DoctorV

We're back. Things went off mostly without a hitch. (There were hitches, but I'll only expand on them if I decide to write a longer post about this.)

big_ringer was asked to be a pall bearer. He was honored, my grandma was appreciative.

The sliver of silver-lining to my uncle's death is that it got the family all together for a while, and I liked being able to see them. Passed around my email address in hopes that I would hear from them again before a similar event necessitates us spending time together.

Have been hellaciously tired the entire time for some reason. Figure I should be feeling functional again by Thursday, so I'm going to call work on Wednesday and ask when they need me in again.


I think this post could probably be better arranged, but I'm still a bit scattered and tired, and focusing enough to shift things around seems epically daunting right now. So...I think I'm done for the moment. Oh right, point of the post is that I'm back in town and have 'net access again. No LOLcats today, Google 'em yourself if you want.

Discovered I have a cousin who lives about an hour away, so big_ringer and I will be heading up to North Texas with him. This is much preferred over taking Greyhound, which would have been probably somewhere over twenty-four hours round-trip and over two hundred dollars.

We leave tomorrow (Saturday) morning. Funeral on Monday. Then we'll probably be heading back Tuesday/Wednesday-ish. So don't expect to hear from me again until Wednesday at the earliest.

I'll be bringing OMAX¹ with me, so I may get some stuff done. Depends on how busy things are and whether I'll have any free time that needs eating like a starved man at a buffet. (Seriously, keeping busy is how I'm getting through this.)


As I said before, thank you, everyone, for the kind words and thoughts. They have helped, believe me.

Has LOLcat/Star Trek crossover.²



1. My laptop. Laptop is OMAX, mp3-player is Skeets. Have not yet named the printer/scanner.
2. Ha, I totally got your hopes up, didn't I?

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words (I think I stole that line from a movie). Found out that the funeral will be this Monday. Yeah, short notice. Was not expecting things to move that quickly.

In any case, I will most likely be gone all weekend and a bit into next week, depending on how much my boss is willing to work with me on taking some time off.

What I said in my previous post still holds true, I will be participating in everything I have said I will. The only effect this will have on anything I've committed myself to is if something happens over the weekend while I'm away, and possibly putting me a few days behind schedule on some things. Though I will do my best to catch up if that happens.

So...yeah. That's it. Thanks again.

LOLcat with LOLdog.

Okay, going to do this and get it out there while I remember and am stable enough to do so. May expand on the matter later, but for now it's just quick and to the point.


I found out yesterday (Wednesday) that my uncle died. Do not yet know when the funeral is, but I will be doing my damnedest to be there for it.

big_ringer has been endlessly supportive since I found out, and I cannot articulate how much I appreciate it.

I will continue participating in everything I have been thus far, and will continue to do my best to meet all deadlines and fulfill all responsibilities. Keeping busy seems to be helping, so I'm gonna go with it.

When I do find out more, such as when the funeral is, I will update with the information.


And...I guess that's it. ...Here's a lolcat.

Today is the day that I realized I look vaguely like Jon Stewart if I don't wash my hair for a day.

No seriously, it's fuckin' weird. o_0

I want to write a book on genetics for the sole purpose of naming it "Building Your Own Master Race For Fun And Profit!"

...But seriously, genetics is totally fascinating. *_* (And I would totally name a book that. Because I am a horrible person.)

Okay, so you may remember a post a while back speculating on Comedy Central being the Q Continuum and political figures as the Federation. If not, and if you don't want to click and browse through many comments worth of babble and plotting, here's the lowdown: Stephen Colbert the character (the loud, poorly-informed egomaniac, not the nice man who plays him) is a Q with a mancrush or something on First Officer Rahm Emanuel of the USS Hope. Jon Stewart is also a Q. STUFF happens.

There, you're caught up. *handflap* Here's a poster/cover with the working title on it:

http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g39/doctorvpics/dreamingofQposter2.png

In all its slap-dash thrown together lolstastic hed paestde on yey glory. (I was told I should post it, so I am. And yes, I made the background myself. I used a tutorial and still fucked it up.)

I think my pina colada juice is making me sick to my stomach. :( Dammit, I like it.

Also, I need a new program to extract .zip files, my trial version of WinAce has crapped out on me. *headdesk*

Things that are addictive:
Fandom!Secrets (which, incidentally, is far superior to LJ!Secrets)

TV Tropes

Metaquotes


It is now five hours later and you have done nothing productive. You're welcome.

AND LO did the heavens open up and yea didst they piss mightily upon any who dared defy their fury by braving the elements on bicycle. And verily, looking as like a drowned rodent, did the Doc behold this might and fury and gaze upward, speaking only the words "fuck you."

Okay, so really it started the other day. I'm going to call it Monday because I lack the ability or motivation to really keep track of mundane things like days of the week. Is today Wednesday? Anyway.
So big_ringer and I were out of town this past weekend. A friend graduated. We cheered her on. Holy christ graduations are boring. Kay Bailey Hutchinson (sp?) spoke. I stand by my previous statement about the boringness of graduations. Anyway, we got home sometime maybe around two in the morning and I had work the next day at...I think ten? In the morning. Moving on. It started on Monday (my first day back at work).

