<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:53:53.698-05:00</updated><category term='arm'/><category term='mail'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='smith'/><category term='tolkien'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='studybreak'/><category term='Pirates'/><category term='comic'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='projects'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='packing'/><category term='hair'/><category term='internship'/><category term='home'/><category term='winter-een-mas'/><category term='tigers'/><category term='second life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='ssn'/><category term='corset'/><category term='fabric'/><category term='classes'/><category term='family'/><category term='todo'/><category term='larp'/><category term='podcasts'/><category term='xbox'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='counterstrike'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='work'/><category term='who am I'/><category term='Sonata Arctica'/><category term='friends'/><category term='sin'/><category term='computer science'/><category term='virtue'/><category term='meme'/><category term='math'/><category term='National Identity'/><category term='good life'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='costume'/><category term='engineering'/><category term='photography'/><category term='cons'/><category term='livejournal'/><category term='norway'/><category term='modem'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='fencing'/><category term='music'/><category term='games'/><category term='language'/><category term='geek'/><category term='school'/><category term='conbust'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='ssffs'/><category term='time'/><category term='General life'/><category term='rammstein'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='dr.Who'/><category term='boffing'/><category term='rpg'/><category term='food'/><category term='religion'/><category term='poi'/><category term='chainmaille'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='character'/><category term='Nightwish'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='webpage'/><title type='text'>It is only Tuesday</title><subtitle type='html'>You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8507469675695054395</id><published>2008-06-20T11:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:27:31.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Dear everyone who reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that having two identical (more or less) blogs is stupid. So I am moving all my activity to &lt;a href="http://tigerlofu.livejournal.com"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8507469675695054395?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8507469675695054395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8507469675695054395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8507469675695054395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8507469675695054395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4371639749020043622</id><published>2008-06-14T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:11:38.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u56R_qHTLVI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u56R_qHTLVI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4371639749020043622?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4371639749020043622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4371639749020043622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4371639749020043622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4371639749020043622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-646394118544209193</id><published>2008-06-13T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:45:56.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Mm summer</title><content type='html'>These last two or three days have been fantastic, sun and summery without being killing. Over the weekend it was deadly. I was going crazy and not being able to do anything. I have not been able to get any writing done. It has simply been too hot to be productive. I was planning on getting stuff written last night. I have a ton of things that really could be written, but then Claire was distracting  me with Oblivion. So I have been very very bad. I have been trying to plot out the next two chapters of Savin' Me but I got other bunnies jumping too high. I also want to do some art. Been wanting it for a few days now. Mmm not enough time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning on moving all my blogging to wordpress, but I am not sure. What is people's opinion of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-646394118544209193?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/646394118544209193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=646394118544209193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/646394118544209193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/646394118544209193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/mm-summer.html' title='Mm summer'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3192905190327285190</id><published>2008-06-10T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:56:13.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Lovely lovely AC</title><content type='html'>Yay, another early to work post. I seem to be doing a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sitting here my back is getting blasted with cold air. It is absolutely fantastic. It is cold and lovely and nothing like the bone crushing heat outside. I am working on some somewhat important  stuff so that is good. I really don't think my brain would function if it was any warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front I am enjoying myself greatly. I did not write yesterday and that felt weird. Which I take as a very good sign. I got three plot bunnies running around my head, one for a decent story that will be the sequel (though pre-quel might be a  better word) to Savin' Me and two fanfic bunnies. Always fun right? Since may I have written over 6 000 words on the Savin' Me fic and that I count as very good. I generally have problems making things longer than 500-600 words. And now I have 10 times that. And plot for another 6 000. Which is very good as one of my goals is to make that fic 10K words long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3192905190327285190?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3192905190327285190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3192905190327285190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3192905190327285190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3192905190327285190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/lovely-lovely-ac.html' title='Lovely lovely AC'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4966406128348218832</id><published>2008-06-09T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:01:20.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>I am off academic probation... Got the letter today. Happy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This have been a truly hellish year for me, at least with academics. A year of stress, worry, insecurity, not feeling good enough for Smith and so on. The fact that I was having some friendship issues all the way through, I think Claire might be the only one that knows them all, didn't help. Truly hellish. But I will make this letter my turning point. In a way last semester was, but that was because that semester was an ultimatum, do better or leave. Next semester I am doing only four classes, two that are for my major. I will not allow myself anything below a A- in Astro, B+ in German and B in the two comp sci classes. If I get that then my GPA for that semester will be 3,25. I really hope I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4966406128348218832?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4966406128348218832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4966406128348218832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4966406128348218832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4966406128348218832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8342815966191721964</id><published>2008-06-08T06:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:46:53.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>6.30 - cravings</title><content type='html'>It is 6.30 in the morning and I am awake. &lt;br /&gt;It is 6.30 in the morning and I have been awake for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago: I woke up with a start. I was alone in my bed. Not really something to fret about I know, but on some level I had expected her to be back by now. She might be, she might be in her room. It took be half an hour to get my brain to work enough to remember that she had said she might be staying at Sib's. So now I don't know where she is, all I know is that she is not here. Again, not really anything to fret about, but tell that to my muddy brain an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: I have a craving for coffee. Steamy warm freshly brewed coffee with a little bit of milk as I sit here and hear the world wake up. I wonder how early Starbucks opens on Sundays? If this had been back home in Norway I would so have had a mug of steaming coffee as I would be writing this. But then again, I wouldn't be writing this, because one of the things I crave for would be over 5000 km way (that is 5 000 000 meters. 5 million meters) and the other one I would have. Instead I have none, but they are relatively easy to get, both of them. I am really wondering about Starbucks now. I really want a big cup of coffee and there are worse places to write.  But then again, I live in Northampton and people frown at you if you go there. And I did spend a lot of money yesterday. But... Coffee! Want! Actually what I really want is the oppertunity to make it myself, to cuddle up with a big cup of coffee and a warm cat on my stomach. And then use this time to catch up on my online reading, maybe write some myself and chat to friends. Yeah, that was how I spent my mornings last summer. Getting up at somewhere between four and five and talk to my friends. Now my friends are much closer. Yet some of them I talk to way less. Odd that. I think what I am craving is that entire package of friends close even though they are physically far away, coffee, good food and cats. Seems like I have opted for the lesser deal this year, huh? But then again, most of the time I don't thinks so. This is only the early morning ramblings of a tired coffee craving person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have I mentioned I want coffee? And cuddles? And how I am getting none right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8342815966191721964?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8342815966191721964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8342815966191721964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8342815966191721964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8342815966191721964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/630-cravings.html' title='6.30 - cravings'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6928461122347178313</id><published>2008-06-01T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:26:41.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be Rufus Shinra</title><content type='html'>Because that means I get to have the TURKS working for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDXsu0SIV0o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDXsu0SIV0o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6928461122347178313?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6928461122347178313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6928461122347178313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6928461122347178313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6928461122347178313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-rufus.html' title='When I grow up I want to be Rufus Shinra'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7967745894718757777</id><published>2008-05-30T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:30:38.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairs and stuffs.</title><content type='html'>What should I do to my hair when I bleach it? &lt;a href="http://tigerlofu.livejournal.com/67946.html"&gt;Vote here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am talking to my mom. It's been forever since we had our long chats. And I am getting all of the local gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got all my grades.I am doing ok. I am quite impressed with myself. Looks like I should be good for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed, more with myself than anything else. I want to run an rpg, doesn't need to be long, I just want to run it. I love GMing. It is very close to my heart. But I can't seem to make people interested in the games I want to run. I have not really run any games for the last two years, nothing past random oneshots. I want to have a longer standing campaign. ARG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7967745894718757777?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7967745894718757777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7967745894718757777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7967745894718757777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7967745894718757777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/hairs-and-stuffs.html' title='Hairs and stuffs.'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8496767496059962112</id><published>2008-05-29T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:03:50.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>So yeah. I bought Titus, a used xbox, but he didn't work so I changed him for Rio-Reno who is all new and shiny. So if you wonder what I have been doing lately, gaming is the answer. Here is a quick rundown of the games I am playing and where I am. Oh and by the way, I would prefer no spoilers please, I am fully capable of finding them myself if I want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion: I am in love. I am not sure I need to say more. So so pretty and so much you can do. I am currently playing a Redguard named Zach, and he is an assassin. The games graphics is stunning. The story a tad run of the mill so far, but I really don't care, it is cool enough and gives you enough freedom that it doesn't matter. Total gaming time so far: 2-2.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;Shadowrun: Pretty cool too. I know this game have taken a lot of heat and I can see why. But honestly I went in expecting a FPS and that was exactly what I got. I am still in training, but I expect that the game is sort of like CS in that the solo matches is a bit meh, while multi player is great. However I  expect to be entertained for several more hours here. Total gaming time so far: 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Assassin's Creed: Oh my, this is the competitor for my heart. Story is amazingly cool and really surprised me. I thought I knew the story having read reviews and shit, but hell no. There is this really cool element that I didn't know. The controls are extremely hard, I swear I need another set of fingers on my right hand. But the graphics are so so sweet. Alta'ir ( I believe it is spelled this way) is amusing me(cocky and arrogant, hells yes), and yes I am already slashing him with a bunch of the other characters, sush, it is fun.  Total gaming time so far: 1.5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last two days I have spent around 6 hours gaming... You are wondering why I am not online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other games I want to play:&lt;br /&gt;Devil May Cry 4&lt;br /&gt;Halo 3&lt;br /&gt;Tomb Raider Legend&lt;br /&gt;Night-Nine Nights&lt;br /&gt;Bioshock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am also contemplating making an Alta'ir costume... But I have forbidden myself until I am done with what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh yes. My mail box is sad and empty. If you want to write me a letter please please do so. I will respond to everyone who sends me a letter (heck I need more pen pals). I am also contemplating doing some other cool things with writing and sending stuff around. But I will think about it more. Anyway, respond with your mailing address to me in a email or some other form of message and I will send you a letter, or you can send me a letter and I will respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8496767496059962112?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8496767496059962112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8496767496059962112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8496767496059962112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8496767496059962112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4446666504094535369</id><published>2008-05-24T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:43:17.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How a character is born</title><content type='html'>What happens when bunny and I are comfort drinking/in need of a distraction:&lt;br /&gt;[23:27] Tiger: &lt;a href="http://brilcrist.deviantart.com/art/Reborn-gokudera-doodle-86480114"&gt;http://brilcrist.deviantart.com/art/Reborn-gokudera-doodle-86480114&lt;/a&gt; why do i getr chararcter ideas&lt;br /&gt;[23:27] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: college student, bisexual, probably a bit of a wimp and pretends to be a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;[23:28] Tiger: and have more money than is good for him&lt;br /&gt;[23:28] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:28] Tiger: is somewhat sweet on the inside though, juts it never shows&lt;br /&gt;[23:29] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: not his of course, but his moms or dads. And they giv eit to him to compensate for the lack of care.&lt;br /&gt;[23:29] Tiger: yes&lt;br /&gt;[23:29] Tiger: and he likes to play the bad boy&lt;br /&gt;[23:29] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and he smokes because he doesn't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;[23:29] Tiger: theme song: Bad or Beat it by Jackson&lt;br /&gt;[23:30] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: don't really know it.&lt;br /&gt;[23:30] Tiger: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uG5NhkxQJQc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=uG5NhkxQJQc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:31] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: thanks&lt;br /&gt;[23:32] Tiger: it is great&lt;br /&gt;[23:32] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Letting it load&lt;br /&gt;[23:36] Tiger: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zUi2UCPe7Yo"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zUi2UCPe7Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:36] Tiger: beat it&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he's hot&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] Tiger: michael?&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Too bad he got so obsessive and freaky when he got older&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] Tiger: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah, in bad or beat it.&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] Tiger: this was while he was good&lt;br /&gt;[23:38] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: very hot&lt;br /&gt;[23:39] Tiger: I like the wanna be bad b oy attitude&lt;br /&gt;[23:39] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:40] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: oops, second beer gone.&lt;br /&gt;[23:40] Tiger: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[23:40] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: took me half an hour, heh.&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] Tiger: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] Tiger: Oh character forming&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] Tiger: he is still in school yes?&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: studying business or physics, can't be sure&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: maybe both&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] Tiger: Slacking off, but his partents money buy him decent grades+$&lt;br /&gt;[23:41] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Exactly&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: they probably paid for half the library or something&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: new computers&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] Tiger: yes&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] Tiger: and still pay&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He smokes marijuana, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] Tiger: oh yes&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] Tiger: as much as he can get&lt;br /&gt;[23:42] Tiger: room mates in the dorm?&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and drinks a lot, he drinks rum or whiskey, lots of beer.&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he doesn't appreciate vodka at all&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] Tiger: Nope too common&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Mm, he has two&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] Tiger: Hehe... Shares living room, bath and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;[23:43] Tiger: has his own bedroom&lt;br /&gt;[23:44] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:44] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: has a crush on one of them though&lt;br /&gt;[23:44] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: fucks a different girl each weekend&lt;br /&gt;[23:44] Tiger: yep, but sleeps with tons of girls to make up for it&lt;br /&gt;[23:44] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: doesn't really dare show his bisexuality&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: perhaps he doesn't quite understand it yet&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] Tiger: I like how we think the smae thing&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] Tiger: nagging suspision?&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, me too&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: but of course we do&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] Tiger: yes&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He thinks he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] Tiger: closest characters are great&lt;br /&gt;[23:45] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Is scared shitless of the random desires to grab the other guy's but or to bend over and kiss him&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: So he finds all sorts of girls to compensate&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he's young, plenty of drive.&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] Tiger: Yes, always tries to have the other room mate between them when ever the three of them are together&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: exactly&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] Tiger: Hihi&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: lifts wights, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] Tiger: Now I really wanna play this guy...&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Mm, he does python&lt;br /&gt;[23:46] Tiger: Not a lot though.. He likes that sleak look&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] Tiger: Maybe he is a computer scientist&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: off course, just stays in shape and does it to feel manly and butch&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] Tiger: or maybe the room mate  he has a crush on is one&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: nah, not entirely, too cool.&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: His crush, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Mm, the crush is latino&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] Tiger: So he picks up a little here an there.&lt;br /&gt;[23:47] Tiger: Straight?&lt;br /&gt;[23:48] Tiger: his crush I mean&lt;br /&gt;[23:48] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, you know any straight latinos?&lt;br /&gt;[23:48] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: =p&lt;br /&gt;[23:48] Tiger: lol&lt;br /&gt;[23:48] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: me too&lt;br /&gt;[23:49] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: His crush is skinny though, really skinny&lt;br /&gt;[23:49] Tiger: ok, so crush is gay, but also closeted due to family and religion and all that crap&lt;br /&gt;[23:49] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: one of those guys who just forgets to eat or sleep because he just HAD to improve the code on something or to voice his opinion on some forum&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] Tiger: Yes... So kinda like Thomas then?&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: mm, religion is a huge issue here&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Their third roomate is asian&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He knows more than the others realize though&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: I think he realizes that they are both bi&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] Tiger: Ok.. because the character looks slightly japanese&lt;br /&gt;[23:50] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But he doesn't care, has a steady girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: third is from HK&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] Tiger: yeah.. but it is fun to snake in comments nad make them blush&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Mm, thirds mom is gay&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] Tiger: Oh.. interesting.. In a partnership?&lt;br /&gt;[23:51] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: broke up with third's dad because of it&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] Tiger: cool... for how long?&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But third's stepmom is great, and it all happened when he was really young, so he's used to it&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: which is why he's so accepting and so tuned to it&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and he's th eonly straight one in the apartment&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: =D&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: more beer!&lt;br /&gt;[23:52] Tiger: hihi&lt;br /&gt;[23:53] Tiger: brb bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[23:54] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: =D&lt;br /&gt;[23:54] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But to return to our character&lt;br /&gt;[23:55] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: His name is Damien, isn't it? It feels like damien somehow.&lt;br /&gt;[23:55] Tiger: Yeah, he is half Japanese, half American and they all go to college in the UK&lt;br /&gt;[23:55] Tiger: Possibly Scotland&lt;br /&gt;[23:55] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: His dad is half-jap. His mom is British&lt;br /&gt;[23:55] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, almost&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] Tiger: We do think alike though&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: I figured the british accent as well&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: very&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: almost uncanny&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] Tiger: But only almost&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: can both  his parents be half-american so we have the mom half british?&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] Tiger: The crush is Vicente&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] Tiger: ok&lt;br /&gt;[23:56] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] Tiger: we can do that&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and the third is Tim&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] Tiger: But everyone call him Vincent because it is easier to pronouce&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: or Vince?&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: or just vic&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] Tiger: Latino... mmm Can we make him Italian?&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: rarr&lt;br /&gt;[23:57] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: certainly&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] Tiger: From Rome.. Catholic&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: naturally&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He has a lot of sisters&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] Tiger: Frowns on the drinking, smoking and all the girls Damien has&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: no brothers&lt;br /&gt;[23:58] Tiger: And he is youngest?&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Damien has an older brother who does everything right and a younger one who is similar&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] Tiger: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Oh yeah Vic is the youngest&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: the one everyone pays attention to&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] Tiger: Tim is an only child?&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] Tiger: Oh yes, he is also the only boy.. Vic I mean&lt;br /&gt;[23:59] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Exactly&lt;br /&gt;[00:00] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Vic doesn't really know how to be close to guys without it being gay, he does okay at interaction, but close friendship is awkward&lt;br /&gt;[00:02] Tiger: I can see Damien getting glared at when he comes out of his room to pick up a cold beer "What? It works well with studying.."&lt;br /&gt;and then Tim "you? Study?" with one of those amused smiles&lt;br /&gt;[00:02] Tiger: of course he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;[00:02] Tiger: does either or Damien or Vic know about Tim's mothers&lt;br /&gt;[00:02] Tiger: I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: No, they don't know, Tim never mentions a dad, so they don't ask&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] Tiger: Yep&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: His girlfriend know though&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] Tiger: Probably&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: *knos&lt;br /&gt;[00:03] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: haha fail! *knows*&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] Tiger: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Oh, Vic is cool online though&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] Tiger: squee new character in my head&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: has more virtual friends that rl ones&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] Tiger: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: three new characters my dear&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] Tiger: plays what games?&lt;br /&gt;[00:04] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: possibly four&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] Tiger: if any?&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] Tiger: yes&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He plays Age of Conan&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and CS&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and Crysis ^^&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] Tiger: oh oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] Tiger: And all his online friends are cool&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But he's a moderator of at least three forums&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: his online friends are awesome&lt;br /&gt;[00:05] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he spends a lot of time in his room by the computer&lt;br /&gt;[00:06] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and he sometimes shouts at the computer if it won't do as he tells it to&lt;br /&gt;[00:06] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Loudly. In Italian.