I'm gunna post something now because I don't know when I'll be able to next. ^.^; Work seems to be staging a hostile take-over of my sanity and free time. >.O ... Why did I want to do this again?? *sigh* But it's getting better. ^.^; I'm not as hopeless, or I should say it's not as hopeless as it once was.
As for why the title? Well, I was at work, looking at some drapes and the name just jumped out at me. It's far too clever for me to be the first person to ever come up with it. But as far as my knowledge goes, I've never heard it before, so I lay at least partial claim to it. *stabs it with the flag of Fei-chan*
Now what was I going to say? ... Oh yeah. We were unwrapping boxes as work. And as I was opening things, I was tempted to steal...
Bubble wrap...
Yes... That's the type of horrible person I am...
And this wasn't the tiny stuff, no... This was the strong stuff. The big bubbles that make a nice loud "pop" when you pop 'um. ^.^ Ah... sweet bliss...
My name is Fei-chan, and I have a problem...
*lol*
Yeah, we were unwrapping boxes and one of the things (I forget what) was wrapped in the bubble wrap with the big bubbles. Waaaaay too tempting. It's for people like me that sites like PERPETUAL BUBBLEWRAP! was created...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Quirky
Well, I'm tagging myself from Confuzzled, who was half tagged by Annie.
The general idea is to list 6 things that are quirky about you.
You would not believe how much I've thought about this since I read that post... I'd do some strainge thing, or notice something about myself (the fact that I have ten fingers, for example, oh freak of nature that I am O.O), and make a mad dash for a piece of paper to write down the noted quirk so I could share it with ya'll... My adoring public. ^.^
Ok... Maybe not so adoring... More annonymous... Illusive... But public none-the-less. Or so I insist upon labbeling you, who have no other word to describe this particular senario.
Anywhoodle... On to the list!
1. I name things. Now, I mean everything. I was worse when I was younger... I would go so far as to name a favorite pencil. Now it's only confined to cars (Saphira), my favorite hat (Penny), and people. Most everone I know has some sort of nick name (whether they know it or not) that I call them. I may or may not call it to them, they may have no idea that I even think of them that way, but they are named none-the-less. (I don't usually use that particular verbage... but I've used it twice just in this post... odd...) There are some other things that I have names, like Kenshin, the messenger bag I am rarely without, but those are few and far between.
2. I write using four fingers. Y'know how most people only use three? Well, I use four... No idea why I started doing it. My mom does it too and is, as far as I know, the only other person who does. Now, maybe I learned it from her, maybe it's genetic... Who knows... But I've always written using four fingers. Thumb and pointer to direct, like you do with three. Middle to steady. Ring to set the pencil on.
And actually, before I knew this was weird I would always see those soft three-sided pencil things, you know... those ones that help you hold a pencil and make it easier to hold? I would see those, in their three-sidedness and wonder, "Who would buy those? They make it harder to use a pencil, and they're dang uncomfortable!" Never occured to me that people ususally only use three fingers. Whenever I try, it just feels funny... I can't control a pencil as well... *shrug*
3. I have two ears... Ok, you do too... But one is attached to my head, the other is not. Now, before you go all "Wait... What?" No, it's not totally unatached. It is securely on my head... But the cartilige isn't. One ear has the cartilige firmly attached. If you feel the back of your ear, you can feel the cartilage, and feel the side of your head. Most likely there's not a big gap there. Now, for me that's true with one ear. There's a tiny gap, but nothing spectacular.... Now on the other ear, it's different. The cartilage is not attached to my head. It's firmly attached with skin and what-not. But there's a definate gap between the cartilage and my skull. I'm sure I'm not explaining it well, but you'd really have to feel it to understand... The internet doesn't pose the best media for that sort of interaction, so you'll just have to take my mangled word for it.
