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Hey folks. You may have noticed that I don't update much, and I think it might be because my username doesn't really inspire me to write anything. I mean ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) cmcykana? Come on. I'ts just my freaking initials and last name. So since most of us use a different handle with some sort of personal meaning, I'm gonna join the club and start posting under driant, which is the name of Heidi's adorable little Taru red mage from FFXI. Of course, I was Wenhaver back in that life, but that's obviously already taken, so driant is the next best thing.
In conclusion, I suppose, everybody update your friend lists, because cmcykana is basically toast. I'm keepin' the moogle icon, though. That thing rules.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: Sophie sophie sophie dear god sophie. |
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Oct. 19th, 2005 @ 03:57 pm
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20 years ago this month, the original 8-bit NES hit store shelves. I'm willing to bet that everybody I currently know has fond memories of this machine.
TWENTY years ago. Folks, we are OLD.
Wow. Just, wow.Current Mood:  shocked Current Music: Without a Trace on TV |
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Sep. 22nd, 2005 @ 03:27 pm
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Because I care about all of you very much, let me reiterate:
Do NOT be a jackass when you self-medicate. Too much cough supressant makes you feel strange.
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I may be uncomfortably tripped out on cold meds right now, but even I can see that this is stupid.
First the MMO, an upcoming collectible card game, and now an 80 dollar board game?! Yeesh. There are times when I really, really miss playing WoW, and there are times like this when I see the obsessive/addicted culture that's sprung up around it, and I'm glad I'm out of that scene.
It was the scenery that made it compelling for me. The first time I rode through Feralas on my crazy warlock demon horse was a Classic Gaming Moment. So pretty!Current Mood:  blah Current Music: Eurotrash downtempo |
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It should be fairly obvious to anybody who knows me that I've got teh ADD something fierce. It's a struggle to sit through an hour long TV show, I'm constantly fidgeting, and when I'm around people, I tend to not say much of anything because I've got so many possible conversational directions playing out in my head that I freeze.
This will hopefully all be fixed at the end of October, when I see a neurologist who will finally, finally give me the meds I need to re-balance my brain.
Until then, however, I'm kinda skrood. Here's where I sorta get to the point:
For the past four days or so, I've been very fatigued. Yesterday when I woke up, my limbs were actually kinda rubbery, exactly like when you're on Xanax or Valium. Heidi suggested that my body was fighting off a bug, which made perfect sense to me, so I hopped myself up on cold pills, in an attempt to help my immune system nip that thing in the bud. A few hours later, Heidi and I notice that I had been uncharacteristically easy to hang with, all paying attention to TV shows and not fidgeting and generally being less annoying than usual. Of course, this is because of the pseudoephidrine in the cold pills. It's a stimulant that increases the dopamine levels in the brain, just like the usual ADD medications. Heidi looks at me and jokes, "Well, we could keep you hopped up on cold pills until you see the neurologist".
I, being an ass, took this comment seriously. All I have to do is munch cold pills for a month and I can keep myself focused and make my wife happier! I'd be happy! Productive! My life would change forever! So I got up this morning and swallowed 6 cold pills, and took 4 more over the course of an hour and a half, for a total of 300mg of pseudoephidrine in my system. This is a Good Thing, because it keeps me from spazzing. Unfortunately, cold pills also contain acetominephen and dextromethorphan. The acetominephen is harmless at the dosage I took, so that's ok. The dextromethorphan, on the other hand, had the truly bizarre side effect of making you trip like crazy if you take too much of it, which I believe is where I'm at now. 150 total milligrams of that stuff is more than enough to render one ever so slightly out of joint, and it's really unpleasant.
So, yeah. That was long. I suppose the moral of the story is to not be a jackass if you choose to self medicate.Current Mood:  weird Current Music: TV in the background |
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We have this rug. It's not terribly fancy, one of those $250 Persian/Oriental things, but it is a fairly nice rug with a modern block pattern that we spent 80 dollars on at ShopKo. After 6 months of use, it stinks of piss and shit and is covered in fur. Our baby plays on this rug. I vacuum it once a week and try to steam clean it every other week or so. It doesn't work. There's a little hard spot close to one of the corners, where a cheap candle melted. The wax ran off the coffee table and dripped down onto the rug. By the time I noticed, the spot was huge. I took a hot iron and wet towel to it for twenty minutes, and got a lot of it up.
