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ridilyn's Journal Just got back from doctor. I have no swine flu. I repeat. I DO NOT have swine flu. So I still need a ride for the event. My number is 678-663-2196. call me I need a ride to the last ETN event. I can get a lift to your house just not to Tenn. That is if I don't have pig flu. Won't know that for sure for a couple of days since my daughter has it and had (note HAD) been sleeping next to me in the bed the past couple of days. Though if I do have it SORRY Billy and Crystal. Blame it on the Man. If you can give me a call at 678-663-2196 Karen here, this is for all those who want to get in touch with Raymond but aren't on my livejournal: So after being in the waiting room for 12 hrs.. In the actual ER for even longer.. Raymond finally got into a room at 4pm. They were just starting his steroids when I left at 10:30pm. So he's there for at least 3 days of steroids, poking, proding and scanning. He's on the 11th floor, section A, room 24, bed 2. The number is 404-616-2616 I think they turn the phones off for receiving calls around 9-10pm so try him during the day iffen ya wanna keep him from going stir crazy and annoying his nurses. We have to move everything from the condo into Karen's aunt's basement. If we can just get help moving the furniture then Karen can move the freaking ton of boxes herself if she has to. If ANYONE has some free time this weekend... especially if you have access to a truck or van.... Karen and I would appreciate the help. We HAVE to finish this move before next Friday when Karen drives back to AL. We don't have that much furniture. The hardest/heaviest things to move will be the china cabinet and buffet thing. Please. Raymond & Karen 678-663-2196 **posted by Karen since we still don't have net access at home. Finally. After getting everything on the new comp set up how I want. My keyboard, which admittedly was old, dies. :-( That's what the woman has. A fear of the unknown. Take for example food. how are you gonna discover new taste if you're not willing to experiment? Take the latest meal. She browned some ground beef, drained it, and added half cook rice. I suggested some green peas to replace the black beans (which I fucking hate) and she said ok. Then, oh my God, I suggested she add another ingredient. You would have thought I asked to chop up one of the pets. All I wanted to add were peaches. I mean come on. I know she eats them. Yesterday she opened a can. How the hell are you gonna discover new taste? Oh well. :-( Comp died. new comp now.
I realized I've been trying to replace gaming with CoH. A serious case of alt-itis. The true decent into insanity happened last week and ended today. I wanted to create a broadsword scrapper, who looked like a chicken, named Bagok, battle cry Cluck Cluck Cluck BAGOK!!! Imagine a max height chicken wielding a big ass sword. :-) Unfourtunately you can't make a toon that looks like a chicken :-( . What to do what to do? So I sent a petition to the devlopers ask for chicken costumes and decsribing what I wanted to do. Then I promply forgot about it and made a fire/fire blaster named AFlamingPieceOWood (a flaming fagot, get it) on another and harassed homophobes, well the few that got it. Then came an e-mail from NCSoft. First I was told that there will NEVER be chicken costumes. Second they asked if I knew Matt. (took me awhile to guess they were talking about Matt Miller, the lead designer of the game. Third they were changing the name of Flaming to AFlamingCarrot cause they got complaints. And fourth did Matt put me up to it. What makes this unusual was 1)the fact I got a response, 2)a response from the development team itself and not some nameless GM, 3)I made the attention of the fucking developers, 4)they have a sense of humor with Flamings new name and 5)what's wrong with chicken costumes. It also makes me realize CoH isn't enough outlet for my crazy ideas. I need a gaming group. A good tabletop game. I've accepted I'll no longer be able to play npc's like Testiclese and run around in rubber biker shorts challenging people to test their testicular fortitude (including Storm who kicked his ass). Good Times :-) Current mood: So for the past week a poem as been surfacing in my mind and I have no idea were it came from. I beg of you one and all. Please tell me where it comes from. (Breaks and punctuation are my best guess from how it plays in my memory) I know its not something I had to memorize in school. At least I don't think they would make us memorize something so militant. Then again I did spend 8 years at a Catholic school and I was one of the "select" what with dad being one of the higher ranking KoC, a deacon, and a member of the Catholic school board. Shudder. Another bad memory. I had a classmate named Richard Primus (I shit you not) whose dad was also a KoC. Last I heard he snapped, change his name and was living in a commune in Maine. Now he had it bad. "Your destined to be leader of of your generation". Anyway. If anyone can help me it would be appreciated. |
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