&lt;br /&gt;[00:06] Tiger: very looud at 3 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;[00:06] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[00:07] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Only Tim attends classes, or sometimes Damien, but only when he's trying to score a particular girl.&lt;br /&gt;[00:07] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: They go to a big uni, so the teachers and professors never notice who attends&lt;br /&gt;[00:07] Tiger: Yeah.. Vic only does computer classes anyway&lt;br /&gt;[00:07] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Vic goes when he remembers but the teachers like him so he gets emails telling him what homework to do&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] Tiger: And he does it&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] Tiger: on time most of the time&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But they all like to cook&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] Tiger: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:08] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: They take turns and make surprisingly interesting meals&lt;br /&gt;[00:09] Tiger: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:09] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Damien tosses random stuff together and likes frying stuff or making casseroles.&lt;br /&gt;[00:09] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Tim makes stir fried stuff, rice and noodles&lt;br /&gt;[00:09] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Vic makes pasta, lots of it. and lamb and chicken&lt;br /&gt;[00:09] Tiger: Vic makes amazing pasta, Tim rocks at anything with rice, and Damien likes really spicy stuff?&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But Damien pays for most of it with his parents credit cards&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] Tiger: Mexican or Indian&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] Tiger: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: haha!&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: we think alike&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] Tiger: And the other two doesn't complain&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: exactly&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Mm, but their place is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;[00:10] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: A wonderful organized mess&lt;br /&gt;[00:11] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: they've lived together for a while and gotten used to each other&lt;br /&gt;[00:11] Tiger: Yes&lt;br /&gt;[00:11] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: And they all moved in at the same time&lt;br /&gt;[00:12] Tiger: Yep&lt;br /&gt;[00:12] Tiger: same year?&lt;br /&gt;[00:12] Tiger: and by now they are juniors&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: no fraternity&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] Tiger: nope&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Damien could join one if he wanted, but he doesn't really care&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] Tiger: just them&lt;br /&gt;[00:13] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he gets to all the parties anyways&lt;br /&gt;[00:14] Tiger: yeah, he is a member without being one&lt;br /&gt;[00:14] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: although the UK shouldn't have many fraternities in any case =P&lt;br /&gt;[00:14] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[00:14] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Damien is very relaxed when it's just him and his roommates&lt;br /&gt;[00:15] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he feels more at home with them than he ever has with his family&lt;br /&gt;[00:15] Tiger: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:15] Tiger: they are family&lt;br /&gt;[00:15] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Tim is a bit of a fatherly figure for the other two and him and Vic often go to pick up the drunken wreck of their roomate when he's stranded at some party too drunk to walk&lt;br /&gt;[00:16] Tiger: yeah. most people know to call them&lt;br /&gt;[00:16] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: They have an awesome couch and a nice TV with all the game consoles&lt;br /&gt;[00:16] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe&lt;br /&gt;[00:16] Tiger: Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:16] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: he probably has their numbers on a note in his coat ^^&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] Tiger: Yep&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] Tiger: He might not even know&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] Tiger: Tim put it there&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: they put it there!&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, excellent&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But Tim's gf is getting tired of all the mess&lt;br /&gt;[00:17] Tiger: and orders them to clean up?&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and of having to be prepared to hop in a car every weekend&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: the mess that is them more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: She's just pressuring Tim a bit&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: And making him stressed&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] Tiger: yes..&lt;br /&gt;[00:18] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: And he likes her too much to complain&lt;br /&gt;[00:19] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: She comes from a pretty regular family however and wants Tim to move to her apartment in her parent's basement&lt;br /&gt;[00:19] Tiger: yes, and he half wants to&lt;br /&gt;[00:19] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: she's a local&lt;br /&gt;[00:19] Tiger: but not really, because he likes his room mates&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: But he doesn't really want to abandon his mates because he knows they'd be lost without him&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Hehe&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] Tiger: Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] Tiger: Vic wouldn't eat, and Damien would die of alcohol posioning&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: She has a thing for Asians, maybe she has a soft spot for Damien despite her initial hostility&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: ?&lt;br /&gt;[00:20] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: hehe, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:21] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: He's also the one who shops, although he drags Damien along so he can pay for things&lt;br /&gt;[00:21] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: cleaning day happens about once a month and is usually hilarious&lt;br /&gt;[00:21] Tiger: Yes... and Damien's friendly flirting might make her smile too&lt;br /&gt;[00:22] Tiger: "hey baby, when are you going to dump this guy and date me?"&lt;br /&gt;[00:22] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[00:22] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: exactly&lt;br /&gt;[00:22] It might look like I'm here, but mostly I'm afk....: and he has that awesome smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and so on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I miss having people like bunny around, who I can stay up, drink and be miserable together with. Thank someone (most likely a bunch of guys at MiT) for the internet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4446666504094535369?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4446666504094535369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4446666504094535369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4446666504094535369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4446666504094535369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-character-is-born.html' title='How a character is born'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5472903039713172276</id><published>2008-05-23T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:08:02.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Sound track of my life:&lt;br /&gt;Find my Way - Paperboys&lt;br /&gt;The Wrong Side - Abney Park&lt;br /&gt;Dream On - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is - the Highwaymen&lt;br /&gt;Remember the name - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;My Friends - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Hurts -REM&lt;br /&gt;In The Shadows - the Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;One More Time - Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;Resolution - Emigrate&lt;br /&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules&lt;br /&gt;Out of my Mind - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;Numb - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Turn the Page - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;How You Remind Me - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;The World's Greatest - R.Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Ich Will - Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note. How can those 20 meters be so long I can never walk them? I want to fall to my knees and plead, but my pride forbids it. As does the fear of a no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5472903039713172276?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5472903039713172276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5472903039713172276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5472903039713172276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5472903039713172276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4595363362148921589</id><published>2008-05-21T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:05:51.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murr</title><content type='html'>Today have been ok. I am back on facebook. I still don't like it but it is needed for my job. We use it to keep in contact with Alums. I also did some typing up for one of the teachers. Not sure how much more I can say about it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today (I got off an hour early) I went downtown and got my hair cut. Now it looks rather nifty. Just the tips on the top bleached. That is going to change but I don't mind this. I also got a coffee at Woodstar. I like to do these nice little things to myself. Live everyday to the fullest as someone wiser than me said. Hung out with friends and just overall had a nice time. This is how I want to live when I grow up. Work all day and then hang out with friends in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and because people haven't read it. &lt;a href="http://lofu.deviantart.com/art/100-challenge-Rivals-83541829"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a short fic I wrote featuring the pirate crew from Victoriana. Please ignore that I misspelled Jackie's name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4595363362148921589?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4595363362148921589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4595363362148921589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4595363362148921589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4595363362148921589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/murr.html' title='Murr'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3795730562027194243</id><published>2008-05-20T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:50:22.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Smith</title><content type='html'>I am now back and in my second day of work. I like my work so far. Right now I am waiting for some updates to install and then I'll get back to my main task&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3795730562027194243?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3795730562027194243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3795730562027194243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3795730562027194243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3795730562027194243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-at-smith.html' title='Back at Smith'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7122686143161453125</id><published>2008-05-14T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:34:56.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Iceland Yay!</title><content type='html'>So I have spent the last few days on this random piece of vulcanic rock in the middle of the Atlantic, I am living in Reykjavik with the bunneh and Ace. It is a lot of fun and very chill. Just what I need after the last few weeks at college. I have been watching a lot of movies, gotten hooked on Rome, thanks Ace :P  , smoked waterpipe (oh so good after months off), met cool people, been inspired to do a bunch of games and walked around Reykjavik a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am staying awake with the bunneh while she studies for an exam tomorrow. But I am laying in bed and there is a naked pussy against my knees. He's been snaking into my bed every night, he is a nice little heater, not that it is very cold but there is some thing with having the cat underneath the blankets with you. Yes he sleeps underneath the blankets. I have never met a cat like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of interesting political conversations. I never realized how much I missed that. Comparing laws and things we think should change and what is fucked up in this world. And then in the next minute we are joking about something stupid like Benny Lava.  Something we had so much of in Flekke and I feel so little of elsewhere. But that might just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short I am having a great time here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7122686143161453125?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7122686143161453125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7122686143161453125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7122686143161453125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7122686143161453125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/iceland-yay.html' title='Iceland Yay!'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1528824113380410256</id><published>2008-05-10T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:01:20.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should do this more often</title><content type='html'>I am in Terminal E of Logan airport. I spit of the money for wireless. And you know it is worth it. I feel creative and will hopefully finish the next chapter of my fic before I board. That is in two and a half hours, provided they do the 'board one hour before departure' that seems to be common. Then again I am flying Icelandair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something else sad? I just ate the best roasted potatoes I have had since home. In an airport junk food place. Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1528824113380410256?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1528824113380410256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1528824113380410256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1528824113380410256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1528824113380410256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-should-do-this-more-often.html' title='I should do this more often'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5018107274185446925</id><published>2008-05-10T08:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:17:22.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a few minutes I leave for Iceland. I think I am headed out on the early bus and want to grab lunch before that. Or you know  a late breakfast. And then I'll jump on the bus to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice summer everyone. I'll be back in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Talia? Mail me those slips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5018107274185446925?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5018107274185446925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5018107274185446925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5018107274185446925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5018107274185446925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-few-minutes-i-leave-for-iceland.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8348829133399457504</id><published>2008-05-08T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:18:26.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4N3N1MlvVc4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I am off. Every end of the year, ever since I heard Derek play this song at the end of year show my first year in Flekke. Strange to think of that that was now 3 years ago. I could have sworn it was two weeks. Yet so incredibly much have happened in those years, I grew up, I took resposibility, I graduated, I hurt, I felt betrayed, I felt more alone than ever before, I lost and found hope (and lost it again), I was a jerk, I broke the unwritten rules, I broke the written ones too, I lied, I was confused, I longed for home, yet found one some 3500 miles (Over 5600 km) away from where I am born, I drank, I laughed, I cried, I failed, I got back up on my feet, I disliked,I loved,  I was loved, I argued, I traveled the world (5x3500 miles + 2x 5500 miles + 2x 420 miles), I found friends, I lost them, I packed down my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time every year I become one of those people who live in boxes. My life is in boxes. My room is half packed down, half not, I have to do laundery, sell back my books, cash paychecks all of that joy, and I hope to be done by dinner so that the people who have said they would help me carry boxes (in exchange for sushi) can come over. I hope to take Claire out for dinner tomorrow. I want to pack and get done with it, but at the same time I don't, I want to keep this room. It is a very nice room, I have good memories from this room starting on the first night I was back. But no, I am moving room. Maybe it is about time. Change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also starting to get nerves about Iceland, I am looking forward to it like a baby for christmas, but at the same time, I have not seen Bunny in two years. My head is spinning all these crazy why and if questions at me. It always do when I am going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am edgy, I know I have no reason to be, I am done god damn it (yes, feel free to curse me, I probably deserve it), but I can't stop. The tension on my internal strings is very high and I don't know why. All I know is that I don't want to be alone, yet I am close to breaking down and crying every moment. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will go brush teeth now and pack, maybe have a last cup of coffee before I pack down the coffee maker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8348829133399457504?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8348829133399457504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8348829133399457504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8348829133399457504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8348829133399457504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know-why-but-i-am-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5012958332898109471</id><published>2008-05-06T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:28:23.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh de Sade</title><content type='html'>Author: de Sade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNINGS: Pedophilia, Incest, Bloodplay, Scatplay, Obesisty, Old age, Forced orgasm, toilet training, EXTREME bdsm, prositution, red hot irons, needle play, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globusz.com/ebooks/120Days/00000025.htm"&gt;120 days of Sodom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5012958332898109471?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5012958332898109471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5012958332898109471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5012958332898109471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5012958332898109471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-de-sade.html' title='oh de Sade'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3063449222691869644</id><published>2008-05-06T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:34:34.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><title type='text'>Halfway done</title><content type='html'>I have now taken the Spec Fic exam and handed in my Dicrete. Which means there is only two to go. I had planned on taking Linear Algebra today too but changed my mind. I'll take it 9AM tomorrow and have my crit in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the week:&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;-Study for LA after lunch&lt;br /&gt;-Finish Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;-Take exam and Crit&lt;br /&gt;-Pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;-Pack&lt;br /&gt;-Carry down boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;-Clan room&lt;br /&gt;-Take Claire out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-Deliver Keys&lt;br /&gt;-Jump on the bus to Boston and Fly to Iceland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3063449222691869644?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3063449222691869644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3063449222691869644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3063449222691869644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3063449222691869644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/halfway-done.html' title='Halfway done'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7546872645221408501</id><published>2008-05-05T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:42:01.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studybreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am I'/><title type='text'>A little laugh</title><content type='html'>Here is a little laugh inbetween studying for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Some parts of my childhood, will probably not make sense to anyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKCmrR6gymA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKCmrR6gymA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronja is a book by Astrid Lindgren that was made into a movie. I am grown up on this story. It was a major part of what shaped me as a child. &lt;br /&gt;The story: Ronja is the daughter of Mattis, the local robber leader. They live in an old castle that cracked the night Ronja was born. One day when she is around 12 she meets Birk,the son of the rival robber leader,Borka. Borka and his gang have moved into the part of the castle that the Mattis group is not using. The two children becomes friends, but their father's try to split them up. It ends with the children running away to the forest and refusing to come back unless their fathers make friends. At the same time Futen (old word for police/taxperson) is cracking down on the robbers. Mattis and Borka decide that if they join forces they will have so many followers that Futen would not dare to do anything against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eL88IXUei94&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eL88IXUei94&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party after Mattis is crowned king of the joined robber gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL1tA9NP7f8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nL1tA9NP7f8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lullaby that Ronja's mother sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my horses are named after the two kids, Ronja and Birk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGuaTmijIFg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGuaTmijIFg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's Lionheart also by Lindgren&lt;br /&gt;Two Brother's from our world die and become freedom heroes in the next world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzgB783lUFg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzgB783lUFg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mio min Mio, really sad story by Lindgren. &lt;br /&gt;I swear I only remember bits of this story, but I used to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjUMZvLvzLQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjUMZvLvzLQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippi Langstrump by A. Lindgren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7546872645221408501?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7546872645221408501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7546872645221408501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7546872645221408501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7546872645221408501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-laugh.html' title='A little laugh'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8583584774822764122</id><published>2008-05-05T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:51:38.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><title type='text'>Last day of reading Period/ 5 days to Iceland</title><content type='html'>Mmm... Had a fairly productive day yesterday, even if I only worked on one thing. Finished at 71/70 points. Going to do the last 29 today. I think I'll take my two self scheduled tomorrow, hand in my Discrete (it is due at noon) and finish up my final project in Computer Science (it is due Wed at 2PM, when we have our crits), if you want to have a look at WiP &lt;a href="http://sophia.smith.edu/%7Etstolpes/CSC106/project4.html"&gt;here you go&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo today:&lt;br /&gt;-Read Spec Fic notes&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Help session at 11AM&lt;br /&gt;-Study Linear Algebra and take practice exam between lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;-Finish Discrete after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's selected study breaks:&lt;br /&gt;-Packing, at least one box&lt;br /&gt;-Call home&lt;br /&gt;- Writing, I now have two plot bunnies competing for my attention. Why do I get plot bunnies over finals?&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch and Dinner, I will not allow myself to study through these meals.&lt;br /&gt;-Comment on Computer Science blog/Spec Fic recommendations and LJ/blogs&lt;br /&gt;-Pictures of pretty flowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8583584774822764122?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8583584774822764122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8583584774822764122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8583584774822764122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8583584774822764122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-reading-period-5-days-to.html' title='Last day of reading Period/ 5 days to Iceland'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5954489905194666797</id><published>2008-05-04T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:46:14.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><title type='text'>43/70</title><content type='html'>I have decided that tonights point count on dicrete test is at least 70. I am currently at 43. Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the word count on my current little writing baby is 773. And I got quite a lot left todo before part one is ready to go to the Beta. Yay for projects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5954489905194666797?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5954489905194666797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5954489905194666797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5954489905194666797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5954489905194666797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/4370.html' title='43/70'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3499509014516912655</id><published>2008-05-03T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:49:42.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>In a week.</title><content type='html'>In a week I am going to to the green island. Ok, so not the Emerald Island bot another green spot in the middle of the Atlantic. I am going to see my 'evil' twin. I haven't seen her in two years. I don't know why I am nervous. But it is going to be great. I have always wanted to see Iceland. But more so I can't believe this fantastic year is going to be over in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo before May 10th:&lt;br /&gt;-MTH 204 self scheduled exam&lt;br /&gt;-ENG 208 self scheduled exam&lt;br /&gt;-MTH 153 take home (due on tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;-CSC 106 Crit (on wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Study/Work on all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pack room&lt;br /&gt;-Pack for Iceland and summer&lt;br /&gt;-Do laundery&lt;br /&gt;-Carry everything downstairs (people are helping me Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the brewery and have a beer(just because I need to do that sooner or later)&lt;br /&gt;-Get I20 signed DONE&lt;br /&gt;-Meet with Norwegian Students (tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study breaks today:&lt;br /&gt;-At 4.3o to after dinner: Go down and buy snacks(read fruit, cheese and milk), jewlery time with Aprille, Take Madison out for Sushi, and lace Becca into my corset&lt;br /&gt;-Later tonight: write fic for Ashlyn's amusement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3499509014516912655?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3499509014516912655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3499509014516912655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3499509014516912655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3499509014516912655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-week.html' title='In a week.'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8886562691818738258</id><published>2008-05-02T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:01:15.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Music with political statements. Something that I like a lot. And here is a few I really really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=K7yAO-QCSWA"&gt;Boom!&lt;/a&gt; - System of a Down (I really recommend watching this one even if you don't like SoaD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=B3Az7JPZ6ZA"&gt;BYOB &lt;/a&gt;- System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=k5JkHBC5lDs"&gt;Brothers in Arms &lt;/a&gt;- Dire Straight (old but so so good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8886562691818738258?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8886562691818738258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8886562691818738258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8886562691818738258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8886562691818738258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1160605225283030161</id><published>2008-04-30T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:35:50.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One last note on last night and then I am done</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 2.&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 18.&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 19.&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 20.&lt;/h4&gt;    &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) No one may be compelled to belong to an association.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 29.