IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP IT'S UP

My site . . . IS UP!

YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Merry and Susan,

I love you guys!

Love, Limegirl.

The word of the day is churlish.

Not for any particular reason . . . it's just stuck in my head.

Limeworld will be down for transfer to a new server. Please stand by.

Woo hoo!

Phew, that got ugly, eh???

Well, thanks to several extremely kind souls, Limeworld no longer looks like some wretched upside-down triangle. YAY!

Go visit them, because they're a great bunch of people with really cool sites. :)

Okay, it's not just my computer. It's on every computer I've checked so far.

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please, will somebody have a look at my html and tell me why everything looks so fucked up? The bottom of the index page is squeezed together, and my archive pages are two pages wide. But I can't find the problem. The only difference is that I removed Reblogger, and everything looked fine before that. Argh!

Why? WHY?????

Or maybe it's only fucked up on my computer, which would make perfect sense. %&$*@^#!!!!!!

Oh, in case you're wondering why the text on this page suddenly looks like an upside-down triangle, I really have no idea.

Reblogger doesn't seem to be working, so I'm removing it for now so as not to further bog down my already horribly slow, pop-up laden website. ~sigh~

My dear friend Lara from my bunny mailing list lost her bunny. Fuzzbucket (aka Fuzzy, Fuzzwah, HRH and The Bunny of Doom) was suffering in the late stages cancer, which Lara helped release her from on Thursday.

Lara met Fuzzy when Fuzzy was an adorable baby who insisted Lara take her home. Lara was on vacation, 12 hours from home, but nevertheless, how can you argue with true love?

Fuzzy was a loving cuddle-bun, and Lara and Fuzzy were soon inseparable. Lara didn't let Fuzzy out of her sight for the first three months.

Unfortunately, wasn't long before Fuzzy began developing health problems. She developed polycystic ovaries, which made her a crabby gal. She also developed problems with her eyes, and had her right eye removed. She later had her left eye removed as well.

She was still plucky, though. She would not be kept down by illness. She continued to share her love with Lara, and found love in a sweet, snotty-nosed lop rabbit named Lumpy Custard.

It was eventually disagnosed that Fuzzy, who was constantly developing strange recurring lumps, was suffering from cancer. In her case, it appears that she had had cancer for quite some time, so chemotherapy would not be possible. Lara did her best to make Fuzzy comfortable in her last few weeks, and finally let her go on Thursday.

Fuzzy, Fuzzwah, Fuzzbucket, HRH, The Bunny of Doom, who would have turned 2 on February 29th, is now at the Rainbow Bridge. I asked my bridge kitty Yuki to meet her and help her feel welcome.

We'll miss you, Fuzzy.

I swear, as soon as I can get things sorted out with VeriSign, I'm moving this site elsewhere. I'm sorry about the pop-ups and the other stupid shit that comes up when you try to load the site. We'll have no more of that!!!!

My friend Michelle is working on a cruise ship that is currently in Key West.

She delights in torturing her friends with reminders of how beautiful the rest of the world is while we slowly freeze to death on the Canadian tundra.

I think I'm going to go blind if I read any more intelligent writing, so I think I'll call it a night.

The literary genius of others is starting to devour my novel and spit it back at me in slobbery chunks.

So, uh, my birthday is *cough* coming up.

December 8th. No biggie. Just thought I'd mention it.

I shall join the legions and shout FUCK ME loud enough for all to hear.

And I've decided to add "trend-sucking assmunch" to my list of frequently used words.

Lest you think I do not enjoy that site, I'll add that this post and this post made me laugh out loud. I don't know what Mr. Allen does for a living, but he's quite the word-smith.

Oh, and he seems to have an appreciation for Mordecai Richler. Bless him! I hope I can be him when I grow up.

I love this one too. Read it!

While I can't blame the poor man, I mean, I'd probably have done the same, the story makes me want to cry.

I just posted to Kyouki for this week's topic: List out your TOP FIVE FAVORITE albums, cds, records, tapes, or 8-tracks. And tell me why!. I was going to post my honourable mentions here, but I seem to have deleted my honourable mentions list in some strange blaze of stupidity. I'll rewrite it later when I have the energy. In the meantime, go check out everyone else's choices.

Forever North is at the airport right now, on his way to Fort MacMurray for business. ~sigh~

I miss him already.

HALLELUJAH!!!! I'm so happy . . . I feel like I've got a new computer! Well, I sorta do.

When we first built this computer last year, it had a PIII processor, nVIDIA GeForce2 GTS video card and an ASUS motherboard with VIA chipsets. In case it's not abundantly clear, that combo licks serious ass. The components themselves are fine, but put them together in our computer and they fight each other.

