Typewriter

Kibbles gave me a typewriter. All I can say to that is thus: OH MAI GAWD THANK YOU KIBBLES. It's probably a million years old and weighs nearly that much. I'm surprised my desk isn't cracking. I need to purchase a ribbon though, so I can type actual words.Did you know that the Qwerty keyboards were designed to be purposely inefficient so that keys wouldn't stick together?
I realise now why old desks are so fricking sturdy though. They'd have to be, to lift one of these beasts.

Inefficiently yours,
DJ

Burmuda?

RLA has already sunk into Doldrums for me. I have lost the ability to focus on anything I'm supposed to be thinking about. I'm going to stick up a sign that says that.

'Welcome to the Doldrums. You have now lost the ability to focus on any'

My god, I'm witty, right?

Tropically yours,
DJ

Props

You know, I thought about not signing into Myspace tonight (this morning?) because I was really bored and was going to try sleeping again. GOOD GOD I AM SO GLAD I SIGNED IN. I have seen the future, and I know where I will be, come April Fool's Day, 2009. I will be waiting in line at a cinema in my Ganny cosplay that I have yet to finish. If I am lucky, other Zelda 'tards will be in costume too. If I am extrodinarily lucky, somebody I know will be with me. I am being very vague when I say that, because I just want somebody who will dress up like Link. I would look silly standing in line as Wind Waker Ganny and have no Link at my side.

I'm joking, of course. The advert for what would appear to be an earth-shattering film is nothing but a well-played out April's Fool jest. But I'm not joking about my Ganny cosplay. I'm going to look amazing.
On the other hand, there is an indie-flick version of Ocarina of Time in the works here.
Well-played, IGN. Well played. You almost had me, but then Link had brown hair and the Sheikah was not tan enough. Also, there is no way they wouldn't make Ganny way prettier than that.
Your faithful Hyrulian 'tardo,
DJ

Modding

I've found my purpose in life. I want to modify computers and game consoles. Seriously. My god, have you seen what some people have done?
That is a computer, not a microwave. Well, it was a microwave in a former life, but no more! ...I totally want one just like it. The person who built this is my new idol.
Now, while these people probably don't have lives, that's just fine, because neither do I. I have the time to do these things, you know. I might have the skills, too... What's to stop me from find out?! I shall venture into unknown worlds and make sure that I have the coolest electronics evah. Not just ever, people. Evah.
I must take the first step. I am going to steam-punkify my Gamecube (mostly 'cos I'm not afraid of high costs if I bust it).
Founderingly yours,
DJ

I have only this to say: I freakin' love Japanese-based fantasy. See; The Snow Woman's Daughter, Eugie Foster. Fwa-bam.
Ohaio gozaimas,
DJ

Two for One

I know, I'm assaulting you with bloggage tonight. Two in one night! I mean, sometimes I give you one waaaay early in the morning and then another at night, but whew, two on the same night? Apparently I forgot to tell you something and remembered it. Was that an obvious enough hint for what is to come?
Yes, well, this is more like a warning for any RLA kids who read this thing... does anybody except Ned check my blog anymore? Actually, I suppose it doesn't matter if I ask, 'cos it's like saying, 'If you're not here, please raise your hand.' And that works every time.
Anyways. The Warning. Yes, I remembered it despite the half-rant I'd just started. I have a shit-tonne of books I have to pile through. (By the by, a shit-tonne is like an American shit-ton, which is approximately two thousand shit-loads.) And library books have deadlines! I must read these all by the eighteenth, so leave me alone until then.
Actually, I think it should be generally accepted that everybody leave me alone until December first. You see, I have to finish my shit-tonne of book and the currently unnamed ballad of the tinker and the drow before November. And the entirety of November shall be devoted to the final version of Mariposa's tale, which is what I'll be doing for National Write a Novel Month.
Yes, my head is going to asplode with words this Autumn.
Postally yours,
DJ
PS: Asplode: Verb, to self-combust or become structurally compromised in a most likely spontaneous manner.

Meh.

I have risen from my camp-recovery sleep. I bet you all missed me, right? Right? Not really, I suppose. None of you are any fun. What are you doing reading my blog anyway? Get a life, while you still can! It's too late for me... but you can still live...
Imma go back to sleep.
Dreamily yours,
DJ