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Apr. 8th, 2002 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellFinished Sui2 last night, minus about eight stars. Dammit. Well, that's what replays with walkthroughs are for!
And remember when I said I hadn't seen any obvious Milich-grade screaming queens in 2? I hadn't met Simone yet. Mmm-hmm, game, you say "fancy lad," I say "gaygaygaygaygay." Dude, at least Milich was butch enough to use a SWORD, as opposed to flinging roses at people.
I missed Vincent, but if what I keep hearing about Simone/Vincent is true...
............................dude. Who tops!?
Excuse me.
And, non-Suikoden-related:
I've been dreading this. I have not looked forward to it.
But it needed to be done.
It had to be done.
That's right, kids...Sarah rearranged the living room today. Or at least, the important parts.
Some of this shit hadn't been moved since I put it there five years ago, and let me tell you, folks, there was some scary shit lurking behind some of the furniture.
On top of that, the "I need to rearrange" bug also made an "I need to clean" bug mandatory, as I couldn't see carpet in about half the living room. Ask Moo. She saw it.
9:00 AM - Get call from Boss #1 telling me that, as it was thundering-lightning-ing-pissingdownhousepets (no bullshit--thunderstorms don't wake me up, and this one did--FOUR TIMES), he didn't expect me in to work today. I thanked him, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
9:02 AM: Telemarketer calls. BAH.
9:30 AM: Get up, get Dr. Pepper, popcorn, and Frappuccino at the corner quickiemart to fuel me.
10:00 AM: And so we begin. Clear path to little bookcase and ancient little cubical cow trunk.
10:30 AM: Move nonfunctional TV (note to self: tell ex-Mate to get it the hell out of here), cow crate, and blue trunk thing to bedroom to get them out of the way. Dismantle little bookcase.
11:00 AM: Decide to reuse parts of little bookcase as shelves for big pipe bookcase. Clear shit off big pipe bookcase, vacuum where it's going to go. Move bookcase, put on new shelves, toss old crummy ones, put shit back on big pipe bookcase.
12:30 PM: Smoke. Look at huge pile of shit that didn't fit back on big bookcase. Weep.
1:00 PM: Move old computer to bedroom; may or may not hook it up. Clear shit off old computer desk. Dismantle.
2:00 PM: Give huge pile of ex-pipe-bookcase-dwelling-shit the hairy eyeball again. Eye dismantled computer desk. Sigh, reassemble old computer desk in new location, shitcan half the pile and arrange the rest in, on, and under the old desk.
3:00 PM: Move one chairfutonthingy to bedroom where it is immediately claimed by Mini-Me. Vacuum expanse of carpet revealed in the last two hours and spritz with apple cinnamon carpet fresh foam shit.
3:30 PM: Smoke, eet popcorn, dread moving table that this computer sat on to now-empty corner. That fucker weighs a ton.
4:00 PM: Procrastinate.
4:45 PM: Major trash run. Four bags, plus printer that hasn't worked since 1996 but made a great footstool. Notice that sun is out.
5:00 PM: Poke at Caller ID; notice that I had apparently turned the ringer off after the telemarketer called and work called in the meantime. D'oh.
5:15 PM: Clear computer and assorted bullshit off this table, wipe down, ponder how to get it through the gauntlet of furniture that can't yet be moved too far. Inspiration strikes. Stand table on end with mighty grunt and heave, tip over on side, remove legs. Drag top over, reattach legs.
5:45 PM: Nearly kill self trying to get table back upright and in proper position. Large, curious cat underfoot is not helping. Move computer to table, hook up.
6:30 PM: SMOKE, GODDAMMIT. Ponder what to do with drawing table; decide to leave it where it is. Eye huge pile of crap that was under this table. Weep some more.
7:30 PM: And now, I begin to set the Geek Haven up here in the corner. Unplug lava lamp, VCR, TV, stereo, and PSX from power strip. Move power strip. Move stereo. Discover that a very bedraggled speaker wire is the reason why the left speaker cuts out. Chop speaker wires down to unfrayed wire, reattach. Set stereo-kun up under table. Bring PSX-kun and VCR-kun over, start running wires behind table. Fret when I see that the AV cable that connects VCR-kun and stereo-kun is a three-footer. Get the two connected, but worry that when TV-kun enters the picture, the wire will no longer reach.
8:00 PM: See that my fretting was in vain when I bring TV-kun over and hook everything up. Turn everything on. Pop a CD into PSX-kun and attempt to turn him on. ... ... ...Sarah, the PSX has to be plugged in before it will work. Plug in lava lamp and bask in its glow as I smoke and ponder the homemade !gyro in the fridge. Look over Geek Haven. Smile proudly. Turn around and look over the carnage behind me. Weep. Notice that there is some interference if I have TV-kun and monitor-kun on at the same time. Move the two as far apart as possible, not much difference. Eh, it's not too bad.
