Showing posts with label HTML5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HTML5. Show all posts

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Lame

<blatant lies>As much as I hate to make gripey posts,</blatant lies> I think I have to now.
DUDE. MY BACK IS KILLING ME.
... Okay, maybe not killing, but it sure could equip a cause of death. (Like, oh say, death by serial killer.)

I can't run.

I mean, I CAN if I really put my mind to it... But it's not very smooth, it hurts, and if I misstep I fall. All that I could think of last night while closing the gate was "Oh god, I'm sure that there are velociraptors out here."

Why does my back hurt? I think that it was acting up a bit before, and then I made the mistake of carrying some kids. I was being careful, but then one decided to jump on my back. Twice.
Now I have a pain in my lower right back right above the pelvis that makes it's protests by dropping me to the floor whenever I take a careless left step.

I've tried stretching, but it doesn't seem to work. I'm guessing it should go away soon. (If it isn't an alignment problem, then it probably just needs time) In the meantime, please don't jump on me. XDD

Monday, August 27, 2012

THE SITE IS UP!!

MY MOM'S NEW SITE IS SO TOTALLY UP!! W00T!!!

I helped create it. =^^=
<happy dance />

....I used wordpress because I'm still trying to get the hang of MySQL.<deepshame /> And we don't have a good computer to work as a webserver. D=

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

My Own Little Freudian Trio!

(In case you don't know what a Freudian Trio is, TvTropes explains it beautifully.)

I was bored the other night, so I took to writing in my journal. I have discovered that if I am given some characters that I can really visualize and a setting, I can watch them run around and interact in my head. Then I just write what I see. The cool thing about this is that they sometimes don't do things I expect! Anyway, Some weird stuff came out that night.
"On the awesome side, I have unexpectedly introduced some of my facets! Meet Notetaker, Optimist, and Cynic (or Pessimist)! 'Cmon out. Don't be shy....
[Hi there!] {Hello! =) } [Yo.]
These guys also double as my Freudian Trio!
Notetaker = Ego
Cynic       = Superego
Optimist   = ID
[Ooo, Tropes!] {Nice!} <Freud was a bastard with no style. Oh, and I'm changing my square brackets to chevrons.> [But not people will mistake you for a lonely, single, HTML tag!] <SO? they can go f-> {Cyn! =( } <fine. they can jump off a cliff. happy now?> {Much better. -^.^-} <good. by the way, capitalization is bullcrap. from now on, i'll only use it when it suits me. same for punctuation> [Now that we're changing stuff, can I use aLPHaBeT 26? See? THe QUICK BROWn FOX JUmPS OVeR THe LaZY DOG.] <you look like a {Oh noez! D= }ing idiot> Woah, there! Calm down. Cyn, don't be so rude (thanks by the way, Optimist.) Notes, I wouldn't use aLPHaBeT 26. It makes you seem a bit moody... <or like a {Cyn! T.T }> Shut it, Cyn. <fine>
...Should I mention that it is 12:45 and that I've been going to bed a bit earlier? [BTW! Cyn reminds me of Blackhat from <a href="http://www.xkcd.com">xkcd!</a> See? I told you ya look like an HTML tag.] <THIS ANY BETTER, {Oh my goodness!}?!> [Yeah, a bit actually. BTW, you could've used an interrobang! =D ] {"‽" =^.^=} <interrobangs are for lazy-ass losers.> HEY! 'CMON NOW. <sorry. "for classy people"> {Could you have at least tried to apologize?} <nope> {You are hopeless.} <hah! i stumped you. thought the day would never come.>
...This is weird. [.....Interrobang!!!]<--[What.<--[circles‽]<--[ =D ]"
Thus ended entry August 5, 2012.
Now it's difficult to not write them everywhere I go. --_--
......[‽]

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I Finished Good Omens!

I finished Good Omens.
I finished Good Omens.
I FINISHED GOOD OMENS.

.....Dear Goddess, what have I done?


