tysolna: (penguin punk)
I wish I knew what I did wrong yesterday so I can avoid it in the future. Whatever it was, it resulted in the first ever full-blown migraine attack since well over a year. I had almost forgotten what it felt like, too, so I didn't take the meds in time, didn't fall asleep until three, and woke up a few minutes after the book I needed to bring back before ten today started being late. Bugger.
Also, the weather is dismal, and the cat peed on the couch.
If that's any indication of how this week will be like, I'll be in bed with the covers over my head.
tysolna: (wtf?)
The image says it all.
tysolna: (tic toc)
It appears that I have lost my watch yesterday.
It was a black Fossil watch with a silver etching of Marvin the Martian's head on the face. I bought it in 1999, in the Warner Brothers shop on Pier 39 in San Fransisco, after lunch at the Pier Market Seafood Restaurant. I was there with a friend, who said when I wavered about whether to get it or not, that I would regret it if I didn't. So I decided to get it and then found out it was 50% off.
I can remember taking it with me yesterday when I went swimming, and putting it into my trouser pocket when I got out of the car. But it's not in my pockets, not in my bag, and not in the car. I hope that whoever finds it gives it a good home.
OK, I know that in the grand scheme of things, me loosing a watch doesn't amount to much. But it was my watch, and there are memories attached to it.
tysolna: (throwing stones)
Why do we put so little value in the acoustics of the things we create?
Yes, I know, humans are primarily visual creatures. Still, I wish we would not only put thought into how our machines look like, but also what they sound like. Or rather, that they make less, or less annoying, noise.
Cars, for example. We want our cars to look good, and emit little to no exhaust fumes. In fact, exhaust fumes have been for quite some time an environmental health issue.
One car company - I forget which one - actually advertises on TV with a car that is so silent inside that children fall asleep, and grandfather wonders if the car is actually on. The outside visuals of the car on the other hand include not only a speedy driving, but also a loud vrooming motor sound. So, the drivers themselves are saved from the noise their own car makes. But what about pedestrians, cyclists, other drivers, or people living in the houses the car passes?
There is a lot of noise pollution, not only from cars, but also from all kinds of machines and appliances. Lawn mowers, bread cutters, washing machines, and other such tools. Let alone the peacock feathers of loud car stereos which make the rear windows of the cars vibrate with the beat.

I don't think that the engineers and designers couldn't muffle the noise, say, a lawnmower makes, if they wanted to and if there were a demand for it.
Does the loudness of machinery really equal power in some part of our brain that has been educated during the industrial revolution? And wouldn't it be nice if we could learn otherwise?
tysolna: (face like me)
I am starting to wonder how big our next-door neighbour's garden is, because he's been mowing the lawn for two hours now.
Two hours.
He's either working very, very slowly, or his lawn mower isn't worth the money it takes to let it run. Every time the mower stops, I hope he's finished already, but about half a minute later, he starts again. It takes me about half an hour to mow our lawn, of a same-sized garden.
Either way, the incessant hum of the lawn mower is slowly but surely getting on my nerves and is destroying my concentration.

meh

Jun. 30th, 2006 11:08 pm
tysolna: (yargh!)
Do you know what I hate about football parties on Friday evening?
It messes up the sleep of those who have to get up early on Saturday.
Three - count them! - three garden parties around me, thundering bass and woefully bad singing included, and no way to sleep with the window closed.

Hooray for headphones.
tysolna: (gaslight)
I could not access half the sites I usually have no problem with. I try everything I can think of - clear the cache, the cookies, the history, ping the server - no problem - use a different browser (IE - yuck!), nothing works. Maybe it's the connection, so I try my mum's computer - no problem at all. So it must be my computer.
It's turned the bloody Windows firewall back on. I turn it off - don't worry, I have a firewall of my own - and suddenly, everything works again. Miracle upon miracle!
I do hate it when my computer does things I don't tell it to. Sometimes I wish I was a luddite. Only then I wouldn't have this.

Oh, yes, and we're one game on. With flags a-waving and car horns a-hooting and people a-celebrating until the break of dawn. Hooray! Schland! Schland! ;)
tysolna: (justify)
This post was brought on by a friend being censored in an online place, and the resulting comments to his lj post, and was written while my body was spring cleaning the house.

