Ree’s musings

playing catch-up

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 23:54:44 +0000

I got a PlayStation 2 so um yeah.

No, that's not a typo: a pea ess two, not three. Yes, I am behind the times. What else is new?

A PS2 wouldn't be huge news for most people, but the last time I've been able to rent a video game, it was for the Super Nintendo. (I have a PSone but I got it used, well into the PS2 era.) I went to the rental place today and was shocked at the number of PS2 games they still rent out. I think I'm going to have some fun. (I was also shocked that they want $40 for their old, rented-out GameCube copy of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. I bet I could get a better-condition copy for $25 or less, and that's including any shipping fees.)

You guys, I was able to swing a copy of Persona 4! It's been out in America for less than a year, and I'm playing it, and I own it, and there are swears and other things to earn its M for Mature and that weirds me out like whoa. I grew up under the diktat of Nintendo censorship, so with every "bitch!", my eyes dart sideways and I wonder how this slipped past the censors. Heh. I guess I'm just too set in my ways.

Persona 4 is lovely, by the way. Turns out some of the things I liked in EarthBound, like enemies visible on the field (as opposed to random encounters) and gaining advantage in battle by sneaking up behind enemies, are alive and well here. I may go back and snag a copy of Persona 3: FES as well, before the prices get out of hand. I sort of want to get further in P4 before committing to another game in its series, but sealed, reasonably-priced copies of P3 and P3:FES won't be available forever...

On another note: I have two PS1 games with bad scratches. On my PSone, the first will play haltingly until a certain, unskippable cutscene, where it will hang forever; the second won't run at all. On my PS2, however, the first shows no problems at all; the second, a fighting game, will let me configure options and select fighters before hanging on a "CD Error" screen. I have no idea why this should be, but I'm very impressed with the backwards compatibility. My PSone is now in storage since my PS2 does everything even better! :)

ReeToes is a happy ReeToes. If nobody hears from me for another month, assume I'm holed up with Persona 4, GameFAQS, a case of Cherry Coke Zero, and a huge, dippy grin on my face. You won't be far wrong.

adrenaline, Adventure, and appraisal

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:11:11 +0000

Busy day today.

I played Dance Dance Revolution. In public. It was awesome and I find myself needing a home game containing some version of "Butterfly" - preferably not the speed mix I pounded my feet to today, but some other version.

I paid $3 for a secondhand Atari joystick game, one of those self-contained jobs that just needs batteries and a television. I knew there was a chance it would be a model containing Adventure, and a chance that it would not. Turns out mine has Adventure. (The bat in Adventure is as annoying as ever, but he didn't stop me from returning the Enchanted Chalice to the Golden Castle. Thrice.)

I saw a video game today priced at $39.99. I already own a copy, purchased a few days ago for $9. I could sell it, unsealed, for $30 or more.

Basically I totally win today. Now to bid on that perfectly perfect video game console set, in hope that my streak continues!

poem #59

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 08:48:20 +0000

I think that every line I write
Must be the opposite of bright.
I'm not sure why; perhaps that I
Have loaded up my brains with stuff.

(The subverted rhyme relies on non-American pronunciation. No, I'm afraid I'm not particularly sorry about it.)

why I stay with Tabulas

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 20:42:23 +0000

Roy asked, "Out of curiosity, for those of you are still using Tabulas ... why?"

Maybe I'm taking the question more seriously than it was meant, but my immediate reaction was that I should think about this. I'll try to give a considered answer.

I initially began using Tabulas as a way to crosspost to LiveJournal and Xanga. Semagic wasn't a good option for me because I wasn't always using the same computer, but a web-based crossposter was perfect. Unfortunately, Xanga never appreciated crossposting and often made changes that broke crossposting to Xanga. I've long since given up on posting to Xanga, although I continue to crosspost most of my entries to LJ. The majority of my blog comments are made on my LJ crossposts, no contest, which is why I continue to make them. But back to Tabulas.