&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(1) Everyone has duties to the community in which alone the free and full development of his personality is possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) In the exercise of his rights and freedoms, everyone shall be subject only to such limitations as are determined by law solely for the purpose of securing due recognition and respect for the rights and freedoms of others and of meeting the just requirements of morality, public order and the general welfare in a democratic society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(3) These rights and freedoms may in no case be exercised contrary to the purposes and principles of the United Nations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article 30.&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.un.org/Overview/rights.html"&gt;United Nations Charter on Human Rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1160605225283030161?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1160605225283030161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1160605225283030161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1160605225283030161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1160605225283030161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-last-note-on-last-night-and-then-i.html' title='One last note on last night and then I am done'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4449325332315721084</id><published>2008-04-30T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:42:33.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smith'/><title type='text'>For heavens sake, stop the free speech!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday hundreds if not thousands of news papers all over the world was edited to take out certain political messages. Yesterday political oponents of the current government in Zimbabwe was tortured. Yesterday anti China protesters was threatened with violence in Nepal. Yesterday Eynulla Fətullayev spent his day (like he will spend today and tomorrow and the day after and so on) in jail on political charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we proved that freedom of speech does not exist on Smith campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Today I am ashamed. Today I am not a Smithie. I do not want to be associated with this group of brilliant young women who can't act like normal humans do. Today I do not wear my college's name with pride. I wear it in shame. I thought this was a place of free speech, of love and compassion and open discussion. How could I be so wrong? Today I see that this is just like those countries we condem for their crushing of free speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had hope for this world, hope that we, here at Smith, could make a change. That we could show the world that there are safe zones, places you will be accepted no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have no hope. You, those of you who acted like idiots last night, have taken away my will to fight for our rights. Why should I bother fighting one regime only to have it replaced by one equally bad. Today I mourn what was killed last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4449325332315721084?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4449325332315721084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4449325332315721084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4449325332315721084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4449325332315721084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-heavens-sake-stop-free-speech.html' title='For heavens sake, stop the free speech!'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1814004447839593954</id><published>2008-04-29T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:15:34.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><title type='text'>Just taking a few minutes to make a little note</title><content type='html'>Today it was hard to get out of bed. I wouldn't have if it hadn't been for that I have stuff to hand in.  But yes here is todays todo list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do:&lt;br /&gt;-Go to MTH 153&lt;br /&gt;-Go to CSC 106&lt;br /&gt;-Work (at least I believe I have work still)&lt;br /&gt;-Read The Time Machine and that other short story&lt;br /&gt;-Moodle posting, at least one&lt;br /&gt;-Start working on take home (will probably do this during work)&lt;br /&gt;-Read Processing for class&lt;br /&gt;-Hand in spec fic paper&lt;br /&gt;- Work on art piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about the art piece, Jax and Aurelia were very nice yesterday and did some recordings for me. Anybody else? Just say hi sometime when I have my computer with me. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1814004447839593954?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1814004447839593954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1814004447839593954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1814004447839593954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1814004447839593954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-taking-few-minutes-to-make-little.html' title='Just taking a few minutes to make a little note'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5271762672592321460</id><published>2008-04-29T00:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:21:49.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>Why is it possible to go from having someone you think of as one of your closest friends to rarely talking to them, in only a year? Why do I feel that this was my fault? Why do I want to fix it, but don't know how? Should I fix it or realize it was never meant to me? Was the friendship built on so little that we have nothing to talk about anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate loosing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a note I am not expecting anyone to have any answers or anything. This is just to get it out of my system, and parhaps explain to people why I have been off these last few weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5271762672592321460?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5271762672592321460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5271762672592321460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5271762672592321460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5271762672592321460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4530970645763537437</id><published>2008-04-28T16:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:11:39.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Character Meme</title><content type='html'>1) Choose one of your own characters.&lt;br /&gt;2) Make them answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;3) Then, tag three people.&lt;br /&gt;4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Adrian and Ramon's answeres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What gender are you?&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Male&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Same here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;A: I am 28. Though it varies depending on what time she playing me as.&lt;br /&gt;R: 20... At least I think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you want a hug?&lt;br /&gt;A:No!&lt;br /&gt;R: Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;A: You're weird.&lt;br /&gt;R: ey! Just because I like human contact. You are the one made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you have any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;A: I guess so...&lt;br /&gt;R: No...&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes you do, you are an alcoholic pirate for haven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;R: And you swear to much.&lt;br /&gt;A: And you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;A: Indian actually&lt;br /&gt;R: Rum&lt;br /&gt;A: Why did I know you would say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope. I am 28 for christ's sake, and damn sexy at that.&lt;br /&gt;R: Neither am I. And you are not that good looking.&lt;br /&gt;A: Says the ork.&lt;br /&gt;R: Hey! I am exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Have you killed anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Both: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: aye. This guy on my crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes&lt;br /&gt;R: Is there anyone who does? What is yours Adrian?&lt;br /&gt;A: It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;A: no&lt;br /&gt;R: Summer, it is the only time it is warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who are your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: None, I am pretty sure  none of the people I live with really like me&lt;br /&gt;R: Jaquline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What are your hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;A: All sorts of out door stuff&lt;br /&gt;R: The bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;R: RUM!&lt;br /&gt;A: Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A: June 1st&lt;br /&gt;R: Nov 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Are you nice or mean?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mean&lt;br /&gt;R: I try to be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What do you think of your creator?&lt;br /&gt;A: Do I have to answer?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah, do we? She'll do something nasty to us if we don't answer the way she wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What is your weakness?&lt;br /&gt;A: None&lt;br /&gt;R: Sure you do, how about your blatant gayness&lt;br /&gt;A: I am not...&lt;br /&gt;R: sure...&lt;br /&gt;A: How about you?&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh I'll be honest, a cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What do you do on a regular day basis?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't actually tell you that, it's classified&lt;br /&gt;R: Get up, quarrel with Rick, chill with the guys, play guitar and stuff and then hit the pub&lt;br /&gt;Well its hard to say I'm terrible at understanding things like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Um... Dunno&lt;br /&gt;R: Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What do you consider fun in the day time?&lt;br /&gt;A: frighting some poor little newbie&lt;br /&gt;R: Playing guitar with the guys and playing with the dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) At night?&lt;br /&gt;A: working&lt;br /&gt;R: wouldn't you like to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;A: hell no&lt;br /&gt;R: yes you are.. I am bi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What is your place of origin?&lt;br /&gt;A: Parents are from England, but I am raised in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;R: Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Who are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;A: Again classified&lt;br /&gt;R: A merchant in Cairo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you wearing underwear right now??&lt;br /&gt;A: Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;R: Smirk*&lt;br /&gt;A: What? You are not wearing any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Whats your occupation?&lt;br /&gt;A: Officer in the special air service&lt;br /&gt;R: Pirate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4530970645763537437?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4530970645763537437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4530970645763537437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4530970645763537437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4530970645763537437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/character-meme.html' title='Character Meme'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6996765912037493162</id><published>2008-04-27T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:27:23.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ssffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  • noun 1 a way in which something is done or happens. 2 a person’s outward bearing or way of behaving towards others. 3 (manners) polite social behaviour. 4 a style in literature or art. 5 literary a kind or sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-askoxford.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manners, manners, this funny word we have on the unwritten rules of how we behave in social groups.  Lately it have been getting to me how much these seem to be lacking in the group I hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I have been highly bothered by a few very vocal people's inability to grasp the fact that people might have other opinions. It have been particulary  bad about this one book we have been reading in class. Now, it is ok not to like a book. I have several of these books I do not like. But what I have a problem with is when people are being rude and people with other opinions are not voicing their opinions because they feel like they will get their head torn off. Also I think is exceptionally rude to tell the teacher that you think of reading this book as a punishment when he has been open about the fact that he likes it and hand picked it because he thinks it has good qualites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rule 1. Don't say 'This book is crap', say 'I think this book is crap'. That way you don't make people as uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year there have been a lot of issues with our club and the table. One important thing to remember is that the club is bigger than the table. And I know, in fact I have felt this way myself even being a part of the table, that many people don't get a lot of the inside jokes in this club to begin with and having games where all we reference is stuff that have been going on with the table is beyond bad. Some jokes not every one will get. That is a by product of spanning as broad of an audience as we do. At my first meeting I got more than a bit terrified of the members of the club. I felt that I wasn't good enough for this club because I couldn't even catch half of the references. If it hadn't been for Miriam, Hope and Eleanor I probably would  not have gone for the first long time. In certain games this is not a bad idea, but when only one or two people in the entire group knows what you are talking about, a versus battle can become extremely boring. It is also the fastest way of making sure that we will get very few members in the comming years if all we talk about is characters and events that they have no reason to know or learn about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule 2 Don't add things that only two or three people will know about to the hat and in the case of say botticelli don't use something that the person can't possibly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the hate. Yes exactly that. As most of the table is either on council or on the rising council we have are the face of this club even when we are not on council meeting or in club meetings. As such we can not afford to let our feelings about members of the club show. I am talking about a few members of the club and I am sure everyone involved know who I mean, if not ask me and I will explain. It is fair that you don't like them and rather not spend time with them, but I am sorry to say when you took this job on council you said yes to reprecenting the club and the club can not hate some of it's members. It is also not our place to bitch about said members in front of other members as I know have happened on several occacions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule 3 Stop the Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every one are into your fandom. Gasp! No seriously. Not everyone is interested. And while it is ok to mention it to make other people aware of what is out there to enjoy. Really when it becomes all you talk about it is too much. I am really tempted to just yell Get a LIFE! but I won't. Because I don't like that saying. So, the world is bigger than that and not all of us care. If you want to talk about it and only it, please do us all a favor and find someone like minded and have a quiet conversation so that the rest of us can have a conversation more people can participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule 4 Don't dominate a social setting with only one topic that only you and a few others are really interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6996765912037493162?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6996765912037493162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6996765912037493162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6996765912037493162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6996765912037493162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/manners.html' title='Manners'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4468214310329415726</id><published>2008-04-27T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:47:38.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><title type='text'>Plans for the day</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah todays todo list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-MTH 153 Homework THERE WASN'T ANY&lt;br /&gt;-MTH 204 Homework at least an hour YEAH, NEED MATLAB&lt;br /&gt;-MTH 153 The two proofs that are left EH... OFFICE HOURS HERE I COME&lt;br /&gt;-ENG 208 Reading currently? page 27 of 57&lt;br /&gt;-laundery&lt;br /&gt;-council meeting DIDN'T HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;-conpod meeting DONE&lt;br /&gt;-drink tea DONE&lt;br /&gt;-call home DONE&lt;br /&gt;-find out if I can stay with Anton and if I can buy tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time permits:&lt;br /&gt;-clean room&lt;br /&gt;-watch allo allo or dr who DONE&lt;br /&gt;-order rings&lt;br /&gt;-read shadowrun &lt;br /&gt;-walk down to serios and buy milk. &lt;br /&gt;-start ray gun making&lt;br /&gt;-write post about last week, got quite a bit to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4468214310329415726?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4468214310329415726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4468214310329415726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4468214310329415726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4468214310329415726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/plans-for-day.html' title='Plans for the day'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2330111603118297431</id><published>2008-04-23T15:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:52:15.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shit</title><content type='html'>Proofs to be done:&lt;br /&gt;#1 1.6 -3 done&lt;br /&gt;#2 you prove page 17 3b DONE&lt;br /&gt;#3 2.3 -3 done&lt;br /&gt;#4 2.3 -10 DONE&lt;br /&gt;#5 2.4 -2 DONE&lt;br /&gt;#6 2.4 -3 DONE&lt;br /&gt;#7 2.4 -17 DONE &lt;br /&gt;#8 5.3 -3 done&lt;br /&gt;#9 3.3 -12 done, or the formula he gave me doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;#10 3.6 -7 DONE&lt;br /&gt;#11 4.1 -21 &lt;br /&gt;#12 4.6 -11 done&lt;br /&gt;#13 4.4 -2 done &lt;br /&gt;#14 4.4 -4 done&lt;br /&gt;#15 4.7 -13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2330111603118297431?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2330111603118297431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2330111603118297431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2330111603118297431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2330111603118297431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-shit.html' title='Oh shit'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1696735865967203533</id><published>2008-04-22T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:30:37.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a job. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1696735865967203533?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1696735865967203533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1696735865967203533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1696735865967203533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1696735865967203533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1751266944287358710</id><published>2008-04-21T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:08:05.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="400"  height="700" title="st"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.abneypark.com/preview/losthorizonpreviewer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.abneypark.com/preview/losthorizonpreviewer.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"  height="700"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1751266944287358710?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1751266944287358710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1751266944287358710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1751266944287358710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1751266944287358710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/st.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5796531301096333160</id><published>2008-04-21T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:23:09.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I hate feeling sick. I hate having to eat painkillers just to be human, if I don't I might yell at someone. I feel like I am just a big pile of goo. My nose is clogged and when ever I can breathe through it, it feels like there is little razors or something cutting up my insides. Arg. I probably shouldn't go to class today, but I'll try. I have not missed a full day yet this semester and I think I don't have one all year. Which I am kind of proud of and would like to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo today:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Spec Fic&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Linear Algebra&lt;br /&gt;- Read the Road for Spec Fic&lt;br /&gt;- Make at least one posting on Spec Fic&lt;br /&gt;- Go to office hours and do homework for MTH 153&lt;br /&gt;- Go to office hours and do homework for MTH 204&lt;br /&gt;- Write story for the 100 stories challenge&lt;br /&gt;- Go down to CVS and get decongestant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5796531301096333160?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5796531301096333160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5796531301096333160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5796531301096333160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5796531301096333160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1196145277007940907</id><published>2008-04-16T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:02:52.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why yesterday was awesome and What I want to learn</title><content type='html'>Ten reasons yesterday was awesome:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good coffee at the campus center, I had a really good ice mocca.&lt;br /&gt;2. Naked wrestling on the lawn with E. Well, you know, in bikini tops, and it was more getting violently hugged&lt;br /&gt;3. Fun conversation with the guy at the booze store&lt;br /&gt;4. Awesome gifts from little brother&lt;br /&gt;5. Dragon!&lt;br /&gt;6. Good wine and rum at Haven&lt;br /&gt;7. Claire looking sexy&lt;br /&gt;8. Spending time learning to speak the way Ramon does&lt;br /&gt;9. Reading 'Bear discover fire' in the Sun, I rather liked this story&lt;br /&gt;10. Deciding to take it easy and enjoy the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to learn:&lt;br /&gt;Writing Arabic. I think it is very elegant&lt;br /&gt;Playing guitar and djembe and other cool drums&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Welsh and Gaelic (Scottish or Irish)&lt;br /&gt;How to weave&lt;br /&gt;and many others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am thinking about a second tattoo based on norwegian wood carvings&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Urnes_animals.jpg/364px-Urnes_animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Urnes_animals.jpg/364px-Urnes_animals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1196145277007940907?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1196145277007940907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1196145277007940907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1196145277007940907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1196145277007940907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-yesterday-was-awesome-and-what-i.html' title='Why yesterday was awesome and What I want to learn'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-340321730016477316</id><published>2008-04-15T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:15:11.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cgi.ebay.com/NEW-Victorian-Old-West-Civil-War-Gothic-grannyboot-91-2_W0QQitemZ7750255638QQihZ016QQcategoryZ63889QQtcZphotoQQcmdZViewItem#ebayphotohosting"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i23.ebayimg.com/04/i/06/ec/20/1c_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cgi.ebay.com/NEW-Victorian-style-old-west-civil-war-boot-sz-9-1-2_W0QQitemZ380013953886QQihZ025QQcategoryZ63889QQtcZphotoQQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i14.ebayimg.com/05/i/000/7c/cb/92c2_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma gave me money for my birthday, and I expect to get money from my grandfater also. So the plan was to buy shoes for my steampunk costume and these shoes would also double up for the black sorcereress. Here are my two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, high calf or short? The price is about the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-340321730016477316?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/340321730016477316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=340321730016477316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/340321730016477316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/340321730016477316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/boots.html' title='Boots'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5823366445827088538</id><published>2008-04-14T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:20:31.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>So the plan was to celebrate my birthday tomorrow at Haven, but I have already gotten at least two people canceling. And I expect a couple more. But how does people feel? Up for Haven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5823366445827088538?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5823366445827088538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5823366445827088538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5823366445827088538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5823366445827088538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/haven-tomorrow.html' title='Haven tomorrow?'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6928887434227785945</id><published>2008-04-14T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:44:50.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><title type='text'>A Mission for the Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First off: &lt;/b&gt;You may have received this email more than once, and I'm truly sorry for that. I'm desperately trying to get the hang of this email newsletter thing. If you do not want to receive announcements from me in the future, there is an "unsubscribe" link at the end of this email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, now that that's out of the way: If you're reading this, then it means we have exchanged emails or connected in one form or another in the past few years. I want to thank you for your support and interest in what I do. I'm also inviting you to help me with my next audiofiction project, "7th Son: OBSIDIAN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a thrill ride since I debuted the "7th Son" audiobook podcast in 2006. Since then, my work has been covered in The New York Times, The Washington Post and Blogger &amp;amp; Podcaster Magazine. 7th Son now has nearly 40,000 listeners worldwide, and -- thanks to your support and evangelism -- will be published by St. Martin's Press next year. I'm currently writing the debut novel in a new supernatural thriller series, also to be released by St. Martin's in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you know me, you know I'm always gunning for bigger and better projects. This brings me back to OBSIDIAN, which will be released in late May. OBSIDIAN is a short story anthology that chronicles a fictitious two-week nationwide blackout in the United States. I've recruited the very best podcast novelists to contribute stories, including bestselling sci-fi authors Michael A. Stackpole and Scott Sigler. Here's a link to my announcement: &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2a78xs" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/2a78xs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;OBSIDIAN has already received attention from BoingBoing ( &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yscve9" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/yscve9&lt;/a&gt; ) and Gawker Media sci-fi blog &lt;a href="http://io9.com/" target="_blank"&gt;io9.com&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/3pdg6y" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/3pdg6y&lt;/a&gt; ), thanks to a groundbreaking "audience participation" element I've added to the OBSIDIAN experience. I'm opening the anthology to anyone who wants to participate. This open invitation is a first-ever in podcast fiction, and something unheard of in traditional media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm inviting YOU to "play along" and record video and audio as if they you are a victim of the chaotic OBSIDIAN blackout. The conceit: The blackout is real, and happening now. This content will appear in the OBSIDIAN podcast, in May. I'm already receiving audio and video content from my audience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Reports from the field" audio:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jchutchins.net/audio/BBCreport.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;http://jchutchins.net/audio&lt;wbr&gt;/BBCreport.mp3&lt;/a&gt;    (a fictitious BBC report)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jchutchins.net/audio/norwegiannews.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;http://jchutchins.net/audio&lt;wbr&gt;/norwegiannews.mp3&lt;/a&gt;   (a fictitious Norwegian news report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Calls from victims" audio:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jchutchins.net/audio/shopkeeper.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;http://jchutchins.net/audio&lt;wbr&gt;/shopkeeper.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jchutchins.net/audio/theycame.WAV" target="_blank"&gt;http://jchutchins.net/audio&lt;wbr&gt;/theycame.WAV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jchutchins.net/audio/somebodyhelpme.WAV" target="_blank"&gt;http://jchutchins.net/audio&lt;wbr&gt;/somebodyhelpme.WAV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The home-brewed videos I've received -- more than 30 so far -- are also filmed as if the blackout is real. Poignant and frightening, these videos will be released into the wild in May, to showcase their work and promote the release of OBSIDIAN. Here's a "sneak peek" of a few: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/red5standingby" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/red5standing&lt;wbr&gt;by&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I've posted a call to action at my site, for anyone who wants to participate in this "podcasting first": &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;How can you help? Create an OBSIDIAN contribution, of course! Visit that link above, and read how you can tell a tale in the "7th Son" universe. Alternately, you can mention this open invitation in your podcast, blog or Facebook -- or pass along this email to your creative and adventurous friends. I'm looking for killer content from everyone. In your evangelism, be sure to mention this link -- &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna&lt;/a&gt; -- so your audience can learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys, I'm inviting you to play "make believe" and contribute to a first-ever experiment in sci-fi fiction and podcasting. Are you in? I'd be honored if you created a contribution for OBSIDIAN: &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/4kgnna&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks so much for your endless support, and I'm looking forward to seeing what you cook up for 7th Son: OBSIDIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--J.C. Hutchins&lt;br /&gt;author of the podcast novel trilogy 7th Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ coming in print from St. Martin's Press in 2009&lt;br /&gt;~ most popular podiobook series in history&lt;br /&gt;~ featuring cameos from sci-fi/horror icons Nathan Fillion, George Romero, Kevin J. Anderson, and others&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.jchutchins.net/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.JCHutchins.net&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I sort of promised him I'll do something. Anybody want to get together and think of something. I am sure we can get hold of a camera and stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6928887434227785945?