I decided to join Tumblr for no apparent reason... I updated the Introduction to add it in the links.
I am currently tweaking the blog and stuff, but have recently experienced problems with changing my avatar. I'll probably have to try again later.
So, I know a few of you use that platform, so I'll see if I can follow you people. I am currently following the default recommended stuff, and have almost no content planned. Heh. As if maintaining more blogs would be of any help, eh?
Well, see you around.
I've been thinking about this ever since I have played Android games that used motion/movement of the phone as the control, but haven't managed to think of an appropriate image to convey it... This image however, summed it up pretty well:
When I used to play on the controller ages ago, I would sometimes find myself trying to move the character just a bit more by tilting or moving the controller. I think I may have outgrown this habit, but seeing it in other people is hilarious.
I used to say that moving won't affect your game any better.
With Android now, I couldn't have been more wrong.
Frankly, when I found myself moving the controller to move the character/game, I found myself chuckling inside because of this.
Catching up with the Doctor!
Yes, I never really realized that I have been so far off with series 7. I'm in Series 7 Ep 10, so yeah...
The new companion is interesting, the I'm all for finding out the entire mystery of the series.
"It's smaller on the outside!" Hahahaha...
Hammy eating a piece of cracker.
February 19, 2012
Our hamster named Hammy died yesterday. He was almost two and a half years old.
For a hamster, that’s already old. I’m only hoping that he lived a good life under our care and that he didn’t suffer much when he passed. I am feeling the guilt of his death, though.
He died of a severe cold. Respiratory illnesses, if left unchecked, may be fatal to hamsters. I am the only one in the house that has a cold - a strong one, to boot. I noticed his cage was a bit dirty, so I decided to clean it the other day. I washed my hands before I worked on his cage so as to avoid passing on the cold to him. The next day, he was breathing laboriously, his eyes and nose were filled with mucus and he could barely move. Every once in a while he would move around, but couldn’t eat or drink anything.
I was worried that his time may be up and that he caught his cold from me. That evening, his condition didn’t change at all. I tried to make him drink some milk, but when he licked the syringe, some milk ran out to his nose. He then struggled and I placed him down in his cage. I noticed then that his eyes were bulging out and his leg was twitching! Something is not right. I quickly called the wife and I picked him up in my hand. After a few minutes, he was gone. I held him in my hand for more than fifteen minutes as I wept.
I was sad that he was gone, and yet I was also blaming myself. Had I left him alone, had he lived? Or had he suffered longer? Had I not cleaned his cage, had he not caught my cold? It was all my fault…
As I held his lifeless body in my hand and felt it start to get cold, I recalled the good times that he was with us.
I bought him as a gift for the wife, before we were married - something to work on and keep her busy. We originally thought he was a she, until he grew up. Hahaha… The wife was the one who gave the name. I picked him from a litter in the pet shop. He was really tiny and the only white with brown spots. He also had red eyes, much like an albino. I also bought a small cage with all the necessities like a water bottle and food, and of course a hamster wheel.
In less than half a year, he outgrew his cage. Syrian hamsters are a relatively large hamster species. It took me two or more months trying to find a bigger cage for him, along with a bigger hamster wheel. I found a cage, but I ended up building my own hamster wheel out of parts from his old wheel, and the bottom part of a plastic jar, mainly because I couldn’t find a hamster wheel large enough for him which didn’t have holes in the floor where his leg might get caught in. He loved his new cage. It had two floors, and a tiny house. He enjoyed hoarding food and pieces of paper in that green-roofed house of his. Every once in a while, he would poke his head out of the hole and look at us, then went back in his little house.
After a year, he still outgrew the hamster wheel I made him. However, I couldn’t find any more material to use. He ended up running on top of the wheel, instead of inside of it. It was amusing. He would climb up the top of the wheel, and with his back against the cage for support, would begin running on top of the wheel. He turned the wheel to a makeshift treadmill.
We even bought him a hamster ball, which he ran around all over the place while inside of it. He ended up outgrowing it, too. It was probably uncomfortable for him to run around inside of it, so if I did place him in that ball, he would sit and just groom himself.
I had a lot of good times with that little hamster. He accompanied me when I stayed in the apartment for the first time. It wasn’t as scary as it would have been sleeping in a strange place for the first time since I had him to accompany me. Somehow, his scurrying and running around in the cage reassured me that I was not alone and that I had company.
We have a handful of pictures of him. I have a picture of him when he was just a tiny hamster in my DS which I randomly see when I open it.
Playtime mostly consisted of him running around the floor, while being watched.
I’ll miss that little critter. I’ll miss hearing the occasional thump as he moves around his cage at night, the clacking sound as he drinks from his water bottle, the gnawing and biting he does to maintain his teeth… I’ll even miss cleaning his cage and checking on his food container.
I dug his little grave by the garden in the apartment, and marked it with stones. I’ll probably place a potted plant on top of it later. Who’d have thought that digging his grave would be this hard? I felt a heavy burden in my heart as I dug.
Walking up and down the stairs will never be the same for me. This morning, the sadness of not seeing him looking back at me as I pass by the stairs hit me.
Why do these little hamsters live for such a short time? Farewell my little Hammy. You will be missed.
Since it's practically an inside joke, I got an alternate caption for this one:
Recruitment at the church of Mollyism is doing well. The High Priest is pleased.