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chrryblssmninjaI revamped my profile! It’s really more listy and talky than I’d like, but it gets the job done. Sometime later, I want to squeeze those lists onto image banners that'll look all nice and pretty.
If you like chocolate, you must read this: Expensive chocolate..exposed! Dude, food fraud is so not cool.
I like how they put a link to Scharffen Berger when referring to companies that actually make their own chocolate. And the actual Dallas Food article is extremely informative. And they had a link to Chloe’s website! She’s this big time chocolate connoisseur that I’ve read about before, and now I know her website…
In other food news: Nooooo!!!
And now for the long talky post, just the events of yesterday and today:
I woke up from a strange dream Christmas morning.
There was some random mystery solved by Buffy and her Scoobies, but it was of little significance. Following that was a dream where I tried to sleep in my old house and there’s something about a radio playing many languages and I hear an alarm and I have to collect these shiny small gold coins on the carpet.
And then I was on a sunny planet, with plants and sand and giant stone formations. I’m in a fighter jet, and the whole look of everything is a mix of Halo and Star Wars and BSG. I hear the commands, and our fighter shoot these pale purple lasers and I find this canyon and our main ship gets there and we fight and we win.
Fake wake-up, in a dim room. I see what I assume are Christmas presents placed around me on my bed. They are various figurines of cartoon/comic fighting girls, similar to stuff I’ve seen but not any actual character. Two of the figures are “invisible,” meaning that they’re made out of clear plastic while their costumes are colored plastic. There’s also a black Red Bull X-fighters shirt that I end up wearing.
So, three different interpretations of the word “fighter.” Hmm.
When I looked outside that morning, it was past 7:30 A.M and the sky gave a pale pink cast to everything. After an hour or so, that light became white and gold.
Giftage? A Batman shirt (yay!), a big box of assorted Scharffen Berger chocolates (mmm…), $20, a dream journal, more candy, Soul Calibur 3 for PS2, and a cookbook for chocolates and cakes. So yay overall.
Our friends’ Christmas party was really crowded, especially when the three dogs were running about. But it was alright, with lots of talking and answering the adults’ questions about college and trying to strike up short conversations with people closer to my age. I mainly watched the little toddler Rebecca, playing with her and making sure she didn’t fall on the stairs and stuff. Some of the people were playing Dead Rising, which was very interesting to watch, and then Gears of War, which made me want to play.
Party yearly traditions:
1) Sang Happy Birthday to Jesus around a birthday cake
2) Sang our own version of 12 days of Christmas. I got the number 2, so I went the easy route with “2 bars of chocolate.” Some people added skeletons, GPS systems, beer, candy canes, Captain Jack Sparrows, horseshoes, etc. My brother couldn’t think of anything and just said “8...cows. Milk-giving cows!” hahaha
3) Running around, trying to give gifts to people, including the people we don’t know so well but they come every year and chat a bit so we sort of know them and yeah. My mom also has a few extra gifts in tow because our friends bring unexpected girlfriends/more friends/more cousins/cousins’ friends.
There was a foosball table in the garage and I watched as my brother beat everyone. It was getting cold, so I went inside and found a copy of the first issue of “Batman and The Spirit.” It was by Jeph Loeb, who can be good, and Darwyn Cooke, who is usually good. The comic was alright, not super great but not bad either. Cooke’s art style fit both title characters’ worlds well, but I expected something more from these two guys. Oh well. Also got to read some of the Sunday Chronicle.
My mom also mentioned that I wanted to go to Comic-Con with some of our friends again this summer. I was surprised that she remembered this, as I had only thought out loud about it a long time ago. When my brother started talking about it like a week before yesterday, I tried to quiet him down, saying “maybe, I’m not sure.” We’re having problems with the car and money right now and it’s hard to work with Mom’s vacation schedule and I was thinking that maybe we shouldn’t go.
But yeah, yesterday she asked them if they wanted to do it again, and they said sure. So now I’m thinking and researching about what day we should go. But that guilt feeling is still there…gaah…
I went upstairs to watch some of the guys play video games. Eventually we got to playing 4 person Halo 2 multiplayer. The first two games were the usual, with me fightig not to get last place but still having fun. Then, on the third game…
I was winning.
At times I would melt into this ninja zone where I’d spot someone and start following them and shoot them or beat them with the hilt of my gun. It was an awesome feeling, being in tune with what was happening. No one (except me) noticed that I was the leader until I was at, like, the 22nd of the 25-kill total. Then, someone overtook me for a short while, and I heard my parents downstairs saying that we needed to leave soon. Soon I reclaimed my leading position, and then shot the last person for the win.
Everyone was shocked, and I was so happy. And I told my brother that our parents wanted to leave soon. But it turned out that I was the only one who heard them. So I was able to notice the standings and the sounds from downstairs while being able to win. I want to use the word awesome again.
