urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn evidently it's interesting watching me overcome character traits raequinn 2008-08-19T03:25:36Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:192034 2008-08-19T03:23:58Z 2008-08-19T03:25:36Z &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <i>Unless you intend to kill him immediately thereafter, never kick a man in the balls. Not even symbolically. Or perhaps especially not symbolically. <br /><br /></i>Robert A. Heinlein<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Friday<i></i> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:191623 2008-08-17T03:01:50Z 2008-08-17T03:01:50Z <span style="font-style: italic;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That for every moment of darkness we shared between us, there was a moment of such brightness I almost could not bear to look at it head-on.</span><br /><br />Carolyn Parkhurst<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Dogs of Babel. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:191420 2008-08-06T23:04:05Z 2008-08-06T23:04:05Z <ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>21:04</em> Hi for the multiposts issues of last week: sorry, it's a bug because I didn't plan for a twitter outage &gt; 24h (rate limit changes) <a href="http://twitter.com/loudtweeter/statuses/878889230">#</a></li> <li><em>21:08</em> Loudtwitter's author is now an happy father: <a href="http://icanhaz.com/cutebaby">icanhaz.com/cutebaby</a> that's why support office is closed for a while. 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It was pretty slow today, then everyone went home, and I spent the last hour jumping from one ticket to the next. In a way I perfer it that way, cause I know where everyone is - it's easy to plan out stuff in my head. Also it makes time fly by. <br /><br />I spent most of lunch reading the end of The World According to Garp. I've got about twenty pages to go. It's a great book, and my favorite line - <br /><br />In this dirty-minded world, she thought, you are either somebody's wife or somebody's whore- or fast on your way to becoming one or the other. If you don't fit either category, then everyone tries to make you think there is something wrong with you. But, she thought, there is nothing wrong with me.<br /><br />While, I could say a lot on the thoughts that evokes within my head, I think it stands alone well.<br /><br /> I kept yawning at my desk, so at lunch I also picked up a rather large, very yummy English Toffee Cappuccino. Upon consuming half of it, I remembered I very rarely drink coffee this days. Queue bouncing, stuttery Rei-chan. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:188568 2007-06-24T05:53:37Z 2007-06-24T05:53:37Z I have been at work exactly 40 minutes, and have already been called sweet heart, darling, and honey. When I pointed this out to Ventura, he said, "Alright, Cupcake." urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:188350 2007-06-22T08:27:48Z 2007-06-22T08:27:48Z So here's what I thought. I thought since it's been so long since I posted, and there's drama right now, I would go through my old lj/diary entries, and you would get a best of Rae post. I thought wrong. I've spent the last day or so reading 2002, and it really made me realize why I keep journals/diaries. I came across so many things I'd not thought about in so long, or else completely forgotten. I like that reminder, that paper trail if you will, even if it is completely biased.<br /><br />I'm gonna attempt to blog/write every day, even if it's not for public consumption. Even those silly absurd entries let me home in on what I was feeling, what was going through my mind. Keeping that in mind-<br /><br />June 21st<br /><br />I woke up about 11, let the miss out, and sat in front of my computer for way too long, rushed around about 12, trying to find something cute to wear in case I made it out to Fast Eddies, did makeup. Alas, I suspect this was a fatal mistake. Awful horrible rain on the way to work, arrived 2 minutes late, but in one piece. There's a photo crew there for some company we work, taking pictures for their next 'business solutions' ad, I stare because they are neat artsy hip people. One or two of them stare back, then there's a camera three feet in front of me for the next five minutes. I ignore, in hopes they are shooting something behind me. The guy in front of me asks what they are doing - don't worry about it, the guy says. I continue to ignore. An hour later, I'm handed a release form, they take a Polaroid and staple it to the form...<br /><br />We went to a team building event - baseball game. Roundrock express? The guys I'm sitting with assure me the pants aren't really tighter on TV. I don't think they notice. Every inning is some companies commercial, tons of kind of lame prizes are handed out for kind of cute contests. My eyes roam from one ad to another, and I wonder... When I was all of eight, and saw the Cardinals in St. Louis, was it this commercial? I don't think so, but maybe then I was overwhelmed from being in the big city without my parents, with my best friend's dad, who I seldom saw. I look at the kids enjoying the game, cheering, laughing and I'm sure they don't see that they are stuck in the middle of one big advertisement. During the eighth inning, I decided it was time to jet, 79 wasn't built for the traffic after the game.