4. Never ask me "What's up?" ... Invariably, I will aswer something like "The sky", "That way" or "Gas prices." Several people have threatened to hit me when I say it, but I say it anyway. ^.^ I hate those run-of-the-mill questions. Your friend sends you a "getting to know you" survey... A well meaning friend, who you have known for years, gives you a quiz that asks "How old are you?" Or "What is your favorite food?" ... To wich I lovingly reply 1,576.8 and yes. To people who don't know me, and for whom it is a valid question I will validly reply. But for those who ask and don't really care about the answer?... >.O Those are the ones that bug me. That's probably it with the "What's up?" thing too... That question has become a greeting more then an actual question. So anyway... ^.^; I always say "That way." or some such to the question "What's up?"
5. Holes... *shudder* Forget funnels, I am afraid of holes... And perhaps "afraid" is too strong a word... but certain types of holes just freak me out... Again, my mom is the only other one who this happens to, so maybe it's genetic. But certain holes are just freaky. Now, it's not like "Oh! There's a hole in the ground! Run away!" It's multiple holes in something that I feel shouldn't have holes in it. The major major hole thing is a certain type of frog... It lays its eggs on its back, then after a while skin grows over them... Well, when they hatch, the babies pop out of the skin like a bad zit... *shudder* It makes me itchy just thinking about it... The first time I remember holes freaking me out was when I looked at the bottom of a fern leaf. They have seeds on the bottom, which look freaky. Then I tried to rub them off, and that just made it worse. ... *shudder* Icky, icky holes...
6. Last one... Undignifiedly wet... I love old movies because they had to rely on the actors (who had to have talent... unlike today where where it's looks over talent...) and made the scenes real... I could make a list of things that bug me, but one of the ones that bugs me most, is how when a character in a modern movie gets wet, they're still beautiful... Are you still beautiful and shower-fresh when you're caught in the rain? Isn't there supposed to be rain getting into your eyes and dripping off your nose? I could site the perfect example of how it's supposed to be in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" (not one of my favorites, but it shows my point rather nicely) Especially at 0:23 seconds, you can really see Audry Hepburn wet. Now I mean really, truly wet. There's water on her face, her hair is sticking to her jacket at odd angles, and she's blinking a lot 'cause the water is in her eyes... Dag-nabbit, that's how you're supposed to look!! Not this "Oh, I'm so beautiful" that they show in modern movies... For example in something like Princess Diaries 2 (which I enjoyed immensely, for sake of argument I will proceed to use it to take out my wrath on), where Anne Hathaway gets out of the fountain and talks to her grandmother. True, she's very wet... But she's still beautiful. No, I wouldn't expect water in her eyes or something, but how many people do you think fixed her hair before she did the scene? I mean, look at it! It's perfect! It's wet, but it's perfect! It frames her face just so, and it's perfect! ... *growl* It's an odd thing to be bugged about, but bugged I be.
So... ^.^; Those be 6 of my quirks...
The general idea is to list 6 things that are quirky about you.
You would not believe how much I've thought about this since I read that post... I'd do some strainge thing, or notice something about myself (the fact that I have ten fingers, for example, oh freak of nature that I am O.O), and make a mad dash for a piece of paper to write down the noted quirk so I could share it with ya'll... My adoring public. ^.^
Ok... Maybe not so adoring... More annonymous... Illusive... But public none-the-less. Or so I insist upon labbeling you, who have no other word to describe this particular senario.
Anywhoodle... On to the list!
1. I name things. Now, I mean everything. I was worse when I was younger... I would go so far as to name a favorite pencil. Now it's only confined to cars (Saphira), my favorite hat (Penny), and people. Most everone I know has some sort of nick name (whether they know it or not) that I call them. I may or may not call it to them, they may have no idea that I even think of them that way, but they are named none-the-less. (I don't usually use that particular verbage... but I've used it twice just in this post... odd...) There are some other things that I have names, like Kenshin, the messenger bag I am rarely without, but those are few and far between.
2. I write using four fingers. Y'know how most people only use three? Well, I use four... No idea why I started doing it. My mom does it too and is, as far as I know, the only other person who does. Now, maybe I learned it from her, maybe it's genetic... Who knows... But I've always written using four fingers. Thumb and pointer to direct, like you do with three. Middle to steady. Ring to set the pencil on.
