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Saturday, April 24, 2004
 
So close, and yet... so close...
I've almost gotten all of my layout compnants in place for my UI assignment. There is only one problem, in the form of a beligerant menu that, as yet, refuses to take up it's prefered size. So I gotta look for a way to make it so, because I can't fix the size (The example they've given us is a crappy interface in which the list all but vanishes if you shrink it). Bah.

But it's all mostly in place now, and I've only gott o work on implementing the functionality next. Most people would say 'but, Washi! You should have done that first!' and they may be right, but this assignment is all about the interface, the back end stuff is mostly just a bunch of arrays and is already implemented for us. So I want to get everything looking right befor I go messing anything up.

I'm an idiot. I was going to get a drink and some food while I was here, but alas, The uni is mostly closed on a Saturday - the uni bar and the Kaf certainly are, and the door to the Shop is sort of... locked. So I'll have to get a ticket on the bus and restock my bustickets on monday (I'll make sure I leave after 9 :P). But the bottom line is... I'm really, really hungry.

I've also finally learnt exactly where Pyramid Head is actually from. Go me.

I've had an idea for my next site layout. It's an idea I've been thinking about on and off for ages. And, as many of my layouts before have been, it will be based around one or two of my characters. So here's the question (I'll ask you first, and then put it up on my site - people who can stand me being a whiney little biatch deserve to get first say in how my site looks): Who would you like to see a layout themed around? So far, Julian, Tracy, Angel, E, Rafael, Rufa & Reifi, Jabari, Wasaki, Necro, Ashen and Adoni, Bran and Starr, even Darren (Who was used with Ledi's permition) and a couple of randoms have all been made targets. Any of my characters is viable really, even obscure or shiney new ones. If you have any preferences for one or two of my characters you'd like to see, feel free to tell me - you can Mail Me or, better yet, just drop your suggestions into that handy-dandy little tag board to your left ^_^!

No, I don't actually expect that to work. But I figure that SOMEONE is bound to stop by here eventually, and they may just have an opinion.

Anyway, I should probably get back to my Java work. I have to say Thanks to Vasillis Childe (Name changed to protect the person from any detramental association to my person :P) for the API - I haven't had a chance to look at it yet, but anything that lets me do this shiznicht from home is a dream to me.

Oh, have I told you how beautiful Project Zero 2 Looks?


No quote, I'm at Uni, foo!
Friday, April 23, 2004
 
It's been a while...



Your Years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Name
Age
House
Family Line
Dated Cho Chang
You are well known for Being the youngest Seeker after Harry Potter. Go you!!
Percentage of student body you shagged - 76%
How do the staff and students feel about you Will you Marry me?!?!!
This QuickKwiz by lady_ameily - Taken 12503 Times.


:: chuckle ::If I go Pureblood, I get to date Blaise Zabini, I excell at Quidditch, and people want to bear my children (Which is a-ok by me puppies :P), but I shagged less of the student body. Same occurs if I use Washi rather then my human name. Yay breeding stock purebloods :P And here's the kooky part... If I go muggleborn, I get a reputation for being the school slut... While only having slept with 15% of the school's population.

Eh, trivialties asside... I've finished my animation. Rejoyce! But now I have to get back to mu UI, so... Bai bai.
Friday, April 16, 2004
 
A-HA!
I now realise what I was doing wrong in my program last night. I was adding the wrong data-type, because my lecture notes didn't actually list what data type this method took, and it doesn't work like the ones we've been taught.

And how do I realise this?

The API! I don't know if I can access it from home yet or not, but I do know that I can access it from the uni computers. I hope that sin't the ONLY place I can access it, because that will just piss me off. I can't keep coming in to Uni just to finish assignments. I need to be at home, spend some time AWAY from the busses.

Bah. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll email myself this crap, so I dont forget.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
 
Still Full Of Rage, Now With Rain!
The API is still down. An assignment I thought was supposed to be submitted on Friday was supposed to be submitted Yesterday - meaning I'm a day late with no excuse except for confusing all my due dates this week. Rage levels very high. Exhaustion and despondace levels also rising. Need happy injection. Not sure where to find one, but thinking getting some nice photoshop time with a picture would be good... too bad I have to try to work through this stupid assignment first. May end up escaping to Liam's tonight after all.