<br /><br />I stopped on the way to the bar to grab a pack of smokes, well and pay for it too, they kind of frown on you just taking them too. I walked in to overhear this clerk talking to a young man, and a little girl. "She's not your daughter, is she?" I think the guy mumbled something about her being his step daughter, the clerk said something about him being so young and the girl looking to be about ten. The guy hustled out, the little girl beaming, perhaps because the clerk paid her some attention, or maybe cause he guessed her age right, or possibly because he referred to the young guy as her father. I found myself hoping she keeps her smile, hoping that small difference in age doesn't cause her pain in the future, and then deeply ashamed that thought would even cross my mind.<br /><br />Then I made it to Fast Eddies. Though I have to say this toll road stuff is bullshit. I remember countless reassurances before it came in that none of the roads we currently drive on would be pay for play... why is it then I would have to pay to exit Louis Henna southbound on 35? Fast Eddies... I drank, talked to Bunny, they boys played pool. Supposedly Mando won bunches. I'm gonna hop in the bath and read, and soon it'll be a new day all over again. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:187751 2007-02-26T10:02:14Z 2007-02-26T10:06:26Z So... evidently there's been some concern that I've been less then present. I would like to refer you to the pamphlet you received shortly after becoming friends with me, "Caring for your Rae".<br /><br />WTF? You didn't get it? No wonder everyone tries to feed me after midnight.<br /><br />Well, as it pertains to current concerns, I'll relay a bit of that very important document.<br /><br />So you've chosen to befriend a Rae. Congratulations!<br /><br />blah blah blah<br /><br />It is important to know, for unknown reasons, at certain points in time, your Rae may become quiet and elusive. While scientists are working very hard to find the reason for this somewhat hermit like behavior, it is essential that you understand that this reflects nothing on you! In fact, it is rumored (although there is no official data at this point in time) that such times may rejuvenate your Rae. Be sure that your concern when this occurs is greatly appreciated but unanswered phone calls, emails and test messages are an unfortunate side effect of these time periods. Worry not, these times do pass, and your Rae of sunshine will be yours once again! As a side note, in studies it seems that 'smelly' gifts - particularly those from Lush.com, may shorten these down periods. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:187567 2007-01-12T08:23:40Z 2007-01-12T08:23:40Z An update in the life and times of little Miss Rae-<br /><br /><br />I washed my phone. Yes, it's very clean now... and no it doesn't work. So I've been without a phone for almost a week now... waiting on the new one. Net went down tonight too, so I feel just completely out of touch with the world.<br /><br />Bear and I have fallen into a bad habit. She's bratty and drives me crazy for the first part of the time I have off, and then we're cuddlely and best friends after that. I know that it's because she's overexcited because I'm home.. and it takes a bit to get rid of that extra energy. I think I'm gonna try to start taking her running, or have an extra hard play session at the beginning of the weekend so I stop considering dropping her off on some corner the first day I'm home. Not that I would ever do that.. it's just the thought crosses my mind every once in awhile :p Specially when she gets out. I swear. Three times out of five when she gets out, she somehow picks up a friend. She's the only dog I know that collects other dogs. And when I find her, they're just following her along. The last one I tried to approach snapped at me, so I've been leaving her midday cohorts alone. Never the same one twice tho.<br /><br />I've been in a down swing. Not mood wise, but I'm finding myself more and more wanting to stay home. No surprise for Miss Rae.. You'd think, but I find it surprising since I was going out soooo much for a bit there. Work may be a factor, I worked almost 12 hours of overtime last week. *Insert five million work type thoughts I just had*<br /><br />There's just so much I need to do. It's overwhelming, and unappealing.<br /><br />I did however, thanks to a gift card from my cousin Will, purchase two new books from authors I love. Charles de Lint, and Neil Gaiman. Anansi boys, I devoured. Widdershins, I'm savoring slowing. And that's the difference between to the authors, Gaiman is quick quick, half the time the protagonist doesn't know what's happening. De Lint is descriptive and enveloping. I've known some of his characters longer than I've known some people I consider very good friends. Every one of his books is stand alone, but they mostly take place in a world I happened across when I was 18.<br /><br />So my two days off were full of books, WoW, not killing Bear time and bubblebaths. Not a bad way to pass the time, but seriously... next weekend no computer or books til the chores are done. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:187187 2007-01-07T11:29:00Z 2007-01-07T11:29:00Z I have really been meaning to post my annual year in review type thing. Or really anything that would let you know I'm still breathing and such. But, (are you ready for the excuses?) I've been working lots.. and when I'm not working.. there's that whole WoW thing... not to mention the hundreds (prolly thousands) books published each day that I must read. And oh, the bubble baths I must take, the cuddle sessions with Bear. It's seriously a wonder I have time to breath. The blogs I must read, old movies I have to see for the tenth million time, the songs that cause me to pause and reminisce.... Honestly, how much time does one girl have?