Every once in a while, especially when I've been away and / or not updating regularly, I get to thinking about this blog (Journal? Whatever.) of mine, why I write in it, and what I write about.

cut for Do ya really wanna read this? Do ya, punk? )
tysolna: (wtf?)
This ties in with an earlier conversation I was having, as well as a post by [livejournal.com profile] ladyjillian; also, it is something that has been preying on my mind, and it concerns MTV.
No, not the question why a tv station the program of which consists mostly of talk shows, reality tv and adverts for mobile phone ringtones is called "music television", though that is something I've also asked myself a few times.
This time, though, it's a specific show I mean, MTV's "Made, which I don't so much watch as occasionally fall into when I'd much rather be asleep, or am taking a break and knitting.
For those who've never seen this show before, a short recap: teenagers who want to achieve something special or change their lives in some way write in to MTV, who then supply a coach or two, facilities etc, while following the teenager around with a camera. The special acievement can range from "I want to be a coast guard", "I want to become a model" to "I want to become better at school".

So far, so good.

Now, the last two episodes of this that I've seen were upsetting and worrying me. In one of them, there was this rather tomboyish teen who loved her books (fantasy, mostly), was very much into sports, had her own katana, and looked slightly like Harry Potter with the glasses and the hair. Anyway, she wanted to be Helen in the school's theatre production of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. So during this show, this geeky, yet confident and interesting teen learns to wear dresses and high heels and how to ask out boys, gets her face made up and her hairdo changed, in short, she is turned into a Woman. The acting classes she gets support this, since Helen has to be this very female, uh, female.
In the next episode, there's this guy, about the same age. He's not even geeky, just different - he likes to read poetry, is fencing, likes to wear highly colourful shoes and play RPGs. He actually described himself as a born-too-late romantic. His goal? To ask out a girl for the school dance. In order to achieve this, he gets turned into a run-of-the-mill, slightly macho, "cool", ideal college boy, in short, a Man.

And the only thing I can ask myself while I sit and watch this is: Why?
tysolna: (niiimooon)
From urbandictionary.com:
Squee
A noise primarily made by an over-excited fangirl, however it has spread rapidly and is now widely spread among the web community.
Omg!! New Harry Potter book out!! Omg Squee squee! omg!!!

Like I said to [livejournal.com profile] spiralsheep the other day, nothing against a good squee. I've squee'd like a rabid fangirl myself, most recently over Steve Hackett and, yes, John Barrowman. However, I'm not that used anymore to overt, happy squeeing that young fangirls are so fond of, and particularly I am not used to that in connection to Doctor Who fandom.
The Who fans I've come to know are mostly mature - as long as no-one mentions the TVM - and like discussing things such as TV canon vs Virgin canon vs NA and EDA canon, and where Big Finish fits into all of this. Or at least, if they don't discuss this, they are at least knowledgeable about it to a certain degree.

Enter the young, impressionable, OMGtheyaresoHAWT fangirls.

Come on, think a few now, it's not like you've known Doctor Who all your life. No, I reply, but at least I know that, while Tennant may be cute, so is Davison, and while Eccleston may be all dark and mysterious, so was McCoy, and Ace could beat Rose with a baseball bat.

And like my knitting, I like to do my sqeeing in private.
tysolna: (wtf?)
Do you know the feeling when you're absolutely tired, as if you've been swimming for a couple of hours and then having interesting conversations in the afternoon and then walked home because you missed the bus and you're dog tired by half past ten so you lie down and watch TV for a bit, then turn it off around eleven because it's 32 channels and nothing on, and you turn off the light and expect to graciously fall into a deep, exhausted sleep but only a few minutes later you realize that while your body is dog tired, your mind is wide awake, thoughts running around your brain thinking over the day and overanalyzing yourself again wishing you'd said something else or nothing at all and your thoughts are dragging you into cul-de-sacs which of course aren't any, it's only because your mind can't relax the way your body would wish to, and besides it's too bright to sleep, get up push down blinds, and it's too stuffy, get up again open window a bit, too cold, cuddle up in blankets, need to pee get up again find way in darkness and cold and get back into bed and your mind still can't relax so you turn on a bit of cool jazz to occupy your mind with, but hey, says the mind, fascinating, I've never heard what comes after that piece, let's stay awake and find out, and you try to relax as much as possible when suddenly the square centimetre of skin on your right big toe which got abraded during swimming makes itself felt every time it touches the blankets and your left upper thigh develops a twitch and your nose itches and the usually so comfortable pillow is full of bumps and you can't find any way to lie that is even remotely comfortable and your mind is still very much interested in the music and by now it's one o'clock and you
JUST
CAN'T
SLEEP?

Well, if you know the feeling, at least I'm not alone.
tysolna: (Default)
There were four things in today's newspaper that just make me want to comment on. )

There. Rant over.

Oh, one thing I found out by reading [livejournal.com profile] customers_suck: There seems to be a problem in the US with seasonal greetings in shops this year. Saying "Merry Christmas" is a no-no for shop workers, as it may offend non-Christians. Instead, "Happy Holidays" is to be used. Dear American friends: Is this true?

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