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Wednesday, July 31, 2002
 ::flails violently:: Get me Reaper Man, now! Why wasn't it in *my* copy! Probably because it was ancient. Grr. And I can't call it my copy anymore, silly me, as it's now in the hands of Alicey. Foom. Get me to Barnes and Noble! ("But Priscellie", says Inner Voice, "They didn't have it at your local Barnes and Noble! Remember? When you were getting all the lovely Discworld books for your Family Friend?" Bah!)
Says Brenna: "In Reaper Man, there's have a sneak preview of Night Watch and in the preview Colon, Nobby, CMOT Dibbler, Vimes, Carrot (I think), and Vetinari are all wearing lilac sprigs in memory of someone(s) who died. I want to know more about that because Colon was very touchy on the subject when an underling asked him for the lilacs were for." If I had any less of a life, I'd be looking for the bloody sample chapter on e-text. Grr. Priscilla said at 4:26 PM Okay, I'm gone. I'll try to get online tomorrow, but I can't make any promises. In the meanwhile, hearts for all! I look forward to posting all my art rubbish when I get back on the 14th. Yayfun! Priorities for the trip include belated b-day cards for Alicey, Britt, and Brenna, which will be CGed when I get home. And I shall finish the Tanja anniversary card, which is far too late already. Hurrah!
Priscilla said at 4:14 PM ::squeals in joy:: I love this Cybercafe! The sounds of Monty Python's "The Brigher Side of Life" are now bursting merrily from the speakers. Good times, good times.
Priscilla said at 4:08 PM Brenna comments: "I want to know what the lilacs are for!"
I do, too, now. What the heck are these lilacs you speak of? Did I miss something? Priscilla said at 3:56 PM Sweet, sweet revenge, Rebecca!
In addition to Abraham: The Musical and at least four songs from The Civil War, Abe Lincoln remained a President with a song in his heart, trumping the cowardly, tone-deaf Wilson at every turn. Experience the man, the music, the Emancipator! Here you can read about (or purchase) "We'll Sing to Abe Our Song", sheet music about Lincoln, Emancipation, and the Civil War. This "includes more than two hundred sheet-music compositions that represent Lincoln and the war as reflected in popular music". More sheet music can be found here (or here). Campaign songs include the Lincoln Quick Step: "Honest Old Abe has split many a railAbraham Lincoln School also has a Fight Song: Cheer, cheer for our Lincoln School,And wow, look! A children's song about him! In addition to the music that fuelled his soul, Abe remains on the top due to many other endearing tributes, including video games, a virtual library, a slightly morbidmuseum exhibit, a crossword puzzle, a book of humorous essays, a movie called Young Mr. Lincoln (featuring Henry Fonda as Abe Lincoln). He's also been credited with The Birth of a Modern Empire. For more Lincoln goodness, check out Abraham Lincoln Online. He brings up 827 Search Results at Amazon.com (while Woodrow Wilson returns only 339!) There are thousands upon thousands more Google search results to explore further, if you need more evidence. Face it, Rebecca. Lincoln could whup Woodrow's bootie any day of the week! If they weren't both dead, of course. Priscilla said at 3:51 PM Curses! The second Alicey gets back, I have to leave! ::jumps up and down angrily::
Priscilla said at 3:22 PM ::snorts:: My hero! Some genius has written a Harry Potter/Molesworth Crossover. I'm amused.
Priscilla said at 3:03 PM Yay! I did manage to get online today! Hurrah! ::throws confetti:: Now to sort out those pesky archives...
Sian asks how much I bid for Nightwatch. I bid $21, then I realized that there wasn't a chance in heck that I'd win. I stopped bidding and went off to pout. But I'm happy, because I just splurged on Sandman and bought issues 7-10, plus "Death: The High Cost of Living". I'm a terrible person. At least I'll be able to sustain myself on my college trip. ::sulks:: Doom. Priscilla said at 2:52 PM
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
Let's see if this works! If it does, Cult of Lincoln will be back at tnm.n! Hurrah!
Edit: Go me! Priscilla said at 9:49 PM Hurrah! I have completed a successful pilgrimage to the Moondance Diner, former workplace of Jonathan Larson. The misinformed waiter at the Stardust had said they had closed, but this was not permanent -- they were remodeling. My favourite part was a green neon sign that read "We serve wine and beer". Harhar. I wonder if that was there when Jonathan worked there... ::ponders::
I took pictures. Yes, indeed. And I've been having too much chicken caesar salad lately. I wonder what shall become of me. ::sigh:: Anyway, tonight was my last dinner at Johnny Rockets, a restaurant I frequented at least twice a week, due to its joyous proximity to my dorm. They did a goodbye "Staying Alive" dance for me. When I left, all the employees waved and said goodbye, and all the customers thought "What the heck?". It was sweet. It was a nice hope, but I never did get to meet Cassie. (Why didn't you call me? ::weeps::) I guess I won't be able to, now. Bah. Happy birthday anyway! ::hugs:: My parents come to New York tomorrow. Then on Friday, we're going to start our Evil College Trip of Doom, followed by a brief family romp in Martha's Vineyard. Come to think about it, this actually might be my last entry until August Bloody Fourteenth, unless I can find a hookup somewhere on the way. ::pats Jimmy and sighs:: Maybe I'll be able to go online tomorrow... might be a bit of a stretch, though. Hiss. Anyway, goodbye for now and hearts to all. Oh! And happy birthday to Fiction Alley! Tomorrow we're one year old! ::disperses wallet-sized baby photos:: Priscilla said at 9:40 PM Holy mother of Percy! The Nightwatch proof on eBay sold for $122.50! I'm sure I speak for all when I bequeath to the winner my coveted "Good Lord You Need A Life" Award. The rest of us shall wait for November. ::nods::
Lucky sod. Priscilla said at 11:21 AM
Monday, July 29, 2002
No WAY. Why the heck isn't my webmail working? ::kicks Your-Site repeatedly in the head::
Priscilla said at 4:24 PM Have growled at Your-Site. Hopefully, will have FTP back. Soon will transfer to CyberPixels. If pleased, will transfer espressoferrets.com to CyberPixels. Wish to poke Your-Site in the eyeball.