In its original configuration, we took it into a tech support place to solve the numerous, horrid problems we were having, which included fatal exceptions, blue screens of death, not being able to write to the hard drive, not detecting the CPU, not detecting the video card, etc.. (Oh, did I mention that our monitor died at the same time?) The guy who helped us, who has been doing this sort of thing for 10 years, had to spend 8 straight days working on ONLY our computer, during which he blew out two power supplies and almost threw himself off a bridge because he couldn't find the source of the problems. He finally managed to stabilize it by dialing back the video card to AGP 2X (from its usual AGP 4X). But having a sweet video card that runs at half its capacity still pretty much licks.

When our computer, after several reformattings, started taking 15 minutes to boot (rather than the usual 30-60 seconds), we decided it was time to get a motherboard that would be less likely to have problems with our components. Enter our new motherboard.

Sweet, sweet Microstar International, with your Intel chipsets. I love you. Our computer, now featuring oh-so-sexy Windows XP, purrs like a kitten. You wanna run The Sims? No prob. You wanna play The Sims, check your email and surf the web at the same time? Hah! That's nothing. This computer laughs at your challenge. Try playing The Sims and Counterstrike at the same time, and the computer might consider it a decent challenge.

Excuse me while I wax poetic for Microstar:

Oh sweet Microstar International

your Intel chipsets

are so lovely,

so glorious.

Hear the purr of the PIII 733,

pleased to find you

nestled close

to its slot card.

You bring out the best in my nVIDIA GeForce2,

allowing AGP 4X

so I no longer have to settle for 2X.

You are the motherboard of my dreams.

Weird conversations happen when you play The Sims and base the characters on real people:

FN: "Are you hungry?"

(Limegirl looks at the computer monitor, then at FN, then back at the computer monitor. Several moments pass.)

LG: "Uh, yes. I think so."

I keep getting my sim-life and my real life confused.

Limeworld Sim Family - Part I

Limegirl (sim) and Forever North (sim) buy a house together. They live as roommates and coexist peacefully. FN gets a job as a Medical Assistant, and Limegirl stays home and maintains the house. When they save up more money, Limegirl hires a maid and gardener and gets a job as a Subway Musician. Soon, FN is promoted to Paramedic, then Nurse, and Limegirl is promoted to Piano Tuner, then Wedding Singer.

Life is smooth and life is peaceful. Soon, FN and Limegirl find themselves enjoying each others company more and more. Watching TV together, playing chess, or even just chatting over dinner or breakfast. A bit of flirting starts the sparks flying, and soon they are two sims in love.

They get to know their neighbours, Maurice and Bella Goth, and spend time chatting pleasantly with them. They expand the house to accomodate some of their new belongings.

One morning, after sharing a passionate kiss after breakfast, a dialogue box pops up asking, "Do you want to have a baby?". "Yes" is clicked, and a baby boy appears in the kitchen. They name him William. FN heads off to work, and Limegirl narrowly misses having the child taken away by social services for going to work and leaving him alone all day.

On the second day of being stressed-out, sleep-deprived and generally miserable, Limegirl is fired from her job for not showing up.

When Limegirl finally manages some semblance of a rhythm to her day, William morphs in the middle of the kitchen into an 8 year old boy and heads off to his first day of school.

End of Part I.

My computer is shittier than ever. All it has on it are Windows 98, Microsoft Office 2000 and The Sims, and it still takes 15 minutes to boot. I think there is something horribly wrong with the system. I hope I can get it fixed, because otherwise I may breakdown and cry.

Just a note before I disappear again . . . I'm reformatting my hard drive again because my computer is a surly, uncooperative bitch. The ordeal of reinstalling all the software will probably take a good few hours at least. If I never come back, it's because my computer killed me.

It looks like my domain name contact information is all messed up, so it may take a while before I can move Limeworld to a new home. ~sigh~

We were victorious, although we didn't catch any whitefish and we watched one guy pull in 5 in a row . . . but I digress. GMAN caught an awesome northern pike that we had for supper last night.

I do, however, need to remind myself not to get too fixated or attached to the fish we catch when they're alive. I was so upset about having to kill it, I almost couldn't eat dinner. I'm realistic, of course . . . I mean, I know where our food comes from, I know that unless you're a vegetarian, something had to die to get to your plate. But seeing such a bold, strong creature and knowing that we would be taking its life away, it was almost too much.

Okay, I cried. Yes, I bawled like a baby for a fish. I ate it, mostly because I felt I owed it to the fish. I figured the fish wouldn't be very impressed if it went through everything it had gone through, only to be spurned as an entree.

No, I'm not planning on embarking on vegetarianism anytime soon, but I think this experience has made me more mindful of where my food comes from. Instead of mindlessly shoving a hamburger in my mouth, I'll try to take a moment to thank the animal that had to give up its life for me.

Maybe you think it's silly, or weird, or foolish, but it's just something I have to do, for whatever karmic significance it might have. Please don't laugh, I'm honestly not a hippy.

