tag:www.roboppy.net,2007:/blog/2 2006-08-17T04:59:56Z My life is boring. Movable Type 3.31 tag:www.roboppy.net,2006://2.635 2006-08-17T04:57:45Z 2006-08-17T04:59:56Z

I haven't bothered to style this blog yet since I moved to a new host and figured, "TIME TO START ANEWWW!" Like getting a new skin! Check out my exoskeleton!...wait, it's not ready yet. This blog is boring and not...

The Girl Who Ate Everything All the kids are doin' it.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2006://2.633 2006-06-18T15:50:16Z 2006-08-15T04:43:06Z

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I don't really update this anymore because the food blog owns my life, but when you run out of bandwidth in two days, something's up. JESUS CHRIST, who farked my friend? I laughed so hard, I think I displaced some...

the food blog owns my life, but when you run out of bandwidth in two days, something's up. JESUS CHRIST, who farked my friend? I laughed so hard, I think I displaced some organs. And then I felt guilty because my friend is definitely going to kill me. But she can't because she's in Toronto and I'm in NYC. Phew. (wipes sweat off forehead) But still. Jesus. I hope she think it's funny. ...oh, but stealing my bandwidth isn't funny at all. So I deleted the photo. I don't make any money off of my websites. I JUST KEEP LOSING IT, ACTUALLY. I think you had enough fun messing around with the photo of my friend. HOOHA! Okay. Thanks for making me laugh. Time for sleep.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.631 2005-09-21T02:58:14Z 2006-08-15T04:43:06Z

So almost a month later, I EMERGE. FROM... I didn't emerge from raisin buns, but I thought they looked rather nice. I'm sure they taste good too. Since my life basically revolves around food by this point (besides that, as...

I didn't emerge from raisin buns, but I thought they looked rather nice. I'm sure they taste good too. Since my life basically revolves around food by this point (besides that, as a living human being, I tend to eat every day, I'm also a food studies major, and all of my classes for the semester are purely food related), I update the food blog regularly. Whenever I think about whether I should update this blog, two questions come to mind:

1. Is the thing I want to write about food related?
2. Is the thing I want to write about music related?

99% of the "things" fall into one of those categories, and I'm not even sure what the other 1% is. Probably a mathematical error. Oh wait, I do have something non music or food related; I got a job! Besides 16 credits of classes (yeah, I should've found a way to fill up the other 2 credits I'm paying for, but I'd also like to not fail my classes), I do website related work for the NYU Law School. It's a pretty sweet job, the most maddening thing being THE EXTREMELY BADLY CODED WEBSITES. In a way, it's easier to just, ye know, not care about the code and let your WYSIWYG editor (in this case, Dreamweaver, which isn't so bad) fill in whatever it feels like. But I can't do that; I like looking at simple code. This is the method I've cultivated over the past 2-ish years and I'm not going to revert back to looking at "design view". Here's a list of annoying things:

• lists of names where each name is inside an individual cell
• use of br instead of p
• empty table cells used as spaces between lines
• a span class called "bold"
• a span class called "purple text"
• font tags around seemingly every freakin' word (I edited a page with small caps that would have font tags around the first letter and then more around the rest of the word to make it look like small caps. Of course, I changed that with "font-variant: small-caps" because THAT'S EASIER, YES THANK GOD.)

I'm not web standards guru, but I can have...some issues. Yes? Another web related issue I'm having is the non-working-ness of high speed Internet in my room. Thankfully, my dorm now comes with free internet, as opposed to last year where all the students had to find their own providers. However, it's still not run by NYU and if something is terribly wrong with the Internet in my room, I might have to pay for it. It seems like crap to me. Anyway, I haven't even gotten to call RCN yet because they only work Monday through Friday, 8AM to 5PM. Yes, they're regular work times and what do you know, that's when I go to school and work too. Hopefully I can call them on Thursday morning. Along with free Internet, my dorm also set up some wireless study lounges, one of which I've become well acquainted with in the past week. (sigh) I suppose it's good to get out of my room every now and then and not be on the Internet for a gazillion hours, but not having steady Internet access is somewhat horrifying for me, probably like what not having TV can feel like for some people. Instead of having the Internet to amuse me, I've watched a gazillion episodes of Yakitate that I downloaded. It's the best TV show ever, by the way. Thanks to Allen, I now have a TV show to claim being semi-obsessed with. Japanese is freakin' hard to understand though. During the last episode I watched, the only word I think I could've picked up without subtitles was "denshi renji" (microwave). Oh yes, my awesome knowledge of Japanese is gonna take me places! TO THE MICROWAVE STORE! Ikimashyo! ...see, even my favorite TV show is food related! Arrgh! (That explains it though, eh?) I ate too much for dinner (although not to the point where I was really full, which was part of the problem), nothing of which was especially bad for my health, but due my tendency to eat mass quantities of stuff, it may not have been that good. Say...3-4 ounces of raw cashews, 2 peaches, 1 pluot, 7 ounces of Greek yogurt and about 2 tablespoons of honey, and a taro rice ball from Fay Da Bakery (holy crap, they're so good I can hardly believe I've only eaten them twice before). See what I mean by not especially good or bad? Just. EXCESSIVE! That's what I'm like. Doh.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.630 2005-08-22T06:11:07Z 2006-08-15T04:43:08Z