Priscilla said at 4:10 PM Remind me to look at these websites when I get home. ::stares:: I need to learn Painter properly.
http://www.pixelalley.com/tutorials/tuthome.html http://www.computerarts.co.uk/news/painter7/ http://www.pixelalley.com/tutorials/painter7-findings.html http://graphicssoft.about.com/cs/paintertutorials/ Priscilla said at 4:08 PM ::whines:: Stupid ebay. I want my Nightwatch, but like hell I'm going to pay that much. Alas, November remains so far away...
Priscilla said at 3:44 PM Good grief, am I the only person on this planet that doesn't like Dave Matthews Band? Gravy.
Priscilla said at 3:42 PM Priscilla said at 3:41 PM Renata dreamed that I "redesigned col, and it was really cool, it had a dragon, and it was 3d... and i don't mean like, rendered graphics... i mean it was 3d, like it actually popped out of your computer... it was SO COOL. i wish you could really do that."
I dreamed that my mom, my sister, and I were in a plane, and my sister was flying. For some strange reason, she decided to fly really close to the ground and through a marketplace, ducking under tents and suchlike. Eventually, we hit a bunch of stuff, but still remained airborne. My sister grabbed the control stick and sent us into a straight vertical. We plummeted to the ground in the area next to a military air force base. When we landed, I was suddenly outside the plane, uninjured. I tried to take a picture of the wreckage with a disposeable camera, but the viewfinder had broken, and it looked like a kalideoscope with the plane wreck and rubber duckies. Twisted stuff, yo. Priscilla said at 3:38 PM
Sunday, July 28, 2002
Oh. I get back on August 14th, not August 11th. Fwoop. I had better not be webless for that long... Grr.
Priscilla said at 3:47 PM Sannali -- the actor who plays Wayne in "Strictly Ballroom" is named Pip Mushin. That has to be the most amusing name I've heard in years. Oh, my sides...
And his role credit in "Queen of the Damned" is hilarious. Poor Pip Mushin. You have to wonder what context that's in... Priscilla said at 3:40 PM ::gibbers incomprehensibly for about 20 minutes:: I want... please? Mine. ::collapses::
If you love me... ::sigh:: Priscilla said at 3:12 PM Gah! Thank you, Renata! Moondance, not Stardust. Fwee, I have Neil on the brain. Good stuff, as Grand St. and 6th Ave. isn't too far from my dorm. Less than a mile from my dorm, or 2 subway stops away! ::grooves:: I know where *I'm* eating some time this week! Not tonight, as I want to eat quickly and close to home so that I can churn out more rubbish for Extra-Credit week. I've already finished my Rebecca Clone painting, and I'm currently looking for an inspiring reference for a second. Go me.
Priscilla said at 3:02 PM
Saturday, July 27, 2002
Stupid Elfwood Comment of the Day: "If thats ginny and harry........I gotta say...Thats so0o0o0o swwet"
There are reasons that the image file is titled "tanja_jameslily1.jpg" Priscilla said at 4:07 PM Oh -- Melissa is 20. And according to Renata's new naming regime, I am Brazilla. Cower beneath my mighty Brazillian might.
