I somehow got over 1000 pageviews without noticing. Go me, I guess.

More relevantly, school is out so I should be doing lots more picturing as of very soon. And I finally have time to scan the stuff I've already done. So definitely go me.

... that's all.

Those of you who talk to me regularly should already know this, but I FINALLY joined a D&D group, a couple weeks ago. Life is good.

Also, check out the new pic ... took freaking forever. Art projects. *rolls eyes*

That is all.

Yes, I started a blog. No, you can't read it. It's on a free blogging service and it's probably impossible to find. There are fucking millions of those things. So why am I telling you? Because I'm feeling tired and vindictive and I know that there are fucking millions of those things so I think I should be advertising but if I actually told people what it was I'd start censoring myself because I ALWAYS DO and it would be stupid, and I'm tired enough that this brings me around to some broken logic whereby I announce its existence but not how to get there.

I guess I'm also asking for help in terms of how to advertise that sort of thing while remaining anonymous, if anyone can get over how bitchy I'm being right now. Although it tends to get sort of watered down over the internet. I'm also typing this while my sister needs to use a computer for a school project.

Why am I so mean right now? I think because I didn't sleep last night (literally didn't sleep, at all) and then went and tried to interact with people the rest of the day. People who know me tend to be surprised when they find out how fucking exhausting I find other people. I am a huge introvert, who forces myself to be around other people to build up a tolerance to them. Don't take that wrong, I LIKE people. I probably even like you. I just have a low tolerance for actual interaction. Apparently people don't know this?

The other thing that happens when I am just SO FUCKING TIRED is that I stop censoring myself. Hence the gratuitous swearing. I know that I'm doing it, I just don't care anymore. I am past caring about anything. I've hit that "feel no pain" period where apparently I am just a total asshole, because nothing matters to me. I'm too exhausted to go to bed, even. How weird is that?

The other thing that happens is that I start feeling like now, when I can finally say all that stupid shit that builds up in my head, I'd better get it over with. Because I know I won't when I'm more awake. But I'm so used to thinking "who's going to read this" that I can't, even now. I sometimes try to sound cool in my private journals as I won't look back and say "wow, I was a whiny bitch when I was 18". How pathetic is that?

So to further my tradition of just falling short of ever really telling anybody anything, I'm posting real things that I feel on the internet! It seems brave, but I am assured of not only anonymity, but obscurity. I post these things because I want people to read them. I post these things hoping that nobody ever, ever will. So screw you, people who want to read my blog. Because you just can't.

So I dropped my laptop a couple days ago. Not far, and it was in its protective squishy case, but I nevertheless completely freaked out inside. Several days later, it seems none the worse for wear, although it makes odd noises when it wakes up from sleep. I'm so glad I have a time capsule (wireless backup drive) on order. On April 24(ish), some sweet, sweet backup-ing goodness should arrive.

Story time! My old backup was a bit bigger than a shoebox, hideously black and boxy (it looked like a tiny guitar amp, but without the sex appeal that guitar amps get from being associated with guitars). It took a three-prong plug, which our house (whose wiring was done a LONG time ago) has few of, meaning that when I wanted to plug it in, I had the choice of: a) using a "cheater", a device which allows you to plug three prongers into two prong plugs, which is from the US because they're ILLEGAL in Canada because it's dangerous... of b) setting up in the kitchen. And when I did get the damned thing plugged in, it hummed. Not a quiet, unobtrusive hum, no. Imagine a refrigerator+air conditioner... On CRACK. Which began the moment you plugged it in, whether it was on or off. Oh, and did I mention that it took up to 10 minutes to actually appear as a drive in Finder? Yeah, it was great. When it decided to disconnect in the middle of a backup (losing the about 1 and a half HOURS worth of time it had already spent), I finally gave up on it and demanded a new backup drive. Which is in the mail. Woo.

But, my real point is the way I felt that first moment that I dropped it. Facing the possibility of my laptop being destroyed, I realized that I've anthropomorphized the hell out of the poor thing. I think of it less as a machine and more as an excessively useful cat. I used to want a pet, and I don't anymore. The space on my lap that used to be missing a cat is now filled with a little white box. In fact, a cat would probably just get in the way of my typing. Don't get me wrong, I still want a cat. But I don't feel any real need for one anymore. Why would I?

POSSIBLE BSG SPOILERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SEASON 2 YET.

Now, as soon as I think "animals that are also machines", I think "cylon raiders!". So getting a wireless backup... Well, it just works. That's what backups are for, right? So when a computer dies, it doesn't die. You buy an identical chassis and put all the information into the new body. Reborn. And if the whole proccess is wireless... Suffice it to say that my Backup drive WILL be referred to as the "Resurrection Ship". I've been trying to decide what model my little macbook is. But the more I think about it, the more I love the idea. And I'm now so much more sympathetic towards the cylons because I associate them with my computer. So it works both ways.

Yes, I'm a huge geek. I love it.

The mood has nothing to do with the post, it's just amusing the hell outta me.

Well, I stopped posting for a while because I didn't really have anything worth showing, but we've started doing pen-an-ink in art class and I have discovered that it's my favourite thing ever. So I have some experimental pictures for class, that will be posted as soon as they're scanned, but also, my NEWS is that I bought a shiny quill thing and will probably be doing masses of pen and ink stuff because it's so much fun.

Except that because I'm dumb, I bought water-soluble ink (it was called india ink! Isn't that supposed to be lacquer-based? I guess not...?) so I still need to go back and get the right ink. But still. I'm excited. Best media ever.