Oops, I forgot about this thing. ...but that's okay! Because. My life is pretty boring already. I was thinking today about how I didn't see any of my old high school friends this summer. Was this an error on my...

we were in the womb. Our parents have been friends for ages, so I guess our bond is stronger than...others. Oh well, that's New Jersey. It's not like all of NJ is devoid of cool people but my best friends live elsewhere, or in other parts of NJ. I'm not a very good friend, and there isn't much anyone can say to make me think otherwise. I'm not the worst friend (I value...punctuality!) but sometimes I'm too lazy to do things with people or I don't really feel like doing something ooor something else that I can't think of right now. There are worse things. Hohum. I saw Broken Flowers with my mum and we were both a bit perplexed by it. "So. ...what was that about?" It was interesting after thinking about it more, but we were still thinking "Huh?" As one of the IMDB members said, the movie stays with you because there's no resolution. Well. Great. NOW I WILL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT WAS GOING ON. (I'm not one of those "smart" film watchers.) I came to the conclusion that most people are insane and don't have good lives. Another movie that taught me that is Me and You and Everyone We Know. It's another one of those "huh?" movies, although not to the extent of Broken Flowers (this movie was more interesting to me, although it has a few smaller stories going on at the same time). I also was kinda "eh" about the movie until the "everyone is insane" realization, which in turn made me wonder if I'm insane, and if I'm not, if I'm abnormal for not being insane. My first impression was that it wasn't very realistic (not that I was looking for it, but for a movie that wasn't necessarily a fantasy, it seemed quite unreal), but then many of the viewers said it was. And now...I question my life. OF LIIIES! Or something. My own life is unreal, although it's in the boring sense. "Robyn, you've never done ___? Or seen ___?" Today, CJ was appalled that I hadn't seen any of the Kirate Kid movies. OH LORDY! ...well, not really appalled. All he did was shout and point and me in horror. I watched The Corporation the other night and it contributed to the "the world is insane" theme that has been running throughout these movies, although in a different, completely terrifying way. Figuring that the documentary is mostly true, our world seems pretty much...screwed. Unless people do stuff, "stuff" being...I don't know. I'd recommend watching this documentary, even if you don't agree with it, although it's hard to ignore that corporations have more power than they should have and that the environment is going to shit, thus... NO POINT IN HAVIN' KIIIDS! WEEE! I don't know when I'm supposed to develope a materal instinct, but I haven't yet. To ease the depressing movie spell, I may have to fill my head with Miyazaki. I finally watched Nausicaa after letting the DVD sit in my room for a few weeks, and just like every Miyazaki movie, it was excellent. Does anyone else make animated action movies with powerful stories as well as Studio Ghibli? I also rewatched my favorite movie, Laputa. The English dubbing bothers me but it's not that bad, and you can use the Japanese track on the DVD. WATCH EVERY MIYAZAKI MOVIE! WEE! ...end ramble.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.629 2005-08-10T06:44:47Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

It's August 10th already? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? Double digits = bad! Very bad. School looms ever nearer... But I'll try not to think about it. How? I'll rip out chunks of my brain! I suppose I could screw up...

fooding with craploads of friends. After the fooding, Diana, Carol, and Allen accompanied me to the Sayonara exhibit where A POOFY WAS HANGING ON THE WALL! Yes! Truly!

Poofy!