I am about to loose it.

I FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!!
THE ONLY BOOK THAT MY TWO FAVORITE AUTHORS WROTE TOGETHER!!

...And it's over. It's all over.
I know what happens.
I know what takes place.
I know what transpires.
It's no longer a mystery.
I love it so much, but I can't re-read it for at least a few months.....

*sigh.*

The good news is that... <spoilers><!-- This kind of gives away the whole book. Highlight the blank spot to see them anyway-BUT ONLY IF YOU'VE READ THE BOOK FIRST. (Cooper! I see you. Don't you dare...) -->...no one died!! Sure, there was that office full of telemarketers. And that mailman. And those whalers. Heh, that kraken totally PWNED them. But other then that? All my beloved characters!! THEY LIVED!! Huzzah!!! I LOVE YOU NEIL AND TERRY!!!!</spoilers>

...Phew. Anyhoo, although I am terribly sad that it's over (and that it was slightly anti-climactic), I am so glad that I read it. I feel so much better. =^^=

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T READ IT:
GO BUY IT. RIGHT NOW. EVEN IF YOU CAN BARELY AFFORD IT. IT IS INEFFABLY AMAZING. It puts a whole new spin on religion, life, the universe, and everything. It's basically up there with 42.


...Go on! SHOO!!!

STAR testing, Asterisks, Technology, HTML5, Kids These Days, and Teleportation

I took the California's English Language Arts STAR test for 10nth grade today.
It was so easy.
I must ask. Do people actually not pass this? I don't think that it's based on a bell-curve...

Besides feeling quite secure about acing the test, I had quite a laugh. One of the short essays we had to read then use to answer questions was a speech by Bill Gates. (or maybe it was a written announcement. I'm not actually sure.) As much as I'm unsure of Bill Gates*, it was a very funny and motivational speech. I don't remember the exact words, but it was something about the food chain and how glad he was to be in this day and age (where he wouldn't be eaten by beasts). This speech was then followed up by this dude griping about kids these days, technology, and people's dependence upon gadgets. Although I do think that technology should be handled carefully**, I giggled while reading the whole thing. It was just too funny! I could just picture an old man furiously writing the thing, frowning and shaking his head.
Anyhoo, it made me remember the dream I had last night. In my dream, I was standing outside of the Ojai Library with some people I know around me. I'm pretty sure that some of my close friends were there too, but I wasn't paying attention. I was working on a website using HTML5. On a chalk board.
That's right. I was standing there and working out a website by hand. I remember stepping back, a blissfully maniac grin on my face, and telling everyone who would listen "It's done! What a great site. Look at that! I figured out how to work divs. Isn't it beautiful? What an amazing site. And it's finally finished... Now I need to get to a computer. The world needs to see this!" I don't quite remember what the website was for, but I remember the pride I felt when making it. It was mine. My child. My creation.
And I did it in 'real life.'
I just thought that was cool.

You know, something very similar happened to me in a dream months back.
I had just read a ton of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. (From The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.) I was at the part where Ford had just found a teleporter on a ship (that they were stuck in. And that was about to blow up.) and they were trying to make it work. Just as I drifted off, I tried to picture the teleporter. It looked like this:
Except that it was 3D, the font was beautiful and curving, and that it glowed. (And yes, the dotted and dashed purple lines are supposed to be glowing. Sue me.)
Anyway, all you had to do was jump into the string of words and you could take off....

I thought that this was pretty awesome. =)

PS!! Okay. Why the asterisks, I'm sure you want to ask? I just finished Good Omens. IT WAS AMAZING. So amazing in fact, that I'm going to write another post about it RIGHT NOW. =D

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*Okay, Windows lovers. Sorry to crush your dreams, but I'm not a Gates fan. Windows just isn't my operating system. If you like it, then that's fine... I'll just stick to Linux though. =^^=


**Seen the Matrix? I have. Lemme tell you: I am waiting for the machines to strike. Or us. Whoever lands the first blow.