And actually, before I knew this was weird I would always see those soft three-sided pencil things, you know... those ones that help you hold a pencil and make it easier to hold? I would see those, in their three-sidedness and wonder, "Who would buy those? They make it harder to use a pencil, and they're dang uncomfortable!" Never occured to me that people ususally only use three fingers. Whenever I try, it just feels funny... I can't control a pencil as well... *shrug*
3. I have two ears... Ok, you do too... But one is attached to my head, the other is not. Now, before you go all "Wait... What?" No, it's not totally unatached. It is securely on my head... But the cartilige isn't. One ear has the cartilige firmly attached. If you feel the back of your ear, you can feel the cartilage, and feel the side of your head. Most likely there's not a big gap there. Now, for me that's true with one ear. There's a tiny gap, but nothing spectacular.... Now on the other ear, it's different. The cartilage is not attached to my head. It's firmly attached with skin and what-not. But there's a definate gap between the cartilage and my skull. I'm sure I'm not explaining it well, but you'd really have to feel it to understand... The internet doesn't pose the best media for that sort of interaction, so you'll just have to take my mangled word for it.
4. Never ask me "What's up?" ... Invariably, I will aswer something like "The sky", "That way" or "Gas prices." Several people have threatened to hit me when I say it, but I say it anyway. ^.^ I hate those run-of-the-mill questions. Your friend sends you a "getting to know you" survey... A well meaning friend, who you have known for years, gives you a quiz that asks "How old are you?" Or "What is your favorite food?" ... To wich I lovingly reply 1,576.8 and yes. To people who don't know me, and for whom it is a valid question I will validly reply. But for those who ask and don't really care about the answer?... >.O Those are the ones that bug me. That's probably it with the "What's up?" thing too... That question has become a greeting more then an actual question. So anyway... ^.^; I always say "That way." or some such to the question "What's up?"
5. Holes... *shudder* Forget funnels, I am afraid of holes... And perhaps "afraid" is too strong a word... but certain types of holes just freak me out... Again, my mom is the only other one who this happens to, so maybe it's genetic. But certain holes are just freaky. Now, it's not like "Oh! There's a hole in the ground! Run away!" It's multiple holes in something that I feel shouldn't have holes in it. The major major hole thing is a certain type of frog... It lays its eggs on its back, then after a while skin grows over them... Well, when they hatch, the babies pop out of the skin like a bad zit... *shudder* It makes me itchy just thinking about it... The first time I remember holes freaking me out was when I looked at the bottom of a fern leaf. They have seeds on the bottom, which look freaky. Then I tried to rub them off, and that just made it worse. ... *shudder* Icky, icky holes...
6. Last one... Undignifiedly wet... I love old movies because they had to rely on the actors (who had to have talent... unlike today where where it's looks over talent...) and made the scenes real... I could make a list of things that bug me, but one of the ones that bugs me most, is how when a character in a modern movie gets wet, they're still beautiful... Are you still beautiful and shower-fresh when you're caught in the rain? Isn't there supposed to be rain getting into your eyes and dripping off your nose? I could site the perfect example of how it's supposed to be in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" (not one of my favorites, but it shows my point rather nicely) Especially at 0:23 seconds, you can really see Audry Hepburn wet. Now I mean really, truly wet. There's water on her face, her hair is sticking to her jacket at odd angles, and she's blinking a lot 'cause the water is in her eyes... Dag-nabbit, that's how you're supposed to look!! Not this "Oh, I'm so beautiful" that they show in modern movies... For example in something like Princess Diaries 2 (which I enjoyed immensely, for sake of argument I will proceed to use it to take out my wrath on), where Anne Hathaway gets out of the fountain and talks to her grandmother. True, she's very wet... But she's still beautiful. No, I wouldn't expect water in her eyes or something, but how many people do you think fixed her hair before she did the scene? I mean, look at it! It's perfect! It's wet, but it's perfect! It frames her face just so, and it's perfect! ... *growl* It's an odd thing to be bugged about, but bugged I be.
So... ^.^; Those be 6 of my quirks...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Envy me! ^.^
Bwahahahahahaaa! ^.^ I got a signed copy of Brisinger!!! *happy dance* I wish it'd been signed in person instead of a sticker... But I have a signed copy!! Wa-hoooo!
Short story, I was the first person to buy the book from Barns&Noble.
