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Via The Haunted Wordsmith.

All I have here is the Berkeley Law magazine, which just came in the mail. It will have to do in lieu of a book.

“It combined two things I really care about: ensuring copyright law doesn’t block otherwise legitimate fair uses, and preserving video games I grew up playing,”

It makes me happy to know that quoting this quote is within the realm of fair use, qua the quote itself, so the quotee is not going to be mad at me if he googles his quote one day to see if anyone is discussing its intellectual merits and finds it plopped on a cupcake, cats, and romance novel blarg. Actually it’s more of a cats, angry poetry, and weird flash blog these days, isn’t it? Hmm. How would you label this mess? I gave up as you can see from my relatively recently updated tagline. Am I allowed to use two ly-adjectives in a row? Can I haz ruling?

What the article is actually about, if anyone cares, is preserving deactivated video games. Bet you never thought about that. Well, other people have. That’s why they’re in law school and you’re not, pffft.

I wonder what happened to that old Ladybug game my mommy used to play. It was one of the first up. I’ll never forget the annoying chomp chomp chomp sound as the bugs nommed up all the things.

That’s all. ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿž

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Random Lunch Poast

I’m doing unexpectedly great with NaNo. Somehow, doing it in (private) blog poasts is keeping me from rereading my prior days’ output and deciding it sucks too much to continue. That’s mostly been why I haven’t made the 50K at times in the past, not poor time management. I’m still on track for this year’s 50K and will soon fly over my goal of 25K. Even if I end up somewhere in between, I’ll count that as a personal win. I’m really enjoying this story!

It’s suddenly turned cooler however, which means my apartment is freezing. I had planned to exercise to a video every day during November, as part of my yay-me plan, but I have not exercised at all. Being cold makes me tired and listless–like a snake, I have more energy when it’s hot. Luckily, my typing fingers still work.

I’ve finally become besties with my Mac, and I’m keeping mostly to my vow of using it for work, serious writing, longer emails, and record keeping, rather than cluttering it up with social media. I don’t blog publicly or tweet from there, or even read the news. I do want to download my music from the Lenovo backup drive though and I hope it won’t be a hassle. I miss my tunes. I know they’re all on CDs, but it’s not the same as just being able to play one without getting up.

It’s disturbing how we’re such slaves to tech. Just when I thought I was finally free of being dependent on anyone too. But if I can’t find my phone within 5 seconds of waking up in the morning… total panic. Oh, I left it charging across the room. Whew!

Triplets

Name three things โ€“ via the Blokey Guy:

You can dunk in tea or coffee?

– Chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, PB cookies. Tea only though – who dunks things in coffee? Psychos!

You can enjoy at a carnival?

– Sense of superiority, rolling my eyes, finally finding my car.

You canโ€™t enjoy when itโ€™s windy?

– Talking, walking, driving.

Your body canโ€™t do?

– Run much, push-ups, pull-ups.

You donโ€™t learn at school?

– Hot-wiring, lock-picking, safecracking.

You can put onto a pizza?

– Coconut, M&Ms, caramel.

You can eat with?

– Phone, laptop, TV.

You donโ€™t suggest you do at home blindfolded?

– Text an ex, stand naked at the window, sharpen my knives. Especially not all three at once!

That are important to you?

– Sumatriptan, Topamax, Advil.

That you love to do at the beach?

– Leave, depart, skedaddle.

That you do in the morning?

– Grab phone, look at news, go omg what a lying shithead!

That you every time you log in to your blog?

– I use the app, so I’m never logged out, lol, but generally I check notifications first, then mosey through the reader for a bit, and lastly drag an idea out of my brainpan for a poast. ๐Ÿ˜œ

Carrot Cake Rant

I wasn’t looking for anything extraordinary, just a carrot cake recipe made with almond flour. Google, google, google. No! I do not want paleo recipes made without sugar (yucky) or vegan recipes made without eggs (ick). I cleverly redid my search with minus signs in front of those words.

Why are all the recipes for two-layer cakes? My annoyance is burgeoning. I minus the word layers and put in the word sheetcake. OH PARDON ME IT’S TWO WORDS. (I left the one word here to be funny. I am funny! People have said. Many people.) A million recipes appear and each one has a list of one million ingredients each. Why do I need half a thimble of magic glitter from a hummingbird’s wing to make a FUCKING CARROT CAKE? I want to take a blunt instrument and smash my computer to bits, but I can’t because my daughters gifted it to me after I destroyed my last one.

Also, why do recipe bloggers jabber on in enormous essays before the text of their recipes? NO ONE CARES about your vacation in Chattanooga or wherever the fuck to visit Aunt Mildred. Just put that on another page along with stories about your dog and your gallbladder operation. We are only here for the recipe! That’s what we googled! And no one needs to see a macro close up photo of your pan. We all know what a pan looks like. And a spatula stuck in batter. JESUS F. CHRIST.

Okay, so maybe I need a mentor to show me how to internet. Idk. Why is it so hard to find things anymore? I can’t find good vids on YouTube these days. Recipes are a pain in the ass. The only thing that still works great ~ actually better than ever ~ are maps. Google maps. I use them constantly. Not to get anywhere, silly. Why would I want to leave my apartment? (There are people out there, gahhh!) But to have the characters in my stories go places and do things.

My NaNo protagonist has to go up to Fresno for a funeral. Then she’ll be off to Aruba and it has to sound legit. I can’t go to Aruba myself to research there personally, though if anyone has been to Aruba feel free to leave me some cool deets. No deets necessary on Fresno. I’m doing great, btw… almost 6K words, hopefully 7K by the end of the day!

I did find the almond flour sheet cake carrot cake with a normal number of ingredients, if anyone cares. I will make it soon.