I was very flattered that Love bought a Poofy from me at the MoCCA festival and decided to use it in the "plush zoo" section of the exhibit (which feature her and Mike Segawa's artwork). Especially since it paled in comparison to the other plushies on display.

plushies on the wall

If I can, I'm going to decorate my dorm room wall in a similar manner. :) Diana parted since she had to go home but Carol, Allen and I plodged on to embark on a 70 block walk and jaunt through the cook book aisles of Barnes & Noble. What better way could you spend a night? Partying? Drinking? NO! LOOKING AT COOKBOOKS! And having a hell of a good time. I stayed over Carol's dorm so we could go to the Bronx Zoo bright and early the next morning. Bright and early didn't work too well for us since we were half-dead (maybe me more so than her), but WE PLODGED ON! FOR THE ANIMALS! AND THE SMELL OF POOP! We were pretty sure we were heading in the righr direction when we saw this sign:

No, the zoo isn't in the sky

The zoo was hot. Full of animals and children. Babies. Parents. Sleeping lions. Sleeping polar bears. Zoo food is overpriced and craptastic. One of the highlights was THIS PAIR OF MONGOOSE...geese...good lord, what is it?

MONGOOSE!

Wow, they're cute. Good name too. Of course, I'm partial to cute things. If you look like this:

fat toad things

I probably won't love you. Things that glisten aren't high on the lovable scale. So the zoo was fine and dandy. I wouldn't call it one of my favorite places on earth, but now I know where to go for a mongoose fixin' and I had a lot of fun with Carol and her friends. Life has been rather uneventful since then, or rather, it's mainly food or music related and I have those two blogs covered. Damn. Methinks I need to do something else, like make more poofies or do something design-related. Or sleep less.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.628 2005-08-03T08:01:15Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

I'm not much of a movie-goer, yet I've seen a few movies lately. I guess that means there isn't much to do. HA HA. Lovely. Actually, there is a lot to do. I've spent the past three days going back...

I'm not much of a movie-goer, yet I've seen a few movies lately. I guess that means there isn't much to do. HA HA. Lovely. Actually, there is a lot to do. I've spent the past three days going back and forth between NYC and NJ for various reasons (seeing friends, going to my graphic design class, doing work for a teacher) but I finally get to stay home tomorrow! And...visit the orthodontist. Joy. So, those movies. I saw "Wedding Crashers" last Friday and I thought it was really funny. Not the funniest movie I had ever seen, but it was better than I thought it would be. By "better" I mean it wasn't as crude as I was expecting. It was kind of mushy, but...meh. Can't expect much else from a movie. Vince Vaughn is my new favorite funny actor dude; his facial expressions are priceless. I also saw The Island, which almost no one has seen, judging from the money (er, lack of) it made. I usually like sci-fi things so I enjoyed the movie, even though it was strange. Incongruous. TOO MUCH CAR-CRASHING ACTION, JESUS. The central point of the movie (which I could say, but that would spoil it...then again, you're probably not going to see the movie) was disturbing, which I liked. ...yeah, I like disturbing things! SUPER! Steve Buscemi was cool, although he wasn't in the movie for very long. After my graphic design classes I tend to feel like there's no way I could do graphic design. Not well, at least. Concept is the key; just making things pretty is total crap. NEED CONCEPTS! NEED NEW BRAIN! NEED BETTER GRAMMAR! Obviously, graphic design isn't my future but it's fun to dabble in. Or depressing. Can it be both? I have no idea what to do for my next assignment (I'd explain it but...meh, maybe I'll let you in on my FAILUUURE) which is bothering me. Ah. Crap. tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.627 2005-07-25T01:43:11Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

Sometimes I go to museums, and by "sometimes" I mean once or twice a year. Yes, I spend most of my time in NYC yet rarely go to the museums (there are MANY things I don't do despite living in...