Priscilla said at 4:03 PM The love continues to grow! My heart now embraces that 50% grey paper stuff and Urinetown: The Musical. (Look at the sky! There's a great big heart there! There's a heart in the sky! It just is, don't ask why! It's the sky!) Pure, absolute genius. It has not out-hearted Bat Boy, but the heart quotient nonetheless remains astronomical. (Renata, have you heard Bat Boy yet? If not, you must) Anyway, regarding the Stardust Diner, it turns out that it was not at all as I imagined. As I wrote in my sketchbook:
At the Stardust Diner... where the ponytailed, poodleskirt-clad waitstaff periodically burst into song. Somehow, I don't think this was the restaurant that employed Jonathan Larson (and lately, Mary Jane Watson). For one thing, it doesn't have that big billboard I remember from my RENT book. Two, no one would here would dare don that skimpy red frock ported by the arachnophilic MJ. No, this is the place for Mama Mia and Mame, rather than Tick, Tick... Boom! and RENT. This is a place where enormous men warble in tenor, and the expectedly Pascalesque sing like Franco Nero.I later asked an Informed Waiter if this was really Jonathan Larson's former workplace, and he told me that it had closed a while ago. Meh. My pilgrimage had been in vain. But the food was passable, so they are forgiven. Alas, I decided that the notion of a theatre weekend coinciding with Extra-Credit Week was suicidal, so I decided to nix "Private Lives". Perhaps I can go to the theatre sometime next week and stalk Alan Rickman then. ::nods:: I still want to see "Chicago" on Sunday, though. ::nods:: Instead of theatreing this morning, I slept in and worked my bootie off on a bunch of prettily modeled facial features on my newly beloved 50% grey paper. Gravy, it's wonderful. I'm obsessed with the eye I made. ::stares:: Also, anyone thinking of sending me snails should instead direct them to my home. My parents tell me that I'm moving out of my dorm Wednesday night. Yeep. Priscilla said at 3:20 PM
Friday, July 26, 2002
oh, yeah. And today is my sister's birthday. Wish her happy birthday, everyone!
Priscilla said at 2:31 PM Goody. This is "extra-credit weekend", which means that all students are going to work their fingers to the bone on massive quantities of art. At times like this, I really wish I had a roommate to use as a reference. At the moment, I'm starting an oil painting from a photograph (bad Priscellie!): Natalie, the Rebecca clone, from the Gaiman-fest. Hurrah! I'm also racking my brains for things to draw. Charcoal, hurrah.
I'm taking the evening off, however. At Renata's repeated jabs with a stick, I have decided to go see "Urinetown". And I'm going to eat at the Stardust Diner, the restaurant where Jonathan Larson worked. Yes, I am a complete loser. XD And after reading that it closes September 1st, I want to see "Private Lives" tomorrow. Let the stalkage begin! This shall be my theatre weekend. Perhaps "Chicago" on Sunday? Gravy. Of course, I haven't seen anything in the four weeks I've been here, so it's justified. I have also decided that the title of God shall be bequeathed to whoever comes up with a subway system thingie where you can just select the station nearest you and your location, and it gives you precise details on how to get there with minimum fuss. Like a MapQuest for subways. Maps are confusing. ::sigh:: Meanwhile, books of choice at the moment are Sandman III (picked up V-VI last night. Curse expensive graphic novels!), A Clockwork Orange (much more intriguing than the movie), and Nickel and Dimed (required reading for school, meh). The Comic Book Guy at B&N was spot-on when he said that the first two Sandman graphic novels were okay, but starting with the 3rd, they get far better. Both storylines and art are far superior to the first two. Tra la. Scary moment of the day: My mom tells me that last week, she thought she was pregnant. She's going through menopause, and therefore is encountering strange side effects from the hormone replacement pills she's taking. Of course, all is merry, for it was a false alarm, but still, it's frankly terrifying to imagine that your mom could possibly be pregnant. Are my parents taking advantage of having an empty house to themselves? I know that I exist and my sister exists, but thinking about what was required for us to come into existance is mind-scarring. Yeep? So that's my nice, long blog entry of the day. Hurrah. Priscilla said at 2:04 PM
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Woah, woah, woah! When I go to see "Private Lives"? I told Alicey that there was a chance. I haven't bought tickets or anything yet! From Renata's urging, Urinetown is my top priority, then Chicago. In fact, I may not see Private Lives at all, and just wait outside the stage door when I estimate the show is over. Calm thyselves!
Priscilla said at 7:17 PM I now declare my love for oil paint. I finished up the still life from yesterday, and it's utterly heartable. It includes a green wine bottle, which I'm absolutely obsessed with. I can't wait until I come up with some method for showing you guys what I've been doing! ::cheers merrily:: Anyway, right now, we're starting on portraits. Every day (okay, most days) we have a male and a female model, and I chose the guy. It's hilarious -- looking at people's pre-drawings, he always either looks like Carrot or Agent Doggett. I laughed.
Meanwhile, I remain in a good mood, as I've accomplished my good deed of the day. I was on my way to the library in a slight downpour, valiantly clutching my weak and demented umbrella, when I saw an umbrellaless woman headed the same direction. I ran up to her and shared the umbrella, which was much appreciated. Hurrah. Meanwhile again, today's Word of the Day is "onus". This also makes me happy, as I've never really known what "onus" meant, despite singing it wholeheartedly in "Cinderella Darling" in H2$. Additionally, as having words that people might not know in musicals can be frowned upon, it's nice to see a word pointed out that's more obscure than "lycanthropy", which has been bothering me for quite some time. I like that line, and I don't want to change it. Grr. Do people really not know what it means? Gravy. Priscilla said at 6:34 PM
Monday, July 22, 2002
Shall I stalk Alan Rickman? That would be rather lovely, say I. I would take photographs and get an autograph for Alicey (and myself). Hurrah. This would be nice, as my photographs of Neil came out wretchedly. Grr. Why did they have to have a really bright window behind him? ::grouses:: I shall pester Natalie until she sends me copies of her photographs, which should be better, as they weren't taken with a dinky disposeable camera. Phooey.