We got a new couch right after we got married. My parents gave us a thousand dollars to spend on a king-size bed (at the time we were sleeping on a full). After deciding we couldn't possibly fit a king-sized bed in our peasant-sized bedroom, we got a living room set instead, including a charcoal-colored couch that kind of feels like microsuede but really isn't. Within a week, the cat had completely flayed both of its arms, ripping apart the fake microsuede and exposing the cheap foam padding underneath. Since then, the couch has also endured multiple cigarette burns, drink spills, and houses countless balls of lint and food crumbs in its cushions.
The kitchen trash is a huge point of contention right now. About once a week on average, Chester will knock it down and spread it all over the floor. Sometimes he'll go for three weeks without fucking it up, once he did it three times in one day. At any rate, we'll get home and find an enormous mess to clean up. It gets cleaned, and then Heidi and I fight about just why the hell we even bother to have pets, since all they ever do is destroy our things, get in the way when we're trying to eat, misbehave when we take them outside, and so on.
But I'm wondering if we'd really be better off without them, since we're just as good at screwing up our nice stuff as they are. We've got brains and opposable thumbs and shit, all the dogs and cat have are big stupid ids; but we're all equally to blame for the stains and burns and all the other random little shit that's wrong with our stuff.
I've never really cared for pets, and if allowed, I could drop them off at a shelter as easily as I'd drop off a video at Blockbuster. But knowing how happy they make Heidi, it's worth remembering that all the nice stuff we have that they ruin, we'd probably just fuck up ourselves eventually anyway.
May. 31st, 2005 @ 08:35 pm
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I tried to do push-ups today.
Got up to 4 and just about DIED.
This is a situation that needs to be rectified.
In other news, the pile of laundry in the bedroom is a good 2 feet shorter. That is good.
We finished Scrubs season one last night. Next up is NewsRadio -- ALL of it.
May. 31st, 2005 @ 03:27 pm
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Today's my second day off work. The project at AmFam ended last Friday, and I'm staying home with Evan 'till I find something else. There's a possibility of part-time work at Apex (the gutted remains of my old employer, Impressions), and if that pans out, it'd be wonderful, 'cause I could still stay home during the day.
I've been puttering around cleaning the house since yesterday; there's maybe fifteen more minutes of work in the living room, and then all the public areas of the house will be clean. I'm loving staying at home during the day, I've got more energy than I know what to do with since I'm actually moving around and doing stuff, instead of sitting in front of a monitor. Evan seems much happier, too.
Two albums have been making me happy lately: The Arcade Fire's Funeral, which sounds to me like the Flaming Lips, Broken Social Scene, and Franz Ferdinand got together and made an album. That is Very Good. It traverses the same sort of melodramatic psychedelia territory that The Soft Bulletin did so well.
Then there's Two Lone Swordsmen's From the Double Gone Chapel, which is quite a departure from their usual dirty electro: TLS has gone...goth-rock! Seriously, it's pretty awesome, if you've got a soft spot for dark basslines and black-clad eyeliner guys growling into distorted mics.
C'mon. You know you do.
Jan. 18th, 2005 @ 06:51 pm
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So. The advantage of having this never-ending cold is that at around 8:30 every night, my voice starts doinng this nifty Barry White/Leonard Cohen thing.
I need to figure out a way to use this for evil...
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 08:49 pm
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I took the day off today hoping to get into the doctor, since I'm starting my third week with The Ass today. They said they couldn't get me in till Wedensday, the jerks, so I had Heidi ask her doctor what was wrong with me when she went for a checkup today. I don't have emphysema or anything, just a really shitty cold. So that's good.
The house is in much better shape now, which makes us feel really good. There's 8 bags of laundry sitting in the corner of the bedroom, but aside from that, it's really nice to be able to walk around without having to step over junk. Hopefully we'll be able to keep it this way, 'cause once school starts for Heidi, there won't be time for big cleaning orgies.
Evan's been asleep most of the day. I should probably take advantage of that by going to sleep myself, but there's lots of little things I can putz with here that Heidi would really appreciate, so I'll probably take a shower and do that instead.
Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 02:52 pm
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