MoMA was because a friend and her friend from out of town were visiting and asked if I wanted to go.

large window thing

The last time I went to the MoMA was before the reconstruction. From what I remember, there wasn't much there. Now it is much...huger. Yes. That's my super astute observation. I got through most of the museum in about 3 hours. My favorite part was the Architecture and Design floor.

cute salt + pepper shakers

The High Line Exhibition was interesting; I've never travelled far enough west to see it for myself, but it'd be cool if they could get the garden-thing going. I wasn't very interested in the photography collections. Actually, I guess I wasn't really interested in most of the stuff, except the interior of the museum itself, which is lovely. I wouldn't mind living in a similarly styled house, although that would be insane. Because I'm silly, here are a few of my favorite MoMA things:

baked tater

OOF

broken dishes + utensils

Hours after leaving MoMA, we went to the Whitney Museum (after eating and walking). I had only been there once before and at that time, half of the exhibitions weren't even open. Doh. I think everything was open on Friday so it was worth taking a look at. I don't recall much besides lots of piles of sand with mirrors placed in them in different configurations and some huge blobby green paintings that were awesome, because I LIKE BLOBBY THINGS. Working on graphic design homework now and it's going somewhat terribly. Doh.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.626 2005-07-18T20:28:18Z 2006-08-15T04:43:05Z

Finishing a Harry Potter book always fills me with sadness. "It's over! WHY? No! But I just had 100 more pages to go! I think. Dammit!" I wonder what I'll feel like when the last book comes out. Suicidal? Alright,...

much as the previous books (even though it's more than 600 pages long, I felt like it had a big "TO BE CONTINUED" slapped on the end, making me twitchy having to wait for the next one), I still loved it. I guess I shouldn't talk much about it, in the off chance that you haven't read it yet (and why is that?) but...read it. If you like Harry Potter, that is. In which case, you wouldn't need anyone to tell you to read it. I first read Harry Potter about six years ago. My mum and I were shopping at BJs and she picked up the second Harry Potter book. "I heard this was good, want to read it?" I unenthusiastically agreed, all the while thinking "What the heck is Harry Potter?" Judging from the cover illustration, I would've thought it was too kiddie if it weren't so hefty. I started reading it that night and was amazed by how much I loved it. I know it's not the most amazing literary series for kids in the history of all literature, but it's definitely my favorite. I think it has to do with the combination of the magical and non-magical worlds as I'm not usually into fantasy stories (those involving magic/witches/wizards; I'm a fan of some science fiction, which would also be "fantasy" but it's a little different, eh?). I've tried reading "Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit", both of which resulted in me blanking out and never finishing them. I don't read enough novels. (sigh) For whatever reason, I've never been that interested in adult novels. All my favorite authors write for children or young adults; do I refuse to grow up? I've been forced to read many books in school of course, and none of them left much impract on me except for the ones I got to choose (in 9th grade I got to read a Arther C. Clarke book, and even though I haven't read many of his books I'd say he's one of my favorite authors). Most of the books I read for adults are non-fiction and food related (not surprising). Last night before going to bed I was reading Chocolate Bar and I don't even bake! AHH! ...anyway, I think I'll re-read the 5th Harry Potter book. I need to refresh my memory. After that, maybe I'll read the 6th one again.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.625 2005-07-12T08:01:29Z 2006-08-15T04:43:05Z

Happy Birthday, Hubert! Hubert is my brother. Actually, plain old Bert will do. I don't know if anyone outside my family calls Hubert "Bert" but I'd feel weird calling him Hubert. ...uh. So. This summer is going by much more...

weird calling him Hubert. ...uh. So. This summer is going by much more quickly than I thought it would. Actally, I had no idea how quickly it would go, so that's not a very true statement. Last weekend (aka, a few days ago), I met up with Karen, my best friend from middle school in Taiwan that I hadn't seen in almost 7 years. 7 YEARS. It's a long time but strangely perhaps, it didn't feel like we had been apart for that long. We hadn't really changed much (well, I say that after only having been together for a few hours that day) so it was like...well. Just picking up where we left off. Carol, another one of my best middle school friends, hung out with us (along with three of Karen's friends) and being around her gives that same air of comfort. Most of my TAS friends gives me that same feeling, which unfortunately can't come from anywhere else. I'm lucky to live near NYC where people are likely to visit (or live; Carol goes to school there and another one of my old friends is transferring there next semester). I wish Carol and I could've done more stuff with Karen but understandably, she had plans for things to do with her friends that came down with her from Boston in NYC. One of my friends pointed out how it seemed odd that we weren't sitting more closely together. I didn't think about that but I guess that could seem odd. Not like we didn't want to TOUCH EACH OTHER AND GET GERMY but it didn't occur to me at the time. My thoughts about touch could fill up another entry...maybe later. Crap, it's 4 AM. For the next few weeks I will probably be babysitting my teacher's baby daughter, four days a week from 9-5. In NYC. It seems a little insane considering how early I'll have to wake up to get there on time, but her daughter is only a baby and I won't make any money sitting on my bum at home. Next weekend I plan on meeting up with a VAssar friend for much fooding. The week after (or the one after that), Carol may come over my house for a weekend to relax in Jersey (oh...joy!). And after that, who knows? Need to meet up with Diana soon and perhaps I should visit Boston, but there doesn't seem to be much time. Doh. Still have my graphic design class. My assignment for this week is to design a movie poster, which could be easy. Or not. It's not quite that simple. Last week's assignment (ongoing for the rest of the class) was to design a cereal box. I like how mine turned out, although it needs tweaking and I think I'm going to actually make the cereal out of clay: I don't think I could ever go into the graphic design field since it's more based on having good ideas than anything else (that's the impression I'm under; you can get people with drawing skills, but ideas are harder to find) but I enjoy my class. There were only ten people in last night's class; some people have dropped out and people are absent sometimes. A few of us haven't missed any classes so far, me being one of them. Hey, my mum's paying for it, I should make the most of it!]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.624 2005-07-06T17:55:23Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