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6928887434227785945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6928887434227785945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6928887434227785945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6928887434227785945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/mission-for-master.html' title='A Mission for the Master'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3547996324918043839</id><published>2008-04-14T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:44:57.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rpg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><title type='text'>Moving, Reg stuff and other notes</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this blog is moving. I have had this account with blogger for three years now, or close to. It has been a surprisingly big part of my life. Very teraputic to write down your thoughts and feelings and angry rants. Same goes for LJ, though I had that for a lot shorter period of time, only one and a half year, but I will be more or less leaving that too. Everything will move to the &lt;a href="http://brieflines.wordpress.org"&gt;new wordpress blog&lt;/a&gt;, and we are in the moving phase now, but this will take full effect on the last day of classes, as that is the last day when I have the class I originally got the wordpress account for. I will still have my accounts with blogger and LJ, just that my updates will all be on the word press account. I am also starting up the DEE project again their (that might be in full effect before the main blog). IMPORTANT NOTE: Some, possibly a lot, of post will be password protected. I tend to lean towards being as open as possible but sometimes that is not possible. If you want access to the password, email me, comment here or comment on the wordpress account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registraion for fall classes went fine. I got into everything I wanted. I am exited about Astro. Been wanting to take that class for a long time. Then there are Assembly and Operating Systems which will both be fun, I hope, if a lot of work. I am also looking forward to taking german again. And I got the section with a teacher that have been recommended to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rpg world, things are going ok. I am a little bit out of it, because every game I have played this year feels like it have been very political, this might not have been the intention, but that is how it feels. And lately I have been wanting to do more swashbuckling. You know, fights, insults, treasure, fight monsters, so on and so forth. Something that is lighter and more fun and less heavy on the political plot. This I guess is reflected in my last two characters Adrian and Ramon, both essencially swashbucklers, though only Ramon is an actual pirate. So I am looking into how I can do that. There is also two games I want to play, both of which can fit this style. Shadowrun and 7th Sea. 7th Sea is a swashbuckling pirate game already, but I only have the player's guide and don't really feel like dishing out tons of money. Shadowrun has a very dark and gritty overtone, but the underlying consept is very much that of swashbuckling. But it is also futuristic, character gen is confusing and it seems to be hard to recruit players for it and get the ones I have to be enthusiastic about it. Is that my fault? Am I doing something wrong as a GM? Or is it simply that people don't like futuristic games? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a few links for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swashbucklingadv.com/"&gt;7th Sea&lt;/a&gt;, link to the game, has loads of interesting resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tlucretius.net/Sophie/Castle/victorian_slang.html"&gt;Victorian Slang Glossary&lt;/a&gt;, just exactly what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costuming:&lt;br /&gt;The bones arrived today. So I thought I should give you all a break down of the cost of the projects so far&lt;br /&gt;Black sorceress:&lt;br /&gt;Pattern and shipping $30&lt;br /&gt;Fabric and shipping $90&lt;br /&gt;Bones and shipping $86&lt;br /&gt;Total cost $210 (estimated: no more than $250)&lt;br /&gt;Total time so far 3-4 hours (estimanted: a lot)&lt;br /&gt;The Shaman:&lt;br /&gt;Pattern $7&lt;br /&gt;Hooks ~$10-12&lt;br /&gt;Yarn $13&lt;br /&gt;Bones $9&lt;br /&gt;Total cost $40&lt;br /&gt;Total time so far: maybe an hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3547996324918043839?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3547996324918043839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3547996324918043839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3547996324918043839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3547996324918043839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-reg-stuff-and-other-notes.html' title='Moving, Reg stuff and other notes'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4585144617285748084</id><published>2008-04-10T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:23:25.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snappings, Sun and Sondre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh I love it when I can make my titles all start with the same letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, small note:&lt;br /&gt;Dear ...&lt;br /&gt;Just a little warning note, I do not appriciate being snapped at first thing in the morning. If I had been slightly more awake, I would have had a nasty reply. Just keep that in mind for next time you snap at me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny and nice. I like this, just wish that I didn't have to spend so much time inside so I could go out and enjoy. According to the forcast today might be the last day of it. You know what, I think I'll not go to lab. Instead head outside with a book of some kind. I have two options. Sweeny Todd or some fantasy I picked up, it looked a little like Discworld. I went on a book shopping high this spring break. Ok. Between 4 and dinner time you can find me in the garden with a book. If people have time and want to come and chill with me, feel free. Sun makes me feel good. Makes me relax and enjoy life a little. Now Claire and I are planning to eat lunch on Chapin lawn. Going to be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got into his first choice at UWC, Wales. I am so proud of him. I am so going visiting him next fall or spring. Either thanksgiving or J-term. The school he is going to is 25 west of Cardiff and in a 12th centry castle that is supposedly one of the most haunted places in Wales.  If you are curios about the school look at &lt;a href="http://www.atlanticcollege.org/NETCOMMUNITY/Page.aspx?&amp;amp;pid=347&amp;amp;srcid=235"&gt;these promo vids&lt;/a&gt;. They are really cool. I am really envious of him. I wanted to get into Atlantic too. I am happy I went to Flekke but... Yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4585144617285748084?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4585144617285748084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4585144617285748084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4585144617285748084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4585144617285748084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/snappings-sun-and-sondre.html' title='Snappings, Sun and Sondre'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6817669705914205259</id><published>2008-04-07T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:26:57.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='todo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todo today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Take home exam&lt;/span&gt; DONE. Handed it in ten minutes before it was due, I had it done a few hours before that, but was too lazy to walk over there and hand it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-do math homework for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; DONE. Yep, not much to say about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mail tax things&lt;/span&gt; DONE. yay, don't have to worry until next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-stuff for CS&lt;/span&gt; meh. Might not do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- find job &lt;/span&gt;DONE or you know, sorta. Sent out a bunch of mails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-talk to advisor&lt;/span&gt; DONE she approved of my schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-figure out schedule for next semester&lt;/span&gt; DONE see below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-measure and order bones for corset&lt;/span&gt; Begun: My upper torso is 9 inches long and lower is 5. The pattern is for 8 and 3. Drafting having to be done here yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-email Ema with corset ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table summary="" align="" border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" height="214" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tues&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thurs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fri&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;9AM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GER 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AST 111&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GER 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AST 111&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GER 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;10AM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GER 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AST 111&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GEr 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AST 111&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;GER 200&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;11AM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;12AM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;1PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 231&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;3PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 262&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 262&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;4PM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 262&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;CSC 262&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GER 200 is low intermediate german (has 19 places left)&lt;br /&gt;AST 111 is introduction to astronomy (has a cap of 999, I am good)&lt;br /&gt;CSC 231 is Mircoprocessors and Assembly language (29 places left)&lt;br /&gt;CSC 262 is Introduction to Operating Systems (where one of the things you do is write your own. cap of 999)&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to get into these sections, which it look like I will do.&lt;br /&gt;Now need to get on with corseting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6817669705914205259?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6817669705914205259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6817669705914205259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6817669705914205259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6817669705914205259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/todo-today-take-home-exam-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-604887330171256697</id><published>2008-04-07T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:52:19.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>EEP!</title><content type='html'>This weekend have been so long, but on so many levels so good. Claire and I finally got some us time, after quite a number of weeks were we haven't really had time to do so. This included oversleeping brunch and getting food at the CC. It was good. Very much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have tons of stuff to do, most important is a take home that is due at 6PM tonight that I am far from done with. And there is loads of other stuff as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo today:&lt;br /&gt;-Take home exam&lt;br /&gt;-do math homework for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-Mail tax things&lt;br /&gt;-stuff for CS&lt;br /&gt;- find job&lt;br /&gt;-talk to advisor&lt;br /&gt;-figure out schedule for next semester&lt;br /&gt;-measure and order bones for corset&lt;br /&gt;-email Ema with corset ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to go get food&lt;br /&gt;See you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-604887330171256697?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/604887330171256697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=604887330171256697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/604887330171256697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/604887330171256697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/eep.html' title='EEP!'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5220866340024064091</id><published>2008-04-04T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:26:58.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabric'/><title type='text'>My fabric has arrived</title><content type='html'>I am impressed. I ordered the fabric tuesday evening and it is here. And I went for the cheapest shipping option. It is gorgeous black indian duponi. It has a lot of character and is sort of matte. Good, that is what I wanted. I can add shinyness with beads. So yeah thaisilks.com is highly recommended for silk. They offer all sorts of silk in all sort of prices. I think the cheapest I have seen is around 5 bucks a yard all the way up to 40-something, but that was for double wave satin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5220866340024064091?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5220866340024064091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5220866340024064091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5220866340024064091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5220866340024064091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-fabric-has-arrived.html' title='My fabric has arrived'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3560426892539261691</id><published>2008-04-03T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:55:00.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corset'/><title type='text'>Great corset plans</title><content type='html'>So, every costume I come up with lately features a corset. Why is this? Is it because I am obsessed with the things? If everything comes together like I want I'll have 6 corsets/bodices by the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the costume ideas, input greatly appriciated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvKHdZB3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/09Pau3qaL7Q/s1600-h/ivy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvKHdZB3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/09Pau3qaL7Q/s320/ivy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185032028090337138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Black Sorceress:&lt;br /&gt;You all know this one. The one with the black silk with the green beads. I have pretty much settled on what I want for this one. The silk is in the mail and I need to measure myself and buy boning for it. Then I need to get hold of coutil and stuff and a sewing machine. Miriam offered hers but since I am dealing with silk I think I want one I know, so this will wait until I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvVHdZB4I/AAAAAAAAABE/IITRFP0Xtjo/s1600-h/ursula1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvVHdZB4I/AAAAAAAAABE/IITRFP0Xtjo/s320/ursula1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185032217068898178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Airship Mechanic: This is another one I am so looking forward to making, though I wont be making the corset here. I was planning on commision Ema for it, but I have yet to talk to her about it. I know it is a lot of money, but really I do not want to make it myself (leather and stuff) and I rather support a person I know, before going into the greater corset community.  The rest of the outfit will be made by me, except for the obvious parts, like boots. I was however planning on using the boots for the black sorceress as well so if you find some cool black granma style boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvVXdZB5I/AAAAAAAAABM/BB603eg157E/s1600-h/outerwearCorset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvVXdZB5I/AAAAAAAAABM/BB603eg157E/s320/outerwearCorset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185032221363865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Druid/Shaman: This is something that have brewed for a long long time in my head, ever since I first became interested in corsetry and saw that picture. The idea is a slightly D&amp;amp;D style shaman. All I have planned so far is that corset and a staff with things(skulls, feathers and bones) dangling off it. I am not sure what else would be cool to go with this outfit, ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3560426892539261691?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3560426892539261691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3560426892539261691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3560426892539261691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3560426892539261691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-corset-plans.html' title='Great corset plans'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R_TvKHdZB3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/09Pau3qaL7Q/s72-c/ivy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8179138880261796058</id><published>2008-04-02T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:34:24.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Voices?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8179138880261796058?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8179138880261796058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8179138880261796058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8179138880261796058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8179138880261796058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/guest-voices.html' title='Guest Voices?'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6241949146326681682</id><published>2008-04-01T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:58:21.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><title type='text'>My new project</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah I am bad.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't take on more projects. But hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan:&lt;br /&gt;Bunny is writing a story, I did some beta reading of this. I like the story. It is my kind of story. So I knew there was a story out there that was possible to record. Yes there are some of my own, and they will be used as practice. But honestly, I do not think my writing is worth podcasting, nor that I would have enough material for a long podcast. And it would be fun to work with someone else. So the plan is, Bunny writes and records, and I edit. I know editing might be the biggest part of this project, but since it was my idea.... So far we are thinking a biweekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;The Inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;I got this idea while listening to some of my personal favorite podcasts. Here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morevi.net"&gt;Tee Morris' Morevi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teemorris.com/billi/"&gt;Tee Morris' Billi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragonslanding.com"&gt;Dragon's landing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software:&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking into some software&lt;br /&gt;Audacity&lt;br /&gt;HotRecorder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6241949146326681682?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6241949146326681682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6241949146326681682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6241949146326681682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6241949146326681682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-project.html' title='My new project'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4189148003686209131</id><published>2008-03-31T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:05:11.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><title type='text'>Corset wonderingings</title><content type='html'>So I am making a dress built on what I imagined when I read the description of Ylinestra's dress in Stalking Darkness by Lynn Flewelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The sorcereress' silk gown glittered with jewled beading and the bodice, fashionable in the extreme, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Originally I imagined something deep bottle green, but it seems impossible to find silk in this color or dye in this color. So I am wondering. I can do black with deep green beads and embroidery (yes we are looking at hand embroidery by yours truly), possibly with a hint of silver. I could probably find a blue, but it does not have the same feel as deep green or black. &lt;a href="http://tigerlofu.livejournal.com/52571.html#cutid1"&gt;The ideas I have is here&lt;/a&gt;. I have the patteren for the corset now, I just need to buy the other stuffs. What do people think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4189148003686209131?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4189148003686209131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4189148003686209131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4189148003686209131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4189148003686209131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/corset-wonderingings.html' title='Corset wonderingings'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6850146178873648647</id><published>2008-03-31T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:02:49.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conbust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons'/><title type='text'>What a Weekend.</title><content type='html'>So for those of you that don't know, this weekend was Conbust 08. It was great fun. I was on 4 panels, running one game and judging the boffing war and tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday started with set up and stuff. It was fine enough. I am still  amazed that we manage to get everything up in an hour. It is really amazing. Then at six was my game. I thought I would have to cancel because it was so early in the con and no-one woutld be there, nope, I had to turn people down. It was great fun to run, I thing the players had fun, and we ran the full two hours. Thank god I stated out those guards. I had not expected them to attack the guards. I think I'll do something about that for the campaign. Oh yeah this is turning into a campaign. Then I ran the character building workshop where George dominated, as usual. After that was the zombie panel. I had freaked out about this, but it went smashing. It seemed like people loved it. Thanks to everyone who helped make it as awesome as it was, especially Kayleigh. Then I did the ID check for the BDSM panel. It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Started with over sleeping and then tax workshop, was not so fun but ok.  Then I went to the con got into makeup. During the day I sat at the table, judged the boffing and ran a panel, once again with George. Then I went to Joe's game and had tons of fun. After that I had a head ache so I went home to sleep and do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Fairly laid back, went to a panel and ran another, apart form that I hung out in the artist dealer room and chilled. Again I was amazed with our gophers, the con was cleaned up in little over an hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loot:&lt;br /&gt;-two wooden daggers&lt;br /&gt;-one wood sword&lt;br /&gt;-one green bodice&lt;br /&gt;-one comic (caf-fiends)&lt;br /&gt;-two prints (cag fiends and devils panties)&lt;br /&gt;-one drawing of me&lt;br /&gt;-one dragon drawing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6850146178873648647?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6850146178873648647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6850146178873648647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6850146178873648647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6850146178873648647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend.'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6733062017287547704</id><published>2008-03-10T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:04:51.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>German Placement</title><content type='html'>Next semester I am thinking about taking German. So I went and took a German placement exam. Got the email. I placed into GER 200. Which sounds more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6733062017287547704?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6733062017287547704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6733062017287547704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6733062017287547704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6733062017287547704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/german-placement.html' title='German Placement'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4576548173943177457</id><published>2008-03-09T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:16:31.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Because I like to show off</title><content type='html'>I am really happy with this one. I think it worked out very well, and the best thing is, there is only some very very minor edits to this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=79492554&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=79492554&amp;width=1337" height="610" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/79492554/"&gt;Green Light 2&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://lofu.deviantart.com/"&gt;LoFu&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4576548173943177457?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4576548173943177457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4576548173943177457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4576548173943177457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4576548173943177457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-i-like-to-show-off.html' title='Because I like to show off'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4819170051097411001</id><published>2008-03-04T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:23:18.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fencing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rpg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>A litttle tired</title><content type='html'>Heh, yeah, I am likely to ramble here. I am far far too tired.  Maybe I am in a great state to do a DEE post. For those of you &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/deltaechoecho"&gt;DEE is here&lt;/a&gt;. He is an amusing character. Talks a lot about random stuff. And drinks more than he should. But hey, that is the fun of him. If you wanna comment, just do it there. Incharacter comments are appriciated, and either way, if you make a comment and does not state that it is fore the author Dee will be the one answering.&lt;br /&gt; Another character that has been noisy lately have been Ramon. He gave me a few stories from his childhood and not so long ago. I might type them up and post them here. They are just drabbles, but I find that drabbles are a great way to get to know a  character. They describe the characters mood at that particular point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Blood-A Ramon story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramon stared in horror at the man at his feet, the blood seeping from the man's ear. So red, he had never imagined it would be so red. The stone fell from his hand. Blood spattered it. Blood spattered Ramon's arms and face, but he didn't notice. All he saw was the dead gaze in the man's eyes. He shivered, unable to tear his eyes away. Everything that happened around him was a blur. His crew mates fighting, gunfire, the sounds of swords clashing, smoke stinging your eyes. Far away, in a dream, he hear someone yelling his name. He wanted to answer, but his voice couldn't work. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't tear his eye away. He was captured by the dead man. The man he had killed. He had killed. Him, a killer. He was damned. He had seen men die before, seen them killed, but not by his hand. He felt filthy, he wanted to turn, to run away. Far away he knew his crew mates were fighting. Loosing. They were yelling at each other, at him. A strong arm wrapped around the thirteen year old boy, lifted him and carried him away. He didn't register where, all he could see was the accusing gaze of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In other news. Life is good. I am slightly on top of things. Mainly due to not going to practise yesterday. I don't think I will go on wednesday either. I have other stuff that I need to do. Project, paper and one take home exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4819170051097411001?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4819170051097411001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4819170051097411001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4819170051097411001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4819170051097411001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/litttle-tired.html' title='A litttle tired'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5069562615810292997</id><published>2008-03-03T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:31:32.