Long story... Well, first of all, I've been waiting for this book ever since I finished the previous book in the series, Eldest. I've been waiting and waiting... I love these books (I even thing they're better than Harry Potter... but don't shoot me). And I figured since they're fairly popular that either Borders or BN would have a midnight party for it.
Well I didn't see anything...
It was a week 'till the book came out, and still nothing... You could reserve a copy through the Internet, but I didn't see anything for the store...
Well, finally, yesterday I went to Borders and saw a sign saying that there was a midnight party. Awesome! Ok, I have the money, I have a car, I have no sanity. I'm gunna do it! ^.^
So I asked someone who worked there where I went to reserve a copy for the midnight party. "Oh, we stopped taking reservations on the 14th." ... dang... "You're welcome to come anyway and once everyone else has gotten one, if there's one left you can get one then."
...
Not the answer I was hoping for... So my dilemma was deciding whether to come that night, wait for a few hours for a maybe (not a fun option), or sleep and go the next morning at 9. ... I haven't gotten to bed at a decent hour for a while and have been sleep deprived, so I was gunna do the 9am option.
Well right after that my mom and I went to BN. (I love having two book stores a few blocks away from eachother. ^.^ Dangerous, but cool) On the door as you go in there was a sign saying "BN opening early at 8am for Brisinger!" Oh? My curiosity is peaked now. So I discard my previous thought, and figure, "Ok... I'll set my alarm, come here in my pj's (a t-shirt and fuzzy pants), and get the book. I like that plan."
So that's what I do. I set my alarm, it goes off, I actually wake up, and I'm awake enough (and excited enough) to go and get in the car to head off to BN.
So I'm there... It's about 7:45... 15 minutes until they open and I can grab my book.
*looks right*
*looks left*
...
Why is there no one in the parking lot??
I got out and tried the door, but it was locked. There were workers, but no customers yet... No one... Now I figured (and am still confused that there weren't) that there would be a line of kids. Yeah, Borders did the midnight thing, so not a huge line, but a line. Not all parents would be crazy enough to drive their kids in the middle of the night to get a book. I figured some would only be crazy enough to go early on a Saturday morning.
But there was no one...
Eventually another guy in a truck comes up, and goes in. By this time it was 8, but I wasn't sure if they were open or just teasing me. I felt silly for being the only one there, and would've felt quite silly if I'd gone in and they'd politely told me to go away...
So I see the guy get out of his truck and go in... "Ok... Well, it's 8... I'm going for it!" So I pluck up my quickly fading courage and my quickly growing anticipation and excitement, and go in.
They're open! Haza! *phew*
After I walk in, a guy behind the counter asks me if I'm here for Brisinger, (no... I just thought I'd set my alarm, wake up early and drive in my pjs 'cause I wanted a latte... of course I want Brisinger!) So I said yes, and walked up.
Well thankfully that guy from the truck was getting the audio book (which he unwrapped and played the moment he got in the car), 'cause once I got the book the guy behind the counter said that the first one to buy got a signed copy. ^.^
Can't tell you how that made my day. *happy dance* I came close to not setting my alarm and just getting it at Target or something 'cause they're cheap.... I could've gone to the Borders party, the guy in the truck could've gotten the book over the audio book, I could've wasted time doing... I dunno... getting dressed or something... But all these little things came together and I got a singed copy!! ^.^
Not that I think Heavenly Father decided I particularly needed a signed copy... But it sure made my day, and I think it's funny how little things that you might even complain about (I couldn't do the midnight thing for example) can come together to get you something you never dreamed. ^.^
So yeah... Pg 146, and loveing it. *huggles book* Preciousssss...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The Super Special, Uber Top Secret To Keeping Your Job!
Looking busy...
It all comes down to looking busy. Being busy is a plus, but it doesn't matter if you don't look busy.
