June 26th thru July 2nd, 2005Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Makin' Eggs They: exercise. Me: grocery store. Fruit and eggs. I chopped the fruit, scrambled the eggs. I also made pancakes. The first one was a disaster but the 6 after that were huge and awesome and beautiful. Happiness and satiation, all out of a griddle pan. Then they hit the road, to start the final push of their corss-country odyssey, to live and love in LA. I played CoH. Got Corvus up to nearly 14. Such is life.
So it looks like not much happened on Sunday. Good. Not The Worst Day of My Life, but It Tried  Actually, it wasn't so bad. But when you're in the thick
of bad, it feels worse. Started off witha phone call, which told me I had sent the wrong activity report
in last week. BUT, for some reason, the internet was not working properly, so I couldn't send in the right
one. Struggling with that made me late for an appointment in the office, where I was to have my old work
laptop swapped for a new one. But I made it in, despite traffic. Do you believe me when I say I took
solace in the day's utter grayness? It was quit becalming. So, a few hours later, and I've got a new work
PC. Some kinks, worked them out. Started home again, but then the friend from last night who was supposed
to have arrived called to say she was arriving today... so swing downtown and pick her up, take her back
to Lake City Park. Back at home, nothing to do, play some CoH, kill Corvus Corax three times. Then, hit my
hand on a door, sprain my wrist. A headache before had claimed 400 mg of ibuprofen, and now my wrist is
claiming it's own 800 mg. (Okay, I don't know if it's actually sprained, and it's not swollen. But it
aches). That was more or less the end of the bad stuff.
Bowled I did. I bowled. I went to bowling. Our team got 3 out of 4 points. Not too
shabby. AND, all three of my games were below average (can't really blame my wrist, though) which means my
handicap will go up. So that's good. Afterwards I counted the money (cause I'm the secretary now) and ate
a cheeseburger. I finished reading Terry Pratchett's Small Gods and then I went to beddie
bye bye.
Viva Corvus Corax  Well it wasn't easy, but I finally got ol' Corvus Corax
up to level 15. I gotta be honest-- it wasn't super fun playing with him. Will I be leaving him behind
soon? I dunno. I'm fickle. He's the Warshade, for those of you who read this, recall that, and know what
it means. I.e. none of you. I might rush him, actually, up to level 24, so he can do the respec trial, and
then I'll rearrange his enhancement slots. Unlike the other Kheldian, Dakota Jonas the Peacebringer, I
spend visrtually NO time with Corvus in his human form... But I have none of his Kheldian-form powers
slotted. Bit of a waste. So if I slotted up his Kheldian powers with a bunch of damage SO's, he
might gor from lame-ass to bad-ass. This is all Greek to you, isn't it? Oh well. Look at the pretty
picture.Once CC dinged 15 I stepped in with Alaska Jones, the mini-blaster. Now THAT's fun. That little squirt kicisk, ass.
Everything I Know About the Devil I Learned in Church
The Rest of the Day Coffee, then. At Revolutions, o' course. I had a capuccino. I did not realize that capuccinos are just cups of foam. Well, sugar helped. It was a small crowd-- I really need to get on the ball and get some new blood in the group via MeetIn or Craigslist. Why? I think because it's the new blood that the old blood feeds on. And the old blood is dying off. Some for better, some for worse. Anyhoo. Home, a game of Chez Geek with a pal, sleep. Much Alaska  Had
breakfast at some place in Fremont, lox and cream cheese bagel and hashed browns and some burnt (and
therefor GOOD) bacon. And an Oddwalla that had red algea in it.
Then home again. Worked on that little blaster squirt. At one point, I think when he dinged 12, he picked
up the power "snipe." Oh too nice. He's picking off blue Vahzilok Abominations in one shot... not that you
run into blue Vahz too often-- mostly if you're lucky enough to level-ding in the middle of a Vahz
mission. Still, it's super duper fun. I used to dread Vahz missions, since those damn Abominations hit for
boocoo damage, but that's only if you're in melee with them. These damage-at-a-distance toons of mine kust
kite the poor bastards, and usually the Abominations forget who they're chasing and just end up standing
there. Then it becomes target practice. Ha.
