Snakes on a Plane!

So about five minutes ago my brother's ceiling fan fell out.

Yeah.

Other than that, it's been a relatively normal day. I got up at one by accident, wandered around because I couldn't use my computer because it was busy updating stuff to the external harddrive...and listened to music. And in the inbetween time, watched some more Naruto, because there really isn't anything to do around here and I don't like writing in the middle of the day. And my mom liked the Mother's Day dinner and the gifts. We got her the first season of House, a book of chocolate recipes, and some coffee. Woot.

I did listen to my Poe album earlier--the whole thing, which I haven't done in a while. I did it to find references to House of Leaves of which there are surprisingly many. Didn't get around to reading too much of it today, though I'm almost halfway through. The last chapter I read was pretty fucking amazing--it's one of the chapter's I've told you about, where there's about three words on a page. You never really realize how typesetting and stuff like that effects the reading experience, but it does. I'm noticing now that the typesetting changes depending on the mood. When everything is frustrating and clausterphobic and tense, there's a shitload on a page and all the footnotes are jammed together. Then you have pages like these, where there's an average of four words on an entire page (and it's a 7"x4" book too, thereabouts) you get this feeling of space as well as...well..."oh my god holy shit what the fuck." Anxiety I suppose. I mean I was reading it and I was actually like saying "holy shit" to myself. Eh, it's hard to explain. Read the book. I command thee.

On a complete sidenote, Orochimaru freaks me the fuck out.

Now that I've got room on my computer thanks to the external harddrive, it's back to the downloading groove. I'm getting the last few in this 1-50 chunk of Narutos, plus I'm downloading Azumanga Daioh because everyone talks about it but I've never seen it.

I know, you were saying to yourself, "damn it, just when I thought it was safe to go back to this LJ, she goes off spouting about anime again!"

I took a walk today, which is a great way to work out writing issues in your head, though I didn't actually work much out. I realized that I'm confusing myself with this new project because I never really verified who comes from what world. See, this new project which doesn't have a code name yet--it's got the spirit cats and Dark the fox and the girl, North--is set in a world where humans work alongside Folk, who are pretty much just people and critters who aren't human and have special talents. Thing is, there's three other worlds (borrowed form an old idea)--the Whod, which is where spirits and spirit critters come from (like our Kaiyss and Dark), Elysia (or the Elysian Plane), which as you can guess is just Death or what have you, and then the Fourth Plane which is mysterious etc. In any case, I'm not sure who comes from the "spirit world", aka the Whod--do all Folk come from there, or just spirity types? I dunno. It's something to consider, though I'm trying to focus on Mot. I need to rewrite a bit of the section I just wrote. Maybe I'll get on that tonight, after I examine this Azumanga Daioh phenomenon.

Also dyed Ips' hair today, light brown. Apparently I didn't fuck up this time.

I always said in Ithaca that California pretty much sucks and has little in the way of life, but when I took my walk tonight I realized I'd been wrong. I mean yeah, it's suburbia and there's a certain lack of animal life (except for the occasional cougar that wanders into the wrong part of civilization and gets itself shot to "protect the people" *koff* bullshit *koff*) but the trees and flowers are pretty. They like their gardens out here. I think I've developed more of an appreciation for things green in Ithaca. Probably cause Kate, Molly and Julie were squeeing over plants and flowers a lot. And the view. There's no view here. I miss the view.

So I managed to apply at B&N finally, though I haven't gotten around to applying to Borders. I'm also gonna try Sears and the library. Somewhere has to hire me.

And Boom!

I haven't addressed this whole phone companies in the pockets of the NSA story thingy yet. I have to admit, I kind of assumed the NSA had already asked the phone companies for the records. Hell, I assume they've been doing this for some time. It wouldn't be the first time the government has infringed upon our privacy, and this is the Bush Admin we're talking about.

But apparently there's new news. Apparently the NSA is using the phone records to infringe upon freedom of the press. I found this tidbit via SEB, and unfortunately I don't have a link to the story, but from what I read it sounds like the NSA has been trying to dig up confidential sources and informants that might leak stories--such as this whole phone record thing--to the press. Infringing on privacy is one thing, infringing on the First Amendment is quite another. Freedom of the press can't be limited without being lost (I think Jefferson said that).

In all honesty, though, I'm sick of ranting about our government. They're being shitheads and torching the Constitution--same shit, different day. I'm done with being surprised by this Administration's complete and total lack of integrity, honesty and responsibility. It sickens me.

Ehhh.

Anyway. I got nothing done today. Which is bad. I should have spent today out applying for jobs. I have an excuse, though; it's red and feminine and causes paaaaaiiiinnnn. Took about an hour for Advil to kick in, and then I went to the grocery store to buy food since we had none and I was craving chocolate (there's a pitiful candy aisle at Albertsons and an even more pitiful selection of chocolate, so I ended up buying brownine and cake mix. I'll be fat before this summer is over, *sigh*) I'm gonna get on the job thing tomorrow, as soon as I'm awake. I neeeed a job.

No reading, no writing, so not much else to report on. Although--I did see the first three Azumanga Daioh's last night, and it's an adorable show, if odd.

*Twitch*

Okay. Borders had damn well better hire me, because I just spent an hour and a half filling out their online application. Yes, an hour and a half. 37 pages of questions like "It is maddening when the courts let guilty people go" and "You work better in groups than you do alone." 37 pages!! If they don't hire me, point me in the direction of someone who will give me the last hour and a half of my life back. That's a ridiculous amount of time to spend on only ONE application.