*sigh* Well, as you know if you've been reading my blog, I HAS A JOB! ... And it's been going pretty well actually. I've learned enough so that I don't feel like I'm totally useless. ^.^; Clueless of course, but not useless. It's a good thing. Plus I get along well with most of my co-workers, so that helps. (Secret #2 to keeping your job ^.~)
However, I'm am one of the most indecisive people you will ever meet. -_-; Plus, it takes me a while to process things. Both of these together make me rather slow when I'm trying to get things done. ^.^; I'm thorough (probably more thorough then most of my co-workers... *cough*), but I'm rather slow... And my managers have taken notice. ^.^;;; Not a good thing...
One of my managers pulled me over yesterday and told me to stop walking around like I had nothing to do. To ask if I ever had nothing to do, or wasn't sure what to do... I'm always doing something. But apparently I don't look it... -_-*
So, to all you out there in cyber-land, look busy!!
It all comes down to looking busy. Being busy is a plus, but it doesn't matter if you don't look busy.
*sigh* Well, as you know if you've been reading my blog, I HAS A JOB! ... And it's been going pretty well actually. I've learned enough so that I don't feel like I'm totally useless. ^.^; Clueless of course, but not useless. It's a good thing. Plus I get along well with most of my co-workers, so that helps. (Secret #2 to keeping your job ^.~)
However, I'm am one of the most indecisive people you will ever meet. -_-; Plus, it takes me a while to process things. Both of these together make me rather slow when I'm trying to get things done. ^.^; I'm thorough (probably more thorough then most of my co-workers... *cough*), but I'm rather slow... And my managers have taken notice. ^.^;;; Not a good thing...
One of my managers pulled me over yesterday and told me to stop walking around like I had nothing to do. To ask if I ever had nothing to do, or wasn't sure what to do... I'm always doing something. But apparently I don't look it... -_-*
So, to all you out there in cyber-land, look busy!!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Gemz vs Gems
I've had this thought in the back left corner of my head for a few days now... And the CES broadcast last night brought it to the top center where I actually look occasionally...
Well, it started when I was thinking about why Heavenly Father gives us such hard challenges. I mean, he knows us better then we know ourselves, so why does he give us a test that he knows we'll fail? It just didn't make sense...
And I had a thought (I suspect an inspired thought, but dunno). It's to show us our true nature. I equate it to a mineral, or a gemstone 'cause that sounds more poetic.
Each gemstone has it's own chemical properties. An emerald will melt at one temperature, a diamond will melt at another. One gem is magnetic but will crack under pressure. Another doesn't attract anything is rather ugly, but thrives under pressure and is very dependable.
It's the same with people. We have our own little chemical properties, when we crack, how magnetic we are, etc. And our trials help us realize and develop them. As I said, Heavenly Father knows us. He already knows that we'll crack when circumstance "A" happens, but that we'll grow from going through circumstance "qXzz". But we don't. We have no idea how strong we are.
Heavenly Father could've easily skipped this whole Earthly existence and just shuffled us into our respective spots. But that would have been unfair because he was judging us without proving us.
This world is a test. (original idea, I know...)
We go through these times to show our metal. The hard times differentiate the copper from the gold. If we break at temperature A, we're copper. If we don't break until temperature B, we're gold. (a poor example, because I think copper has the higher melting point, but you get the idea)
And as much as we don't wanna, it's good for us to go through the hard times.
I saw a commercial the other day for "Color Me Gemz" The basic idea is that you get these little clear plastic gems and you color them with these special markers. It claims they "Look like real gemstones" and that you can "Create your own sparkling gems and awesome accessories!" But they really don't... Way don't...
If we didn't go through life's difficulties, we'd all be a Color Me Gem. We'd look like a precious gemstone from the outside, but we wouldn't have the stuff, the properties and characteristics of a real gemstone.
So be a gem! Not a gemz.
Well, it started when I was thinking about why Heavenly Father gives us such hard challenges. I mean, he knows us better then we know ourselves, so why does he give us a test that he knows we'll fail? It just didn't make sense...
And I had a thought (I suspect an inspired thought, but dunno). It's to show us our true nature. I equate it to a mineral, or a gemstone 'cause that sounds more poetic.
Each gemstone has it's own chemical properties. An emerald will melt at one temperature, a diamond will melt at another. One gem is magnetic but will crack under pressure. Another doesn't attract anything is rather ugly, but thrives under pressure and is very dependable.