We're going fishing again, because we refuse to be deterred. We won't be defeated! Today, we will be victorious!

Wow, too many naps today have left me feeling downright hippity-yippity at 3 in the morning. Part of me wants to work on the novel, part of me wants to dance around the living room, spinning like someone with an inner ear disorder.

Maybe sleep is best.

Before Blogger disappears on me again, I would just like to say that we did go fishing. In fact, we went fishing on both Wednesday and Thursday, and came away empty-handed both days.

Yep, not so much as a nibble. We watched a guy on the other side of the channel pull in two whitefish, while the rest of us stood around with looks of amazement. The bloody fish were out there, but they refused to bite. ~sigh~

Oh, and I don't have any pictures because there was nothing to photograph but three dejected fishing enthusiasts sitting around a campfire and sulking. More later when Blogger is stable. :)

FN, GMAN and I are going fishing tomorrow morning, bright and early.

I don't know if we'll catch anything, but I think it'll be fun. If I'm not in a coma, I'll try to take pictures. :)

Loading my site licks serious ass, so I'm working on moving this beast somewhere without banners and without pop-ups. If you come back in a day or two to find my site down, don't worry, it's only temporary. :)

I was thinking about my novel, and I realized that although I did grasp the fact that it's supposed to be about quantity and not quality, I can't keep myself from editing. The editing hasn't stopped, but I seem to be editing about half as much as I normally would. In fact, my usual editing usually progresses from tweaking this and that to complete paralysis, so I think I'm doing pretty good so far. I was only paralysed for two days, as opposed to forever.

I have to write 2100 words everyday until November 30th, but I can do it! Sure I can. Yep. Sure.

I have joined the ranks of Kyouki, thanks to Merry, and I just added my contribution to the "What did you want to be when you grew up"/"Ideal job?" topic.

It's entitled, Indecisive is my middle name!

Hey, after hearing the sound, don't you also hear something about Farrah Fawcett and scandal? Or maybe Michael Jackson. Geez, what was the scandal of the day way back in the early 90's?

I was chatting with a friend a moment ago about old tabloid shows.

I used to watch Hard Copy and A Current Affair religiously as a kid. I believe it caused massive brain damage.

It got me to thinking, "Why does ICQ use a sound from A Current Affair?"

the sound

The first time I heard that, it gave me the creepiest bit of deja vu.

I would like to express my love for a new program I found: PopUp Killer.

Hate pop-up windows? I sure do! Well guess what PopUp Killer does? MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Best of all, it doesn't lock things up entirely so you can still open new browser windows and comment windows. YAY! I give PopUp Killer

out of 10, because I haven't found anything I don't like about it yet!

It's amazing what giving yourself permission to screw up can do. I wrote 3068 words tonight, and I don't think I ever did that in all the year I was in school. And if I did, I'm sure it was 3000 words of blithering nonsense written the night before an essay is due. Not that I make a habit of doing that sort of thing.

I won't guarantee 50,000 words by November 30th, but if ever there was a moment that I was on the right track to get there, this would be the moment. :)

Congratulations to Lester, who won first place in Merry's contest with his Merry Potter picture. Yay Lester!

Horror is a woman named Dot.

More additions to the NaNoWriMo Guerilla Rebellion page. Even a spanky new form to join the rebel forces with ease!

"Are you The NaNoWriMo Guerilla Rebellion?"

"Fuck off! We're The Guerilla Rebellion of NaNoWriMo!"

A little soundbite of FN after seeing the rebellion page.

I decided to give BlogBuddy a try, and well, so far it's pretty spanky! :)

Let the rebellion begin.

r0x0r camo background from here.

I'm a rebel, I dance to my own beat.

I may have missed the deadline for NaNoWriMo, but I won't let that stop me! I'm going to do it anyway! That's right, a 50,000 word novel by November 30th. Okay, stop laughing.

I know there are others out there who are sad because they missed the deadline, but be sad no more! Join my team! I'm starting a rebel NaNoWriMo group. We wear camo, and we take no prisoners. Email me if you're interested, and I'll start building a wee site for our rebel movement. I may even be able to dig up some tiny prizes. :)

Gosh, how does anyone pick a favourite? It's too hard!

This is so very much not Elvis Costello singing Everyday I Write The Book.

In fact, it reminds me of a song by Spike Jones called Der Fuehrer's Face. In grade 10 I did a figure skating routine to that song for a phys ed assignment. Yes, the routine was a bit, er, odd.

AGH, somebody save me from the horrendous pain in my back. I am such a gimp. Somebody put me out of my misery.

I'm a big stupid-head.

Between being busy with the peace group and being sick, I've neglected my Petbunny mail to the tune of 3900 emails. But the number isn't what scares me. It's that my friend's bunny has Multi Systemic Lympho Sarcoma, and I didn't know. Not only did I not know, but I didn't say anything either.

Big stupid-head = me. :(