Burnt myself cooking yesterday. Spilt hot oil on my arm, but I got some cream onto that quite fast. Also burnt finger on frypan. Every time, I say 'That's it, I'm not gonna cook any more, I'll kill myself!'. Every time I end up cooking again. I'm like an alchoholic, but with cooking. And probably about as plesant as an alchoholic when it comes to food ^_^;; I'm not good at it, I don't know why I do it. Probably because if I don't, no-one else will.

Tiiiired...

Okay, back to beating my way through these lecture notes to get the useful stuff. Stupid fecking API... Make me so mad. I kill now. Kill API good.

Working some more on Kelraan again. Will prepare game. Will likel never be able to run it, but...

Gah. Focus Washi, focus...


"I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on. "
~ Oscar Levant

Wednesday, April 14, 2004
 
So Very Full Of Rage...
I need the java API. This is one of those fecking 'Learning to learn' courses - We're expected to be very freidnly with the API. It tells us how to do what this fecking awful assignment wants us to do. Which is to say, I cannot properly do this assignment unless I have access to the API.

Why then is the thing not working? I can't really do this work untill it is, and I specifically got all the other crap out of the way early so I could sit here for a solid block of time and ferret my way through it. But the fecking API isn't there. The lecture notes are incomplete at best, and the only Java textbook I own doesn't list the advanced GUI classes I'm required to use.

The situation is most distressing.

...

:: sigh :: I guess I'll have to glean what I can from the lecture notes for now.

Meanwhile, I'm still in my PJ's. Although to be fair I've had a shower, so I more or less changed out of my PJ's... into my PJ's. Horay for holidays.

Aww, and I really wanted to go to Uni tomorrow... I have a lot of work to do on an assignment that, thanks to the Macromedia Website crashing my computer, I can only do there. I hate Necesarry Websites for courses - the net is too unreliable. It's easier and less likely to kill me to get to magill (Which is a long way from here mine puppies, believe me...)

Gah. Enough. I've got stress to accumulate.



The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not "Eureka!" (I found it!) but "That's funny ..."
~ Isaac Asimov

Tuesday, April 13, 2004
 
Abigail Oath
I am hired because I know what I am doing, not because I will do whatever I am told is a good idea. This might cost me bonuses, raises, promotions, and may even label me as "undesirable" by places I don't want to work at anyway, but I don't care. I will not compromise my own principles and judgement without putting up a fight. Of course, I won't always win, and I will sometimes be forced to do things I don't agree with, but if I am my objections will be known, and if I am shown to be right and problems later develop, I will shout "I told you so!" repeatedly, laugh hysterically, and do a small dance or jig as appropriate to my heritage.

~ Mike Sphar, re: Abigail's resignation letter
 
Blast Off, Commadore!
Easter is over. I'm tired. I have to get a wriggel on with work. Me no comprehende why the sound doesn't work on this computer. I'll move into the other computer room soon. Not that it matters today, seems I don't have the right sound on this computer. I'm such a moron.

Heard something this morning that may keep me smiling the whole day. "Is this like the dream where you were making custard with the monkey?" (This followed an earlier question of 'is this anythnik like that dream with the monkey and the custard?', spoken whle the dream was in progress.). I'm easilly amused, I see no need to hide this.

And people wonder why I say some messed up things. I just feel sorry for my characters.

Anyway, what else... Got a lot of chocolate. Arrived at Liam's on Friday to discover a large package that contained... a feckload of Anime. So spent most of the weekend watching that. Inuyasha, I My Me Strawberry Eggs (Which ammused us both greatly), Comic Party (Which was also quite good in my opinion - Had some rather amusing moments, especially those from the Special that involved the main cast running around in Bikini's if they were female, and towels if they were male. Just trippy.) Got to see some Gundam Seed too, which at least means that the multitudes of fanart for it thatI've seen have some context. And Kira has nice eyes. Yes, I'm hung up on his eyes - so shoot me.

