And you might actually be able to see the picture when my ftp access stops fucking around.

Apparently he isn't the first to have this fetish:

You never know what you might find on a exotic animal mailing list:

To whom it may concern,

Hello their, I am a 21 year old submissive guy who is desparately searching for a Mistress to teach and train me. I have recently developed a desire for humiliation and degradtion (sic). Actually my desire is to be trained like a dog and be a Mistress's "boy dog" so to speak and be treated like a dog. I would enjoy this activity as I think it is a very "high" form of humiliation for me as I desire it so much.

I was just curious if there are any ladies out there who would be interested in a playing with a "human dog" or train a dog. If there are any real dog breaders (sic) out there and would like to practice it on a human, please do experiment it on me . I would definitely not mind at all. Furthermore, if there are any other forms of humiliation that you would like to practice on someone ... I would love to be your first ...

I am located in Southern Ontario and am able to travel to nearby town for your convenience.

Thank you sincerely for your time ...

One of my friends introduced me to a new little animation: The Killer Bean.

As my friend put it, it's a mixture of several John Woo movies, A Bug's Life, and The Matrix.

View it here.

You can now be a one-person marketing opportunity, with pointless souvenirs and all.

I don't have to be a company to have all the stupid marketing gimmicks. I can have stupid marketing gimmicks just for the sake of having them! I can have mugs, t-shirts, mousepads . . . all emblazoned with the graphics and logo of my design.

I could even have a graphic of a piece of dog crap with "Limeworld.com" written across it. Yay.

Something to think about, though. Anybody wanna buy my dog-crap-Limeworld t-shirt?

Okay, so it's been a while since I posted it, but couldn't somebody leave me a voice mail?

Please?

780-423-2492 ext. 2109

Did I mention how HAPPY I am to be back on Limeworld?

I am so happy. *hug* :)

Okay, well, maybe my goals aren't really muddy, as much as they are prolific.

My mental dialogue sounds something like this:

I could go into


computing science


but I think I'd enjoy somekind of engineering more.


Nanotechnology is really cool, so engineering physics would be awesome.


On the other hand, I can't deny my artistic sensibilities, especially my love of graphic design.


But then there's my love of business


I'd love to be some kind of high-powered executive, trimming the fat and turning companies into lean, mean, money-making machines.


But there's no such thing as an "high-powered-executive degree".

Round and around and around it goes. Do I plan for the highest position I'd like to reach (executive), or do I plan for the more flexible, more enjoyable lower level positon that allows me the flexibility of contractual work (graphic design)? If I go into the arts, am I failing to be the pioneer in science I always thought I ought to be (comp sci or engineering physics)?

You see, it's too complicated. It's better to just do the courses and ask myself again later.

You know, when something is meant to happen, it just happens.

This whole renting-buying fiasco is just one example. School is another.

For the longest time, I couldn't picture myself being a student again . . . not really. Now, I sit here with my materials from Athabasca University actually excited about embarking on earning the 24 credits I need to be readmitted to the University of Alberta.

Once upon a time, about 3 years ago, I was a student at the University of Alberta. I didn't really feel right about being there, but I couldn't afford not to, since I would have otherwise had to face being kicked out of my parents house with only a $7/hr. income to support myself.

Thus, I chose to become a student and enter pre-veterinary medicine. Needless to say, it was a blazing failure. It's amazing how low you can get your GPA to be when you really don't want to be there. But I still couldn't leave, so I was forced to appeal my Required-to-Withdraw status. I was unfortuately readmitted.

The only good thing that came out of that grim and pathetic year was meeting Forever North. Otherwise, it was a really lousy way to waste $4000.

You can only appeal being Required-to-Withdraw once, and thus ended my post-secondary career. I kept saying that I would go back, but deep down I really didn't want to.

People grow and people change, and sometimes people go through massive, life-changing crises. Sometimes it helps you learn about yourself and understand your life better. And sometimes it makes you reconsider going back to school.

Oddly enough, I don't even know where I'll end up . . . my goals are as muddy as they ever were. But I am working towards those 24 credits, and I'm doing what I can to take as many different kinds of courses as I can. On Tuesday I wasn't a student, and on Wednesday I was. Some things are just meant to be.

I'm excited that I'm finally having the opportunity to truly explore my options the way most people would have in their first year of university. I won't just be leaping blindly into a science, any science. I'm taking astronomy, english, art history and computing. Perhaps later on I'll take French and classics, as well as biology and math. I'd long forgotten how much fun learning could be.