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rpg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you got, they can't steal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No they can't even feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stay safe tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A place that has to be believed to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You could have flown away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A singing bird in an open cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who will only fly, only fly for freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What you got they can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't sell it or buy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stay safe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know it aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And your heart it breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you can only take so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Walk on, walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where the heart is"&lt;br /&gt;-Walk On by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why I wanted to start with that song. It doesn't really have much to do with anything. Except to bring home a point I made the other day. Walk on. It is all we can do. And don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief note on the new title of this blog. Brief Mortality. The blogger account have the full sub title, LJ does not. Anyway it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'And the sound makes it's way outta the window Minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know, an' All of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality'&lt;/span&gt;, it is from the spoken intro to the song Woke up this Morning by A3. The reason why I chose this is  because often I am over come by this feeling. I see something beautiful, or grand, or ancient or so larger than life, and I am reminded about how small I am, and how little I really matter in the big picture. And you know what, it is a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleached my hair, was intending on dying it blue, but now I like this, I might stay blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Victoria is now unplayable. She's in jail. And is going to stay there for a while. So yesterday I statted out Ramon. He is going to be fun. He's an Egyptian orc. Tall, and when he isn't having problems with the ground moving (ie. on a boat or drunk) quite graceful. He is young and handsome in that slightly dangerous way. You know someone confident of their abilities, and those abilities include being able to hurt you badly. In the shower I realized why he is in London, must remember to tell Sibs. Ramon is a pirate and I have to figure out the way he speak, I have a feeling he swears by a ton of different gods. Heh, he is going to be fun, mainly because he'll rub Jaq the wrong way so badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5069562615810292997?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5069562615810292997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5069562615810292997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5069562615810292997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5069562615810292997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-on-walk-on-what-you-got-they-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1372684000893878810</id><published>2008-02-21T10:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:21:08.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An email from Ianto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R72gE2_3AdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8673lPydr_M/s1600-h/IantosEmail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R72gE2_3AdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8673lPydr_M/s320/IantosEmail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169463952634479058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I woke up this morning and checked my email (I always do this in case people have been trying to get in contact with me) and in between my normal junk (amazon and so forth) was an email from Ianto Jones. At first I thought it was Aurelia joking with me again. Then I looked at the address... It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a Smith email. At this point I was sure I was dreaming. Then I read the email itself. And suddenly everything clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, when I was in the process of getting hooked, one of the things I did was to sign up at the torchwood.org.uk site for this rather fun thing they have where you get little clues all through teh week and you try to solve a case. So that was the reason for the email. I still think it is pretty cool that my inbox looks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. my art crit is in an hour. I am a bit stressed out, I didn't get it to do what I wanted but I think it is pretty good none the less. The whole &lt;a href="http://sophia.smith.edu/%7Etstolpes/CSC106/1-2.html"&gt;project is her&lt;/a&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sophia.smith.edu/%7Etstolpes/pictures/ohneDich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sophia.smith.edu/%7Etstolpes/pictures/ohneDich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having quite a lot of fun with this. and got some ideas for other stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at the Lunar Eclipse party we had, and Zoe said yes to training me for telescope maintenance. That is just so freeking cool. Just what I want to do. I am planning on telling Meg soon, see what she thinks. On Tuesday a bunch of us went to Haven, that was pretty cool and I had fun. It is nice to relax every now and again. And that is pretty much it for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh actually one more thing. I have an idea for a writing project I want to do. An in-character blog. i am not entirely sure if I am sticking it on LJ or blogger. I might even do wordpress but the account I have for now there is used for class stuff so... Anyway, what sort of character would people think is more fun. Poll is on the LJ version of this post. &lt;a href="http://tigerlofu.livejournal.com/49574.html"&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1372684000893878810?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1372684000893878810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1372684000893878810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1372684000893878810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1372684000893878810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/email-from-ianto.html' title='An email from Ianto'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R72gE2_3AdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8673lPydr_M/s72-c/IantosEmail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8422377771065979252</id><published>2008-02-17T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:54:04.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...</title><content type='html'>I am done with the Linear Algebra I am going to do today. Which means well over halfway done with the homework (YAY!), I did one proof for discrete, I was planning on doing the homework, but while I had noted down the question numbers, I forgot to write what section. Go me! I'll ask Miriam later or hope that she reads this. But anyway, I am stuck at work with no homework. Or you know I could read Breathmoss (I probably will) or finish the We-essay (not as likely). But I decided that a new post was in order instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished season one of Torchwood last night. Yeah that is right, four episodes back to back, talk about crazy. I am insane, I know. Some of the little things they say however is a little too close for comfort. I ended up crying almost every single episode. My head is in a weird place, I think Torchwood might be a catalyst for this. Feels like I am stumbling about in this weird jungle of emotions and fears. Some of you know some of this, some of you more than others. I would appriciate it if you kept it to yourselves. I know I know I am going to have to do some serious talks. I am not really sure I want to. In fact I am pretty sure I don't want to. Why am I so easy to guilt out? I am not sure, but now I feel like an asshole for many reasons. People I have hurt with my choices and with not being better at hiding my feelings. Damn. I think I am going to go back and hide in the world of Torchwood now. Sarge, when can I come and get the rest that I don't have/where can I get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8422377771065979252?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8422377771065979252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8422377771065979252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8422377771065979252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8422377771065979252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/hm.html' title='Hm...'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1834275691617261961</id><published>2008-02-16T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T21:02:48.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue...</title><content type='html'>I feel blue.. And I am blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2UsAbI1hg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mL2UsAbI1hg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my skin is sorta blue right now. I tried to dye my hair blue, but it needs to be bleached, and that twice to get not become green. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt; But also, some words just hurt a little, and I know she is sick and that it is best for both of us if she sleeps in her room but damn it, I treasure those few hours we have every week too much not to feel a sting of pain when she tells me she rather sleep in her room. I am a bad person, or at least I feel that way for making her feel bad. I am sorry my love. But in her arms is the closest I feel to whole and having found somewhere I belong. To having completed that quest I have been on since Flekke, since I first felt that stab of not knowing where home was. This might not be home, or at least, due to certain circumstances, I can't make it home, but it is closer. And I remember that this can't last. I don't know how long it will last. I would like it to last forever. But it can't. Even if we survive Smith, and then two years that most likely will be spent apart, there is the issue of after that. I am most likely not settling in the US, there is a long and complicated reason for this, too many ifs... And I am not asking her to move with me to Europe. She has her family and friends all here. How can I ask her to give that up. So, we got something like a little over 4 years left at the most. 4 years is a long time you might say. But I thought 2 years were a forever when I first came to Flekke and before I knew it I was sitting there, in my own graduation. I try to treasure every moment, every kiss, every hushed 'I love you' whispered at night. But somehow it is bitter sweet. It is like one of those candies, sugar coated on the out side, then you bite it and there is an explosion in your mouth. Every Sunday I wish it was Friday, but at the same time I don't, because I know we are one week closer to that set date. One week closer to being apart for months. One week closer to four years from now. Four years is only a little over 200 weeks. And for many of those there won't be the promise of a Friday night after game. I haven't told her this, mainly because we talked about not thinking to far ahead, but also because she doesn't need to know that this will have to come to an end sooner or later. The longer she can be happy the longer I am willing to carry this bitter sweetness alone. I feel torn, between my family and home I know so well and the home I have here and want to enjoy as much I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more light note, trunkroom loot is fun. My house was ahving our cleaning today and my loot from this dungeon crawl was nice. Some stuff for SSFFS library and then a couch for myself, a fan, some magezines, flat foam for LOST, and a graduation gown. Pretty good loot. Now it is time to read Breathmoss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1834275691617261961?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1834275691617261961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1834275691617261961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1834275691617261961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1834275691617261961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue.html' title='Blue...'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2254661509238827407</id><published>2008-02-12T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:01:52.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Great.....</title><content type='html'>Why the fuck did I think I could take an art class? What in the nine hells made me think I could do that? Maybe I should just drop it. Maybe that would be the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher just shot the second good idea I have out from under me. The first one got shot by someone in my class. Both with the same reason "There is more effective software for that." I am running out of ideas and I got a little over a week until crits. I am scared out of my mind. I am back to square one. And everyone else got pretty sketches, that the teacher likes. And here I am with nothing to go on. No idea. The teacher wants repetition. I think Escher. But I am sure there is 'better' software for what ever I can come up with. Also, I am really not that a big of an Escher fan, there is other stuff I rather do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just drop the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I need to swallow my goddamn pride and go ask the teach to an idea bouncing session. But he doesn't seem like the guy who gives them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crits are a week from thursday...I don't have anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2254661509238827407?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2254661509238827407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2254661509238827407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2254661509238827407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2254661509238827407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-great.html' title='Just Great.....'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1130374155957209458</id><published>2008-02-10T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:57:57.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>This have been a long long week. Started bad as you can see from the last post. And I was down for the next few days. It helped that Claire came over monday night and kept me company, chasing the bed dreams away. And it helped waking up next to someone. But this week I have been up and down the entire week. I am better now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1130374155957209458?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1130374155957209458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1130374155957209458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1130374155957209458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1130374155957209458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-week.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4725063350179350439</id><published>2008-02-04T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:33:02.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't rub it in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUi-ATRnMwI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUi-ATRnMwI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I needed to pray or see a priest that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard"&lt;br /&gt;-Never Went To Church by The Streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where I needed someone I could go and talk to. Someone's shoulder I could cry on. If only for a little while. But in stead, I cleaned my room. Kinda funny right? Here I am, giving people a shoulder when ever they need it. Even if they are not close friends, even if I don't really care or like them. I'll be there, being that shoulder to cry on. But when I need it I am too afraid to ask. Or I think they are too busy to listen to my problems. Which, I guess is why I keep a blog. Then I feel that I have someone to talk to, and who ever cares can read it when it fits them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got kicked out of the second class in a row this semester. Fine I get it. I suck. You don't want me in your class. Fine. But then tell me so. Don't tell me it is going to be ok, then a week later tell me it is not. Second in a row. Second time I feel like a waste of space and air. If you don't want me in your class then fucking tell me so. Don't let me get my hopes up, get exited about the class, buy the freeking expensive  books, read up on the project we are doing, and promising myself and everyone I would indeed prepare myself for the parts of the class that relies on the class I failed, if you are only going to tell me I shouldn't take it. When they told me engineering was too hard for me, that I had fucked up too much to do it I took their hint and gave up, switched major. Now they want to throw me out of one of the few engineering classes that sound really interesting. One that during the first week of classes gave me a few good ideas to what I can do with my major. Fine, I am a fuck up, I probably don't deserve the time or the money this place or my country is pouring into me, but please don't rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;    And that was after I had spent 45 minutes on a proof for a class only to discover that it was the wrong one. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am going to go put on my happy mask and try to hide how I feel from people, so they can go on with their happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4725063350179350439?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4725063350179350439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4725063350179350439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4725063350179350439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4725063350179350439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-dont-rub-it-in.html' title='Please don&apos;t rub it in...'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8157981249573743769</id><published>2008-02-03T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:48:21.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Back to work...</title><content type='html'>So now, I am in Bass 102. I have half an hour left of my first shift here. I have one question left on my discrete homework and then the proofs. But I am really not in a working mood. I can only do so many questions on sets in one go before I get bored and do mistakes. It is not due until Tuesday anyway so I'll finish it tomorrow. When I am done with work I'll go and grab a shower, make coffee and read We. I should also do my reading for Math class tomorrow, yes I have two math classes, joy...&lt;br /&gt;When I came to work I discovered that the class room was locked. So I got hold of Pub Safety and they got the TA for cs 101 (I think) and she said that her class room as not open either. So I think it is Judy who have not told whoever she needs to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Deadlands as a player. My character have a bit too many plans, most of them are more than slightly dangerous. This can't end well, but ah well. It has been so long since I have played this kind of character. For Bunny's reference, she reminds me a bit of Val. She actually have a back story too. And I think I am going to email it to the GMs, if nothing else it will give them a laugh and who knows... In other LARP news. laiv.org is still down (the server crashed horribly and we might have lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;) it is odd. laiv.org was one of my main contacts with home and now that is its gone I feel very cut off.&lt;br /&gt; I think that is all for now, as I am packing up and going home for a shower...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8157981249573743769?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8157981249573743769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8157981249573743769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8157981249573743769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8157981249573743769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work...'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5270369493478739463</id><published>2008-01-28T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:27:18.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chainmaille'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr.Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cons'/><title type='text'>Torchwood</title><content type='html'>So today, no less than 3 people mentioned this show to me and told me that I need to watch it. Combined with Kelly on Saturday that make four in tree days. Maybe I should take the hint? Anyone got the first season on DVD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, classes started, I feel good about Spec Fic, this sounds like it is going to be an interesting class. ODE and Linear Algebra sounds ok, not to die for but not too bad. I talked to Cardell who teaches Electrical Power Systems and it is ok that I take the class. It sounds fairly interesting and with it I got most of the requirements for engineering minor down (I think I might be missing one or something). Discrete Math I am not sure how to feel about. I mean, I need it and I will do it, and maybe I'll find it fun, can't remember to have done anything like it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been in fencing now, but thanks me being stupid I have a giant blister on my foot. So I'll let my foot heal until wednesday and take it from there. I did my word count today, this was a good start on the week. 573 words, and I might do some more when I am done with this post. I feel inspired to do some fan fic. Also Sibs and I have a challenge. The funny thing is, the two characters are the characters we were cosplaying as at Vericon (which by the way was full of win as Mel put it), Casper and Komiyan from Darken. Because they are so damned easy to slash it has to be done. Also, the costume gave me an exuse to flirt with anything in a skirt. Ok so Casper is not that desperate, but it was fun to play. And someone recognised us. Weeee. I also got some nice art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good. Life has been good today, even with minor setbacks. Ah well. And I realized that I have two months to make my panels for ConBust and make all the chainmaille I intend to sell there. Anyone got ideas of stuff that might do well? I am working on a bunch of different bracelets, I might also make some anklets, and Miriam said that Japanese cubes might work as those bag jewelery everyone seems to have these days. Speaking of bags, I am hunting a Hells Belles badge to get on my bag, I got the button but I would like more. I am hunting all sorts of stuff to put on it in fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5270369493478739463?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5270369493478739463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5270369493478739463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5270369493478739463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5270369493478739463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/torchwood.html' title='Torchwood'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8149355161299923004</id><published>2008-01-19T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:30:29.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fencing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><title type='text'>I am still alive</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I am still alive. Things are going well in my life. I am writing this while I am waiting for the coffee to brew. Yes, I brought freshly ground coffee before I left and even if that is almost two weeks ago it is still way better than most of what you get in stores. When my parents come I think I'll ask them to bring loads of coffee. It seems a bit redundant to get coffee from the old world when I am over here, but back home I know where to get the coffee I like and they also burn the beans the way Norwegians like them.&lt;br /&gt;    This last week and a half I have been having a lot of girlfriend time, a lot of friend time in general actually, and it is very nice. I had been thinking about visiting Thomas this weekend but there seems like there was no easy way of getting up to him. Friend time have been very nice, we've been watching b-movie biology, a movie and a discussion every night this week. Yesterday we say GATTCA, I still like that movie a lot, even if it is full of odd little things that don't really fit. We've been watching Dr.Who, having knitting circles and so on and so forth. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;    In the podcast alley, I been listening to Morevi Remastered by Tee Morris. I actually really like it. It is so far quite interesting. I have also listened quite a lot to Dragon's Landing. But I have catching up to do with Escape Pod for one.&lt;br /&gt;    In the big news area, I am changing major. I have decided that rather be a computer science major, engineering minor than the other way around. This means that I'll have a somewhat easier time with fullfilling the requirements and I can focus on what I want to do rather than what I have to do. I can take more classes that focus on robotics and AI than I could other wise.&lt;br /&gt;    I also have joined the fencing team, as an epee fencer. I still have a lot to learn before I am any good. But I am sure I'll get there. But that means loads of practice. Also there is Hapkido. I took Sibs (I should really call her Miss Duffey now) class and it was a lot of fun even if I do blue belt flops instead of proper rolling falls. She is planning on starting a club, so I'll do that too. Loads of exercise. Which is good for me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Coffee is done and I should get back to coloring the comic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8149355161299923004?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8149355161299923004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8149355161299923004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8149355161299923004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8149355161299923004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2801543063258409978</id><published>2008-01-08T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:04:57.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all. On yesterdays post. I am pissed and dissapointed with myself. And I feel that other people are too they just aren't telling me. I am very very ashamed by myself.&lt;br /&gt; So to clear my mind I been sewing and finished the chainmaile juggling balls. At I have that. I am good at that. I am raised by a perfectionist and have become one myself.&lt;br /&gt; When I am done with this post I am going to go and pack. I am looking forward to getting back to Smith. But it will be a long travel, especially with my foot. I went to the doctor yesterday to get a problem sorted and his solution was to put on this stuff that gives me blisters. And then I can scrape the blisters off in a week. Which means I am in pain. Walking will not be fun. Ah well. Don't have much of a choice. But it is warm and feels like I am getting an infection. Which means it is working, right?&lt;br /&gt; I leave here at 5.30 AM (local time) tomorrow and hopefully arrive at Smith before 11PM, that should give me less than 24 hours of traveling. I just hope everything will go smooth. I am not in a shape for hickups. And I am looking forward to seeing Claire again. Will be so nice to be cuddled and held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might do another post before I leave, I might not. My mom and brother and I are planning to go see the Golden Compass tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2801543063258409978?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2801543063258409978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2801543063258409978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2801543063258409978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2801543063258409978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4129931327718870929</id><published>2008-01-07T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:27:13.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fuck</title><content type='html'>oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck. I HATE myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I brought this down on myself&lt;br /&gt;Faen&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. I don't know what will happen now, and it scared the living daylights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I need Bunny and Claire here now, to drag me out of this and hold me and tell me it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Because it won't. I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;And it is my own damned fault.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4129931327718870929?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4129931327718870929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4129931327718870929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4129931327718870929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4129931327718870929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-fuck.html' title='Oh fuck'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1049563733650255115</id><published>2008-01-05T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:35:13.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 feet of snow</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article2175879.ece"&gt;we are covered in snow&lt;/a&gt;. In the last 24 hours we have gotten two feet or so. It is rather amazing. When I went to feed the horses, now 12 hours ago it went up to just below my knees. And it has been snowing steadily since. What I like is that people are calm about it. Of course they are taking extra measures but there is no state of panic. We had a power outage for two hours. Pretty cool. So today have been an inside day. And I am very very happy I didn't go Larping. But yeah, sewing, making coffee and tea, making dinner (oh amazing chicken), knitting, writing (yes), arting, playing computer games and sleeping. All in all a very nice day. I wrote almost 600 words. Which if I can manage the same tomorrow is a good start. What I am missing is reading. I can't find the book I want to read. But I guess I can start with something else. During todays nap I dreamt that I was part of a D&amp;amp;D crew, that consisted partly of real and fictional characters. One of them was Claire. Another was Adrian. There was this snowstorm and we had to build a snow shelter and hide in it, and then we all just cuddled up inside and it was rather nice. I want to try to make a real snow shelter sometime. Maybe now is a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1049563733650255115?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1049563733650255115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1049563733650255115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1049563733650255115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1049563733650255115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-feet-of-snow.html' title='2 feet of snow'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4781121277537534501</id><published>2008-01-02T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:55:29.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arn, and something else</title><content type='html'>So, today my brother and I went to see Arn with a bunch of the LARPers we hang out with. The movie was great, and I do recommend going to see it. It is based on the two first books of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Knight_Templar_%28Crusades_trilogy%29"&gt;the Crusaders trilogy&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I have to reread those too. The movie itself was beautiful. They had done some silly mistakes, but they were of the kind where you have to be a costume fanatic to see. They of course had cut some of my favorite scenes from the books. But they had merged the books well and managed to retell the story better than most novel to screen movies I have seen. The actors they had chose where for the most part amazing. The guy who played Arn after he just came out of the monestry had the proper innocent look. The older Arn looked torn between duty and love. The kid that was his squire were the best eyecandy I have seen in a while. Arn's father and brother looked amazing. Knut looked and acted exactly how I imagined him. The portrayal of the Norwegians were true to the book. They even mixed and matched some 4 or 5 different languages in Varnhem (latin, sweedish, french and english at least). The costumes were good and believeable, the types of animals and buildings the right kind. As was their weapons. Crude cross bows, flatbows and broad swords. Saladin's army had scimitars and lances. Heck even the lances where just sharpened pieces of wood. Which is accurate. The saddles looked amazing. I truly recomend this movie.