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06 February 2004 @ 03:55 pm
Well...  
I finally got my Willard (visit him at willard_stiles) but you know what I didn't take into account?

Willard is really, really depressing. I'm trying to write his intro post and it just makes me want to sob. Herbert is bitchy and the Thin Man is psychological, but Willard is just very, very sad. *tears* I just want to give him a hug.

And within the week I should have a case manager. *sighs* Mostly for help regulating medication, possibly eventually as support for a job search...? I'm not sure. The woman I talked to was very nice, though.

Oh, and I keep forgetting to mention that sometime this weekend I need to sit down and score scenarios. :D I get to judge scenarios for Future Problem Solving! I do! It makes me feel almost cool and competant to be judging something I once participated in. (And actually took first place for in the state in my division when I was in the ninth grade. Go ahead and read. It's so embarrassing how childish my writing was. The scenario I wrote in the tenth grade was a lot better, but it was humorous and judges don't normally respond to humor. I don't have a copy of the file on this computer, though, so no readsies.) Junior level scenarios, which sort of freaks me out... what if I can't give good feedback for sixth grade writing? What if I expect too much, as I usually do? But it does give me something to do, and I hear tell of Borders gift cards as thank yous... I saw a bookmark there I actually wanted to get for my mother; it has a hedgehog on it. Oh, speaking of my mother... boysenberry yogurt. Score.

Oh, and I have aquired the following dvds: Alice in Wonderland, The Nightmare Before Christmas (finally!), Pet Sematary, Beyond Re-Animator, and... a present for ghostgecko. >_> I even got him a dopey card. But we haven't spoken in the last few days, so I don't know whether he's still planning on coming up... or when he's going to come, if he is going to come. I want him to come. *pause* "Oh, nightnightnightnightnight! ... COMECOMECOMECOMECOME! ... I didn't write it, shazam." Mmm, Adam Long.

SOMEONE COME AND WATCH THE REDUCED SHAKESPEARE COMPANY WITH ME, OKAY? *lurves friendslist* No, I'm serious. This weekend.
 
 
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Pete: Hasn't that place been condemned?glorybox on February 6th, 2004 03:01 pm (UTC)
Believe me, I wish I could go watch Shakespeare with you. I need to get out of this house and get my mind off of this Unpleasantness that's decided to fuck me over. *sigh*

And yes, Willard is very, very depressing. This is why I cannot ever finish any "Willard" fic I start. By the time I hit the middle, I either want to cry or kill myself. Or possibly both.

PS: Your ninth grade writing is still a helluvalot better than my current writing. And the originalness of it all stuns me. You impress me muchly.
DrWorm: lovedrworm on February 7th, 2004 11:14 am (UTC)
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And it's not just Shakespeare... it's Reduced Shakespeare, which makes it even better. *sigh* This illustrates one of the many things I hate about the Internet: meet fun, awesome people you can actually get along with... who live tremendous distances away from you.

I have to write all my Willard fic fast... that's why they're all short. So I don't have to actually think about what I'm writing. But writing as Willard... oh, god, that's painful. Even when he's trying to be positive, he's just pathetic. *pets Willard* Poor baby, let me take care of you... (Making icons for him has been fun, though.)

Your ninth grade writing is still a helluvalot better than my current writing.

Hehehe... aww, no, that's not true. And "originalness" is sort of the point in that competition... how far out can you get while still remaining in the realm of 'maybe that could happen someday?' For example, my tenth grade one was about the lost continent of Atlantis being discovered... and then sinking due to the massive influx of tourists.

... I think you can see why I didn't do well that year. :D
Pete: Hasn't that place been condemned?glorybox on February 7th, 2004 11:31 pm (UTC)
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Reduced Shakespeare=sexy for some reason.

I hate the fact that I live so goddamn far away from all my best friends (which includes you, by the way). Lousy Internet. Lousy lack of finances. If I actually had money, I would've been up there and bothering you in a heartbeat.

I read Willard's two entries and I nearly cried at the most recent of ones. He's just so...pathetic and small and sad and I just want to hold him and reassure him that for the moment, it's all good. (By the way, I love the icons. How the hell do you do that? I've downloaded PSP 8 and I still can't do anything with icons despite tutorials and everything).

*can't help but laugh* I love the Atlantis concept. It sounds like something I could've come up with once upon a time. I appreciate your cynical humor, I really do. It leads to Godly Writing.
DrWorm: lovedrworm on February 8th, 2004 10:40 am (UTC)
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Reduced Shakespeare=sexy for some reason.

Oh, totally sexy. :D Three boys doing all of Shakespeare's play reallyreally fast=terribly weird and sexy and funny.

Lousy Internet.

It's one of the reasons why we need to invent teleportation, I swear. You can only do so much over the Internet and, as great at it bloody well is, it doesn't make up for being in the same room as someone.

And I don't even make friends very easily on the Internet, let alone in real life. Stupid, stupid distance and other restrictive properties of the physical world. Maybe I'll take a road trip someday to visit you (and your squirrels! Eee!); I don't think I ever been to Texas...

How the hell do you do that?

I have Photoshop, PSP 8, and Jasc Animation Shop (which I think came with PSP)... and I've just been employing a lot of trial and error for a year or so. I use that one pixel font waaaaay too much, but that's just because I like it. The pixel rat was the hardest; I had to take a clip art image of a hooded rat, shrink it, change it to a white rat, and then change it a little each frame to make it sort of look like it was running using four legs. It's still sort of stilted, but I'm glad it worked out satisfactorily; I wasn't sure whether I could do it or not.

It really is just trying lots of different things until something works (and copying off of others). Like drawing, just... pixelated.

I appreciate your cynical humor, I really do.

One of the judges compared it to Douglas Adams, which made me squee. I actually decided to do that one because there were other, more dramatic topics that year... and I just knew hardly anyone would do tourism; I mean, who cares? I was hoping that the difference would resonate with someone, but nnnnnot really. I do still like the idea, though... the cynicism, definitely. Haha. Sheep. Um... *hugs*
Krystianahomicial_nny on February 6th, 2004 04:56 pm (UTC)
Dude, I've missed chatting with you.

Nostaliga rocks, but it sucks at the same time.

Nightmare Before Christmas rocks, too.
DrWorm: pretty girlsdrworm on February 8th, 2004 10:46 am (UTC)
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Yaaaaah! It's the Krissy monster! Oh, wow. Shoot, I was just thinking back to the One-Acts (it being That Time Of Year again) and... uh, yeah. Wow. Good to hear from you, definitely.

Yes, nostalgia has that rock/suck thing down very much. It's so... aargh. *can't express self articulately, but yeah*

But Nightmare Before Christmas is unequivocal rocking. Definitely.
Cathryn (formerly catslash)remindmeofthe on February 7th, 2004 01:30 pm (UTC)
*reads Willard posts* Damn. *snf* Suddenly I'm less upset by the fact that I haven't been jumped on by any Willard plot bunnies. (Except, bizarrely, a Marty/Willard bit with Marty/George undertones. Because sometimes casting-based crossovers can take a turn for the weird.)

And I would totally come watch Reduced Shakespeare with you! Except I don't know where you live. And I can't afford to travel. But aside from those points . . .
ghostgecko on February 7th, 2004 07:13 pm (UTC)
You want a laugh? (speaking of crossovers) Okay, listen to Sally's song . . . now imagine it's being sung by Socrates, referring to Willard. Trust me, you'll laugh yourself sick.