I'm trying to write a resume and I found out that it's hard to write a resume when you don't have much to put on it. *rubs chin* ...*scratches cheek* The jaw area of my face exploded in itchy-ness yesterday....

worth mentioning is the abnormal surface activity on my skin. And did I just say "surface activity on my skin"? As though there would be subsurface activity on my skin? ... *continues scratching* Last night I the loveliest time trying to put my brain into "comatose" mode, meaning that I was up for maybe an hour wondering why I couldn't go to sleep and how come my lungs decided to get irritated and not work as well as they do during my waking hours. My asthma acts up mainly when I try to go to sleep, either because the position of lying down aggrivates it or because the act of sleeping (or attemping to; I can't sleep if I'm asthmatic) puts my body into "repair" mode, and by repairing itself it makes me cough and wheeze. My body knows best, right? However, the combination of attempting to repair itself and go to sleep don't mix, resulting in four hours of beauty sleep and waking up in a zombie-like state, mouth agape, eyes crusty and sore, and legs that feel more like Jell-O than muscle tissue. That was a lovely picture, eh? At the very least, I don't need coffee to get me up. I shot up as soon as my alarm went off and haphazardly made my way to my laptop (laptop before bathroom, how sad). If I ever need coffee to get up, then I'm in real trouble. Okay, I'm not really in that bad shape. For comparison, my brother doesn't wake up until 2 or 3 PM on some days. It's not so much because he's lazy but because he really likes to sleep. But of course, he's also lazy. Just because I wake up late (today not being one of those days: I woke up around 8:15 AM) doesn't mean I actually get much sleep. Going to bed at 4 AM on a regular basis necessitates waking up at around noon-ish for a peaceful rest, the consequence being that I feel guilty for waking up so late. Eh! What have I been up to lately? Yesterday I cut out more Poofies. I've been wondering how many I've made so far and all I know is that it's more than 100. Maybe around 150 by now. I need to redo the poofy shop to get across how POOFIES ARE MADE ENTIRELY BY HAND. Or rather, there is no sewing machine-ness involved. I ought to figure out how to use a sewing machine without it chewing up a poofy in the process so I can make MORE POOFIES! BWAHAHA oh lordy, no one wants that.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.623 2005-07-02T03:58:50Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

I hate that feeling you get after seeing a movie that makes you want to crawl into a little ball and die. In a hole. Or outside a hole. Doesn't matter really. ...don't worry, I didn't get that feeling. I...