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Back At Home With Alaska This Here Blog I spent the better part of the morning updating this here blog. Took a while. I may end up doing simply weekly updates to this here thing. I mean, I'll try to keep daily notes and all, but one might not want to bother tuning in but for once a week. And yes, there's too much reportage, and not enough fun. Sigh. What can I tell you except sigh. Blame Hotel Bukkhead and City of Heroes. Ten bucks says I can't even recall what else I did today. Except that it was Dainty 5V's birthday. She's 27! I started playing with April Showers again, so there's that. Sometime in the evening there was a birthday dinner at Rico? Riti? Rici? Some kinda Indian place on the lower side of Queen Anne. Where it's still near the arena. We all had all kinds of stuff together, all of it not too spicy, though one dude elected to get a 4 on the spicy scale (he though the scale was 1-8 but I think it was 1-4). I managed to choke some of that down too. I am not a big fan of the spice. They say as you get older you find you like the spice more because your tastebuds dull. I wonder if that's because of all the smoking and fumes. Cause my tastebuds seem just fine, though I do tend to pepper things more than I used to... anyhoo. After that my parents where supposed to fly in, but due to a power outtage at Seatac, all flights where delayed two hours. But eventually they arrived, and I picked them up and we where home and asleep by 12:30 am. Hey, that's tomorrow! I'm blogging the wrong day? Snicker. Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit  So here we are in July. We started off with breakfast
and coffee with a walk around Greenlake. Mom and dad are on the South Beach Diet, and they are both very pleased with it. They've both
shed about 15 pounds each in three weeks, and are eating like kings. Well, not big fat Henry VIII type
kings... but they sure don't go hungry. After the walk we spent about forever at the grocery store,
stocking up for the weekend. All fresh stuff. I'll tell you what, I don't think there's much to this SBD.
I mean, I know I can lose weight and be all healthy if I put as much effort into eating. Because they shop
and cook all the time. Good health, weight loss, and such does not seem to be a factor of anything
else but time management and motivation. You can eat three to six full meals a day, and so long as you are
willing to cook them yourself, not skip any, and choose fresh ingrediants, you probably won't even have
craving or relapses. Lack of Time is probably the most fattening ingredient in America.
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Home With Salmon Let There Be Weekend  We got up and had breakfast, I think eggs were involved. Then I took the 'rents to Discovery Park. This is only a
2.8 mile loop, just like Greenlake, but it took WAY longer because ma and pa both got high-end digital
camera and the love taking snaps of flora and fauna. I think we where there for two hours. It was an
overcast day but thanks to Photoshop, this picture is prettier than that. Skills, baby, I gots 'em. To see
the original, click on the picture.We went home and had another healthy-ass lunch: salad with salmon. Tasty. Then we packed up and drove on out to Hood Canal for to join up with my peeps for some general lounging and carousing. Traffic was lighter than expected, right up to about 300 feet from the front door of the cabin. Once there, I had a margarita and we snacked on nearby vittles. A crabbing liscence had been purchased, and so I inflated ye olde kayak and our crab girl went out to drop the nets. Then she went out again to harvest them-- two crabs, which my dad helped to kill and clean. Our crab girl, though, did most of the violent work. She's bloodthirsty. That happened twice more, while other 4th of July weekend foods were manufactured and consumed.
Tact, of A Sort
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The rest of the day was the remainder. Hmm... I don't know
if this is the right place to put this, but I am starting to suspect that this BLOG is being used against
me. I know, how very egocentric. Actually, I'm not starting to suspect it, I have suspected it for along
time. Indeed, I know for a fact it has been used against me in the past. Only now, I am actaully thinking
of DOING something about it. Now, why would I say this? Why would I give my "enemies" clues as to my
suspicion? Because, your enemy is only a reflection of yourself-- no one stronger than you fears you
enough to call you an enemy, no one weaker can aspire to thwart you, and so, my enemies weaknesses are my
own. And so my enemy is arrogant. And so my enemy will hang by the petard I create for them out
pride-of-knowledge. I will actually TELL my enemy things, my enemy will THINK they know what is going on
and how to manipulate it, and will reveal themselves, and I will swoop and kill them with indifference.
Ha. I am diabolical. Or insane. Or stupid. Yawn.
It's no wonder that the Blog died at about this time last
year. I was heavily into CoH then, too, and since that filled my days, there wasn't much to report. Well,
perhaps I should do less reporting, then, and more introspection. Might be more interesting, yes? Only
trouble is, CoH tends to kill introspection as well. I mean, I could try to wax philisophical about
my approach to, say, desire... but what if I don't want to? No one writes books for people who hate
to read, or writes books from the perspective of hating to write. And how does one write about not having
desire? Cause you gotta want it to do it. I suppose. There may be other motivating facotrs, like money,
fame, what have you-- but then the writing becomes about those things, and indeed, in this nihilistic,
hedonistic world we live in, I feel too often that is EXACTLY what comes through... fame sells tickets to
things that make people famous. Tom Cruise uses publicity to convince people to go watch his movie which
makes him famous enough to use publicity again. This is, more or less, the same thing as writing "updated
the blog" in my blog, cause if I didn't have a blog, I wouldn't have a place to say what I didn't update
anyway. Uh... okay.