The best part about Athabasca is that I no longer have to spend every morning falling asleep in the middle of a boring class and then spending a grueling night to try and catch up to the pace that someone else set. I finally get to learn on my own terms, and I have all kinds of time to do it! It's cheaper too! Ah, if only all universities were like this.

Speaking of owning a place, I have a new found appreciation for houses.

A place of your own, even if it is a dingy little box of a place, is still your own. No longer do you flush half your paycheck down the toilet just so you can rent someone else's dinky shit box. No more worrying about being kicked out by your landlord, no more worrying about being turned down because your credit isn't good enough or you have too many pets.

A home is a wonderful thing, and Forever North and I may just have one in our sights . . . one that is in an area I've always wanted to live in, in a price range we can manage, and with room to renovate to our tastes. And we might even get to house-sit until we are in a better position to buy it! No, it's not on the market, and yes, its location is secret. But trust me, if it becomes ours, you'll be one of the first to know!

I knew this whole renting disaster happened for a reason. :)

I retract the derogatory words I had for my current landlord, and reapply them to another management company that happens to be made up of a bunch of crooks.

If I wasn't sure about owning my own place before, I sure am now.

I can't really get into too much more detail, but I will say that my lawyer is working on the situation now. Lawyers are fun when they're on your side.

How to have a bit of fun with your phone:

Dial 1-800-888-3999


Listen to all the options


Hit 7 on your touchtone phone pad to choose option 7.

This number might only work in Canada, so don't blame me if you get some sex-chat line. :)

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Asian boy bands! How thrilling! N'Chink and the Bok Choy Boys.

My favourite song is "Fry Fry Fry" by the Bok Choy Boys.

I'm so smitten. *swoon*

Found via Finite Moments.

Nothing like some haikus to make you computer problems seem less horrible:

The Web site you seek

Can not be located but

Countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.

Reflect, repent, and reboot.

Order shall return.

ABORTED effort:

Close all that you have worked on.

You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.

I am the Blue Screen of Death.

No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.

Today it is not working.

Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence.

This thousand dollar screen dies

So beautifully.

With searching comes loss

And the presence of absence:

"My Novel" not found.

The Tao that is seen

Is not the true Tao until

You bring fresh toner.

Stay the patient course.

Of little worth is your ire.

The network is down.

A crash reduces

Your expensive computer

To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:

Death, taxes, and lost data.

Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,

But the water has moved on.

This page is not here.

Out of memory.

We wish to hold the whole sky,

But we never will.

Having been erased,

The document you're seeking

Must now be retyped.

Serious error.

All shortcuts have disappeared.

Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

I got these via email, so don't you be thinking I'm plagarizing, 'kay? If I knew who to credit, I would. :)

Isn't it scary when you get an email from someone you know in real life, but haven't talked to since 6th grade?

It just happened to me, but the scary part is he doesn't recognize me from my picture . . . he thinks he doesn't know me.

I'm hoping he's a more genuine person than I heard he had become in high school, but you never can tell. I'm sure he'd sugar-coat it any way I'd like to hear it, since he apparently finds me attractive.

*sigh* The world is too weird for words.

Oh, did I mention that I think the new management staff of my building complex are a bunch of fucks?

In the 2 years I've been in my apartment, I've never received so many snotty sounding messages on my voice mail. I had to call and ask if they had rented our apartment yet, since it took their sister-facility (same management company) 20 days to tell us we had been turned down for tenancy. The apartment is still free, but this woman acted like I'd ruined her life by asking. She let out this huge SIGH and said tersely that we have to come down to the office right away and tear up the last-month papers.

I have so fucking had it with these people that I want to march down there and tell them that they might want to consider not treating their tenants like shit if they want to stay in business.

Being rejected for tenancy sucks.

Especially when they take 2/3 of a month to tell you about it, and you're supposed to move out at the end of it.

Since there's nothing wrong with my credit or Forever North's, I can only surmise that this has to do with our pets. Essentially, we have too many.

I, of course, do not think that 4 is too many, but a lot of building managers do. They seem to particularly have problems with the rabbit, although I'm not entirely sure why. I can't imagine that most of these people have ever owned rabbits.

Anyway, it has forced us to make the rather unfortunate decision of finding our bunny a new home. I'm not happy about it, but I don't think we have a choice. It's either give up the rabbit, or live with his or my parents for a few years. We are not going to go live with our parents.

So, with a heavy heart, I must go and seek out a new home for the bunny. I hope we can find a place where we can keep our chinchillas, or we'll be hooped.

Before I go for tonight, I would just like to apologize to all the people who came here only to find nothing new.