Also watched some Star Ocean EX. The best part about that? Ashton Anchors. Perhaps predictable for me, but I love that guy. He's cute, he's a jinx/clutz, he has a barrel fettish (No, seriously... He honnestly believes the best part about traveling is getting to see all the barrels. He talks to them. It's so cute!) and oh, he has a two headed dragon grafted to his back who occasionally takes posession of his body and turns him into bad-ass monster killer. Or bites him.

K, happy fangirl rant over... Or... at least stalled.

Also saw some Earth Girl Arjuna. Which was interesting, especially for the twist on the magical girl angel that dictated that no one else could actually see the 'other-realm' parts - eg, when Juna was holding the bow, no one else could see the bow. Wasn't able to see a whole lot of that though. Made me think of The Never Ending Story 2 for some reason.

Had a minor revelation reguarding something I've been messing with. I'm stupid - very stupid. Horai the moron. Also drew. Horai the drawing.

Enough - back to the grindstone.

The light went out again...


"I never really understood how there could be things that would drive you insane just because you knew them until I ran into Windows."
~ Peter da Silva
Friday, April 09, 2004
 
All Resistance Drowns
My back yard is becoming a swamp. Seriously.

Our pool is suffering from cool-weather neglect. It's green... well, more brown green, and the bottom is carpeted with algae. The top is mostly scum and rotting things.

Now, this alone wouldn't make the whole backyard a swamp. My bro mowed the lawns recently... well, someone did anyway. And the grass cloppings have been piled up in a wheelbarrow. For the past week now. This has attracted a small procession of tiny flies to buzz around the pile of warm, rotting grass. So now we have... that overpowering sickly sweet smell that occasionally wafts over my guardedn, the slightly less sickly sweet smell of decomposing grass, a small army of tiney bugs, the gentle humm of my swamp/pool... Given a few more trees, I could start scientific expiditions through here.

Yes, I'm aware that, if I wante do, I could go through and fix the place up. There are a couple of reasons I don't. One being I'm piss-weak. I have trouble handling things like the pool cleaning equipment, the lawn mower and... okay, wheelbarrows. I tend to drop things. The other is that the yard is my Brothers perogative. I put dirty objects in their various cleaning machines on the odd occasion that I'm home. He mows the lawns one in a while when we start loosing the dor in theree and sets the creepy-crawly to work. I look around the rumpus room and ponder, once more, that I really need to remove all these chip packets. I'm gonna bring a plastic bag out here - All the school crap that ends up on the floor is one thing (I'll take responsability for a good half of that), but all the chop packets... my god, the chip packets...

I have a feeling someone who'se never seen my house before is gonna stop by one day, probably a onday after I've been away all weekend, and 1. The dog will have gotten into the bathroom and scattered my underware all over the house, and possibly in the back yard (That was wierd...), 2. she will have gotten into either the garbage bin or the toilet, and left bits of whatever she happened to find around the house (Poor mite must get really bored) 3. the livingroom will be swamped by chip packets and the plate from last nights frozen dinner that Travis didn't take into the kitchen (I don't use the living room much any more), complete with Liam's bottles of Boose, which he should really come collect sometime. The rest os a fairly constant clutter.

Well... Okay, People don't actually come around to my place - they expect me to go over to theirs. Fair enough I guess -_-;; But on the odd occasion someone DID come around, that's what would happen.

Hope that's entertained Ya'all. Blogginf was looked at on Mondo Thingo last night. It's now an official cultural phenominom :P Ah well, I enjoy it. Welcome to my digital world of... digitality. Bah.