Priscilla said at 8:45 PM Hi. My name is Priscilla. What's yours? I had an interesting weekend.
1. I started reading Sandman, which is awesome and addictive. I've only bought the first four books, but I have a feeling that this number shall increase quickly. Especially because there are comic book stores down the block from my dorm and on the way from my classroom to Utrecht, the art store. Curse my proximity to everything! 2. I went to my aunt/cousin's house in Montauk for the weekend, which was convenient, as on Saturday afternoon, there was an explosion at a power plant, sending all below 14th Street into blackout for 8 hours. I could never survive without my fan! Thank Percy! On the way, I finished Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, read Sandman: 1 & 2, and started Stardust. Jolly good. 3. In Montauk, we sat on the beach, reading, for hours. Warm sun, cool sea breeze... ah, this is the life. 4. Then we went swimming. In a pool. Fun. 5. I had to make two self-portraits, one in pencil, the other in ink. The pencil one was annoying, so for the ink one, I made a really nifty composition that excluded my head. Muaha. I love bending rules. 6. I played with water-soluble colored pencils. Yay. I spoil myself. 7. On the way back, we listened to lots of happy music. I am officially a Tori Amos fan. ::hearts Little Earthquakes and Choirgirl:: Priscilla said at 8:37 PM I'm sure I've posted this before, but I'm in love with this guestbook entry. Thank you for making my day multiple times over.
Right, then. Sar’nt Major? Priscilla said at 7:48 PM Alicey -- I'm on AIM under "Priscellie". IM me, you fiend! Though I may move to the Cybercafe soon, as the computers are happy and faster and I can use Y!M.
Priscilla said at 4:52 PM Alicey is back! ::rejoices::
Priscilla said at 4:20 PM Woo! Won "The Point" off eBay. I am an utter loser. XD
Priscilla said at 4:00 PM Wow! Thanks for the point-out, Renata!
petersburg:Wow, to see a musical about Lincoln? Gravy! Who wouldn't want to get in on the all-singing, all-dancing, all-Civil-War American President? Rebecca, I'll leave it to you to find a musical about Wilson. With The Civil War, now Lincoln has *two*. Muah! Priscilla said at 3:52 PM
Friday, July 19, 2002
Friday Five, plus the Lyrics Survey. Foom.
1. Where were you born? Dallas, Texas 2. If you still live there, where would you rather move to? If you don't live there, do you want to move back? Why or why not? Yup, still live there. I'd probably move to another major city, if I had to. Penn is currently my top college choice, so Philadelphia would be nifty. 3. Where in the world do you feel the safest? Dallas. Home. I felt relatively safe in NY until a few minutes ago, when I got hassled by some homeless people who kept following me and saying I was a pretty girl and asking me for a date until I gave them change and escaped into the library. Yeah, that wasn't much fun. 4. Do you feel you are well-traveled? Insanely well-traveled, much to my chagrin. I don't like travelling much, but I've been bloody everywhere. ::sigh:: 5. Where is the most interesting place you've been? England and NYC, I suppose. 0. Band/Lyrics source: I started doing The Beatles (as if there were any doubt), but when I started going through the questions, I got the urge to answer them with "Bat Boy" lyrics. Then I considered MAA. Muaha. Yes, I know that's not how it's supposed to work. Bite me. 1. Are you Male or female? Beatles: "Girl... ::loud inhaling sound::" MAA: "Now they claim we need representation From trolls, dwarfs, and women... and also undead." Bat Boy: "One thing alone saved me from despair, back in my feral stage. Once in a while she would meet my stare, then I'd forget the cage." 2. Describe yourself: Bat Boy: "You call him 'Beast' or 'Changeling', or 'Demon Chimpanzee'." Beatles: "With your long brown hair and your eyes are blue, you're too much." MAA: "We're devoted, whatever then may pass. We'll apprehend unruly citizens and kick them in the... knee." (a personal favourite lyric) 3. How do you feel about yourself? Bat Boy: "I don't care what people say." MAA: "All I need is coffee and a drink" Beatles: "She's making me feel like I've never been wrong." 4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend: (I don't have one?) Beatles: "You are making me frantic Sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong." MAA: "I couldn't help thinking I wanted more Than the occasional smile and a good rapport, But there's just one fact I couldn't quite ignore." Bat Boy: "Such a lovely boy Look at what you've done to me Woke me up and set me free." (or more accurately) "It's hideous! It's not right!" 6. Describe where you live: Bat Boy:"A three-bedroom house With a white-picket fence And a gun, and a lawyer, so smile!" Beatles: "Been away so long I hardly knew the place, Gee, it's good to be back home." MAA: (lyrics still tentative) "We promise not to rob you blind Or kill you in your sleep Although they say it's unrefined To make an oath that you won't keep" 7. Describe how you love: Bat Boy: "Once I thought you were weird But then my doubts disappeared. I think you're normaller than they." MAA: "If I ever fall in love, it's going to be you." Beatles: "And in the end, The love you take Is equal to the love you make." 9. Share a few words of wisdom: Beatles: "I am the Walrus! Goo goo goo choob!" MAA: "A sheet of chainmail can't cover up lycanthropy." Bat Boy: "Love your neighbor, forgive, keep your vows And a mountain's no place to raise cows." Now that I look back, I see that RENT would have worked rather nicely. Oh well. ::shrugs:: Enjoy whatever MAA cookieage can be derived from said quotations. In no particular order, lyrics were drawn from "Too Much to Lose", "Fair Warning" (still looking for a real title), the Vimes and Sybil song (no idea about the name yet), "Men at Arms", "Reports" (another needing a real name) and "I, Comma". Priscilla said at 8:11 PM Priscilla said at 6:52 PM Oh, this is too perfect. It turns out that Frank Sinatra has a song called "My Kind of Town". Oh, this is just begging for a parody in MAA. (Especially since "Chicago" has the same number of syllables as "Ankh-Morpork". Too good to be true). I especially love how we both rhymed "won't let me down"/"my kind of town" before I even knew this song existed. Great minds think alike, say I.