&lt;br /&gt; Now if you watch the&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6-skCJD9MUg"&gt; trailer &lt;/a&gt;it might make you think fantasy. It is not. It is about the young folkunga boy Arn, who gets sent to become a monk. After many years in the monestry, he gets sent home and innocent as he is commits several crimes. One of which condems him to half a live time (2o years) in a monestry. And after some consideration the bishop decides that he is to go and become a Knight Templar. And that is about everything I am going to tell you. The story is great. And I am really looking forward to the next movie which is based on my favorite of the three books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto something less nice. Had my first fight with my parents this vacation. And it was with my mom. It was in the car on the way home. She had been pushing some jokes that I don't like. Like about my reading/spelling problems(which she treatened to keep joking about), and the one that made me snap was one on how I used to have crushes on everyone. Which is not true. I am allowed to have male friends, and talk about them with out her automatically jumping to that I have/had a crush on them. And I told her it has gone to far and that it hurt me. And I don't think she understood. But she understood that I was pissed and then got pissed back. So yeah.. Not nice.. I guess I am going to have to talk to her about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4781121277537534501?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4781121277537534501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4781121277537534501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4781121277537534501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4781121277537534501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/arn-and-something-else.html' title='Arn, and something else'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-9079879098748694954</id><published>2008-01-02T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T04:36:56.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for the next year</title><content type='html'>aka. new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally make these and break them within a week. But here are some I think I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. write 2000 words of fiction a week, this is for me being bad about NaNoWriMo. And this is something I think I could do easily. It doesn't have to be all one piece. It can even be fanfiction. The important thing is that it is 2000 words of fiction each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn at least one song on guitar. And if I cheat and do something like &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/r/rammstein/los_ver6_tab.htm"&gt;Los by Rammstein&lt;/a&gt;, I have to learn both the main part and the solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be more honest with my friends. Apperently my friends find me hard to read and that it is hard to know when I need them the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speak a little bit of German every day. Even if it is just to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take care of myself a little every week. Take an hour or two to take a long shower, shave, do my eyebrows. Give myself a foot massage. Dress up and wear make up and feel pretty. You know, some thing along those lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go out for coffee at least once every week. IE. Woodstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Payday Sushi. You up for it Madison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have at least one submission to dA every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do at least one drawing every week. Doesn't have to be overly fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to at least 2 fencing practises a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch 2 seasons of Sopranos, 4 seasons of 'Allo 'Allo, 4 seasons of Blackadder and the half season of Firfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Read the books on my books of 2008 list. This was inspired by a post by Ashlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else people thinks I should do or other books you think I should read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 book list:&lt;br /&gt;book 2,3,4, of the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling&lt;br /&gt;Speaker for the Dead by Orbison Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (a reread)&lt;br /&gt;Windup Bird Chronicle or Norwegian Woods by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;Jazz by Toni Morrison (maybe this book is better in English, I hope so, it sucks in Norwegian)&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi (reread)&lt;br /&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milean Kundera (another reread)&lt;br /&gt;Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut (another reread, in my opnion one of the best books out there)&lt;br /&gt;Catch 22 by Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's World or the Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Garder (both rereads)&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien(reread)&lt;br /&gt;Silmarilion by JRR Tolkien (reread)&lt;br /&gt;All of Wheel of Time Series by Robert Jordan (reread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I plan to get through. If you are wondering that is 30 books. Any other that you would recommend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-9079879098748694954?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9079879098748694954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=9079879098748694954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9079879098748694954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9079879098748694954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/plans-for-next-year.html' title='Plans for the next year'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6955031824652594742</id><published>2007-12-31T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:43:51.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snob</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah I am a snob. Right now life is at it's best. There is actually one one thing that can make this better. And I think we all know what that is. I woke up early. 4.30AM. No kidding. I actually woke up before my alarm clock rang. I sleep about 4/5 hours a night and then another hour and a half sometime during the day. I know it is too little, but hey. I like it. Then after talking to Claire for a few hours I read a few rather good fan fictions. Then I got up took a shower, made coffee and tea, cleaned the kitchen a bit. After playing with the dog. She jumped into my lap. The way only young dogs can when they jump with their legs straight. A happy dog is a great way to start the day. Then I made breakfast, and this was when I realized again that I am a food snob. This was my breakfast; toast with a few drops of extra virgin olive oil (of a good brand), a whole clove of garlic, salty meat and Brie de Paris. de Paris is a rather good type of brie, I have tasted better but for an everyday brie it is very very good. If you want better you have to go up quite a lot in price, and you are not guarenteed a better one. Yes it is very understandable why I look the way I do. I love good food. It is actually my motivation for getting a well paid job. That and traveling. I want to be able to have long mornings with coffee, I want to have a fridge stocked with good cheese, good salty meat and spanish and italian susages, fresh fruit, as well as Norwegian food even if I don't live in Norway. Which by the way is damned expensive. And good wines. There are a couple of other reasons as well but these are the main ones. Some people want expensive jewlery and clothing, or a big house with a pool and you name it. Not me. What I want is a nice big kitchen where I can entertain and make good food. The kitchen is the room I use the most anyway. I don't care much for anything else. I mean I won't say no if you were to give it to me, but if I were to choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for the day is to chill a bit more, maybe start working on the Shadowrun LJ community. Then have a cup of coffee with my mom. Walk with her when she goes for her daily walk. I am proud of her for that by the way, she hates walking, because of her leg, but she does it. Not that she really has a choice. But she manages to make something nice out of it. Then drop by my sisters for a chat and coffee. Then do some sewing. I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.burdastyle.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; great place. Loads of free nice patterns. Maybe something for those of you that sew. I like the look of Hikaru, Shari, Celestina, Emily and Laura. So I have projects for a long time forward now. But first my current project. Which is why I can't stay at my sister's forever today. Which might be just as well. I love her and she is my sister and I do enjoy spending time with her, but she is a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realized that out of the 4 serious crushes I have had this year (I do not count fangirly crushes serious, mainly because they are on a fictional character more than a person.), 3 of them are girls. Which I find amusing, because there was a period where I questioned my sexuality. That maybe I was actually straight. This was a few years back where I generally had male crushes. Before Smith I had had one female crush and one other female fuck buddy(I love the old expression pillowfriend for female fuck buddies by the way). So I wasn't sure. Now I am. In a way it is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6955031824652594742?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6955031824652594742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6955031824652594742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6955031824652594742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6955031824652594742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/snob.html' title='Snob'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6909209226208553187</id><published>2007-12-30T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:11:59.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it is not over yet, but hey&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 I have&lt;br /&gt;-taken far too many exams&lt;br /&gt;-started learning to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;-learn 3 programming languages&lt;br /&gt;-LARPed&lt;br /&gt;-Dislocated my elbow&lt;br /&gt;-had 4 crushes(not counting fangirly ones)&lt;br /&gt;-gotten into American football&lt;br /&gt;-listened to 9 + podiobooks&lt;br /&gt;-Worked 6 weeks straight (every single day)&lt;br /&gt;-Gone to my first- con (Vericon)&lt;br /&gt;-worked my first con&lt;br /&gt;-Been in Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;-Learned to do chainmaille&lt;br /&gt;- Gotten into Shadowrun&lt;br /&gt;-Written my first fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;-Gotten a new camera&lt;br /&gt;-Taken well over 1000 pictures&lt;br /&gt;-Done my first modeling job&lt;br /&gt;-cut my hair short&lt;br /&gt;-changed hair color at least 5 times&lt;br /&gt;-gone blond for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;-had green hair for the first time ever&lt;br /&gt;-Had the strangest sleeping patterens&lt;br /&gt;-probably written enough to fill several novels&lt;br /&gt;-Been to a ren faire&lt;br /&gt;-Broken up&lt;br /&gt;-Gotten together&lt;br /&gt;-Gotten a niece&lt;br /&gt;-Gotten a new horse&lt;br /&gt;-Become best friends with the new dog&lt;br /&gt;-Been a Norwegian teacher&lt;br /&gt;-Managed not to fail Chinese&lt;br /&gt;-Made a lot of food&lt;br /&gt;-Had a lot of good wine&lt;br /&gt;-Written 152 blog posts&lt;br /&gt;And lot of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am now watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viking:_The_Ultimate_Obstacle_Course"&gt;Viking challege&lt;/a&gt;. The comments are hillarious. I think it is first season. Family edition. There is two people in it and they are tied together, and the course is really hard. Looks like so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished what I had decided to sew today. The shirt took 3 hours and the pants one and a half. Pants are fun to make, the basic pattern is 8 seams and that is it. And than you can add on stuff. The shirt was a modfied version of my basic shirt. I can see things I need to do differently. All is in quite cute shades of blue. Tomorrow I'll either do a test coat or I'll start straight on the over coat. But this actually needs planning. It is a chinese style, knee long sleeveless coat. So I made really big sleeves on the shirt. I am also knitting socks it. I am a third of the way on the second sock.Yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6909209226208553187?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6909209226208553187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6909209226208553187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6909209226208553187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6909209226208553187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5948951260295969406</id><published>2007-12-29T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:39:56.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Notes</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. Aperently something has been going around here and me being used to a totally different life I have gotten it, of course. It is just a cold. But I hate it. I feel warm and sluggish. Not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my bother, mother and I was in the city. I got some new clothes. Long sleeved t-shirts to go underneath my  thread-less shirts. And a couple of nice button downs. And knee long socks. I go shopping for clothes maybe 3 times a year so this was fun. I also got a couple of D&amp;amp;D books as a gift from my grandparents. They look fun. And sexy underwear. I like sexy underwear. I can wear really shabby clothes but if I am wearing nice underwear I just feel good. And I got some stuff from body shop. Yeah, all in all a nice trip. Food shopping in  a proper grocery store was great. I was fussing over the fruit and the cheese and the meat and... Yeah I am a proper food snob. On that note. My favorite food place. It is gone. It was an Italian place a lot like Fresh Pasta for those of you know NoHo. And it had been my regular food place for the last 8 years. And now it is gone. It is replaced by another Italian place. They changed the look of it. It looked more 'shabby chick' as opposed to shabby. And they had played up the mafia theme. A giant Godfather poster was what greeted you when you came up the stairs. I have to say the place looked better. And that was the only good thing they had done. The food was crap. Tasted like something from the dining hall. Too expensive for what you got (even by Norwegian standards) and the service was crap. I have to find a new place. Damn. I liked that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I hope to get some sewing done. Finish the shirt and the pants for the D&amp;amp;D Oriental costume I got planned. I want to get this done. Hopefully I'll feel better. Speaking of gaming. &lt;a href="http://aegisdeadlands.deviantart.com/"&gt;This guy &lt;/a&gt;said he wanted to some character portraits for me. I am really exited. I am starting work on the shadow run campaign I'll be running. There will be a LJ community up and running for it pretty soon I think. It is &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/worngside/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are curious/planning on playing. Yes. I know there is absolutely nothing there. I'll fix that within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working on my LARP character. I think she might be the cooks apprentice or maybe a tailor. Both of those should give me fun stuff to work with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5948951260295969406?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5948951260295969406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5948951260295969406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5948951260295969406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5948951260295969406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-notes.html' title='Little Notes'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2086328575156262037</id><published>2007-12-24T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:03:34.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Looting</title><content type='html'>Hehe, this was a good looting.. Now I am not a person for whom christmas is all about the presents. It's about family and those you love. And we show our love through things. But this was an evening of getting things I really wanted, really awesome things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopranos seasons 1 and 2 (I might bring these to Smith, if people want to watch mafia drama)&lt;br /&gt;A nice big red scarf&lt;br /&gt;A really cool celtic/viking looking bracelet&lt;br /&gt;A giant weird looking necklace&lt;br /&gt;A stylish designer necklace&lt;br /&gt;Munskin&lt;br /&gt;A random book&lt;br /&gt;Doc Martens&lt;br /&gt;And a really really good lens. For you photographers, Thomas and Aprille, I'll tell you which one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Also, though I haven't gotten it yet, my sister have a cool hat for me and of all weird things is adopting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_cow"&gt;a manatee&lt;/a&gt; for me. They are like one of the coolest things out there, after a llama. Another proof that if there is a god, he has some pretty weird humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy responses to my gifts. My grandma fell in love with the scarf. My brother want to start working on the chainmaile coif straight away. My mom is now reading Devil's Panties. And apperently my gift to the GiT was apprichiated. I love giving gifts. And I'll work on Talia and Sibs's gifts tomorrow. And maybe I should go looking for that gift to Claire now. We were talking about getting something together.&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of Claire. I think I managed not to let my grandma know. Not that I am ashamed of it, I just don't think she would handle the shock very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2086328575156262037?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2086328575156262037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2086328575156262037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2086328575156262037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2086328575156262037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-looting.html' title='Good Looting'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8145309588744861711</id><published>2007-12-23T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:00:02.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Chirstmas Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was Bunny's chritmas gift this year. Posted here because some other people wanted to see it. Fan and original fiction. Mostly un-beta'd. Read and enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now We Are Free -Lisa Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aragorn walked up to Eowyn after Théodred’s funeral. “I am so sorry for your loss, my lady.” She didn’t turn to look at him, just continued to stare at the scenery, but her eyes were glazed over she wasn’t really looking at it. What she saw was some distant memory of three children playing together on the fields. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“He was like a brother to me.” She finally turned back to Aragorn. “Now I have lost both my brothers.” There were tears in her eyes and red streaks down her cheeks. Aragorn couldn’t help but reach out and pull her close, give her a shoulder to cry on, trying for all his might to be the rock in a stormy sea that she needed right now. He had nothing but respect for this strong woman who were now mourning the loss of her family and at the same time he felt honored that she had let down her guard enough to let him see this side of her. After a long while her sobbing stopped and she whispered a quiet thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No worries my Lady. Is there anything else I can do to help?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“…Please stay with me?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eowyn’s room was decent sized for the Golden Hall. But it lacked the elegance and stylishness of the elven rooms in Rivendell. It was functional though and that mattered more. She quickly changed into a night gown while Aragorn stripped down to shirt and leggings. Then they curled up on the bed, Aragorn wrapping his arms around her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moondance - Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A rather short female elf weaved her way through the busy streets. It was snowing hard and people were trying to home in time for dinner. Some kid ran around in an alley, throwing snowballs. One of the snowballs came hurling towards the elf and she ducked gracefully out of the way. The way she moved was elegant and calculated. Someone who knew the extent of her capabilities and made you aware that she did. Some people said she reminded them of a cat, the people who knew her, or was just trying to suck up to her, said the cat was trying to imitate her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She found the inn she was looking for and stepped inside. It was a rather large in and it was close to packed but not too bad yet, it would get worse. The half ork bouncer nodded to her as she shook the snow of her hood. She smiled back. Etzel was a good guy, he played dumber than he was and his intimidating manner had scared potential treats, especially the drunken kind away more than once. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Val! You are late!” An accusing voice form around her waist height said. She smiled and looked down at the gnome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I am sorry, Fnipp. Have you seen the amount of snow outside?” She followed him to the table he had gotten for them and ordered warm spicy wine, while Fnipp kept to a hot soup and a beer. “So they are performing soon?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, in about ten minutes. They were sort of distressed that you hadn’t shown up yet. They were afraid you might miss it. Apparently it really matters to them to have us here.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Well, I guess, we have known them for a few years yes.” Val smiled and tipped the maid generously. She had had some good nights working lately and the Guild was about to promote her. She had proven her worth by training a few very promising new members, the best of them the little gnome on the other side of the table. Slowly the attention in the room shifted to the stage as the regular inn musicians began packing up their instruments and leaving the stage. Lastly the main lead musician stepped onto the stage and spoke in a loud, clear, boy like voice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Tonight, dear patrons, we have a first ever for you. Fresh from the juggling guild, we have the newest attraction in town. You won’t see this anywhere else. It is an honor to present to you, Bunny and Tiger and their fire show!” The room exploded as the two women took the stage and Val glanced at Fnipp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Are they crazy?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Seems like it...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent Night - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Abney&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I lay on my bed, reading a book. The others decided to walk to Hogsmeade, but I wasn’t in the mood, so they went with out me. I look at his bed, all made and nice. The only reason for it being made is that he hasn’t been sleeping in his own bed since break started. I can’t help but smile to myself remembering his arms around me, the warmth of his skin when he holds me at night. And my smile turn into a grin when I remember that he’ll be there tonight too, and tomorrow, and every single night until everyone comes back and school starts. Now it is only us and James here. Peter is home with his family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;James knows, but after the first shock he was more or less ok about it. Over break he is more or less staying in Lilly’s room anyway. Or is it the common room? I don’t know. He comes in late at night when we are asleep or very close anyway. Sirius said he didn’t have to feel like we were kicking him out, but James just shrugged and said he didn’t mind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had just returned to reading when he came back inside. He was covered in snow and he tossed the big bag of candy next to me before he proceeds to removing all the layers of heavy winter clothing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“James and Lilly still in Hogmeade?” I ask as I admire the body emerging from underneath the wool. All that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;qudditch practice does make for one nice sight. And he knows how to dress to make it even more obvious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nah, they just wanted to go for a walk or something like that.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He grins as he turns and notices that I am looking at him. “Like what you see?” I just smile in answer to that, he knows I do, and if I say it. Well his ego doesn’t need more boosting. He comes over and sits down on the bed and kisses my shoulder as he leans over to look at what I am reading. “Why are you studying? It is Christmas.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Why not? You have any other ideas of better things to do?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Actually...” He laughs and I can’t help but join. His laughter does that to people. That is one of the thing I like about him. He curls on the bed next to me, kissing my neck now. I half purr push the book of the bed and stretch my neck. I can hear him chuckle as he flips me over so I am on my back, him leaning over me. “I love it when you purr.” He grins at me. I shut him up by kissing his jaw, making sure to leave a little mark. It’ll be gone by the time every one comes back. At least I hope so. He chuckles again as he reaches for the hem of my t-shirt, wanting to pull it off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Later when we curl up to go to sleep, I kiss him and nuzzle his neck. “Merry Christmas Sirius.” In response I get a kiss on my forehead and those nice string arms around me once more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Merry Christmas Rem.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuolema Tekee Taiteilijain - Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He comes over and sits down next to me and smiles. I can feel my heart skipping a beat or two. I brush the hair out of my face and hand him the half empty wine bottle. “Legolas, what are you doing out here? Everyone’s inside.” His voice carries a bit of worry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Watching the stars. You don’t have to worry about me, go back inside to them.” I answer, hoping he will stay but afraid that he might. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The stars? Why? We see them everyday.” He takes the bottle from my hand and takes a long sip. And I notice how his face looks so very different in this light. I don’t think he knows I can see this well. After all, all he knows is that I am a friend of Inara’s, a male companion. They let me in, even if I was too old. I had many of the skills already, being a prince and all. I did not tell them that, though. I said I was of noble birth, which is not a lie. Inara and I hit it off when I ended up in her class. And then we stayed friends. Then a few weeks ago she called me up and said we hadn’t talked in a long while. I came, I had only intended to stay a few days, but there is something about this crew. They interact with each other in a way I have not seen since the fellowship. But I am rambling. The light on his face, yes. Earlier today we had a run in with some bandits - that seems to happen to this crew often - and I saw the warrior side of him. Not that I hadn’t noticed it before. It is hard not to notice it the way he sports his guns and the way he talks about them like they were lovers. How I wish… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, but how often do you really watch them? Look at them Jayne, lean back and watch the beauty.” I smile and return to gazing at the sky. “They were the first thing I remember seeing, back home. Looking up between the branches of the giant trees of Eryn Lasgalen.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Trees? You’re from the rutting’ Core or something’?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah” I lied; I had figured a long time ago that humans don’t really want to know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh, I guess I should have guessed the fancy accent and all...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh that is the training.” I can tell he is drunk; he doesn’t normally talk like this. Also I can smell it on him. I take the forgotten bottle back and drink a bit, keeping my eyes on the sky. After a while I look back at him and notice he is looking at me, half-reaching for me. We both freeze and just stare at each other for a long moment, before he grabs my hair and pulls me close. His breath is warm on my face and a moment later he is kissing me. The moment feels like it lasts for ever and at the same time it is over far too soon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Whatcha got funny lookin’ ears for?” He wishers into my ear and I can hear the grin on his face as I shudder slightly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inside the cockpit of Serenity, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wash&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; looks out the window and freezes, a horrified look on his face. “….’sure can use some grenades right now’...” Then he doubled over, laughing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiel Mit Mir - Rammstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The heavy sleet was making little pools on the cave floor. Or rather it was an overhang, but the Dunadain had known about it for centuries and had made it into more of a cave. The innermost part was outfitted with wool blankets, some food in a few, well hidden chests. Elladan glanced up at his brother. They had been helping out the northern rangers and were now returning to Imladris for the holidays. Elrohir smiled down at him. “The horses are rubbed down and fed.” Elrohir was the horseman of the two. They both knew horses well, but Elrohir connected with them in a way Elladan could only gape at and be jealous of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Good, now get into some dry clothes, you are soaked.” Elladan returned to the small fire he had made as Elrohir grabbed his bag and went to the back. A few minutes later he was back, wearing leggings and a loose shirt. He was running his hands through his still wet hair getting some of the knots out. Elladan handed him a cup of the hot stew he had been making, it wasn’t much but it was warm. For a while they just ate in silence. They didn’t need to talk; they knew each other well enough not to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I think I am headed to bed, I am exhausted.” Elrohir announced when the meal was over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Really?” Elladan glanced up at him with a slight smile on his face as he put dirt over the fire to put it out and cleaned their cups. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No, but you know…” They both chuckled at that. This was their first night alone in a long while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;”I guess I should join you then.” Elladan stood and followed his brother to the back of the cave, where he flumped down on the straw and pulled his brother down on top of him. “Play with me, brother dear.” Elrohir just laughed and proceeded to undo the laces on Elladan’s clothing, sitting up to do so and pinning his brother down. Elladan didn’t fight; he had long ago discovered that Elrohir preferred being the one in charge. He just laid back and enjoyed the attention. Elrohir grinned down at him and pulled the shirt off, but managed to do it in such a way that Elladan’s hands were tied above his head. He pulled on it a bit. “Elrohir, I am stuck.