"A man recovers best from his exceptional nature--his intellectuality--by giving his animal instincts a chance."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Tuesday, April 06, 2004
 
Short Monologue - Rafael to Nokoni
I’m sorry, I guess it’s easy to forget sometimes. Some of the others – it’s so obvious they were not born to this life. But you and I are soldiers, warriors for the real-born… I forget that you were once one. Still, it’s hard for me to think of you as the same as them. You’re not the same as them; you’re not some incidental fighter who couldn’t keep his head. You’re like us, Reuel and I and the old warriors who believed the fight was its own thrill, even though I know you don’t think of yourself as such. So that’s why, even knowing with certainty that you are a real-born, I have to ask… why do you have to worry about such things as what you have been told is right and wrong? Do you remember the way the people were before the others came? Before they bought their books and beliefs to you, do you remember what you believed? Why did that have to change? Do you think what you believed in times passed is less valid then what they taught you to believe? Or, more importantly, do you think it’s MORE valid then what your drive is telling you to believe?

I’m not saying to go against what you believe. That’s the one thing I could never ask anyone to do, real born or not. But question what it is you really think. Ask yourself this – is this the paradise they promised you? Is this the way you envisioned your reward for your life in service to their beliefs? For me, I always knew my purpose in life exactly. I am here to protect the real-born from the shadows. That’s why I was born, why I exist. In all the time I’ve existed, strung out in a line before me, I’ve seen nothing to indicate that it is otherwise. My life, from the moment I opened my eyes to this moment has supported my belief that this is my purpose. Has yours?

I am interested in continuing this conversation when you’ve thought about it, my old friend.



Raf can talk when he get's into the swing of it, ne? Yeah, I know - stupid. But I thought about it on the bus yesterday - Rafael and Nokoni just sort of sitting back, chatting - I'm really bumed I couldn't get more of their relationship into the 8 issues I've planned for TBE. Maybe I'll try to add more of it... I like the way those two play off of each other.

And yeah, I know that at the start it sounds like Raf's trying to convince Nokoni to do something 'against his morals'. Maybe he is :P Who knows with Raf.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
 
Down To The River
Me sitting in Liam's bed was creeping him out, so I moved down here. Howdy puppies.

I should probably do some of that homework I said I'd do. Inna bit.

Lotta things I should probably do. But I hear it's healthy to take a break every now and then. I'll get onto uni homework first - if I'm gonna be doing something I have to, then I'll be doing it because I'll be getting graded for it first and formost. Bah.

Anyway, that'll do for now. I have a bit of maintainance work to take care of.


"I walk alone in the garden of stones
I turn into the monster within
Life is too long for me "
~ Awakening, The Damning Well
Thursday, April 01, 2004
 
I Think I'm Gonna Die.
I've moved into this computer room. It was the only room that had a computer free when I looked. It reaks. Really, really badly. Well, when I'm here it does. Some one next to me needs a can of deoderant. I probably look kind of stupid sitting here typing with a scarf wrapped around my face, but it's better then vomiting in the corner.

There are a few things I really can't handle, and I'm afraid a really bad smell is one of them. That's why I complain about it so often. Y'see, my eyes are not the best (a combination of inherited myopia and a computer-screen education have left them with little ability to view distances), my hearing is okay, but has a tendancy to play tricks on me (I hear things that aren't there, or get that typical ringing), but it's the best in my family at the moment. That weakens my two dominant sences, leaving me with my three seccondarry ones - Scent, Taste and touch to pick up the slack. Touch is so-so - my body reacts to things in ways I concider to be unusual. Plus I get those typical 'phantom' sort of sensations, whcih can keep me awake while I wonder if that's a real insect or not. My sense of taste is perhaps hypersensitive - I can't handle foods that are even remotely spicey. And I'm not good with certain odors - bad BO and bad smells usually. I'm nod good with them. I mean, with a bit of work and a little bit of distance, I can get used to them. But I prefer not to.

Damn, I really hoped he was about to leave... but he's not... :: sigh :: I wish he would, I'm really kinda nausious...

I'm not exactly guilt-free in this area myself. If I'm not going anywhere, I may skip a days shower (Not if I'm going out of the house though - I'm not that mean). Exceptions to this are if I smell though - If I notice that I smell, then it's a fairly good sign that someone else will. And then I freak.

Bah. The moral is, my sense of smell is one of my healthiest senses. End.

"Wanting to fuck Johnny Depp doesn't confirm your sexuality, it confirms you're alive."
~ Jemisard, speaking words of Wisdom. Now, If I could only remember that Playstation controller comment I made...


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