I’m just posting something so it doesn’t look like the domain has been abandoned. It hasn’t. I just can’t think of anything to say. Well, nothing that won’t get me on a list somewhere.
Ouch ouch owie ouch
I spent the weekend putting together bookcases from IKEA. This is not so I can store more books, but so I can store more anime figures. Of which I have far far too many, and yet somehow still not enough. The human heart is ever a paradox. The human back, however, screams loud and clear — pain pain pain.
This is not due to IKEA’s assemble-it-yourself design philosophy, though. I know plenty of people complain about how putting together IKEA furniture is difficult, but I’ve always enjoyed it. It’s like a 3D puzzle that you actually get to use for something after it’s done. No, I’m just too damn old to do stuff like this by myself without straining something somewhere.
But at least it’s together. I’ll wait until later in the week to actually put any figures in it, because right now I think I’d drop half of them. That, and I’m starting to compare the space in the bookshelves and the boxes of items that still need to be displayed… and I’m not sure if I won’t still need even more space.
I’m considering going back to collecting stamps. I don’t have to build things to collect stamps.
Oh well, at least the Vicodin pills love me.
Don’t quote me on that
I am old. You have to be old to get to be as mad as your mad administrator is.
Being old, I remember things that don’t seem to be around much anymore. Even on the big ol’ bad internet. Like quote files. Remember quote files? Back in USENET days, they were a big thing. I’m not sure why. Humans don’t always make much sense, after all.
Anyway, in doing some cleanup work on my computer files, I ran across my old quote file. For you whippersnappers (or future archeologists), a quote file is a simple text file of quotes that you’ve run across in your life or digital travels, that struck you enough to copy it and put in the file. That’s all. Nothing profound, I’m afraid.
Still, it seemed it would make a nice post here in my little dead end corner of nothing and nowhere. Hence, here are the entries in my quote file. How long ago I put them in, or when I stopped adding them, I no longer have the slightest idea…
Notes from the silence
Sorry, your mad admin is not quite passed from the realms of the living. Just been wondering if I should even keep this blog (such as it is) up at all. Seems saying anything about anything these days just invites abuse and denunciations and firings and rotting in the gutter. Hardly seems worth the bother to write anything.
Still, while I’m considering, I can leave a few notes to make sure it doesn’t look like the domain has been abandoned, I suppose.
As real as real?
That Philosophy 101 class back in my freshman year in college was a very bad idea.
It taught me more than what some dead people once thought about various things, it taught me that reflection on things that most people don’t think about is acceptable (to some, at least) and valuable (again, to some, at least). Which provided validation for my thinking about things that most people don’t bother to think about. Which as it turns out, in most places is not regarded as acceptable or valuable. Plus it gets you talked about.
Still, my stupid useless blog, my stupid useless musings.
Wondering why
At times I wonder why I do the things I do. I look around at my apartment, and I have festooned it with anime posters, wall scrolls, and figures. I purchased additional shelving to hold the anime DVD and Blu-Ray discs I have purchased. I bought display cases for the figures. Why?
The flippant answers come readily. “Why not?” “It occupies the time between now and when I die.” “They won’t let me mount the severed heads of mine enemies upon the wall.” Real answers come harder. Like: “because I need to be reminded that humanity can create beauty as well as hellish muck.”
Also because anime characters are the closest I get to caring about anything.
Shipping rant
Sorry, ye olde Mythical Readers, this is just going to be a straight out rant. Even non-existent readers will probably want to skip this one.
Because I’m incredibly pissed off.
At what, you inquire? At people I buy stuff from online. Especially, but not exclusively, eBay sellers.
Is it because they are the bottom-feeders of rouge capitalism? Is it because they are providers only of fake and ill-gotten goods? Is it because of their questionable personal hygiene habits or lack thereof?
Nay, my good fellow. ‘Tis none of those.