I like Tabulas because it's sort of self-contained. Want to edit the CSS of your layout? Sure, go ahead; you don't need any offsite web host for that. Want to show off pictures of your last party? Go ahead and use your own personal gallery; it's there and it's free. Blogroll? Just add the bookmarklet to your browser and click it when viewing your friends' sites. They don't even need to be on Tabulas and you don't need to know any HTML. Profile page? It's part of your personal site and uses your chosen template, unlike profile pages on LiveJournal or Blogger.

When I use LiveJournal, I feel like I've been given permission to use a fixed area: no content pages, no image upload unless I pony up, ads all over, my profile in the site's layout rather than mine. On LJ, I must do things LJ's way. Meanwhile, my Tabulas feels like freedom: to design, expand, and rearrange just as I like, with a minimum of exceptions (I must always leave the grey navigation bar visible and usable, which is exactly the way I want it anyway; it's half the size of LJ's equivalent and at least twice as useful). Don't use the gallery? Then remove the link to it. Want your blogroll on its own page instead of your sidebar? Easy as pie. LiveJournal wishes it had that feature!

I also like helping the Tabulas community. I figure megalithic sites like LiveJournal have a wide user base and any number of experienced Support volunteers sharing their knowledge, but Tabulas, being smaller, has fewer experienced users to assist, and I seem to be one of them.

For example, I've sort of slipped into the role of wiki moderator. Why? Because the spam was getting a little crazy and someone needed to keep it under control, or it would start to reflect badly on Tabulas and make it hard to find real information. Wikis make it easy to revert spam, but nobody else has done it yet. So I did.

And, well, all the improvements that have been going up lately and are still to come! Communities, template sharing, interests, user directory, filtering for friends-only entries... I'm just pulling these out of posts on my friends' page rather than looking for anything in particular. But this? This is what happens when Tabulas brushes its teeth, combs its hair, and starts picking out the perfect dress shirt. This is Tabulas pulling itself together.

I wouldn't dare miss it.

for my mother

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 17:42:07 +0000

My mother.

I don't know where to begin to describe her. She's a lofty example to aspire to: an excellent cook; a careful, safe driver; the best mother I could have.

I mean that, though I'm not sure she quite believes me. There are other mothers who are better equipped to handle a child who is profoundly disabled, or to help a child discover disparate parts of their racial identity, or shield a child against paparazzi. But I am not any of those children. I don't need those particular protections. For who I am, I could not ask for a better mother. I would want no other mother.

She has embraced me when I was at my lowest ebbs and cheered me on toward my highest peaks. Somehow she still loves me, despite knowing me better than anyone else knows. I live in awe of her selflessness and compassion. She's more than just the best mother I could have: she is also my friend, one whom I prize.

There is not an inch of my skin that is not written with my mother's genes, not a memory in my head that is not somehow shaped by the way my mother raised me, and I know that I am much improved for it. If I am sometimes petty or cruel, it is in spite of her teaching and her example; she raised to me know better, although I sometimes shamefully ignore that. And if I am occassionally caring, diligent, or generous, it is because my mother taught it to me.

If girls learn to mother from their mothers, then I know that I would be a strong, loving mother. Following her example could achieve no less.

If I thought it would make my mother happy to hear me yelling her praises from the rooftops, I would do it even now, at three in the morning in the pouring rain and pounding thunder. My mother did teach me to be sensible, however; if I must yell, I will wait for a saner hour and a drier roof.

I wish that I could write her a poem declaring the wonder I feel for her, something beautiful and rhythmic and worthy of her. But my poetic talent is insufficient. Anything I write would not be good enough to adequately convey the way I feel. Even as I write this piece, I keenly feel its flaws, but I hope it conveys what I mean regardless.

Someday, Mom, I will get things collated into that poem you deserve. In lieu of that, you have my endless admiration.