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That is the idea...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But…” Elrohir shut him up with a long kiss, fingers trailing circles down Elladan’s sides. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shh, trust me, brother dear.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way Of The Warrior - Jeff Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Val walked into the big room towards the lord who had said to be the only one with the cure. Fnipp followed her, glancing around, obviously unnerved by the presence of the potential foes behind the curtains. Music softly played in the background. Val almost looked like she was dancing when she walked forward. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My Lord?” The man at the other side of the room turned and smiled at them. He was tall and handsome. Everything from the way his hair was groom to this posture to his shoes indicated his lordship. “I am Lady Valanthe Asarina Galanodel. I have been told you can help my companion and me with a problem we are facing.” Fnipp gaped; he had never heard Val use her entire title before. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew she was a lady of some remote elven kingdom. But it was still odd to hear her say it. Val quickly outlined the problem they had been facing. Eztel had been bitten a few days back and soon it was full moon. “If you can help us my lord, you’ll have mine and my family’s gratitude.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hm... I can help, but it is going to take a bit more than some fake promises, my Lady.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Name your price, my Lord.” He gave them a long story about some battle and something about the cellar of the castle. Fnipp didn’t listen. Val could tell him later. He was more worried about the fact that the whispering and giggling behind the screens had stopped the moment Val said her name. That was never a good sign. If she had been important enough to inspire that kind of silence, he would have heard of her before. This was very disturbing. He listened back to the conversation just in time to hear Val agree to undertake the mission. The lord nodded and offered them rooms for the night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Val, I don’t like this.” Fnipp voiced his opinion as soon as they were alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Neither do I, but we don’t have any choice. The ‘healers’ in town are not going to cure Ez, you know that. This is a risk we have to take. We owe it to him.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Val…You are mixing business and pleasure again…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What? No! I would have done the same for you, you know that.” Val looked stressed though, and worried to bits. She had gotten worse and worse ever since Ez’s bite. It was clear that she cared about the guy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“..Ok, ok. Let get some sleep and do this in the morning.” Fnipp hoped Val would sleep; she did not look in shape to go on a job. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning Val looked a little bit better, and determined as hell as they stood before the cellar door. “For Eztel.” She smiled to Fnipp who nodded and they opened the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8145309588744861711?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8145309588744861711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8145309588744861711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8145309588744861711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8145309588744861711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/bunny-chirstmas-gift.html' title='Bunny Chirstmas Gift'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7769008082748090688</id><published>2007-12-23T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:22:15.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>So I am home, and have been for about 24 hours. The trip was easy enough though not uneventful. It started with waking up next to Claire. Which is now my favorite way of starting break. Then after breakfast she walked back to her house to finish her packing and I went to take a shower and finish mine. Then I jumped in Sibs bed, and I mean actual jumping you dirty minds.. And gave her a hug and said bye before trecking down to the bus. The bus was twenty minutes or so late and we almost didn't make my connecting bus in Springfield. But we did, and we came to Boston 45 minutes early... So I jumped on the Silver Line and got out to Logan. And My was Logan a mess. I ended up in line with a bunch of people whose plane the day before got delayed..In short my plane was 2 hours delayed. But I had 3,5 hours in Amsterdam so that was fine, I thought... But no, because &lt;a href="http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-klm.html"&gt;KLM and I have some issues&lt;/a&gt;. So I had another hour. Which was fine. Then I made it back to Norway, jumped on the airport bus and got to the train station. My train was delayed, not a lote but it feels like everything had been delayed. At this point I had been traveling for 24 hours. But I got on the train found my seat and found myself sitting next to two newly (read a few hours ago) discharged (for a few days) army guys. Kinda cute in identical uniforms. Privates both of them. They had just taken their drivers test for buses. One of them had failed, he was going to try again. They were both in the transport part of the army. The one I talked the most to wanted to become a professional solider when he was done with the obligatory part. We talked about my city, studying in the US, the army. Stuff like that. Then I got home, got hugs, met the new dog, had a shower, ate dinner and then some soup my brother made. My aunt popped by and said hi. And then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today have been lazy but with preparations. I went for a walk with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Talia asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R26YtfR6dOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wAz6j6J4hiw/s1600-h/231207+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R26YtfR6dOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wAz6j6J4hiw/s320/231207+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147219331389224162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7769008082748090688?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7769008082748090688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7769008082748090688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7769008082748090688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7769008082748090688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWuXQOvWf-E/R26YtfR6dOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wAz6j6J4hiw/s72-c/231207+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2087868943008257392</id><published>2007-12-20T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:02:29.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARG</title><content type='html'>So nwa messed up my name on my ticket and I just noticed. And now I am trying to fix it and their bloody reservations department is being unhelpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo:&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Lab report for chem&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Math problemset&lt;br /&gt;DONE Engieneering problem set&lt;br /&gt;DONE Engineering quiz&lt;br /&gt;DONE:Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem prelab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;DONE Engieneeing exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Physics exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;DONE Redo lab report because I suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;DONE Return keys&lt;br /&gt;DONE Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get I-20 signed&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get hair cut&lt;br /&gt;DONE Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Claire, Sibs, Miriam, Talia, Bunny&lt;br /&gt;DONE Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt; Make Christmas gifts&lt;br /&gt;DONE Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;DONE Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;DONE Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;DONE Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;DONE Go to work&lt;br /&gt;DONE Go to game&lt;br /&gt;DONE Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;DONE Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;DONE Write review&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN Write 500+ word story for an competation&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN Make jewlery request&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN Make my side of two (I think) art trades (sketches started for one of them)&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN Do my part of a Secret Santa thing&lt;br /&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN Do background on page 2 of the comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;VERY CLOSE TO DONE Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2087868943008257392?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2087868943008257392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2087868943008257392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2087868943008257392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2087868943008257392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/arg.html' title='ARG'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4834990814628899127</id><published>2007-12-18T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:15:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello Word"</title><content type='html'>So it feels like it is forever since I have posted. I guess that is because I haven't done the riddles.. I am sorry about that, but I lost the will to do it. I am just in a don't care mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a little bit on back ground on my &lt;a href="http://tigerlofu.livejournal.com/40610.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; because it is needed for what is going to follow. This semester have been real though. I mean not just academics but everything. My classes have been killing me and I have tried to work my ass of and failed. Then, as you know, when ever I have been talking about it I have gotten the "You don't count .." comment I was ranting about earlier. And while people might not mean it that way, or say they don't mean it that way, it feels like they are telling me that they don't care and that I should shut up. But as a friend of mine and I talked about yesterday some of it is most likely jealousy. And I can see why. I am going to have a good job after college, and I'll get a free ride or close to free ride through grad school. But at the same time I am going into a field where 95% (I think) of my coworkers will be male, only 7% of the management jobs will be held by women, and 95% of the women with a degree in my field are teaching. And the percentage of women are dropping like a rock. You know what that mean? For the rest of my life I'll to endure comments like "Oh, she only got the job/got into that grad school because she is a woman." I'll have my work degraded, stolen or simply over looked because I am a woman.&lt;br /&gt; As many of you know, I have issues with not feeling good enough for people. My family, my friends, and people I respect. My greatest fear in life is that everyone I love will see what a failure I feel I am sometimes and leave me. So when I feel that my friends don't think I am good enough for them, it hits me hard. I curl up in a corner and cry. Over the course of this semester, there are certain people I like to think of as friends who have clearly given me the vibe that I am not good enough for them. That they rather spend time with other 'cooler' people. And I don't blame them, but it makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt; Now, what sparked that last post. Lastly I have been considering changing my major, mainly because I seem to be failing my major classes every semester. Which I think is a bad sign. But I don't know what else to do. And I am not a quiter. And that started me on a trip of 'I am not good enough'. And then some of my friends made me feel that I definatly wasn't good enough to be around. (And I trust that you know who you are, and those who are not also know.) That just threw me into a pile of self doubt so thick I am still wading to get out. It's been years since I was that far down. So yeah that is more or less that background.&lt;br /&gt; But I have also been in contact with my teacher and my advisor about this changig major thing, as well as my Uncle and Hope and Claire. All people who's opinion and advise matter and that I'll take in to consideration when I make my final decision. It's not clear yet what I'll do. I'll give myself one more semester of really trying to make it work. Heck, after the talk with my teacher today, I swore that I'll try a new and better me. Maybe that will work, I hope it will, I don't want to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4834990814628899127?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4834990814628899127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4834990814628899127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4834990814628899127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4834990814628899127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-word.html' title='&quot;Hello Word&quot;'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7026857647275051006</id><published>2007-12-15T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:14:39.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirl Squee</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Riddle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What is it you have to answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But to answer you have to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And to ask you have to speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And to speak you have to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you were eight and you had bad dreams you go to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's the golden rule,So why are you acting like a bloody fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you get hot then you must get cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterdays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Riddle: one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Song: 21st Century by Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So why I am all fangirly. Mainly it was because iTunes decided to play Asche zu Asche which is just the awesomest thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I mean, flaming mics? Hells yes. It doesn't help that one of the sexiest thing on earth. Or you know, one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he makes me go squee.SQUEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7026857647275051006?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7026857647275051006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7026857647275051006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7026857647275051006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7026857647275051006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/fangirl-squee.html' title='Fangirl Squee'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8579324363924277389</id><published>2007-12-14T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:20:40.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As I was going to St. Ives,&lt;br /&gt;I met a man who had seven wives.&lt;br /&gt;Each wife had seven sacks,&lt;br /&gt;Each sack had seven cats,&lt;br /&gt;Each cat had seven kits.&lt;br /&gt;Kits, cats, sacks and wives,&lt;br /&gt;How many were going to St. Ives?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;Read me your scripture and&lt;br /&gt;Read me your scripture&lt;br /&gt;Read me your scripture and&lt;br /&gt;I will twist it&lt;br /&gt;Show me your wrist and I&lt;br /&gt;Show me your wrist and&lt;br /&gt;Show me your wrist and I'll&lt;br /&gt;Kiss it kiss it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Like the Cain and Able&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;It's time to run this table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: A well&lt;br /&gt;Song: Sleeping Sun by Nightwish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8579324363924277389?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8579324363924277389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8579324363924277389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8579324363924277389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8579324363924277389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddle-as-i-was-going-to-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-9035587914260647802</id><published>2007-12-13T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:34:27.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Mother of God</title><content type='html'>I have rescheduled my summer plans.. &lt;a href="http://www.wacken.com/en/woa2008/main-bands/billing-2008/"&gt;This is where&lt;/a&gt; I am going to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Riddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tall she is, and round as a cup,&lt;br /&gt;Yet all the king's horses&lt;br /&gt;Can't draw her up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;For my dreams I hold my life&lt;br /&gt;For wishes I behold my nights&lt;br /&gt;A truth at the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Losing faith makes a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Over the Hills and Far Away - Nightwish (originally Led Zepplin I think)&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: What a goose I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-9035587914260647802?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9035587914260647802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=9035587914260647802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9035587914260647802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9035587914260647802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/holy-mother-of-god.html' title='Holy Mother of God'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1683169361874307764</id><published>2007-12-12T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:08:27.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am DONE</title><content type='html'>I am so happy about being done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maven.smith.edu/%7E112a-ae/Project/v2/v2.swf"&gt;Tolkien 20 Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.. There are still a bug, but with a teacher approved hack we got past that.&lt;br /&gt;And some typoes.... I should do the XML part and figure out the real solution to the hack but that us all for break, not now. Now I am so tired of this program and want to focus on my other classes. But Audery said that she was impressed and proud of me for having learned Flash by myself in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt; My presentation yesterday was fantastic. It was 40 minutes. And I was well prepared, I looked good and my slides really worked. I feel sorry for Tony though. He seemed unprepared and thing just went bad for him. This was another reason I rocked. He went before me and Audery had to do half of his presentation which is bad for him and his grade, but made me look so good.&lt;br /&gt; Now I am gonna have a break until Friday, no more homeworks or studying until reading period starts. I think I deserve it. I have been stressing myself out. This way I can put my shoulders down, relax and make sure I am not sick for finals. Lack of sleep is giving me a headache. But hey that is going to be fixed sooner or later..&lt;br /&gt; I have figured that all my friends are getting homemade presents, which means they might be a bit late this christmas, except for Miriam, because she has given me a wishlist already. Bunny's is going to be fun. I asked her to give me 5 fandoms and some bands she like and basically I am doing a version of a writing thing Jax posted this summer where you set your music player to random and teh 25 first are themes of 25 ficlets. I am doing sort of the same for her. The fandoms she gave me were, Tolkien's world, Discworld, Firefly, Harry Potter and any D&amp;amp;D game we have both played in. That is pretty broad and I am allowed to do anything. And she knows these will be tired crackfics. So if anyone else want a gift like that, feel free to talk to me. I also have ideas for Talia and Sibs as well and they will take some time to make but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo:&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Lab report for chem&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Math problemset&lt;br /&gt;DONE Engieneering problem set&lt;br /&gt;DONE Engineering quiz&lt;br /&gt;DONE:Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem prelab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;DONE Return keys&lt;br /&gt;DONE Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get I-20 signed&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get hair cut&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas,  Danna, Claire, DONE; Sibs, Miriam, Talia, Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Make Christmas gifts&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;DONE Go to game&lt;br /&gt;DONE Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;DONE Write review&lt;br /&gt;Write 500+ word story for an competation&lt;br /&gt;Make jewlery request&lt;br /&gt;Make my side of two (I think) art trades (sketches started for one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Do my part of a Secret Santa thing&lt;br /&gt;Do background on page 2 of the comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1683169361874307764?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1683169361874307764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1683169361874307764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1683169361874307764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1683169361874307764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-done.html' title='I am DONE'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3074213623614143705</id><published>2007-12-12T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:50:00.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lyrics (I made it easy, I know a ton of you know this song as well as I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that it would cost him dear,&lt;br /&gt;but yet he dare not say.&lt;br /&gt;Where he had been that fateful night,&lt;br /&gt;a secret it must stay.&lt;br /&gt;He had to fight back tears of rage.&lt;br /&gt;His heart beat like a drum.&lt;br /&gt;For with the wife of his best friend,&lt;br /&gt;he spent his final night of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;To exit from this awful place,&lt;br /&gt;The eastern corridor you must pace&lt;br /&gt;And chant the magic words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWAH&lt;br /&gt;TAGOO&lt;br /&gt;SIAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tell me what phrase it makes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Wanted dead or alive by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3074213623614143705?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-9199559910377224137</id><published>2007-12-11T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:02:26.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I rock</title><content type='html'>ALMOST DONE Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above)&lt;br /&gt;DONE Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Lab report for chem&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;STARTED Math problemset&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Engieneering problem set&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz&lt;br /&gt;DONE:Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem prelab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;DONE Return keys&lt;br /&gt;DONE Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get I-20 signed&lt;br /&gt;DONE Get hair cut&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;DONE Go to game&lt;br /&gt;DONE Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;DONE Write review&lt;br /&gt;Write 500+ word story for an competation&lt;br /&gt;Make jewlery request&lt;br /&gt;Make my side of two (I think) art trades (sketches started for one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Do my part of a Secret Santa thing&lt;br /&gt;Do background on page 2 of the comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-9199559910377224137?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9199559910377224137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=9199559910377224137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9199559910377224137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9199559910377224137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-rock.html' title='I rock'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-8387327170335430459</id><published>2007-12-11T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:20:49.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,&lt;br /&gt;On the King's kitchen door.&lt;br /&gt;All the King's horses,&lt;br /&gt;And all the King's men,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,&lt;br /&gt;Off the King's kitchen door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back&lt;br /&gt;I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back&lt;br /&gt;I been everywhere, still Im standing tall&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen a million faces an Ive rocked them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: In the Ghetto by Elvis&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8387327170335430459?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8387327170335430459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8387327170335430459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8387327170335430459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8387327170335430459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddle-hick-more-hack-more-on-kings.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1631142005936236468</id><published>2007-12-10T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:46:27.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, dont you understand&lt;br /&gt;The child needs a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Are we too blind to see,&lt;br /&gt;Do we simply turn our heads&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I do not stop working,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I may be snared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you lose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics Forgotten by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Riddle a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing will matter.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1631142005936236468?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1631142005936236468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1631142005936236468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1631142005936236468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1631142005936236468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/lyrics-people-dont-you-understand-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-3857827814166660342</id><published>2007-12-09T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:09:29.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Talia.</title><content type='html'>1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, your favorite kind of sandwich, or maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What's your favorite form of art/crafting (e.g. chainmail, photography, knitting)?&lt;br /&gt;Photography, because I feel that that is the art I have mastered the most and I really do love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you were an animal, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Tiger... or maybe a Llama... Or maybe a cat laying in a sunny spot on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  What would you do if zombies attacked Smith?&lt;br /&gt;Run away? Or maybe grab something big and heavy and start bashing zombie heads in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What's the awesomest thing you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;my horse give birth.. Or maybe it is the veiw from Victoria Peak in Hong Kong....Or...I am not sure, I have been blessed with many awesome experiences and I am very happy about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Who's your favorite author?&lt;br /&gt;Tolkien, or Card, or Stephenson, or Vonnegut, or...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-3857827814166660342?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3857827814166660342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=3857827814166660342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3857827814166660342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/3857827814166660342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/stolen-from-talia.html' title='Stolen from Talia.'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4046444550574894885</id><published>2007-12-09T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:30:41.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was good yesterday</title><content type='html'>I really was, got out of bed in time for the trip to webs. Did a lot of homework over the course of the day and at midnight went to Lizz's party. That was after a short getting girlified session. And I felt awesome.. Today, not so good. I can't find the bug in my code, but I made it prettier. And I did some math. I will now do more math and then go to Em and get de-fluffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Wishlist( Part of what is on here is meant fro parents and family, other parts for my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Munskin game (Asked my sister for this)&lt;br /&gt;Bone comic (Asked my sister for this too)&lt;br /&gt;Another lens for the Baby (asked Parents for this)&lt;br /&gt;Doc Martens (Asked Grandma for this)&lt;br /&gt;Sopranos on DVD (Asked parents for this)&lt;br /&gt;Character art of any of my characters/fiction featuring them&lt;br /&gt;Fanart/fanfiction of any of the fandoms I am into (comment/email me for those)&lt;br /&gt;Any art featuring dragons&lt;br /&gt;Jewlery&lt;br /&gt;FFVII (it just dawned on me that I should play this game)&lt;br /&gt;A really good pampering, plucking eyebrows, fixing my nails, you name it...&lt;br /&gt;Buttons for my bag&lt;br /&gt;Speaker for the Dead by O.S. Card&lt;br /&gt;Longsleeved t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;Knee long socks&lt;br /&gt;Music (the new Nightwish cd)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Dice&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;Good tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, from my friends I rather have something you made than something bought. This is mainly because I have a room full of stuff anyway, and I rather have a nice piece of art to put on my wall than something else. Also it is that much more cooler if it was made for me.. Also, if you intend to give me a present and are not already on my list, please please comment or send me an email so I have a chance of making something back. I hate the lousy feeling when people give me presents and I don't have anything for them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the updated todo list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;DONE: Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above) Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;DONE Lab report for chem&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;STARTED Math problemset&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Engieneering problem set&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz&lt;br /&gt;DONE:Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;Chem prelab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;DONE Return keys&lt;br /&gt;Started: Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;DONE Go to game&lt;br /&gt;DONE Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST DONE Write review&lt;br /&gt;Write 500+ word story for an competation&lt;br /&gt;Make jewlery request&lt;br /&gt;Make my side of two (I think) art trades (sketches started for one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Do background on page 2 of the comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-6181041966306672095</id><published>2007-12-09T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:44:27.