I know how much that sucks, and I'll try not to let that happen again. :)

G'night y'all.

This is the gun I usually end up using:

The MP5 Navy is not really my favourite, but it's usually the one I can afford, even if my team is doing lousy.

Forever North introduced me to the Colt M4A1 Carbine, which is also very nice, but a bit more pricy.

However, if you really want to fuck the other guy's shit up, you really need a good sniper rifle. I enjoy using this one:

The Steyr Scout Sniper Rifle isn't the snazziest sniper rifle, but it's one that I've been able to afford on a regular basis. Sometimes practice makes it special. :)

Oh, and major points to LaR.Mojothang for the cool flash intro on the LaR website. I enjoy watching it every time. :)

Ooh, did I mention I love shooting people?

Counter-Strike is my new passion.

It's the best thing that has happened to me since Age of Empires. I am one of a small handful of women (or so it would appear) that play online, and I hope I will succeed in recruiting more.

One of the people I've gotten to know recently is LaR.Mojothang, who is the founder of the Counter-Strike LaR clan. One of the members of LaR is LaR.Jessica, who is a real force to be reckoned with. On the 32-man Phatness server, she currently holds the top spot, with 574 kills vs. 156 deaths. To put that into perspective for you non-CS-playing folks, my friends and I have been known to do as badly as 3 kills vs. 12 deaths in a game. It's a ratio thing, but you get the picture. It's something like 368% accuracy vs. 25% accuracy.

Anyway, the point is, any gal who can dominate like that in such a testosterone-thick environment is my personal hero. I don't know that I'll ever achieve that level of skill (since I do have other things to do from time to time), but she's great!

If you play CS, watch for me as [Shiva] Nikita. Blast away kids! :)

Oh sweet Limeworld, how I've missed you!!!!

Every day I spend without my blog is sheer torment . . . who will listen to me babble? Who will contemplate my brain-farts? Without you, the real world is a cold, dull, lonely place.

I actually work with people who do not use email. EMAIL . . . one of the most primary uses of the internet, and they know nothing of it. I can't even tiptoe into BLOGGER because our proxy server is strict and vicious. It's like being on some kind of Orthodox WAN.

I seriously considered fiddling with the server, but the dusty, faded sign that says, "DO NOT TOUCH THE KEYBOARD OR MONITOR . . . EVER" discouraged me. The main office always seems to be tracking every 1 and 0 that travels through every computer, and I'm in danger of getting my ass roasted for just changing the desktop wallpaper.

Good-bye dreams of Age of Empires tournaments after work, farewell Counter-Strike clan games using the corporate internet connection. You shall not be a part of my future there.

However, money isn't everything, and I've decided to go back to school, so FUCK THEM. Clan [Shiva], live long and strong!!!!

Wow, it has been far too long.

Have I really gone almost a month without updating my site? Shame on me.

Oh well, real life can be all-consuming.

So, you're all wondering, "What the hell happened to you?".

Simple . . . I got a job.

It's a simple job . . . I work for a home-care company doing administrative-type work. It's simple, and I love it. I get up every morning, go through my routine, and I go to work. I couldn't be happier! Everyday, I earn the respect of the people around me for the work that I do, and it's incredibly satisfying. This job, more than any other job I've had in my life, really and truly feels like something I've earned all on my own merit. That's something you can't put a price on.

Oh, and another big thing just happened . . . . I'm getting married!!!

That's right, the previously marriage-phobic Limegirl is finally taking the plunge, and I couldn't be happier.

I didn't want to get married for a long time. Seeing my parents get divorced coloured my view of marriage, and I was reluctant to ever participate in one of my own. But then something clicked. Something gave way, and I realized that I didn't have to worry about my life becoming something totally bizarre and foreign just because I have a ring on my finger. I can still be the same person, as can Forever North, and the rings on our fingers will be the only thing that changes.

So I'm very excited . . . we decided that August of next year would be a good time to hold it, so that all those near and dear to me, especially my friends and family who are out of the province and country, can come and celebrate this exciting time in our lives.

My mother is giving me the wedding ring my father gave to her when they got married . . . it means a tremendous amount to me, like giving the ring a new beginning. We're going to have the diamond set in a new setting, so that I can take a piece of my parents' marriage with me into my own. Maybe it's hard to understand the significance . . . but for me, it's like giving that ring hope again, that it hasn't had for several decades now. It's like renewing my own hope.

So that's my life in a nutshell . . . that's what has happened lately. Hopefully I will be able to update this regularly, but since I don't have internet access at work, there are no guarantees.

Until the next time I blog, Happy Thanksgiving! :)