<br /><br />But lest you worry, I have given much thought to the last year, life in general and the people I miss. All common fodder for a Rae type post, and shortly there will be a summary of all the above. Plus current Bear type stories, such as how I'm still living after forcing her to wear a diaper. Rae type lamentations about how I'm missing someone who done me "wrong, wrong, wrong:" and if you're really lucky a Ms. Parker snippet or a quote or two.<br /><br />Til then, I'm hoping the new year is finding you healthy, wealthy and wise. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:186811 2006-12-20T06:30:56Z 2006-12-20T06:30:56Z So this is Christmas, Acceptance December never seems long enough. <br /><br />The last week of November, I remarked to someone, I'm not ready for December, I need at least another week. He was new to the idea of Rei-chan's wishful time arrangements. <br /><br />Today, I told someone that I needed at least another week before Christmas. He posed a Groundhog Day-esqe, December 19th over and over situation. I said exactly. <br /><br />Somehow though, much like those school projects started the Sunday night before they were due, I'm managing to get it all done. Says the girl with a pan full of Baklava cooling on the kitchen table, surrounded by almost complete presents, yet to be wrapped presents and a dozen equisitely (imho) wrapped presents. <br /><br />I'll be the first to admit I am far from having it together, but I'm doing my damnedest to convince every one differently - if only for a day. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:186434 2006-11-09T07:39:35Z 2006-11-09T18:25:44Z For years friends have been telling me to throw things away. Through out this time I developed several close relationships with people who could (and did) start some place new with little more than the clothes on their back. Me? I moved with my whole life. Every move, I'd look in dismay at the various boxes, bags, and pieces of furniture I carried with me from dwelling to dwelling. Never once since I ventured out alone at eight teen have I unpacked completely. My things multiply, from move to move, it seems, with exception of the time I moved after my apartment had been broken into. Some cynical part of me joked that at least they'd decreased the amount of things I had...but why'd they have to take the good stuff? I gave away couches, a desk, a TV, but always with the precursor, "When you're done with it, please return it." Once these items left however, I found I didn't want them back. It seemed that only while in my possession that I gripped these materials so fiercely. I held on once to an ex-boyfriend's love letters from another girl for almost two years before tossing them, shortly before she stopped calling me looking for him. I didn't want to throw away his memories I told myself. I have three sets of full dishes, enough quilts to line my house, and so many clothes that I could stop doing laundry for at least a month.<br /><br />I wonder at times if this problem developed as a reaction to moving so often when I was younger. Sure, I couldn't see my childhood (I actually knew her for two years of grade school) friend Nicole, but I'd always have the second grade art class clay duck that we built nests for in the soccer field. Or perhaps in response to my Dad's ever ready cry "Pick your battle, you won't know these people years from now." Doesn't that explain why I still have every notebook I passed around with my girlfriends in high school? Could it be some side affect of my inability to commit to a relationship? Would that explain why the guy lasted 3 months but the teddy bear he gave me still has a special place in my heart (and on top of my monitor) five years later? How is it I can commit to a pair of overalls for almost 10 years now, but never give a guy a tenth of that time? I will never be that girl that tears up letters after a breakup. My method for disposing of a hurtful memory? I close my eyes and try to disorient myself in front of a bookshelf, reach for a book and slip the card in, then walk away.<br /><br />Today I was unpacking a box. After living some place for a year, one should try to make ones self at home, right? I found some really happy memories. A manilla folder filled with flyers for a party we'd had, I improved at creating flyers, but that one had a special place in my heart. And then I came across a box I'd forgotten about, filled with books on a subject I'd forgotten I had. Wow, I thought, I had no idea I had all these books. I should tell so and so. They'd be excited. Tucked in the corner of the box, an unhappy memory. Well, not quite unhappy at this point, maybe bittersweet now. I took the books out, looked around for space on a bookshelf, then picked up the papers that'd caused me to pause. Suddenly I thought to myself, "how can I live in the present, when I surround myself with the past?" I put the papers back in the box. I put the books back in the box. I resealed the box. I carried the box to my storage room once again, semi-annoyed, since I'd been trying to clear out my storage room.<br /><br />I don't know how other people were raised. I don't know if everyone has a scrap book filled with every card they gave their mom and dad, every hand drawn mother's day project, and report cards from kindergarten. It seems to me that some people may throw these scraps of papers away. While I love Half priced books, it shocks me that people take their books there. I never sell a book, throw it away. The closest I come is giving books away, and then I usually give a new copy of the book I want someone else to read.