To boot, while walking around The Cloisters yesterday, I came up with the ending to "My Kind of Town". Man, I would give a kidney to see this thing staged... That's what college is for, I suppose. Priscilla said at 6:43 PM
Thursday, July 18, 2002
My Review of "Silence of the Lambs":
Y'know... I could have sworn that poster said 8PM in front of Marlton... What do you mean they left at 7? ::looks at poster:: Oh. Priscilla said at 7:45 PM Woo! Finally finished the roll! Where can I get it developed? I want my NeilPictures! (among other things)
Priscilla said at 7:43 PM Get off the stage, you poser. You are *not* Mark. Mark is the person that makes you want to run onstage and give him a hug. Mark is not a lust object for throngs of pre-pubescent teenyboppers. Mark is Anthony Rapp. Mark is Matt Caplan. Mark is Curtis Cregan. Mark is Trey Ellet. Mark is not Joey Fatone.
Thankyou. ::steps off soapbox:: Oh, and as I loudly rally against putting celebrity idols in Broadway productions, let it be said that I wouldn't mind seeing Alan Cumming in "Elle" and Alan Rickman in "Private Lives". ::whistles innocently and runs away:: Priscilla said at 7:16 PM
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Quote of the day: "Hey, Ben! Want to draw the fat naked lady statue with me?"
I have a friend. His name is Ben Stein. No, not that Ben Stein. Poor Ben. Yesterday, we went to the Whitney. All was good, as it reminded me of one of my favourite photographs. Hurrah. I'm happy today. And wooo, I found a scanner! It's attatched to an ancient Mac in the Parsons-NYU Library thing, in the same building as my class! ::dances:: Of course, I have no idea how to transfer scanned images anywhere, as no disk drives were to be found. Perhaps FTP. I'll play around with it in the next few days and give a full report. If all works nicely, I'll be able to show you some of the stuff I've been working on! Tra la! Of course, if this doesn't work out, I could still pay to use the scanner at the Cybercafe, but it's expensive as hell. Grr. And now I'm off! My fellow dorm members and I are off to see "Silence of the Lambs" for an unknown reason. Now I shall finally discover how Starling got her pseudonym. Priscilla said at 6:44 PM Let it be known that I absolutely heart oil paining. Indeedy. Let it be known that I really heart (and newly appreciate) Photoshop's Edit: Undo function. Good times.
Priscilla said at 6:12 PM Ah, yes. I promised you this, didn't I?
Priscilla said at 11:40 AM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Psst: Alicey's birthday is tomorrow, as well as Britt and Megs. Make them cards! ::idly doodles ideas for cards to make when she gets home:: And Brenna is the 18th. Gravy!
Edit: Ha, I lied. Megs' b-day isn't today. Now go celebrate the others! Priscilla said at 8:47 PM Priscilla said at 8:25 PM What joy. Last night, I dreamed about a movie I saw in first grade. Wrote I in my sketchbook (now more like a journal, but hey):
Random Childhood recollection: an animated movie featuring a boy with white skin and a circular head, living with people (blue skin?) and cone-shaped heads. A favourite game involved throwing a large ring into the air and catching it on the cone. Because the boy felt left out, his father made him a cone hat. Another "normal" boy challenged him to a ring-catching contest. Can't remember who won. Later, the boy went off in search of more people like him. He had a dog named "Arrow". One strain of music went "Me and my Arrow...". I saw this around the same time as "Yellow Submarine", meaning K-2. Unless this is all a dream, in which case such an idea will make me rich!I talked to Bri (one of my good friends and a phenomenal artist), and she started spazzing on my first line. "The Point!", she cried. Evidently, this was one of her favourite movies. I easily associated it with the Beatles, as it was narrated by Ringo. I found that my summary was a bit off, but still more or less accurate. Bri hummed "Me and my Arrow" all through class. I must find a copy of "The Point" and watch it immediately. I wonder if they still have it at Premiere Video... gah, now I'm itching to get back home. ::looks at calendar and grouses pitifully:: Priscilla said at 8:23 PM 220 europa.your-site.com NcFTPd Server (licensed copy) ready.