I love you, Mom. Thank you so much for being Mom.

sparks flying

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:38:42 +0000

It’s technically early morning for me as I write this, so it was last night when thunderstorms, golf-ball—sized hail, and threat of tornadoes all spun through my fair town. The hail sounded like a fleet of angry pixies beating the snot out of the walls, like Tinkerbell in the throes of ‘roid rage. Awesome.

When the storms had begun, I shut down my computer and unplugged its surge protector, ensuring that no lightning strike could travel down the wire and damage my lovely Helen. After the storms cleared, I plugged it back in.

People, I am not exaggerating even a tiny bit when I say that it threw up sparks and an audible pop. I screamed a little bit and dropped the thing like it could burn me, because I thought it probably could.

This is probably the time that the clock plugged into that outlet abruptly stopped displaying time, and the light in the bathroom spontaneously went out.

Luckily my brother helped me out, or I would still be pitifully questioning why everything has to go wrong at once. In this case, it went wrong together because it all came from a single cause, simple as that.

My brother insists that the faulty surge protector smells like smoke and fail. He’s not wrong. As he reminded me, it smells very like the used caps from the cap guns my brothers had, years ago.

He had fun tearing the thing apart with a knife and wire cutters, to prevent anyone from mistakenly using plugging it in again.

Everything is fixed or replaced now. If I can just get some sleep, I’ll have had a decent day.

getting orderly

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 06:44:44 +0000

My mom's computer had gotten sluggish, but no longer. Its previously 3/4 full hard drive is now around 1/2 full, because I deleted some music files I'd forgotten. Oops.

I keep some backup files on my webspace, mostly exports from online services: Tabulas backup, browser and del.icio.us bookmarks, that sort of thing. I probably haven't updated the files on my server since January or maybe February, though. Must get that done sometime when I am slightly more alert and it's not stupid o'clock in the silly morning.

I have a new layout on my Tabulas (new since May or so). Thrillingly, I discovered that an old Tabulas layout editor bug (which destroyed the Holly Hack) has been bug-zapped! That freed me to redo some old WordPress-to-Tabulas layout ports; I'd used them at the time but didn't dare publicly release code that broke every time it was edited. But now it all works and is awesome! I'm planning to post two layouts, since their markup is very similar. After that I think I'll be out of ideas. I need to find a new open-source layout resource because old resource is old and offline. :( Suggestions please?

Insomniac post is tired. It needs caffeine and comments.

About

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 03:15:22 +0000

(Call it a road map)

gone for a week

Thu, 14 May 2009 15:28:28 +0000

I'll try to catch up with the Interwebs when I get back. I'll try - I expect it to take me awhile.

If the fecal matter impacts the air turbine, email me; I'm able to check that occasionally from the road, but blog comments aren't quite so convenient for my little DS Browser.

birthday lunch

Tue, 12 May 2009 19:29:24 +0000

Okay, fine, world: yes, I am another year older.

Dad called me today—twice, because I missed answering the phone at first—to wish me a happy birthday. He took me out for lunch, just the two of us, and I had a Mountain Dew just when I was a kid. (Except that this Dew was Diet so it wouldn’t be so hard on my teeth.) We talked about travel, food, remodeling, and everything else, which no doubt breaks quantum physics in some way but we did so there.

I did find out why his wife had known my birth year: the present he gave me today was one of those “things that happened the year you were born” books. Aha. That solves that mystery!

I feel so special. I know that it’s not good to feel like a super special snowflake; what I mean is that I feel that I am special to my dad. It’s nice to have a strong reminder of that, so I can better fend off my massive insecurity.

As I told my dad, I wasn’t looking forward to this birthday—but if adding one to my age means I get to have a special meal out with my dad, then it's totally worth it.

In fact, I'd like to have a birthday every month now, so that I can have more one-on-one time with my dad. I can think of something that happens every month that I would gladly switch around to happening only once a year...