Back at home, I watched some of the rock music videos on MTV Tr3s. Hee, there’s an mpreg ending to the New York-style video for “Dos Corazones” by Fobia, a band that sounds like The Strokes + dancey neo new wave with Spanish lyrics.
Then I watched Video I, the Bay Area indie film show. It featured the documentary works of the organization Citizen Film. The first two films were from their New Jewish Filmmaking Project for the SF Jewish Film Festival. An odd choice to program on Christmas Day, but hey, the films are good, so whatever. The first was Poumy, about a German Jewish girl who grew up in the Alsatian region of France. She led an interesting life, which included helping the French Resistance. What made this documentary work so well was that they let it flow like a story being told. The second film was Klaira’s Story, a film about (and partially made by) a teenager named Klaira. She’s a Russian Jew from Ukraine who moved from Kiev to San Francisco when she was eleven. The film is an honest look at her current life, trying to maintain her ethnic identity while becoming American.
The third film was from Citizen Film’s internet short film project Irons in the Fire. It was an interesting presentation of an interesting poem. You can see the info on the episode here, just scroll down to episode 7. Oh, and the show takes submissions!
Found out my grades when I went on the internet some time after.
A- in Intro to Social/Cultural Anthropology
A in World Regions, Peoples in States
B+ in Japanese
Other classes: P for pass
Big phew.
Today is (well, by the time I post this, was) the day after Christmas. Boxing Day in other countries. The Feast of St. Stephen.
And Free Food Day.
You see today while shopping, the self-serve machine at the supermarket showed that the frozen pizza we bought was $6.99. But the sticker by it in the freezer said 2 for $10, so $5 for one. A store employee came and after trying to fix the problem, she fetched the manager and… they gave it to us for free. It’s a relatively small pizza, though. So later on my dad used a coupon for a free Crispani pizza at Panera so he could eat too.
Oh, and before that I used my Tapioca Express Buy 10 get one free card to get some free pearl tea. And when my dad was getting coffee at Starbucks they had free sample of shortcake that was way way too sweet. Hey, it isn’t Good Free Food Day.
Afterward I watched some of the extras on the DVD of M I borrowed. But we had to return it today, so I couldn’t see everything. But I did get to learn a lot about the film and about German film in the 1930’s, and also oh my gosh see Peter Lorre speak French, which was yay Peter Lorre!
The next batch of (mostly soccer) icons will come soon. But if you didn’t catch it before, I posted 40 Lost icons here on Christmas Eve. I tried some cool effects with these icons, hope you like them.
If you like chocolate, you must read this: Expensive chocolate..exposed! Dude, food fraud is so not cool.
I like how they put a link to Scharffen Berger when referring to companies that actually make their own chocolate. And the actual Dallas Food article is extremely informative. And they had a link to Chloe’s website! She’s this big time chocolate connoisseur that I’ve read about before, and now I know her website…
In other food news: Nooooo!!!
And now for the long talky post, just the events of yesterday and today:
I woke up from a strange dream Christmas morning.
There was some random mystery solved by Buffy and her Scoobies, but it was of little significance. Following that was a dream where I tried to sleep in my old house and there’s something about a radio playing many languages and I hear an alarm and I have to collect these shiny small gold coins on the carpet.
And then I was on a sunny planet, with plants and sand and giant stone formations. I’m in a fighter jet, and the whole look of everything is a mix of Halo and Star Wars and BSG. I hear the commands, and our fighter shoot these pale purple lasers and I find this canyon and our main ship gets there and we fight and we win.
Fake wake-up, in a dim room. I see what I assume are Christmas presents placed around me on my bed. They are various figurines of cartoon/comic fighting girls, similar to stuff I’ve seen but not any actual character. Two of the figures are “invisible,” meaning that they’re made out of clear plastic while their costumes are colored plastic. There’s also a black Red Bull X-fighters shirt that I end up wearing.
So, three different interpretations of the word “fighter.” Hmm.
When I looked outside that morning, it was past 7:30 A.M and the sky gave a pale pink cast to everything. After an hour or so, that light became white and gold.
Giftage? A Batman shirt (yay!), a big box of assorted Scharffen Berger chocolates (mmm…), $20, a dream journal, more candy, Soul Calibur 3 for PS2, and a cookbook for chocolates and cakes. So yay overall.
Our friends’ Christmas party was really crowded, especially when the three dogs were running about. But it was alright, with lots of talking and answering the adults’ questions about college and trying to strike up short conversations with people closer to my age. I mainly watched the little toddler Rebecca, playing with her and making sure she didn’t fall on the stairs and stuff. Some of the people were playing Dead Rising, which was very interesting to watch, and then Gears of War, which made me want to play.