It's the same with people. We have our own little chemical properties, when we crack, how magnetic we are, etc. And our trials help us realize and develop them. As I said, Heavenly Father knows us. He already knows that we'll crack when circumstance "A" happens, but that we'll grow from going through circumstance "qXzz". But we don't. We have no idea how strong we are.
Heavenly Father could've easily skipped this whole Earthly existence and just shuffled us into our respective spots. But that would have been unfair because he was judging us without proving us.
This world is a test. (original idea, I know...)
We go through these times to show our metal. The hard times differentiate the copper from the gold. If we break at temperature A, we're copper. If we don't break until temperature B, we're gold. (a poor example, because I think copper has the higher melting point, but you get the idea)
And as much as we don't wanna, it's good for us to go through the hard times.
I saw a commercial the other day for "Color Me Gemz" The basic idea is that you get these little clear plastic gems and you color them with these special markers. It claims they "Look like real gemstones" and that you can "Create your own sparkling gems and awesome accessories!" But they really don't... Way don't...
If we didn't go through life's difficulties, we'd all be a Color Me Gem. We'd look like a precious gemstone from the outside, but we wouldn't have the stuff, the properties and characteristics of a real gemstone.
So be a gem! Not a gemz.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Um... Yeah...
*yawn* I promised myself I would post something today.... Well, that was before today became tonight, but you get the picture. ^.^;
Oh! Speaking of pictures!! I have some new ones. ^.^ Yupyup, drawn by me even! 'Cause I have a Deviant Art page. ^.^ (for those of you who either didn't know, forgot, or chose to have your mind eaten away by a mind slug...) I even have this crazy idea to do a web comic! >.< 'Cause I was one of those people who (and I think Scmetter mentioned this, but I'm too lazy to look it up...) let the voices in their heads run wild, and started to create stories. *enter maniacal laughter here*
Well one of... Ok, two, but mainly one, of the voices in my head I got to know pretty well, and he didn't fade off into oblivion ... Unlike most of the others... He's still with me. Still livin', breathin' and gettin' into trouble... So since writing down his misadventures is never going to happen in this life time (still tryin' for the next, but we'll see...), I decided to do a web comic. ^.^ It'll be posted at my DA page (see link), and I hope ya'll like it. ^.^
So... Yeah... I plan to update it at least once every other week... Hopefully more, but we'll see how it goes. ^.^;
And... yeah... I was gunna post something all self-delving, and intro-spective, but it's tired, I'm late, and I'll try to do that soon... soon...
Oh! One last thing! I got a piece of mail today for insurance type stuff, and it said it could give me a quote for LIFE! Wouldn't that be something... A quote for life... Wow...
Ok, now I'm done...
I think....
Wait? O.o; I think?!?!
When did that happen?!
Oh! Speaking of pictures!! I have some new ones. ^.^ Yupyup, drawn by me even! 'Cause I have a Deviant Art page. ^.^ (for those of you who either didn't know, forgot, or chose to have your mind eaten away by a mind slug...) I even have this crazy idea to do a web comic! >.< 'Cause I was one of those people who (and I think Scmetter mentioned this, but I'm too lazy to look it up...) let the voices in their heads run wild, and started to create stories. *enter maniacal laughter here*
Well one of... Ok, two, but mainly one, of the voices in my head I got to know pretty well, and he didn't fade off into oblivion ... Unlike most of the others... He's still with me. Still livin', breathin' and gettin' into trouble... So since writing down his misadventures is never going to happen in this life time (still tryin' for the next, but we'll see...), I decided to do a web comic. ^.^ It'll be posted at my DA page (see link), and I hope ya'll like it. ^.^
So... Yeah... I plan to update it at least once every other week... Hopefully more, but we'll see how it goes. ^.^;
And... yeah... I was gunna post something all self-delving, and intro-spective, but it's tired, I'm late, and I'll try to do that soon... soon...
Oh! One last thing! I got a piece of mail today for insurance type stuff, and it said it could give me a quote for LIFE! Wouldn't that be something... A quote for life... Wow...
Ok, now I'm done...
I think....
Wait? O.o; I think?!?!
When did that happen?!
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