Here is a list of stuff I have written.

First of all, my obligatory Fanfiction.net profile. Pretty much everything I post to LiveJournal except my original stuff is posted there as well. If you're looking for recs, especially for Naruto/Sasuke (or the other way around) and Kakashi/Iruka (likewise) check out my favorite stories.

( List 'o Stuff )

FYI: for people who are not familiar with backdating (ie my family), this post is dated 2030 so that it will appear at the top of my journal so that anyone looking for one of my stories can find them. My most recent post will be found underneath this one. Sorry for the confusion!

Supposedly the Dvorak keyboard is more ergronomical. It will be faster to type once I learn than a qwerty keyboard.

I love the way this guy writhes around in pain, and then at the end is weakly begging to go to the hospital.

She's really cute.

I bought me a Toshiba netbook. It's really cute, and I like it a lot.

Spent all day yesterday puking my guts up. No idea why, but I suspect the lettuce someone gave me. Not just puking, I was having digestive issues at both ends, at one point I was using the toilet and cat litter box simultaneously. I'm sure you all wanted to know that :P

I'm feeling much better today, still weak, but not puky.

Apparently my computer is a total loss, so they're going to send me a new one. Probably not in time for PAX though. Thank God it was insured, so I'm not paying for a new one. My cat attacked my little plated lizard (see guy in icon) and ripped the hell out of his leg, but he's been recovering nicely. Said cat got to have 3 out of 4 legs stuck with various needles today, shots and being tested for FIV/FeLuk (negative) and will be having her girly bits removed next month. Oh, and I was pulled over for expired tags. Courtdate is Sep. 2 and I'm hoping to talk down the ticket.

This month has been pretty expensive, all things considered.

Is completely blocked by a car accident near Hall Blvd in Tigard. The car flipped over onto its side and is blocking both lanes.

My computer is in the shop again, so for now I'm not going to be online as much. Which is probably a good thing, all things considered.

It's just annoying, I doubt I'll get it back in time for PAX.

My violin and my pen are back!

So I picked up my violin from the luthier today. It turns out that my soundpost is, in his words, a piece of junk. So he replaced it. I could see what he meant when he showed it to me. It was whittled, and kind of chewed up looking (and how does a soundpost get chewed up?) and, he said, it fit kind of loosely. It was also very thin, thin enough that had I kept it in there it could have cracked the instrument. So he replaced it and gave me a $20 discount on it. Total bill (including recutting the bridge) $70.

Then I went to Ringler's Pub, partly on the off chance my pen might still be there, and partly because the food and beer are good and it was happy hour. I asked if they had it, and they did! So the server got a $10 tip. It was a $70 pen, so very much worth the tip getting it back.

So I'm happy.

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I lost my pen, my driver's license, and my favorite violin is in the shop.

GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

My PEN. My pen is something I haven't talked about much on my journal. My pen is a purple waterman fountain pen I bought a year ago for $70. It is my favorite pen. I carry it with me everywhere. I FUCKING NEED THIS PEN. I write with it (duh) in my favorite notebook. I keep different types of INKS for it. I love it. It's like my security blanket and IT'S FUCKING MISSING!!!

I think I left it at Ringler's Pub when I went to have lunch there. I called them and no one's found it. I'm going to call them tomorrow if I can't find it at home, and then I'll probably drive over to find it. I am seriously almost in tears over this. I love that damn pen so much.

My DRIVERS LICENSE. Of less importance then my PEN, except that it means that if I want to buy alcohol (which I need because my PEN IS FUCKING MISSING) I'll have to dig up my passport. Phooey.

My VIOLIN. Yesterday my violin bridge collapsed and took my soundpost out with it. In theory I could have fucked around with it some more and maybe gotten them both up, but not before I probably damaged something. So I finally did the sensible thing and took it to a luthier (that's why I had lunch at Ringlers, heh). Goosman Fine Violins. Looks like a very nice shop. He said I can have it back Wednesday.

Interesting thing about my violin, he confirmed what I thought, that it was old (he didn't say how old, I was originally told about 100 years but with no maker's label who the hell really knows) and that it was refinished nicely. He also told me a few things I didn't know, like that the seam in the back had been opened at one point and then closed very neatly. And there were some open seams in the butt of the violin that were the result of age, basically the top and bottom had shrunk at different rates then the ribs so they no longer met. Basically the only thing I can with it is to keep an eye on it and whenever the gaps get big enough to slid a card through bring it in and get it reglued.

Oh, and the reason my bridge kept collapsing? Whoever put it on in the first place cut the feet wrong. So of course it was tilting forward and falling over all the time. So the feet have to be recut, which is going to cost me $35, and placing the soundpost properly (it has to be moved around to find the best sound) will cost $25-40. Which is why I'm crying about my pen, because if it is gone I can't afford to replace it for awhile.

So yeah. Here is me, screaming my fucking head off.

And it's not my usual carpel tunnel either. That's on my right hand. THis is on my left.

You see, in elementary/middle school I played the violin. And for the last couple years I've been really wanting to play again, so last winter I went out and bought one. (Actually three, but lets not go there). And I have been practicing, probably not as often as I should, but at least a couple times a week. And one thing I've learned is that I was never taught the upper positions, only first. So, to correct that deficiency I purchased a guide for Third and Fifth position (I figure I'll learn 2nd, 4th, 6th, 7th, and if I'm really masochistic 8th at a later time). And it's funny, because the actual fingering isn't all that different then 1st, but my left wrist is screaming at me.

Not in that "Oh God something's WRONG" sort of way, no, it's in that "Oh hey, there are MUSCLES there! Who knew?" you get when you do a different exercise. Still fucking hurts and I can't play for more then a few minutes.

Still, my D-string is starting to sound really good. I haven't nailed 3rd on my G-string (go ahead and laugh, G-string), the fingering still sounds off. But boy does the D string sound nice. Can't wait to really learn the A and E strings.

The other reason I'm putting myself through this torture is because I have a fake book full of Beetles songs scored for the violin and I want to play them, but at least half requiring shifting into a higher position! Supposedly this is the 'easy' book... easy if you aren't a raw beginner coming back the violin after fifteen years away perhaps!

A pug pushing a stroller around is apparently perfectly ordinary.




X-posted to damnportlanders.

The Furry Bible.

Oh, and THERE'S AN ENTIRE SECTION OF LEFT BEHIND FANFIC, INCLUDING SLASH!!!

To put it bluntly, the unemployment rate of Oregon is over 13%. (that link shows the rate up to May, I know its higher now) I'm working for my parents right now remodeling a house, but when that's done I'm screwed. No other job. It sucks.

So, I'm seriously thinking about moving out of state. I was surprised to find that there are states that have unemployment rates that were 5% or less, so I think I'm going to move to one. Like the Dakotas, or Wyoming. Or somewhere else. I'd hate to move into a red state, but I may have to. I guess it depends on what the rent is in that state, I want a two bedroom apartment for less than $500 a month if I can get it.

If I move it'll be after PAX since we already have tickets and it would probable be too expensive to move across country and then come back for PAX. I'm going with my sister again. Anyways, there's enough of the house left to do to last the month I think, we have to paint the outside and put up the fence and probably a few other things that dad wants done. After PAX if I don't have a paying job I'm leaving, though.

5% unemployment rates, I can't believe it.