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And since everyone else is doing it, here we go:
I Am A: Neutral Evil Half-Elf Mage Ranger
Alignment:
Neutral Evil characters believe in Number One. Their personal gain takes precedance over all else, and they will work with whomever necessary and whatever institutions necessary to further their own goals.
K: Hrm. Yeah, maybe. I guess it depends on the situation... and the institution.
Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Primary Class:
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.
K: Yeah, ok, this isn't really very surprising. Definitely mage and not cleric -- I might use magic for others, but I don't think it would be my primary goal. Selfish!
Secondary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
K: Err. I dunno. I don't like the out of doors. Mage-Ranger is a pretty weird combination. Anyway, if 'keep it safe and healthy' could be interpreted to include by political or economic means, I'd be all over it. Because, of course, if I were a half-elf mage, I would be fabulously wealthy and have lots of free time for social and environmental causes.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
With all the blithering NBC has done througout the whole Olympics, going on and on explaining things that were obvious, it was interesting that they didn't even bother to attempt to explain how the scoring worked for the women's skating last night. I'm sure the idiot guy didn't know what the heck was going on, but Scott Hamilton and the woman should have. Anyway, if anyone's curious, take a look.
To further make up for the lack of posts...
Went to Boskone this weekend on Sunday with Okina and E. Really the only reason we went was because Neil Gaiman and Tamora Pierce were there. I got him to sign my Princess Mononoke DVD and her to sign one of her books. Unfortunately the only copies I have of her books are paperback -- actually, this was a choice. They're nice reads, but hardly worth $20 a pop. I can wait until the paperbacks come out. But it was cool that she was there. The line to get her signature was pretty much all girls.
After that we ate and then I came home and ran a quidditch game on HPOP. It turned out a heck of a lot better than I anticipated, though I still feel like killing a couple of people.
The madness of the other game continues unabated. Basically, the situation is this: A thought B was insidiously trying to get control of the game, so made a mad rush to move the game somewhere else. B and C were understandably ticked off by this, and the rest of us were rather cheesed at the way it happened, so made A apologize and then resign. But then as we tried to put things back together and reorganize, B and C have continued to behave like children and whine and try to grab as much power as they can (the worst part is they really can't see this). D has told me a couple things which really makes me wonder about them. So it's all still up in the air. Wasn't that nice and vague?
The chatter at the bitter Pernie board seems to have tapered off a bit after the initial rush. It's too bad, because it was generally good for a laugh. I can't say as I've made much of an impact on the Pernie world for 3-4 years now, and definitely not for the past 2, but it doesn't matter. They lave long memories and continue to rehash events of which they know nothing.
The topic is not amusing, but this bit was:
It's unclear what a tenant—particularly an elderly tenant with a shifting roster of house guests—can purport to "control." But according to the Department of Housing and Urban Development and the various public housing authorities in question, the rules mean that whether or not the tenants in question knew about the drug use, once it happens, they're out. Raising the question: Does Florida Gov. Jeb Bush live in government-subsidized housing?
So across the street from where I work is a fire station. And, naturally, where the fire station's driveway connects to the street, there is one of those blinking yellow lights -- one which the firemen can change to a red stoplight should they need to come tearing out with sirens flashing and all that.
In front of the light there is a line, and a sign which says "Stop here on red". About 50 yards further up the road, the road ends, and running perpendicular to it is a minor highway. There's another light at this intersection. The light is one of those pressure sensitive ones; in other words, it doesn't change unless there's a car there.
Why all the preamble? Well, today as I came into work, there was a man parked at the line in front of the firehouse light, waiting patiently for the light up at the end of the street (again, a solid 50 yards away, if not more) to turn green. Which of course it never did. A very long line of cars was building up behind him.
Oh, and one more thing.
Apparently, the New England Patriots are a bunch of socialists.
"Since when did anybody say we're facing down individualism? Nobody has, but we know, thanks to Sen. Kennedy, this is what is in their minds. They are seeking to use ... the events of Sept. 11 to further their own socialist agenda. And thanks to the New England Patriots for helping it along, with their silly notion of being introduced as a team prior to football games."
One down and the other won't take very long.
Well, the one is mostly down. Waiting for Kenpi to finish his part so I can mail it off tomorrow at lunch.
Since I've been busily procrastinating everything related to the applications, I haven't managed to do anything much for the past couple of weeks. I've also been fairly broke, so that has helped with the feeling of not wanting to do anything. This weekend is my mother's birthday... so I need to figure out what to get her. It seems odd to recall that last year at this time I was living in Hampton. It seems like it's been a lot longer than that.
So... something to write about. Japanese class has started again as of a couple of weeks ago. I've already fallen into the same last minute flurry of work as I did last semester. But it all can be traced back to the procrastinating. Once all of these forms are out of the house I think I'll feel like I have less over my head. Maybe instead of reading tonight I'll go up and play with the GBA before bed. But first I need to get off the computer.
Still feeling too crushed under by the applications to post. But actually, they should be done tonight and mailed tomorrow so then I shall be free.. free!
Except for the financial aid parts. Blar. But those can wait until this weekend.
Well.
You threw it away...
This weekend I saw Metropolis (the anime) (subtitled). It was.. mm.. interesting. But I don't think it was more than that. It was based on a manga by Osamu Tezuka, who was apparently inspired by the silent movie from the 20s. The movie itself was helmed by Rintarou of X fame, and the death and destruction was quite as pretty in Metropolis as it was in that movie.
Anyway, the basic premise is that some time in the future mankind is living in a world where robots do much of the dirty work and everyone, robots and people alike, are restricted to particular zones where they're allowed to go. There is tension between the humans and the robots, the humans feeling the robots are taking over their jobs and the robots apparently becoming sentient. Into all of this throw an arrogant plotting businessman, an obsessive stalker-type, an innocent young boy, a smarter-than-he-looks detective, a robot who doesn't know she's a robot, and a large quantity of downtrodden masses. Mix well and then explode things. The plot was predictable in the extreme. The saving graces were the animation -- lovely -- and the soundtrack, which was priceless. The music was good, but the choices of when to play the music and what mood to set were better.
Now, I have typically done nothing this weekend. It seems like I constantly complain that I've done nothing, so one might wonder when it is that I do anything at all. I often wonder that myself. Things usually do get done eventually, though.
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