So I'm hanging tags on the bread and we (in File Maintenance) had discovered earlier that the price audit¹ scheduled for the next week had in fact been moved up to...I think today, actually. We had about...maybe half the tags checked? Dunno. Back to my point. I'm hanging tags on the bread wall and my manager comes up and asks if I can make sure that I get all the tags and stuff up on...Tuesday? Tuesday night. Which is when I work from six at night to two in the morning. I agree because sure, why the hell not? I hate leaving before I've finished everything anyway.

Well Tuesday comes and I'm actually at work on time. Early in fact. So I have enough time to buy some drinks and stick them in the cooler in the office upstairs. Did I mention the stairs? I have to go up and down those stairs easily a dozen times each shift. I don't like stairs. On a good day, they're just an annoyance that I can tolerate by holding the handrail and not imagining tumbling to my death. On a bad day, they cause intense pain in my knees, I have to cling to the handrail to avoid something that might be a minor case of vertigo, and my imaginings are particularly vivid of what should happen if my foot slips. Stairs bad. Rur.

I got tangental again. ( And this looks to be long, so I'll put the rest under a cut. )

And that was my day.


1. Price audit means that people come to our store and check all the price tags on the shelves and make sure that they are accurate.
2. Scanning for signs means I go around with a scan-gun and make sure that all the endcaps³ have signs and that the ones that do have the correct ones.
3. Endcaps are the displays/shelves at each end of an aisle.
4. I named my MP3-player Skeets. What of it?

Home. Sleep now. Work tomorrow.

This post is to continue a conversation in an f-locked community (rahmbamarama) without flooding the original poster's inbox with inane chatter that may or may not turn into an actual fic. Fandom is fake news and politics crossed with Star Trek. ...Yes really.

( Comedy Central is the Continuum. Think about it. )

So I ended up spending part of last night sobbing all over big_ringer's shirt for no apparent reason. ...Aren't crazy, whacked-out emotions fun? *sigh* Hoping this isn't a sign of things to come.

It's difficult sometimes to read or write about colors.

For one thing, I'm also an artist. So any colors I picture are going to be very precise. So your sky is the color of a bruise? At what stage? Fresh and pink, or has it gone all yellowy-purple? She's a blond? Bleached? Dirty? Are there highlights? Is it the color of sunlight shone through a thin sheet of dripping honey? How black is your black? Is it black jeans gone through the wash and worn soft? Is it morning shadows black? Is it an all-encompassing black of starless space, suffocating in its nothingness? These are details I will think about.

But language is at times an imperfect medium. Every person's experiences are different, and they carry those with them throughout. Every word they speak or hear is colored by that experience. Nuances mean something just slightly different to everyone. I could tell you my giant dice keychain is the color of the half-sucked sliver of a watermelon Jolly Rancher, but that wouldn't mean jack to you unless you've seen one. (Yes, it's pink. It was a gift. The tackiness appeals to me.)

And for me, sometimes language goes just a step further and misfires in my brain. I'm not dyslexic that I know of, that's not how I mean. I mean for some reason, I will hear a word and think it means something it doesn't. Connections are made where there shouldn't be any. There are two color descriptions I know of that misfire in my brain: vermilion and cornflower blue.

...I think vermilion is a shade of green and cornflower blue is yellow. Cornflower blue is easy enough to figure out. I've seen corn, it's yellow. I saw it before I'd ever even heard of a cornflower. So my brain just assumes that a cornflower is yellow. Vermilion...that's a bit trickier. Possibly I'm drawing some sort of parallel between "vermilion" and "verde." Who knows.
(Vermilion is actually a red/orange and cornflower blue is, obviously, a blue.)

Here, have a list of colors as defined by Wikipedia. ...Hexadecimal codes for colors should, in theory, (you would think) make it easier to communicate to someone with a different set of experiences just what color you mean. But then...you can't rely on the monitor of the next person to be set up exactly as yours is.

Think about it.

I want to make you fall in love with a character. To not only feel like they're a real person, but that they're a part of your family or one of your closest friends. Then I want you to weep bitter tears as you realize I am neither a kind nor benevolent god to my creations and take joy in your cries of agony as I rip your still-beating heart from beneath your ribcage and whisper lovingly in your ear, "They are gone forever and you may curse my name and swear to never love again as you once did, but you will feel it all again and more, and you will beg me for the privilege." I want you to know this to be true and be broken by it...and then anxiously count down the days until I visit such exquisite pain upon you again.

Gay Education

It's almost four in the morning and I am amused by this.

How is it that I got less than five hours of sleep last night and I'm more awake than after I got nine? o_0 My body continues to confound me.


EDIT: Oh! Hahaha, oh man, wow. Way to go, me. It was the subject of the previous entry. XD Nice.

RAIN! GODDAMMIT, RAIN! DX

WHY DO I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT? GODDAMN! o_0