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There’s a place so dark you can’t see the end&lt;br /&gt;Skies cock back and shock that which can’t defend&lt;br /&gt;The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question&lt;br /&gt;Forcefully, the power of suggestion&lt;br /&gt;Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot&lt;br /&gt;And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor&lt;br /&gt;And pours over the rusted world of pretend&lt;br /&gt;The eyes ease open and its dark again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Though desert men once called me God,&lt;br /&gt;To-day men call me mad,&lt;br /&gt;For I wag my tail when I am angry,&lt;br /&gt;And growl when I am glad.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Song Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;Riddle A snail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-6181041966306672095?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6181041966306672095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=6181041966306672095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/6181041966306672095'/><link rel='self' 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times new roman;"&gt;Baptisms of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ive watched all your suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As the battles raged higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And though they did hurt me so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In the fear and alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You did not desert me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If a man carried my burden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;He would break his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am not rich,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But leave silver in my track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Song Englishman in New York by Sting&lt;br /&gt;Riddle A mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-8695478642241945259?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8695478642241945259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=8695478642241945259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8695478642241945259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/8695478642241945259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/lyrics-through-these-fields-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4641516584689880143</id><published>2007-12-07T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:12:18.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;What is deaf, dumb and blind&lt;br /&gt;and always tells the truth ?&lt;/pre&gt;Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear&lt;br /&gt;I like my toast done on one side&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear it in my accent when I talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: the wind&lt;br /&gt;Song: Stigmata Martyr by Abney Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4641516584689880143?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4641516584689880143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4641516584689880143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4641516584689880143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4641516584689880143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddle-what-is-deaf-dumb-and-blind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7709735787094457420</id><published>2007-12-06T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:31:15.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle time</title><content type='html'>Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;A heroine, A deity&lt;br /&gt;On Heroin, or vanity&lt;br /&gt;To jack their personality&lt;br /&gt;Beyond normal humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Voiceless it cries,&lt;br /&gt;Wingless it flutters,&lt;br /&gt;Toothless bites,&lt;br /&gt;Mouthless mutters.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Song: Where the wild Roses grow by Nick Cave&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: An egg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7709735787094457420?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7709735787094457420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7709735787094457420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7709735787094457420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7709735787094457420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddle-time.html' title='riddle time'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-5644744235656358331</id><published>2007-12-05T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:29:04.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100% reason to remember the name</title><content type='html'>"10% luck&lt;br /&gt;20% skill&lt;br /&gt;15% consentrated power of will&lt;br /&gt;5% pleasure&lt;br /&gt;50% pain"&lt;br /&gt;-remember the name by Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You don't count, you're an engineer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately when the table have begun the who has the most homework contest I have just been shutting up. Mainly because I am tired of hearing that my stress, my work, my  anxiety over not handing stuff in on time doesn't count as much as other peoples. Fine, so I have the hardest major on campus, and I do homework all the time anyway, but fuck it, I want to be able to complain to and not hear 'suck it up, you're an engineer'. I think that if I hear anything resembeling those words tonight I might flip out at someone. What the fuck do people have against engineers that makes them believe that I have no reason to whine a bit when every one else are doing it too? Is it because my list is twice the size of yours or is it because when I am done I'll have a god damn job and you're already bitter about that and deciding to make my life hell for it already now. You don't think me having to take shit about that for the next 30-40 years is enough?&lt;br /&gt; My life these days are like the song describes, a bit of luck, a bit of skill, some light moments inbetween but mainly pain and force of will not letting me give up. I am not counting days anymore I am counting hours until I am on that plane home (387 if you want to know), I can't wait for break, to relax, to be able to play computer games (haven't done that all semester), do art, read, knit and all the other stuff I don't have time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And to anyone who says 'get a room' to me and Claire for the next week or so, shut the fuck up, meal time is the only time I have time to see my girlfriend and I want to be able to hug her without you complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last to a certain webcomic artist who said that a Smith engineering degree should be worth less than than other engineering degrees because our engineering program 'is less intense than other colleges'. I dare you to live my life the week before finals. Then you'll see intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-5644744235656358331?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5644744235656358331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=5644744235656358331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5644744235656358331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/5644744235656358331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/100-reason-to-remember-name.html' title='100% reason to remember the name'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-9066257290040432084</id><published>2007-12-05T14:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:47:14.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The light in the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>I am counting days, last day of classes is next thursday. Only six more days in class. I can do this. I have to. But there are some light in this tunnel, and I can see the end of it now. First of all, I got my physics exam back. 70/100. That is only ten points below the class average. And the fact that I am happy about this should tell you something about how this semester have been for me. I used to be crushed if I wasn't above the average. But there is more good stuff. Laundery is in the washer. I will have clean clothes. Yay! My physics and engineering exams are both take home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated Todo List&lt;br /&gt;Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;Done: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above) + labreport for said baby&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;Lab report for chem x2&lt;br /&gt;DONE Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;Math problemset &lt;br /&gt;Engieneering problem set x2&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz x2&lt;br /&gt;DONE:Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;DONE Return keys&lt;br /&gt;Started: Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Go to game&lt;br /&gt;DONE Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;Write review (will hopefully do this tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Write 500+ word story for an competation&lt;br /&gt;Make jewlery request&lt;br /&gt;Make my side of two (I think) art trades (sketches started for one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Do background on page 2 of the comic&lt;br /&gt;Knit socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-9066257290040432084?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2407460556106474800</id><published>2007-12-05T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:44:39.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles 5th Dec</title><content type='html'>Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one&lt;br /&gt;She stared in my eyes and smiled&lt;br /&gt;For her lips were the colour of the roses&lt;br /&gt;That grew down the river, all bloody and wild&lt;br /&gt;When he knocked on my door and entered the room&lt;br /&gt;My trembling subsided in his sure embrace&lt;br /&gt;He would be my first man, and with a careful hand&lt;br /&gt;He wiped at the tears that ran down my face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;In marble halls as white as milk,&lt;br /&gt;LIned with a skin as soft as silk,&lt;br /&gt;Within a fountain crystal-clear,&lt;br /&gt;A golden apple doth appear.&lt;br /&gt;No doors there are to this stronghold,&lt;br /&gt;Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's answers&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dOibtqWo6z4"&gt;Turn the Page by Bob Seger (Though I know it by Metallica)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: A stage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2407460556106474800?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2407460556106474800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2407460556106474800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2407460556106474800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2407460556106474800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddles-5th-dec.html' title='Riddles 5th Dec'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-1995131268545095783</id><published>2007-12-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:22:45.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;What has wings,&lt;br /&gt;But can not fly.&lt;br /&gt;Is enclosed,&lt;br /&gt;But can outside also lie.&lt;br /&gt;Can open itself up,&lt;br /&gt;Or close itself away.&lt;br /&gt;Is the place of kings and queens,&lt;br /&gt;And doggerel of every means.&lt;br /&gt;What is it upon which I stand?&lt;br /&gt;Which can lead us to different lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song (again, this has at least one cover done of it, but if you know the orginal go ahead):&lt;br /&gt;On a long and lonesome highway east of omaha&lt;br /&gt;You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song&lt;br /&gt;You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do&lt;br /&gt;When youre riding sixteen hours and theres nothing much to do&lt;br /&gt;And you dont feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays:&lt;br /&gt;Song: Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode (covers by Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash)&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-1995131268545095783?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1995131268545095783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=1995131268545095783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1995131268545095783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/1995131268545095783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/riddle-what-has-wings-but-can-not-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7011105821657586347</id><published>2007-12-03T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:02:15.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all Riddles.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And youre all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flesh and bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift up the receiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ill make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;What goes through the door without pinching itself?&lt;br /&gt;What sits on the stove without burning itself?&lt;br /&gt;What sits on the table and is not ashamed?&lt;/pre&gt;Yesterdays is&lt;br /&gt;Song: Ohne Dich by Rammstein (really cute song, I recommend listening to it)&lt;br /&gt;Riddle: Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rant, there will be whining. Consider yourself warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great start to a great week (that was supposed to drip with sarcasm). I overslept an hour and did not get to register for class. I fell asleep at 3 AM, just because I didn't fall asleep. So I didn't managed to stay awake and decided to skip my two later classes just to do stuff I needed to do, register for class, turn in my key, post a letter to the State educational loan fund, I was planning on doing laundery but I didn't have any money on my onecard, so I took a much needed shower instead. But I feel like shit, I am not looking forward to lab (need to do the prelab for that), TA meeting, last conversation session with the guys, and homework tonight. All I can say is that I'll be in the CC red room balcony or that place with the purple furniture if anyone wants to hang out and make me feel less miserable. Breakfast sucked, I had a cup of brown water, and a glass of chocolate milk and that was it. I am tired as shit, you can probably see it on me, I haven't gotten any engineering down and I feel crappy about that. I should work more on the chem and the physics problemsets and I am stuck on my final project in computer science. Oh and the link to that is &lt;a href="http://maven.smith.edu/%7E112a-ae/Project/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if people feel like following my progress. I'll update the files every time I have a giant programming session (I spent three hours on this yesterday).&lt;br /&gt; I got into my J-trem classes though. Making your own Website with Kelly and Hapkido with Sibs. Going to be fun. And this means that I'll be busy from the 14-18 only. I wonder how this fits with Thomas' january plans. But the break will be nice for relaxing and catching up on reading, girlfriend time, knitting and chainmaille. And art, never forget the art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated todo list&lt;br /&gt;Updated Todo List&lt;br /&gt;Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;Almost done: Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above) + labreport for said baby&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;Lab report for chem x2&lt;br /&gt;Done: Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;Math problemset x3&lt;br /&gt;Engieneering problem set x2 (or 3)&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz x2&lt;br /&gt;Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done:Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;Will do in half an hour: Return keys&lt;br /&gt;Started: Make wishlist&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Cash checks&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Go to game&lt;br /&gt;Done: Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7011105821657586347?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7011105821657586347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7011105821657586347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7011105821657586347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7011105821657586347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-of-all-riddles.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-9217494258187009977</id><published>2007-12-02T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:28:13.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgoyXJiZqLk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jgoyXJiZqLk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found Adrian's theme song. Also I am a big sucker for Sopranos. I never got to watch a lot of it, but I loved it. If you know my family you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework, sucks as always, got some weird error on my programming homework, so I'll ask Audery about that on Tuesday. Then I got some problemsets to work on and program on my final project. I'll do that tonight. And then I am meeting with my engineering group to talk about our project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-9217494258187009977?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9217494258187009977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=9217494258187009977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9217494258187009977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/9217494258187009977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/woke-up-this-morning.html' title='Woke up this morning'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-4125357016724012816</id><published>2007-12-02T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:56:17.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays riddle and lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;        Ohne dich zähl ich die Stunden ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;        Mit dir stehen die Sekunden&lt;br /&gt;        Lohnen nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Stronger than steel,&lt;br /&gt;And older than time;&lt;br /&gt;They are more patient than death&lt;br /&gt;and shall stand even when the stars have ceased to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Their strength is embedded&lt;br /&gt;in roots buried deep&lt;br /&gt;Where the sands and frosts of ages&lt;br /&gt;can never hope to touch or reach.&lt;/pre&gt;Yesterday's answer&lt;br /&gt;Song&lt;br /&gt;White Wedding by Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;A ship, (dead wood, living sailors)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-4125357016724012816?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4125357016724012816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=4125357016724012816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4125357016724012816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/4125357016724012816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/todays-riddle-and-lyrics-song-ohne-dich.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7600276135427892153</id><published>2007-12-01T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:24:32.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rpg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long long week... I am finally taking a little break, I have been doing homework for most of the day, apart from waking up real late for lunch, but that was mainly Claire's fault. But overall day has been nice, now I am going to do some artsy stuff for a little while and then see if I can kick Sibs into more Trigun.&lt;br /&gt; Went to game yesterday. Was very interesting. Adrian ended up in jail, not a big surprise there but for once he hadn't really done anything bad. They had gone into Jessica's house and after getting rid of the damned woman, checked out the basement where they found Faith's mother. And Faith's mother was in such a state that I really have realized that Kay is as good as I am about torturing NPCs. Though from what I have seen she goes a lot more physical torture than mental as I do when it is called for in a game. But yes, Adrian got her out of it, sent the other people home and then called the cops and an ambulance, and of course he got taken in for questioning. And then the painkiller high went away, and he realized he really was shot in the shoulder, and had ripped said half healed shoulder seriously. So now I am imagining him in a jail cell, you know the kind they put drunk people in, curled up in a corner muttering about pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated Todo List&lt;br /&gt;Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above) + labreport for said baby&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;Lab report for chem x2&lt;br /&gt;Done: Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;Math problemset x3&lt;br /&gt;Engieneering problem set x2 (or 3)&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz x2&lt;br /&gt;Chem problem set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;Return keys&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Go to game&lt;br /&gt;Done: Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7600276135427892153?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7600276135427892153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7600276135427892153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7600276135427892153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7600276135427892153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-long-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-2168412014774036291</id><published>2007-12-01T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:56:41.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riddles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It is that time of the year again where I have my little advent riddle thingy. This year I am going two, one that is lyrics and one that is riddles. For the lyrics I want the name of the song and the name of the artist, and yes this one has several covers, give me anyone of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1 dec lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hey little sister what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's the only one?&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's your superman?&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister who's the one you want?&lt;br /&gt;Hey little sister shot gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1dec riddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whilst I was engaged in sitting&lt;br /&gt;I spied the dead carrying the living&lt;br /&gt;What did I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-2168412014774036291?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2168412014774036291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=2168412014774036291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2168412014774036291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/2168412014774036291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-that-time-of-year-again-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7628659183205835592</id><published>2007-11-29T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:38:00.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hell.</title><content type='html'>aka. end of semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going to be hard, but this hard gods no... Here is what I have until I leave on the 21 dec.&lt;br /&gt;Final programming project (in flash/actionscript)&lt;br /&gt;Final project presentation&lt;br /&gt;Final datastructure presenteatation (I am talking about disjoint sets)&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 10 (graphs)&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab (I am making a circuit that only lets though frequencies of 2000Hz and above) + labreport for said baby&lt;br /&gt;Design Lab presentation&lt;br /&gt;Lab report for chem x2&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam (self scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;Math problemset x2&lt;br /&gt;Engieneering problem set x2 (or 3)&lt;br /&gt;Engineering quiz x2 (or 3)&lt;br /&gt;Chem problem set x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem exam&lt;br /&gt;Engieneeing exam&lt;br /&gt;Physics exam&lt;br /&gt;Computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register for j-term classes&lt;br /&gt;Return keys&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what I am giving the following people: Dad, Anna, Sister, Farmor, Cheryl, Thomas, Bunny, Danna, Claire, Sibs, Miriam,&lt;br /&gt;Shop Christmas gifts (send me a wishlist people)&lt;br /&gt;Mail gifts to the ones I wont see&lt;br /&gt;Buy bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;Repay part of the loan&lt;br /&gt;Find my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Go to game&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Kep about gaming space next semester&lt;br /&gt;Send Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Clean room properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, that should be about it.. This list will continue to update so..&lt;br /&gt;Fencing news:&lt;br /&gt;I now done 3 of my 5 bouts in my pool. 1 win and 2 losses but todays loss I managed to bring to Labelle (4-4) before she scored the last point. I am very happy about this. Means I am not doing as badly as I could and I scored some really nice points on timing. And Jackie again said I fence like an epiee (is that how it is spelled?) fencer. So maybe I'll do that next semester in the club.&lt;br /&gt;Programming:&lt;br /&gt;So I know have a much better idea of what I am doing, twenty questions Tolkien style. In flash/action script. Yes I am doing my final project in a language I don't know. Ah well. I talked to the professor yesterday and I now have a feel for what I need to do for it to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7628659183205835592?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7628659183205835592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7628659183205835592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7628659183205835592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7628659183205835592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-hell.html' title='Welcome to Hell.'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13341477.post-7172908845412588207</id><published>2007-11-25T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:30:19.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I know a lot of artists</title><content type='html'>So I am in a slightly creative mood. And I have a ton of characters in my head, and I want them on paper. So here is what I propose, a trade. You, if you feel like it, draw/paint/something like that one of my characters (see list below) and I'll give you something back. What I offer is, drawings (though not great ones), watercolors (same there), chainmaille, knitted stuff, chocolate, massages, you name it. If you need an idea of what I do, just ask me.  I'll pitch in about as much time and material as you do. Say a quick sketch gets a massage whereas a nice big colored drawing (wouldn't that be nice...) would probably get some fancy chainmaille jewlery. Or whatever else floats you boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the characters (they are from different universes and times but have fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valanthe Galanodel&lt;/span&gt; -Generic Fantasy/D&amp;amp;D, tall, aristoratic elf, long blond hair, blue eyes, clothing with tons of pockets. Is an shadowdancer/rouge, so have fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow &lt;/span&gt;- No particular game, she is a pan dimentional character. A were tiger (a white tiger) mercenary, she is intended to look remotely like me. Carries a sword (generally a katana) and in modern games a Desert Eagle gun, but you can have fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azaziel&lt;/span&gt; - Demon, no particular game, dresses in black expensive clothing, is remotely modeled after Crowly from Good Omens, dark hair and dark brown eyes, slightly Mediterainian looks. Hangs out with Seth a lot (if you wanna do them both, great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt; - Demon, no perticular game, dresses in blacks and greens, is modeled after Seth from &lt;a href="http://sorcery101.net/"&gt;sorcery101&lt;/a&gt; (ok, so I pretty much adopted Seth from Sorcery 101). Hangs out with Azaziel (Az).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun elf, short, for an elf, long blond hair, tons of piercings, wears a lot of button downs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; - The Window/Pan dimentional, modeled looks wise after &lt;a href="http://wiki.finalfantasy.de/images/c/ce/Rude.jpg"&gt;Rude&lt;/a&gt; from FFVII. Wears sunglasses, leather gloves, I would love to see him in a chinese style shirt, tons of piercings (both ears and nipples), has a tribal tattoo that starts above his right ear and continues down his right side to his elbow and mid thigh. Also has the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Air_Service"&gt;SAS logo&lt;/a&gt; tattooed on his left upper arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huang&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun, chinese, human, ex-shaolin monk turned street samurai (uses a chinese short sword). Is around 30 years old, and that is about all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun, chinese, elf, cute and clumsy, hair dyed blond. Is a hacker and medic. Is around 25 years old. Fails horribly at anything in the kitchen (think cream covered Elf), dates Bo, so they hang out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bo&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun, chinese, human, short black hair, is a engineer/decker and a racer car driver (drifting if you are curious), Also around 25 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kunimitsu 'Lee' Tsuchiya&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun, elf, japanese, rather tall, dark hair and eyes, also a racer car driver and club owner, a bit of a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neculai 'Necu/Randé'&lt;/span&gt; - Shadowrun, human, Roma, looks central european. Is a fighter, but wears a collar (you know a bondage one). Very often looks beaten up. Short dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Characters to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13341477-7172908845412588207?l=welcometorandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7172908845412588207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13341477&amp;postID=7172908845412588207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7172908845412588207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13341477/posts/default/7172908845412588207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welcometorandomness.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-i-know-lot-of-artists.html' title='Because I know a lot of artists'/><author><name>Tiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13069656384863540444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