USER muse 331 User muse okay, need password. PASS xxxxxx 530 Login incorrect. Okay, so it is Your-Site being stupid. Bite me, Your-Site. ::kicks:: I've quadruple-checked all the info, you morons. ::fumes:: I just get my site back after a battle with your incompetence, and now I still can't log in properly. I wish this pathetic library computer would let me download an FTP client and test if that works. I don't want to walk all the way to the Cybercafe now. Priscilla said at 7:19 PM Testing... Has Cyberpixels taken over? Hmm.... I shall try their ftp stuff.
Priscilla said at 7:17 PM ::whines:: Why aren't my entries posting! Bah! You won't even be able to see this post! ::throws a fit::
Priscilla said at 7:09 PM Woo! tnm.n is back! Priscellie.blogspot.com is back to retirement.
Priscilla said at 6:50 PM
Monday, July 15, 2002
Grr. ff.n is dead again. ::pokes it sadly with a stick::
In the shower the other day, when I do most of my thinking, I was pondering about how much I appreciated archive services like ff.n, Elfwood, Blogger, Fiction Alley, and the like. I'm always saying "Blogger is evil" and "Elfwood can bite me", but now that I think about it, I owe them an incredible debt. They get so much grief and far too little appreciation. Hearts and hugs to the overworked moderators! In the afterlife, you will live like kings! (in my head, this was going to be a fairly long entry. oops.) Priscilla said at 7:24 PM That was eerie. I was walking to Utrecht, the art store of doom, when I passed one of thousands of used record stacks for sale on the sidewalk. I thought to myself "I wish [I originally typed "I fish"] I could find some nifty Beatles LPs, but I don't have time to look. Then, I see on the top of the stack, four familiar fab faces. This was clearly fate. Why the heck didn't I get it? It was only a dollar. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow and see if it's still there...
Priscilla said at 7:15 PM Good gravy on a stick. Please God no.
Priscilla said at 6:52 PM Jolly good. tnm.n should be restored momentarily (or maybe tomorrow morning), as all "Temporary Disablement" rubbish has been sorted out. Yay. Now I can focus my mind on transferring to Cyberpixels! Hurrah. Also, I finished and submitted the Leaky Cauldron layout design, so all is nifty. I'll post a screencap tomorrow, once all the subs are in. ::glances around paranoidly:: I didn't ask Alicey about her policy on showing off our work, but I'm assuming she'd be okay with it.
Let it be known that paints are bloody expensive. Gah. And Rebecca! Trala! I can't believe I forgot to blog about your luvverly letter! Super-hearts for the Lincoln stickers (they don't make Wilson stickers, do they? Huh? ::scoffs haughtily::) and related coolness. I felt uber-special! ::dances about merrily:: Priscilla said at 6:39 PM
Sunday, July 14, 2002
Hurrah. That was about to be a disaster. For a moment, I was terrified, as I still haven't gotten the tnm.n business all sorted out, and it's still stubbornly down, and I would probably need to host the Leaky Cauldron sample image things somewhere. Then it occurred to me that I still had espressoferrets, and all was happy. Then I realized that I didn't have access to where I stored the password, then I remembered the password. Gravy. All is good in Priscilla's life. Except for the fact that she has to do a second Cezanne copy for tomorrow, and she's only 9/10 of the way through with the first. Yipes. ::dashes off back to her dorm::
Erm, the dashing can wait just a second. Let it be said that I heart natural media. As of yet, I'm still a CG girl, but I've been having illegal amounts of fun with my colored pencils. Working on the first Cezanne, I randomly decided to color it, rather than leaving it in frankly pathetic black and white. My fingers started to get covered in pencil and charcoal dust, so I wet them and wiped them off on the spare piece of paper I had been using as a dust shield for my hand. To my shock, it looked like the mark had been made with watercolors. Were these the water soluble pencils Monica had raved about? They certainly didn't say so anywhere. Over the next few hours of work (partly the next day), I had implemented fingers, kleenex, tortillions, and eye makeup swabs to achieve what still looked like rubbish, but at least rubbish that I was proud of. I had Experimented With New Media. Hurrah. And now I dash. And briefly, let it be said that Faith is to be worshipped for the massive quantities of Demonology 101 updation going on. Hearts abound! Priscilla said at 7:51 PM ::pokes Swussian.com:: You alive there, Tanja?
Priscilla said at 1:39 PM Renata, Alicey, and Seejiles -- be happy! I sent all the Gaiman-y goodness your respective ways yesterday. They would have been sent Friday, but the Mailboxes Etc half a block from my dorm wanted to charge twice as much as the FedEx in Union Square, about 8 blocks away. I decided to go the next day, where I would have more of an excuse to be out over there. Tra la. $8.25 per parcel versus $16 each is worth the walk, says I.
Also, I reiterate my love for used bookstores. Following Ann's example, I went off to look for a big atlas for sketchbook fodder and wallet-making material (Marcelina has made a gorgeous wallet from snipping up a Van Gogh calendar, inspiring her friends to start an artsy wallet-making industry), and I found:
Good stuff. Priscilla said at 1:35 PM Yeep! Leaky Cauldron subs due tomorrow! Better finish up tonight. Good stuff. Wish Alicey and me luck!
