Archive for January, 2007
Ever since I got my braces off, I had a piece of probably 18-guage wire behind my four lower incisors, held there by epoxy. I’m not quite sure what the point was, though I’m pretty sure it had to do with keeping the teeth from rotating back to their former positions.
Last week, the epoxy on the left side of the wire crumbled. Tonight, the rest of the epoxy on the right side gave way, and I was left holding the little piece of wire. So, the last of my orthodontic treatment comes to a close, fully ten years after it was begun (I think).
Wierdly enough, I still kinda miss my braces. The wire never really mattered to me one way or the other, but my teeth _do_ feel weird without it in the way…
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I broke my layout with that post below. Hm.
I will fix it later — right now, I have to go to bed, so I can get up and go to work, where I will do my best to collect even more names.
And names are all I collect, just in case anyone was wondering and/or concerned.
And I’m not even done with my transcription! In the future, I may actually have the names grouped so that all the A-names are in one column, the B-names in the next, and so on. For right now, though, this will have to do.
Important Stuff To Know Before Forging On:
– There is only one name that I have transcribed from my notebook without separating the first and last names, due to the fact that on their own they are pretty unremarkable, but together they’re quite unusual. The rest of the odd name combos I broke up.
– These names are mostly first names, with a few surnames thrown in for fun.
– I tried to stay away from names like “Oh Bong Lee”; I only copied down a few of my absolute favorite Japanese names. I wanted to collect the weird and wonderful on their own merits, not just because they looked funny to some pasty anglo-saxon chick with waaaaaay too much time on her hands. (Also, I wanted to avoid having someone come across the post, blink at my names, and leave a comment saying ‘Jeeze, you twerp, every other [country/area of origin] is named [whatever]! Read a book!’) I do have to admit, though, that the surprisingly large contingent of Dutch names broke my will.
– A name made the list by either A) being a common name, spelled hideously (Karal, for example); B) being a not-too-common name that I really like (Ruby, Annelise); C) a name common to another culture that I really like (Ludmilla, Ladislav); D) an uncommon name, no matter what culture you’re from (Taynia); or E) a name (or a version of a name) that I had never seen before.
– A question mark beside a name denotes a name that I am not absolutely certain -is- an unusual name — I came across a bunch of misspellings and typos (Lawrench and Mcihelle, to name just two examples), so I may have a bunch of names that are not as unusual as they first appear. On the other hand, there are people out there that name their children things like Remedios and Joyanne, so.
The point of this post is not to make fun of people’s names (with the possible exception of some of the really ‘kre8tiv’ spellings of normally inoffensive names… But that’s the _spelling_, not the name itself), but to share a number of really interesting names from a ginormous database of names.
The list is after the cut. Enjoy, or something!
I had to wait to get my box until my mom got home and picked up the mail from the post office and then put it _back_ in the mail to get to me.
And then _I_ didn’t discover that it had arrived until Sunday, and then I had to wait to pick it up until Tuesday.
Anyhow! *Grin* Thanks, Mari! *Bounce* I love the books! And I want to either A) visit some of the micronations (not Westarctica, though) or B) start my own. Maybe I’ll start with my cubelette at work…
And as for writing… We’ll see. I’ve finally got the weekend off, and if I can manage to wake up enough on Saturday, I may get some more done on _something_. Whether it’ll involve forensics or not I can’t say, sadly.
Also, I wanna reread my bug-guy book, not that I can remember what it’s called…
Just a short bit of random babblings:
– I am an idiot — I should not have scheduled all of my mandatory overtime weekend days for one month. Yes, I can keep track of them better that way, but working seven days a week is just fucking DUMB. On the bright side, I got to go home an hour early each day because it was slow enough, and I also amassed a pretty good-sized list of interesting, unusual, and/or awful names from our database. I’m going to try to get it into a spreadsheet and then post it, so’s y’all can share in the delight/pain.