Samaritan Girl this past Wednesday with Carol, an old friend from TAS. First thing: it's always amazing to see old friends from TAS. Even though I may not have seen them in months or years (in Carol's case, it's been about 10 months), things automatically click. As they should. I'm lucky to know people like Carol. So, the movie. Well. It's not bad; it's just not my kind of movie. I'm not sure who I'd recommend this movie to besides people who love all kinds of movies. Or people who know Korean. It's beautifully shot, has great acting, a bit excessive with the gurgling blood, and portrays a disturbing story. That's my...summary. If you're from South Korea, could you fill me in on how rampant high school prostitution is? Or would I rather not know? The leading actress is the movie is only a few months younger than me, which freaks me out a bit as she's very cute and looks really young (along with the other actress that played her friend that died and is actually older). Carol and I left the theater feeling very...odd. "What was that about?" "I dunno how I liked that one." Upon reflection, it was better than I initially thought it was (when I felt like I could use a hug). I wouldn't want to watch it again but it had many powerful moments of silence that I haven't seen in any other movie. The numbness from the movie's after-effects wore off as Carol, her friend and I walked around the open streets of midtown Manhattan, slightly humid but not too hot, dodging puddles from the day's rain. Last night I saw Batman Begins with my mum. How's that a turn of movie genres? ;) I thought the movie was excellent and I can't BELIEVE anyone could think that Star Wars was on par with this movie. It. Wasn't. Star Wars wasn't really awful but...um. Actually, I didn't enjoy it that much and it is so far the only Star Wars movie I've seen just one time. I'm not a Batman fan but since everyone said it was great (and I live in NJ so there isn't much to do), I decided to go see it, thus enduring a nearly 1-hour drive to the Palisades Center in some crap-ass pre-July 4th weekend traffic. Even though it's a superhero movie, Batman is the least superhuman superhero, unless you count that he has billions of dollars at his disposal. Even though the movie is longer than two hours, it didn't drag on at all. The action scenes aren't over-the-top but they keep you glued to your seat. Or maybe that was just me. If you didn't like this movie, I'd rather not know about it. In other news, I bought three types of semi-fuzzy fabric today. POOFIES ARE A-COMIN!]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.622 2005-06-25T05:34:37Z 2006-08-15T04:43:05Z

mm, cupcakes I didn't eat those cupcakes, but they sure look tasty. First off, I need a new camera. Actually, I "need" a camera about as badly as I need any kind of electronic gadget (as in, not at all)....

mm, cupcakes

I didn't eat those cupcakes, but they sure look tasty. First off, I need a new camera. Actually, I "need" a camera about as badly as I need any kind of electronic gadget (as in, not at all). How can I think of buying a new camera when every single day, 30,000 children are dying as a result of extreme poverty? (I'm not trying to make light of poverty, but it happened to be on my mind. And considering all the eating I've done today, it's probably not such a good thing to mention.) Many people have said that they like my food photos (thank you) but did you know that I have to photoshop EVERY photo I take? Every. One. Levels and contrast are usually pretty bad and colors can be horrendous. While looking around flickr, I've noticed many excellent quality photos that I know haven't been photoshopped, all taken with Canon cameras. My camera is a Sony DSCP72, which I thought was a pretty good camera for its cost and size until my friend told me it wasn't. Actually, I still thought it wasn't bad after he said that, and in general it isn't a "bad" camera, but the main reason I got it (and why my previous camera was also a Sony) is because my mum has a Sony credit card and it was cheaper (or perhaps free) to buy. Even if I were actually a good photographer, it wouldn't matter because my camera churns out not so great photos. I can't effectively portray the deliciousness of those cupcakes and THAT PAINS ME. Oh well. I suppose I need around $300 to get a new camera and while I do have that much money to spare, I've been in debt since last summer (in debt to my mum). So technically...I don't. I've made around $1000 this summer so far, but I stuck a chunk of that into my paypal account and the other chunk into my savings. My savings could pay off the money that I owe my mum, but I want to leave the money in the bank since interest actually builds up after a while (no, not craploads, but I "made" $10 in the past year by letting my money sit in a bank; not too shabby, and there wasn't a whole lot in there to begin with). I feel so spoiled talking about things I want to buy, especially expensive things. For god's sake, I got a new laptop this summer and I didn't have to pay for it! If I want a new camera, I should pay for it. ...of course, if I really wanted to make money I'd find a random job and not spend all my time blogging. I am very, very lucky to have what I have, with the exception of living in the suburbs. ...nevermind. I think I just came to the conclusion that I shouldn't buy a new camera yet. My camera now makes a weird whirring sound when I turn it off and half the time is completely out of focus when I turn it on, but that's still better than having no camera at all.]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.621 2005-06-18T23:42:49Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

Seriously, what happened to my leg? It either got attacked by a swarm of evil human-loving bugs or I got a random rash from something. Maybe it's an Internet rash. I spent too much time sitting like a zombie in...

