Thank you for your pretty offering, Indi-Cat. ;p
'Lo, mortal! Thou hath stumbled unto the realm of Ceiling Cat. Fear not, for she is merciful. Flee not, for she is kind. But know that if thou put forth thy foot into tomfoolery, thou shalt be Judged, and it shall be good. (For me. ;p)
But in all seriousness, this is my blog. I'm Kei, one of the News Editors for the site. I don't bite (hard), so don't be afraid to approach me. I'm actually quite tame.
So.
I've found that it's a bit strange nowadays. Time seems to fly by with abandon. I only know what day it is by what's on at 8 in the evening (and now that So You Think You Can Dance? is over for the season, I WILL NEVER KNOW WHEN IT'S WEDNESDAY. Also, YAY FOR JOSHUA!! [I wanted Twitch to win, though]).
But yeah, other than talking and reminiscing with college friends (even though I've been out of school all of, what, three months?) and reading (I've been working on reading the entire Legend of Drizzt series by R.A. Salvatore. I love me some dark elf, as proven by the fact that I started reading the series two weeks ago and am already on Book VI.), I haven't been doing much.
Oh, and there's work. The ever thrilling prospect of work. [/sarcasm]
I don't know what's up. I guess this is just how life is after college. What you make it.
I am apparently feeling extraordinarily uncreative right now.
'Course, there's always art. But then again, Photoshop costs $8,000 and I apparently can't use GIMP on my Mac, so yeah. MOOT.
Ah, well. I'll find something to do. I think I'm gonna go play Arcana Heart... (not for the weak-willed, by the way).
EDIT: ....Stunt just came back in Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire.
I am SO effin' happy right now. (Even though he is a bit of a mysogonistic gynophobic bastard.)
It's weird. Ever since I started using my new computer, I haven't been able to use the new chatroom. I can go to the page and everything, but the window for the actual chat never loads.
I'm using FireFox over here. Anyone have any clues on what might be wrong?
So.
I finally got a new computer. :3
This one is so much better than my old one, it's ridiculous. The hard drive is roughly seven times larger, the processor is 400 MHz faster and all the keys actually work. It's amazing.
I also have faster internet. Bonus! (It's disturbing how fast the site loads now. It's like almost instant. Oo; )
But, other than that, things have been going fairly well. Nothing terribly exciting has happened. :/ I'm still looking for a copy of Photoshop or some equivalent that I can use, because I have a digital art itch that I need to scratch. Hardcore. lol
Anyway, how're you lot?
So.
I've been reading James Patterson's Maximum Ride series for a while now. For those of you unaware, it's a series of young adult books following the adventures of a girl named Max and her "family," all of which are bird-human hybrid children on the run from a pretty sick organization that specializes in human gene-splicing and other more horrible exploits.
Overall, it's a very good series. It's well-paced (even though Patterson's tendency to make a chapter all of three paragraphs is more than a bit annoying) and the characters grow on you so much. It's a really good read.
Up until now, the story has just been following Max as she grows into a proper leader for the flock and goes through normal (well, not completely normal, but fairly) teenager angst. (I won't go into details for to ruin plot points in later books if you decide to read them.) But in the latest book in the series, things took a turn toward the soapbox. A lot of the book contained pointed information about the global warming crisis that we're currently dealing with (at least, most of the world is, anyway). There was a lot of jam-packed things in the last half of the book about how the world could end up changing and everything. Some of the stuff even I didn't know. (I know it's wary to trust everything you read in a book aimed at young adults, but Patterson is known for doing a lot of research before throwing things into a story, so I'll dig it.)
But it made me realize something. One, Patterson may have just created this entire series to get the word out about how he really feels about things. Two, he did it in an ingenious way. He basically created a set of characters a lot of people, both old and young, can identify with, then made four books progressively leading toward the things that he really wanted to discuss and get information out there about. It's actually quite a brilliant ploy. Not to say that it's not an old trick (I mean, just look at some of the things written back in the 1800s), but it's a good way to get the word out about something that really needs to be looked at straight in the face.
I applaud you, James Patterson. Well played, sir. Well played.
(By the way, would anyone happen to know where I can pick up a copy of Photoshop for Mac for cheap? I don't have it be the latest version or anything; even V6 is fine. I just really need a copy. >.>; )
1) You are required to know every street in the city and how to get there. It does not matter if it's your first day on the job or not.
2) Despite the fact that the name of the building is clearly printed on a very large sign with "PARKING" underneath it, people will still ask you if this lot is where you need to park for said building.
3) Doctors can be real jerks at times.
4) Being nice to the elderly pays off. Literally. They give tips. :3
5) Smiles are contagious. Makes sense, since they're a precursor to the most contagious affliction in the world: the dreaded Case of the Giggles.
6) Random guys will hit on you in the most awkward ways.
7) I greet people an average of about 140 times per day.
8) It is not a wise idea to attempt to draw while working. You get easily distracted, which leads to hair-raising moments when people blow their horns to get your attention.
9) Car horns are freaking loud when your sitting all of six inches away from them.
10) You can get a hell of a lot of reading done in eight hours (though it can result in dealings with Example 8 if the book is really good).
...I actually kinda like this job.