– Found a new author that I’m fairly excited about — Stephen Woodworth. He wrote Through Violet Eyes, which was pretty good (though I could see one of the plot-points coming from a mile away; it was his first book and, on top of that, the point was handled relatively well, so.) He’s got another one out that I’m wanting to read right now… And while I was reading TVE, I had a blinding flash of insight regarding Det. Ingraham And The Bodies. I’m not sharing, yet, though, since I’m hoping to write it up instead.
– I’ve gotta do something about Galeni. He’s been randomly attacking me out of the blue, and it’s not fun. I have four small parallell scratches on my right wrist from where he bit me last week, and a lovely large fresh gouge across my left arm from where he got me tonight. Gaaaaaah.
– I’m looking for another job. They’re probably gonna fire me at the end of the month, anyhow, and besides that I just gon’t give a fuck most of the time when I answer the phone. People call us up and say something like “I wanna go on a trip!” and I just about tell ‘em “Yeah? So what?” or “That’s nice.” -click- or “And I want to go home and take a nap. Your point is?” Or else a travel agent calls up and says “I have clients that want to [whatever]” and I have to work to keep from telling them that I don’t care about their clients, or what they want…
– I need to go back to therapy, but that costs money I don’t really have. I should move into a cheaper apartment, but that A) also takes money I don’t really have and B) is NOT something I _want_ to do. I have a feeling that I’m probably never going to amount to anything. Sure, I have a lot of potential, but I doubt I’m ever gonna be able to rise to it or fulfill it or whatever. I’m just… I just don’t _care_, most of the time, about having a job or making money. Money is simply a means to an end, most of the time, for me — I have to have money because I can’t trade socks for manga. I don’t get any joy of out having money, but I like having stuff to read or watch or play or play with. And now I’m babbling and I have no idea what my point was except that I have no idea what I’m going to do to make money because pretty much I suck at being an employee because I hate being told what to do.
So I’m going to bed.
My brain is flat, I am broke until Thursday, I need a new job*, and I STILL FUCKING HATE SNOW.
Also, I want to write; something grand and twisty and exciting and fun and sexy and so good you can’t put it down until you’ve turned the last page and you just sit there, clutching the book and going ‘eeeee!’ and wondering if there’s more, another one, something, _any_thing… And then you turn it over and open it up and start again from the beginning.
* I still have my old job, but I don’t like it. Plus I may not have it for much longer, for reasons including but not limited to the fact that when I get a nasty headache, it’s essentially a migrane. Working, particularly with STUUUUUPID people, is a sure-fire way to make it _worse_. I’ve never understood the policy/philosophy of working even when you’re hurt[ing]/sick… I’m one of those people that wants to crawl into a hole when they don’t feel good. Why do I need to show off the gigantic stack of used tissues? Why do I need to vomit in public? Also, if I’m throwing up, I’d rather lose my job than go to work and possibly throw up in public. There’s no need for me to bring that to work. There’s also no need for me to bring my in-pain, supremely bitchy self and inflict me on friends, co-workers, and customers. I mean really.
Hi.
Look, I love you, and I know you’re really good boys at heart. I also know that, as kitties, your ideas of “fun” are different from mine. I can understand that, and I respect it.
That being said, I have to say that I do not like nor appreciate being a contestant on Whose Poop Is This? after having had to work all day. Please don’t do that again, okay?
Love,
The person that feeds you
to say blaaaaaaaaaargh.
I’m still alive, just… Not feeling well, plus the holidays have come and gone and I barely got anything for anyone and I hate my new phone (my old cell went swimming one too many times, gah) and I have cats with parasites (_yay_) and I am hungry and tired and my head hurts and I want my mother.
That’s all.
Well, not quite all — on the positive side of the ledger, I keep having little flickers and flashes of more Finch/Herbert smut, and I’ve got FFXII to play (I’m about ten hours in. So far, I’m liking it pretty well, but I think that a game all about Penelo, Balthier and Fran would be just as much fun and only about one-fifteenth as full of dopey boy. Vaan’s okay, he’s just… Kinda dumb. Also, I like Fran, though I wish her name was different…)
Good night!