Priscilla said at 1:11 PM
Saturday, July 13, 2002
Wow. My second-ever lucid dream. My parents were Important People in this dinner party thing the Dallas Institute was setting up, and the guest of honor was Paul McCartney. Therefore, Paul would have dinner with my family the day before the gala. It seemed so strange, because there we were in an everyday, homecooked family dinner, and there was Paul McCartney, sitting across the table. I woke up three times during the dream, then went back to sleep. Each awakening occured at the moment when I thought, "You know, you're at Parsons right now, not in Dallas. You're dreaming, hon." Drat. Oddly enough, Paul acted exactly like Neil Gaiman at the signing. Fwee. After dinner, I apologized beforehand and asked him to sign our unopened LP of the 1966 Compilation album thing. I didn't pester him with anything else. After that, I asked if I could hug him, and all in my family took turns giving him a hug. It was merry. Then, it was time to drive him back to the place where he was staying the night. I said "Baby, You Can Drive My Car" and we all laughed. We went outside and saw the night sky before us, which was strange, because we could see a paper-white sun setting. On the other horizon was a blindingly bright moon, which was reflected against the sky to show a dimmer moon where the sun had been. It was surreally beautiful. We got in his car, which turned out to be the red convertible from the new music video, and he drove us to the house he was staying at. I idly pondered how on earth I was going to get back home, then I woke up. Bah.
Priscilla said at 2:00 PM
Friday, July 12, 2002
Woah. Fixed it. Go me.
Priscilla said at 8:28 PM ::blinks:: Why are random entries appearing in boldface? I could figure out why, but I'm too lazy. Here's hoping it'll resolve itself! ::toasts glass::
Priscilla said at 8:27 PM Dear God. Aren't you glad I'm only doing Men at Arms?
Priscilla said at 7:03 PM Gah, posted this in Sgt. Pepper. Gah. That happens far too often. ::mutters::
Sannali -- don't worry about using more than your fair share at espressoferrets! We have 50M, and because the rest of us aren't using much, 12M is nothing to complain about. Plus, I'm considering moving the Ferrets to a different host, which gives us 200M for the same price, and I think the PDM are planning on getting their own domain, as well. So calm thyself! Don't worry, all is nifty. Priscilla said at 6:58 PM Transcript, Part I:
Neil: ...been writing 12, 13, 14 years, and you would think I would have mastered the basics. (Audience laughs and applauds. Neil borrows a copy of Coraline from a woman in the front row) Neil: (incomprehensible utterance that nonetheless makes the audience laugh). Coraline. Started writing it about 10, 11 years ago. Stopped writing it about 9 years ago. Started writing it again 5 years ago. It took 11, 12 years to write, and it's the shortest book I've ever written. And... I'm gonna read you... hmm, let's see... (he looks through the book) What page, indeed. (Audience laughter) Let's start... we'll begin at Chapter 3. Let's turn to Chapter 3. (Audience laughter) Coraline, for those that haven't read the book, is a small girl. Someone's asked me today what age she is, and I thought for a minute and I said, "The same age as Alice". (Audience laughter) And... uh... she has a door in her house. And it's a door that--because her house has been converted into flats, and is a slightly irregular shape--one door opens onto a brick wall. And she's discovered this. And she's very interested in the brick wall. And the door. (Audience titters) (he reads Chapter 3, which will not be transcribed for the sake of my sanity and certain copyright laws) More coming when I feel like it! Next up, the Q&A! (Note: For those who haven't read my full review yet, I have it posted in my LJ.) Priscilla said at 11:07 AM
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
I saw a Woody Allen movie being filmed today. I wonder if there will be random footage with me as an extra... I should demand 50 billion dollars. Look for a bridge scene outside the Met. ::nods:: We saw a big actor, but I forgot his name, so I'll post more later. He was shorter than he looked on screen. Ha.
Priscilla said at 4:57 PM Got a letter from Renata. Am loved.
Priscilla said at 4:52 PM
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Indeed. Priscilla said at 5:16 PM
Monday, July 08, 2002
Can I hit Bush with a stick? Please?
George Washington himself said in a letter to a North African counrty that the United States was not a Christian nation. I said a few days ago that I didn't think the whole Pledge of Allegiance issue should be brought up at a time when the U.S. was in such a need for stability, but now that we've started playing with fire, the only thing to do is to try to control the flames before too many people get burned. Seeing as the 9th District Court has already passed the ruling against "under God", I think we should let it lie. As far as my knowledge of the Constitution goes, the Supreme Court can't touch it, thanks to good old Freedom of Religion. If they tried to intervene, I believe it would only make the situation worse. Yes, it's against "tradition", but is the loss of a single tradition worth the revocation of Constitutional freedoms? And now good ol' Georgey Dubbya steps in and tries to force his personal beliefs on an entire country. At times like this, I like to sit back and wonder how dear liberal Mr. Gore would have dealt with it. The next time Bush spouts scripture from the Declaration of Independence, he would do well to remember that the word "God" was deliberately left out of the Constitution. Declaring freedom from Britain and actually establishing the guidelines for a new nation are quite different things. Priscilla said at 6:13 PM Priscilla said at 5:28 PM I'm still amused at the phrase "Credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine". It has such delightful, rhyming singsongy goodness. Gah, why am I in such a good mood? I've been a much happier person of late, it's quite nifty. So hugs all around! Joy!