<br /><br />I'm trying to streamline my possessions, but it's a difficult struggle. I've prolly thrown away more in the last year then I've ever gotten rid of, barring a garage sell to help a friend out and some people who chose to liberate some of my stuff themselves. It's difficult for me, even bad memories I'd rather store in a sealed box and hide them in a room I don't go into instead of throwing them away. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:186166 2006-11-05T08:50:45Z 2006-11-05T08:50:45Z I was about to play some Bully tonight, when I hit the wrong channel on the remote. The scene that appeared to me almost appeared to be a spoof of Inside the Actor's Studio, which I love. I moved closer to the couch curious, only to realize that it was an interview between the founder of Craig's list (his official tittle is Customer Service representative and Founder) and the found of Wikipedia. Thus began the geek battle in my head, more PS2? Or do I watch this interview? Well the latter won out, and turned out to be just the beginning of this Craig's list documentary. Quite simply one of the best documentaries I've seen. Craig Newmark said during the interview, and forgive me for generalizing and prolly slightly misquoting him, that the media focuses and feeds on our differences, be it political, religious, or class differences. Instead what we should focus on is the things we have in common, and build from there. Sigh. It's late and I'm tired and once again have far more thoughts spinning around in my brain than I can make sense of. It's just this amazing cross section of people who use craig's list for different reasons, but it's amazing how many intelligent, quirky people they captured. It's the part of traveling that I love, realizing that it's not you and just millions of people that populated the earth. It's you and millions of people who are actual real people, not just some stereotype. I'm not making sense, but it's an awesome documentary. Check out Craigslist: The Movie. I'm off to play Bully. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:185993 2006-11-02T06:23:31Z 2006-11-02T06:23:31Z Hope your Halloween was full of tricks and treats. Me? I got a couple tricks in, and got some nice treats as well. <br /><br />I am almost completely convinced that Bear is too smart for her own good, or rather mine. I mentioned briefly I was spending a small fortune in collars. Seriously, name some material that's made into a collar and I bought it. Until last week - I desperately searched the web for a "chew less" collar. I couldn't quite find one that promised that, but I did find one that had a money back guarantee. Chewed or whatnot. I debated for a few minutes and finally chose the "cotton candy" design. Cause I want her to not chew on it right? Well, I'd scarcely brought it in, and was trying to adjust the size and she was trying to force her head into it. Almost a week later, and no signs of chewing. Now perhaps since I've commented on it, tomorrow I'll come in from work to find it in pieces, but I suspect she's saying "Hey Ma, this is a Bear collar." We'll see. <br /><br />What else? Other than being moody at work and throwing a few well meaning confetti filled eggs, I've been dividing my time lately between console and pc games. Yes, I got my 'gaming' machine back up and running. It only took a different processor, motherboard, memory, monitor, and a new hard drive. And hours loading an OS. *shakes head* I also got Bully. I love it. It speaks however to how much I enjoy World of Warcraft that I can split my time between the two.<br /><br />I for one am sad that Halloween is over. The next *fun* holiday isn't til New Years, which I will enjoy once it's like 10 pm 12/31. Until then it's stressful. And then St. Patricks. And then before you know it (or honestly before I know it) I'm 27. <br /><br />Unless of course, I find a time machine or anti aging device and find myself 22 again. Or you know, the world destroys itself. <br /><br />Guess we'll find out when. :p urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:185676 2006-10-27T05:16:14Z 2006-10-27T05:16:14Z Ok. Now for a real update. I've been pretty busy lately. And a minor familia rant. <br /><br />So my life lately has been workbearWoWworkbearWoWbearbearbearshoppingworkbearWoWfriendsandmorebear. Rinse and repeat. Except yesterday my computer decided it was tried of WoW, and of POSTing really. At first I thought it was the rambus, which would have really sucked because one, my system uses rambus and two rambus or more exactly crimms are very hard to get locally. After tonight, since I swapped the drives, power supply and video card into a different system, then swapped video cards I'm faily certain it's the power supply. Because power supllies do wierd things. Like keep me from playing WoW. <br /><br />Work. I'm shocked to say I actually really kind of dig my job. My mom still jokes about how when I was growing up she made friends when I made friends. I'd make friends at the playground or day care or school and drag them and their parents to our house. It's an interesting paradox in my personalty. Yes, I am antisocial, and reclusive and all that. But I love people and make friends fairly quickly. I guess the ones that stick around are the ones who figure out, yes, at times I will not