Party yearly traditions:
1) Sang Happy Birthday to Jesus around a birthday cake
2) Sang our own version of 12 days of Christmas. I got the number 2, so I went the easy route with “2 bars of chocolate.” Some people added skeletons, GPS systems, beer, candy canes, Captain Jack Sparrows, horseshoes, etc. My brother couldn’t think of anything and just said “8...cows. Milk-giving cows!” hahaha
3) Running around, trying to give gifts to people, including the people we don’t know so well but they come every year and chat a bit so we sort of know them and yeah. My mom also has a few extra gifts in tow because our friends bring unexpected girlfriends/more friends/more cousins/cousins’ friends.
There was a foosball table in the garage and I watched as my brother beat everyone. It was getting cold, so I went inside and found a copy of the first issue of “Batman and The Spirit.” It was by Jeph Loeb, who can be good, and Darwyn Cooke, who is usually good. The comic was alright, not super great but not bad either. Cooke’s art style fit both title characters’ worlds well, but I expected something more from these two guys. Oh well. Also got to read some of the Sunday Chronicle.
My mom also mentioned that I wanted to go to Comic-Con with some of our friends again this summer. I was surprised that she remembered this, as I had only thought out loud about it a long time ago. When my brother started talking about it like a week before yesterday, I tried to quiet him down, saying “maybe, I’m not sure.” We’re having problems with the car and money right now and it’s hard to work with Mom’s vacation schedule and I was thinking that maybe we shouldn’t go.
But yeah, yesterday she asked them if they wanted to do it again, and they said sure. So now I’m thinking and researching about what day we should go. But that guilt feeling is still there…gaah…
I went upstairs to watch some of the guys play video games. Eventually we got to playing 4 person Halo 2 multiplayer. The first two games were the usual, with me fightig not to get last place but still having fun. Then, on the third game…
I was winning.
At times I would melt into this ninja zone where I’d spot someone and start following them and shoot them or beat them with the hilt of my gun. It was an awesome feeling, being in tune with what was happening. No one (except me) noticed that I was the leader until I was at, like, the 22nd of the 25-kill total. Then, someone overtook me for a short while, and I heard my parents downstairs saying that we needed to leave soon. Soon I reclaimed my leading position, and then shot the last person for the win.
Everyone was shocked, and I was so happy. And I told my brother that our parents wanted to leave soon. But it turned out that I was the only one who heard them. So I was able to notice the standings and the sounds from downstairs while being able to win. I want to use the word awesome again.
Back at home, I watched some of the rock music videos on MTV Tr3s. Hee, there’s an mpreg ending to the New York-style video for “Dos Corazones” by Fobia, a band that sounds like The Strokes + dancey neo new wave with Spanish lyrics.
Then I watched Video I, the Bay Area indie film show. It featured the documentary works of the organization Citizen Film. The first two films were from their New Jewish Filmmaking Project for the SF Jewish Film Festival. An odd choice to program on Christmas Day, but hey, the films are good, so whatever. The first was Poumy, about a German Jewish girl who grew up in the Alsatian region of France. She led an interesting life, which included helping the French Resistance. What made this documentary work so well was that they let it flow like a story being told. The second film was Klaira’s Story, a film about (and partially made by) a teenager named Klaira. She’s a Russian Jew from Ukraine who moved from Kiev to San Francisco when she was eleven. The film is an honest look at her current life, trying to maintain her ethnic identity while becoming American.
The third film was from Citizen Film’s internet short film project Irons in the Fire. It was an interesting presentation of an interesting poem. You can see the info on the episode here, just scroll down to episode 7. Oh, and the show takes submissions!
Found out my grades when I went on the internet some time after.
A- in Intro to Social/Cultural Anthropology
A in World Regions, Peoples in States
B+ in Japanese
Other classes: P for pass
Big phew.
Today is (well, by the time I post this, was) the day after Christmas. Boxing Day in other countries. The Feast of St. Stephen.
And Free Food Day.
You see today while shopping, the self-serve machine at the supermarket showed that the frozen pizza we bought was $6.99. But the sticker by it in the freezer said 2 for $10, so $5 for one. A store employee came and after trying to fix the problem, she fetched the manager and… they gave it to us for free. It’s a relatively small pizza, though. So later on my dad used a coupon for a free Crispani pizza at Panera so he could eat too.
Oh, and before that I used my Tapioca Express Buy 10 get one free card to get some free pearl tea. And when my dad was getting coffee at Starbucks they had free sample of shortcake that was way way too sweet. Hey, it isn’t Good Free Food Day.
Afterward I watched some of the extras on the DVD of M I borrowed. But we had to return it today, so I couldn’t see everything. But I did get to learn a lot about the film and about German film in the 1930’s, and also oh my gosh see Peter Lorre speak French, which was yay Peter Lorre!
The next batch of (mostly soccer) icons will come soon. But if you didn’t catch it before, I posted 40 Lost icons here on Christmas Eve. I tried some cool effects with these icons, hope you like them.