Alicey, work on the top-secret project continues. Email me about the newspaper, I forgot what we decided it would say. Priscilla said at 4:49 PM Muaha, at lunch today, I scoped out where I would be going for the Neilness on the 11th. I'm going to call Becca tonight to find out what's the what, as no one is getting between me and certain Gaimanish autography joy. Bought "Stardust" (and "The Clockwork Orange", but that's irrelevant) and read oodles more of "Neverwhere". I heart Neil. Now if only I could find Sandman... Growl. My friend Erica was wearing a Sandman t-shirt today. I was happy. She had a pin on it with Dib, from Invader Zim. I was happier. I asked her if she was planning to see Neil. She said she hadn't known about it. I might have to kidnap her.
And my "Still the Prettiest" shirt arrived today, so I'm in a good mood. And I gave cookies to a homeless person, so life is merry. And no, Renata, he did not have a fuzzy pink bra. Thank Percy. Priscilla said at 4:42 PM Marcelina -- next year, our robot has to be Benzai-Ten, the Japanese goddess of language, wisdom, knowledge, good fortune, and water. Then we can be Benny and the Jets.
Harhar. Priscilla said at 4:31 PM
Sunday, July 07, 2002
I think I've figured out why I was so delighted about my laundry experience yesterday. It's the composing. I always get giddy and overjoyed when I come up with new music for MAA, and right after I was finished with the laundry, I sat down and wrote two verses for the Vimes and Sybil song. Go me. But still, credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine.
Priscilla said at 8:08 PM A treacherous inner voice told me to eat at Johnny Rockets tonight. I'm glad I did. I was spontaneously treated to a song and dance spectacular as the waiters boogied down to "Staying Alive". It was hilarious. When the song came on, they turned the music up, dimmed the lights (then dimmed them up and down with the beat), and stood in a line in front of the counter, discoing through a perfectly choreographed dance routine, right in front of my table. Percy, I love those moments when you feel like you're in a musical.
Priscilla said at 8:05 PM
Saturday, July 06, 2002
Meanwhile, Sannali has discovered frames! Nooo, Sannali! Stay strong! Don't give in to the dark side like I did! Once you start down the frames path, forever will it dominate your destiny! ::is sucked into oblivion with a surprising "scchluurp" sound::
Priscilla said at 9:15 PM Let it be known that I am the World's Biggest Loser. I was feeling down from online friend withdrawal, so I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of my dorm room, where I had spent two hours playing solitaire. I decided to do laundry. Then I remembered that the laundromat nearest my dorm is unbelieveably expensive. I looked at the flyer I had received upon entering, trying to find out about other laundromat locations, when I again remembered how one of the RA's coped with excessive laundromat prices: she used her bathtub. "This should be interesting," I told myself in a fairly schizophrenic manner.
I gathered all my colored clothes together (minus the "Percy is God and Boba Fett" shirt, as it was too precious to me to lose in the event that I messed up royally), and threw them in the tub, turning on the water. I grabbed my walkman, headphones, and precious "Yellow Submarine" CD, and prepared to get slightly wet. Laundry detergent was added. Wash cycles were simulated by a foot sloshing the clothes around to the tune of "Hey Bulldog" and "All Together Now". Then suddenly, as sudsy water washed over the clothes, a wave of absolute joy washed over me. I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. I still have no idea why I found this so entertaining, but for some reason, this alternative to laundry was the most fun I'd had in ages. I danced around my cramped bathroom, moving shirts from the bathtub to the sink to be rinsed, feeling like a complete moron for having so much fun, but not letting my realization that I was acting like a lunatic dim my radiant mood. Yes, Priscilla has finally gone mad. But it's a good mad. Yes, indeed. I think I'll write the Zen Book of Bathtub Laundry, or possibly become a guru, teaching enlightenment through Beatles and laundry. Who will be my first Grasshopper? Priscilla said at 9:14 PM Hurrah! All the entries you haven't seen yet due to Blogger's evilness! Joy! Meanwhile, the NYU Library security guards hate me because I don't have a valid student ID. Nice guards, yay. They let me through anyway with my stupid Parsons temporary ID. We were *supposed* to have our ID card photos taken last Wednesday, but they were cancelled. And I *really* don't want to have to pay to use a Cybercafe when school facilities are far more convenient and actually free. Meh.
Priscilla said at 8:50 PM Hell. My mom and my sister have been scheming plans for a dinner with a family friend, and I just found out today that they were planning it for the 11th. Don't they realize that that's Neil Gaiman Night? I hope there's time to change the plans... Grr. Why don't they talk to me about these things?
Priscilla said at 8:45 PM
Friday, July 05, 2002
I can't believe it's been so long since I've listened to the "Yellow Submarine" soundtrack. It has to be what? 9, 10 years? First or second grade. Gravy. ::sighs happily:: Experiencing Beatles music you've never heard before or you don't remember is always an amazing experience. I look back dreamily to this time last summer, when | ||