Seethe. Isn't that an unpleasant word? I SEEETHE, oh how I seethe. This past week was a bit crazy as I went to NYC four consecutive days in a row. No, that doesn't really rank with anything as being the craziest thing in the world (I mean, it would rank somewhere in the billions) but I don't think I've ever had to go there four days in a row from home. You know what would make life easier? IF I LIVED IN NYC. YUP. OH WELL! Here's what is involved in going to NYC:

• get someone to drive me to the bus stop because I can't park there (because of the time limit)
• go to the bus stop about half an hour before the bus comes because it's a few miles away and if I miss it...well, I don't want to
• wait for the bus
• sit on the bus for 1-1.5 hours (it's usually around 1)
• take a subway to wherever I want to go

It's not that bad. But. I got tired of doing it all week and even though I had the opportunity to go to NYC again yesterday, I decided to stay home and SLEEP for once. Am I just really lazy? Perrrhaps. Should I go to bed earlier than 3 AM? Proooobably. But. Whatever. I am spoiled, indeed. Monday night, I walked to SVA from the Port Authority Terminal for my graphic design class. It went well, although I'm sure as hell not going to show you what I did. If you're curious enough, you can ask me. ;) Stupidly perhaps, I was surprised that everyone did something different for our homework assignment, which was to make three covers for banks advertising loans. I used some of the most basic symbols but some people thought up some...interesting things. Or things more complicated than my ideas. I can't think up of anything very clever or complicated due to my lack of neutrotransmitters. Tuesday and Wednesday were spent doing website work. If I had something to show for it, I would...but I don't. By the end of the month I hope to have an awesome website to show you. IT SHALL HAPPEN. Thursday was an intense food-related-and-meeting-friends day, which is documented in my food blog. Now that was a good calorically dense day. Mmm. Chocolate. Waffles. Food bloggers. Noodles. Whipped cream. Weird red bean shake. Insane chocolate cookie. That was it, mainly. On Wednesday night I saw "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" with my mum (I usually see movies with my mum, yes). I thought it was a really funny action movie, but not in the same vein as something like "Rush Hour" (not slapstick-y, I guess). Ridiculous story, yes, but it was believable. Ish. It seems like critics are 50/50 on this movie but I'd recommend it. And you know how much my opinion matters! IT DOESN'T!]]> tag:www.roboppy.net,2005://2.620 2005-06-12T07:12:43Z 2006-08-15T04:43:07Z

"Nevada looks like an angry state. Like it's going to hurt me." "Huh?" "It looks sharp on one edge!" I don't talk on the phone much, but sometimes it can be quite fun. I used to talk on the phone...

MoCCA Art Festival with Diana, who was accompanied by Josh to sell his comic anthology, Disposable Parts. Last year Diana and I tabled at Otakon together in a similarly clashing-of-artistic-styles fashion, in that she has artistic style and I don't. It's highly amusing. ;) I display my Poofy wares and did quite well, selling about $300 worth of stuff (then again, I had to spend a lot of money to make it all...let's ignore that for now). I would have liked to have sold more books, but 13 ain't so bad. One buy bought three books and I'd say he was crazy but he also bought some of Diana's prints. So he's not crazy, in fact, he must be VERY VERY COOL. He even bought a Nougart bitterfilms-esque holiday card. Sweet. There was a great turn out in the sickly humid weather, which was only slightly better inside the building than out. I guess I didn't feel the effects of it since I was standing for hours, but you could see the effects on the harrowed faces of comic lovers, roaming the inside of the Puck Building in search of tasty comic bites and saying things like "My skiiiin is mellllting my innards are so moiiiist"...actually, no one said that as that would've been very creepy and disturbing, but they may have thought it. I dunno. I met lots of cool people, or a few more than my usual daily life, which is the grand total of zero (you don't meet a lot of people staying home all day though). Saying I'm shy is an understatement but sometimes I can pretend to not be shy. Being shy is a very bad trait to have when you want to sell things, by the way--initiating conversation with people as they pass by feels awkward. But there were a few people who were just really easy to talk to due to similar interests and hobbies. Furthermore, a number of these people were guys, which is strange for me seeing as 99% of my real life friends are female. I thought maybe I possessed something that warded off the male gender but it turns out I'm probably just hanging around in the wrong environment. So. Good day. I'm thankful to all the people who turned out and weren't automatically put off by the stupidity of my silly comic. Of course, I'm glad Diana was there; I'll always have someone to share a table with! :)]]>