Dragons in Disguise [flash 158]

The mischief-maker chuckled. This particular escapade he called “the carrot and the shtick” — a treat, a trick, a prize, and then an avalanche of troubles.

“Bwahahaha!” His shoulders shook with mirth. How he loved playing these gory games on unsuspecting victims who fell for it every time. They were always so trusting!

He knew he was supposed to help these poor people, not consider them his opponents, but he was weak, and that wasn’t his fault. He blamed his father, who had hardly paid any attention to him and let him play video games all day and night. Now, each new call for assistance was a chance to slay another dragon in disguise!

There came a knock, and another mischief-maker stood in the doorway with an identical shine in her eyes.

“Hey, friend, ready for lunch?”

The two naughty cohorts sauntered off, chattering and giggling about their morning’s work, as they passed by their departmental sign:

“HAPPINESS ENGINEERS”

QOTD: Top Pet Peeve

Found here (via Sparks).

I try to follow poasting rules, I really do, but to me pet peeves are like potato chips: you can’t pick just one! Maybe I can limit the list to my top 5. We shall see.

1. Rude, aggressive, honking drivers. This includes tailgaters, idiots who must zoom around you only to exit, jerks who honk at you to turn right on red when it isn’t safe, etc.

2. People who wear too much perfume. ๐Ÿคฎ

3. Disgusting selfish pigs who litter, and in particular the numpties who throw trash on the ground when the bins are right there. This, I do not understand at all and it infuriates me. ๐Ÿคฌ

4. Any computer program or website that loads the least bit slowly just to drive me out of my freaking mind!

5. People who are going to compare items 4 and 1. Gahhh! I hate that!

Missing Seven Hours

This is what Fandango illustrated the other day. I’ve been missing big chunks of hours in my WordPress app during the night. Now that I’m used to the convenience saving poasts in a tab for later commenting and/or linkage, I am not at all inclined to return to reading in my browser. I’ll just live with it until they fix it. But I’m not happy and everyone should know this. ๐Ÿ˜ข

Octolage 21-25

Here is the next set of pics for City Sonnet’s October photo challenge in collage form, my new artistic mode.

Key:
21. Maroon
22. Beach
23. Rain
24. Breakfast
25. Apples

To tell you all a secret, I’m not having as much fun with these as I was earlier in the month. A couple main issues. One, I’m not a Real Photographer like some of you, and so I’ve run out of currently stockpiled pics, which means I am reduced to doing things such as snapping photos of apples in Target like a freakazoid. Two, I’ve also been going through the photo scrapbooks I made when the girls were little and taking crappy pics of pics with glare on them and cropping out ex family. Three, google photos won’t allow me to collage in my own order. No matter in which order I choose the photos, it collages them its own way. Annoy!

I have a bunch of rants on standby, but idk if I should poast them and ruin the light and fluffy image I’ve so carefully cultivated and nurtured lately. Cupcakes and kittens 4ever! ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒธ

For the NGDGU File

It’s not an emergency but… just when I’ve gone out of my way to explicitly praise the WordPress app several times here and in comments to fellow bloggers, it’s quit working properly. I can still poast just fine, which is the most important thing, since peeps would surely have the big sads without their fix of meeee, but my reader is all screwed up.

Here’s the haps. I open it up and get a few dozen new poasts, like from the past hour. All good. Then it leaps to poasts from 12 hours ago with nothing in between! If I close out and return, I may get a few randoms from the missing hours, out of order, but… ughhh. Yesterday I didn’t get the prompt poasts, but luckily someone had a story with them all in it, so I saved that. Today I can only find the one I used in my first line. I’m missing Scott’s and Fandango’s and Sheryl’s and others.

DO NOT LIKE. Bad app is bad.

The Obsession with Sound [ranty rant]

I cop to being unusual, but I really do not understand the internet’s obsession with sound. Here we have the perfect medium for the written word and yet people relentlessly attempt to undermine that, day in and day out, with audio. Whyyy???

I mock all of you who can’t go five minutes without listening to music or babble. Hell, I teased my own children about this, not that it did any good. Apparently they were able to get great grades with their awful tunes blasting as they worked, idk how. BACK IN MY DAY, I studied in silence as the goddess intended.

It drives me bananas when I click on a link, believing I’m going to be reading a nice article, but instead a horrible video starts playing. ICK!!! Of course I have my phone on silent, but that’s not the point. The point is… why do so many of you prefer to be yapped at rather than read something at your leisure?

I almost did a lengthy music poll the otter day from a fellow blogger until I realized, meh, I don’t care enough about music to answer all these questions. I’ll tell you guys a secret too, since you’re my extra special blog readers: sometimes I don’t have any music ๐ŸŽถ on in the car. I just drive along, accompanied only by MY OWN THOUGHTS. Pretty damn scary, eh? Well, I’m a tough old bird. Ask anyone.

Now before anyone misreads this and concludes I hate music ~ I don’t. I simply am not obsessed with it. I enjoy music some of the time. (Audio clips of news items pretty much never ever.) I have a minimal amount of trivia stored in my mind about some oldies, but not a lot and idc. This makes me a mediocre player at many of the music trivia games. Boo hoo. Last couple years I’ve been enjoying a little bit of country music (when it has amusing lyrics) and a little bit of classical (no lyrics). But again, I have no knowledge of these genres. There is nothing more irritating than mentioning I like something to a rabid fan, and then they dive into an enormous boring lecture on the thing. MUTE BUTTON PLZ!

Oh look, I segued into a secondary rant there. It happens. Actually rather a lot. ๐Ÿ˜‚

The takeaway? Silence is next to godliness, even for an atheist. Especially one who gets migraines.