leave my dwelling for months at a time. Or figure out the times I shutdown/shutout is not a reflection of my feelings for them. I mention this because the aspect of my job I'm enjoying is all the people time. The other part is learning new things. <br /><br />I also find myself missing a lot of people lately. I'm *hoping* this is a sign of finally coming out of the deep dark depression I've been suffering from for so long. I'm not counting on it, I mean there's been several times over the last couple years that I sensed it lifting, just to be in the dark again. Oi. I have this analogy in my head, but it just doesn't seem to work in print. I need to go back to school so if nothing else I'll have more words. Either which way, there are a lot of people I'm missing recently. Some of them I just kind of miss the depth of the friendship we had at one point, others I just miss their presence. I was joking around with a friend the other day, borrowing a phrase of hers in humor, and suddenly it cut me to the quick, how much I missed her. And it sucks that do to some of my choices and the choices of others that our relationship will prolly never get any better then what it is now, if it doesn't digress. It sucks due to choices I have made that I don't see her more then a couple times a month, if that. I feel that way with others too though, if not so intensely. Because of choices made, on my part or choices of another, there are people that I have cared deeply for that are no longer a part of my life, or a very limited part. I guess instead of whining, I should appreciate the people in my life that much more. Enough of that.<br /> <br /><br />Well there's that then, an update. I'll skip the family rant for tonight. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:185544 2006-10-25T07:04:40Z 2006-10-25T07:04:40Z So I should be in bed. <br /><br />But really, when's a better time to sort out the mess inside my head? I have once again gotten horribly distant from my fantastic four. But it happens, eventually we'll cross paths again. Believe it or not, I have a love hate relationship with work. One day I may go into details and explain the chemistry, but right now I get paid and that's what counts right? <br /><br />Bear is of course the cherry on top. Sometimes however that cherry has a pit. Namely the fact that I am continously spending a small sum of money every week keeping her in a collar. <br /><br />I happy though. Or near enough to it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:185054 2006-09-18T06:41:45Z 2006-09-18T06:41:45Z We praise or blame as one or the other affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgment.<br /> - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:184803 2006-09-02T23:21:49Z 2006-09-02T23:21:49Z I've been meaning to update now forever. And I have, just not publicly. But of the things going on in my life at the moment, well my opinion changes from one second to another. Unless you really want to hear me bitch about my family more, that seems to stay the same. However, since I'm not really sure about what current events I feel comfortable sharing, here's this.<br /><br />When people discover I am an avid reader, one of the questions I get asked is, what's your favorite book. That's a difficult question for me. I have waited with bated breath for the next installment of Stephen King's Green Mile (it came out in novella's). I haven't read Little Women in well over five years, but I still feel the heart break of Jo when she sees Laurie and Amy together. I remember turning page after page on the drive to Texas from Illinois of The Hobbit the summer before I started my fourth grade year in yet another new school. I've had many love affairs with a wide variety of authors over the years. I was obsessed Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. I randomly picked up The Fourth Hand in Walmart one day, a thunderstorm and a heartbreak later, I read everything by James Irving I could find. As an aside, if you're curious, I was going through a bad break up, and this quote just well, it spoke to me, "So much seemed lost now--all the more so because he hadn't known that it might have been possible not to lose her." Um... Charles de Lint, James Clavell, Chuck Palahniuk, Candace Bushnell, Elizabeth Wurtzel and countless others have compelled me to spend way more money then I should have. Even V.C. Andrews' name is listed multiple times on my bookshelves.<br /><br />But my favorite book? You'll laugh. And you prolly haven't read it. And you prolly never will. The Indian in the Cupboard. It was the very first book I read that evoked a physical reaction in me. Sure, Little Women and Charlotte's Web made me cry, but never had I read a book that drew me so completely into that world. I felt hunger pains from that little cook fire, winced in pain at the prick of a little arrow. <br /><br />Since then, I've read other books that evoked physical feelings in me. Elizabeth Wurtzel almost made me toss my cookies. As Meat Loves Salt, well lets just say never read it while attempting to diet. Ironically, the name has nothing to do really with food, but the contents will give you hunger pains. Indian in the Cupboard though,<br />from the time I opened the cover until I turned the last page, I lived in that world. Fifteen plus years later, I still remember that magic I felt. <br /><br />So there's that then. An actual post. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:raequinn:183603 2006-07-15T05:58:51Z 2006-07-15T05:58:51Z It's not brave if you're not scared.