And remember when I said I hadn't seen any obvious Milich-grade screaming queens in 2? I hadn't met Simone yet. Mmm-hmm, game, you say "fancy lad," I say "gaygaygaygaygay." Dude, at least Milich was butch enough to use a SWORD, as opposed to flinging roses at people.
I missed Vincent, but if what I keep hearing about Simone/Vincent is true...
............................dude. Who tops!?
Excuse me.
And, non-Suikoden-related:
I've been dreading this. I have not looked forward to it.
But it needed to be done.
It had to be done.
That's right, kids...Sarah rearranged the living room today. Or at least, the important parts.
Some of this shit hadn't been moved since I put it there five years ago, and let me tell you, folks, there was some scary shit lurking behind some of the furniture.
On top of that, the "I need to rearrange" bug also made an "I need to clean" bug mandatory, as I couldn't see carpet in about half the living room. Ask Moo. She saw it.
9:00 AM - Get call from Boss #1 telling me that, as it was thundering-lightning-ing-pissingdownhousepets (no bullshit--thunderstorms don't wake me up, and this one did--FOUR TIMES), he didn't expect me in to work today. I thanked him, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
9:02 AM: Telemarketer calls. BAH.
9:30 AM: Get up, get Dr. Pepper, popcorn, and Frappuccino at the corner quickiemart to fuel me.
10:00 AM: And so we begin. Clear path to little bookcase and ancient little cubical cow trunk.
10:30 AM: Move nonfunctional TV (note to self: tell ex-Mate to get it the hell out of here), cow crate, and blue trunk thing to bedroom to get them out of the way. Dismantle little bookcase.
11:00 AM: Decide to reuse parts of little bookcase as shelves for big pipe bookcase. Clear shit off big pipe bookcase, vacuum where it's going to go. Move bookcase, put on new shelves, toss old crummy ones, put shit back on big pipe bookcase.
12:30 PM: Smoke. Look at huge pile of shit that didn't fit back on big bookcase. Weep.
1:00 PM: Move old computer to bedroom; may or may not hook it up. Clear shit off old computer desk. Dismantle.
2:00 PM: Give huge pile of ex-pipe-bookcase-dwelling-shit the hairy eyeball again. Eye dismantled computer desk. Sigh, reassemble old computer desk in new location, shitcan half the pile and arrange the rest in, on, and under the old desk.
3:00 PM: Move one chairfutonthingy to bedroom where it is immediately claimed by Mini-Me. Vacuum expanse of carpet revealed in the last two hours and spritz with apple cinnamon carpet fresh foam shit.
3:30 PM: Smoke, eet popcorn, dread moving table that this computer sat on to now-empty corner. That fucker weighs a ton.
4:00 PM: Procrastinate.
4:45 PM: Major trash run. Four bags, plus printer that hasn't worked since 1996 but made a great footstool. Notice that sun is out.
5:00 PM: Poke at Caller ID; notice that I had apparently turned the ringer off after the telemarketer called and work called in the meantime. D'oh.
5:15 PM: Clear computer and assorted bullshit off this table, wipe down, ponder how to get it through the gauntlet of furniture that can't yet be moved too far. Inspiration strikes. Stand table on end with mighty grunt and heave, tip over on side, remove legs. Drag top over, reattach legs.
5:45 PM: Nearly kill self trying to get table back upright and in proper position. Large, curious cat underfoot is not helping. Move computer to table, hook up.
6:30 PM: SMOKE, GODDAMMIT. Ponder what to do with drawing table; decide to leave it where it is. Eye huge pile of crap that was under this table. Weep some more.
7:30 PM: And now, I begin to set the Geek Haven up here in the corner. Unplug lava lamp, VCR, TV, stereo, and PSX from power strip. Move power strip. Move stereo. Discover that a very bedraggled speaker wire is the reason why the left speaker cuts out. Chop speaker wires down to unfrayed wire, reattach. Set stereo-kun up under table. Bring PSX-kun and VCR-kun over, start running wires behind table. Fret when I see that the AV cable that connects VCR-kun and stereo-kun is a three-footer. Get the two connected, but worry that when TV-kun enters the picture, the wire will no longer reach.
8:00 PM: See that my fretting was in vain when I bring TV-kun over and hook everything up. Turn everything on. Pop a CD into PSX-kun and attempt to turn him on. ... ... ...Sarah, the PSX has to be plugged in before it will work. Plug in lava lamp and bask in its glow as I smoke and ponder the homemade !gyro in the fridge. Look over Geek Haven. Smile proudly. Turn around and look over the carnage behind me. Weep. Notice that there is some interference if I have TV-kun and monitor-kun on at the same time. Move the two as far apart as possible, not much difference. Eh, it's not too bad.
