Archive for January, 2011

My tamagotchi

Okay, so. On Wednesday I received a free tamagotchi* on entry to a certain club which was having a ’90s themed night.

It was like I gave birth to a small bleeping monster that I don’t have the heart to kill.

The instructions lost something in translation, so I’m not entirely sure how to look after it; all I know is love hearts means good and ‘Bye’ means that it has died. It’s amazing how guilty a small piece of green plastic with a sadface on it can make you feel when you wake up at two in the afternoon like an alcoholic mother who goes out all night with no regard for her frog-shaped** offspring.

Luckily it has a reset button so that when it dies after you left it for an hour to re organise your underwear drawer*** you can reset it, pick a new creature (like a pony! :D) and start over.

I’m not sure, but I remember when I was little and tamagotchi were actually cool they died and that was it? Am I wrong? I just remember people being devastated when they died and this seems a bit overkill if one can just poke a paperclip in the back and it’ll magically re-spawn.

It did, however, kind of break. Maybe because I sat on it, and my siblings sat on it when it was in my pocket, or maybe just because they’re not well made, I don’t know.

The screen just went blank and my little tadpole vanished, without even an accusatory ‘BYE blink blink’.

So,  being a naturally gentle and considering person with delicacy and finesse, I rammed various objects into the reset hole and then brutally bashed it on a table until it started working again.

It came back to digitally simulated life and I immediately started prodding and feeding it in a vague attempt to stop it from dying.

Overall I think it’s died six or seven times since ten o’clock Wednesday night. I fail at tamagotchi parenting. Useless skill un-mastered.

To make matters worse, I think it’s still partly broken. Before the violent table-CPR, it used to bleep tunefully whenever it needed something, normally either food or for a little pyramid of poop to be scooped, and a ‘calling’ symbol would appear and then vanish when the tamagotchi was appeased.

Now, it bleeps in a sort of off-key way every hour or so and no matter what button I press or how much cake and apples and mystery foodstuffs I feed it, the calling symbol doesn’t go away. The weird little sperm-tadpole keeps smiling though, and it’s not dead yet (in the last two hours) so I think it’s okay.

The beeping sound kept waking me up last night, though. And – this is the worst part – I can’t bring myself to ignore it. I want it to grow into a fully grown frog and LOVE ME. D:

So I get up and find it, swear quietly at it, do whatever it wants and go back to sleep feeling slightly stupid.

There’s little games on it that I can’t work out how to do, and so I lose every time and it makes an angry-disappointed face at me. Little bitch.

At the moment it’s sleeping, and then it’ll wake up, crap, be fed and then die during the night. I don’t really remember why I wanted one of these when I was eight.

Maybe later I’ll try replacing the batteries.

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*I have a feeling it’s not a genuine Tamagotchi brand tamagotchi, if such a thing exists, ’cause I remember them being sturdier and egg-shaped. But it does the same things.

**I LOVE FROGS.

***So much fun. I mean it, who doesn’t love categorising a load of pretty things and throwing out a load of old faded things? The categories being:

Emergency – Not TOO old that it would make me sad to wear, but not tragic if they were to get, you know, stained by unexpected monthly happenings.

Normal – Not quite old enough/ugly enough to be expendable.

New/ish – self-explanatory

and Boxers. C:

Obligatory Weekly Post: A Self-Portrait

The Mona Lisa. No, not really! That was nought but a foolish jape. It's a self portrait, much in the style of Rembrandt.

If Rembrandt had been using MS paint and had his eyes shut and was a girl with a nicely patterned jumper, even if I do say so myself.

It has a bit more of a purple vibe than a pink on in real life, though.

Ta-dah!

 

Awesome (fez)

There’s two things that I’ve learned from the internet. One of them is to use words such as ‘awesome’ and ‘epic’ out of the correct context. The other is how important it is to use the English language properly.

This is because if you miss-spell something in certain places, you and your opinions become invalid. It’s sad, but it happens. This is why I’ve taken to googling words to spell-check them if I’m in an argument with someone who I fear may point out that ‘disappointed’ only has one ‘s’ and therefore my entire system of logic is incorrect.

To be honest, I don’t spend a lot of time arguing on the internet anyway, but I used to so that’s a boring story and no one’s ever going to read this thing again.

The other reason is that it’s so, so easy to be misunderstood when you’re only communicating through type. Everyone’s experienced the vanishing sarcasm syndrome, and the awkwardness of having to use little xD/:D/C:/:3 faces to make sure people who aren’t familiar with your particular sense of humour understand that you’re not really stalking them, you’re only kidding.

I thought of this because as a sort of easy to do New Years Resolution that won’t be overly distressing if I don’t keep it, I’ve been trying to stop saying/writing awesome so much – except when it’s immediately followed by the word, ‘fez’.

This isn’t because it’s a bad word, or because it’s a ‘Americanism’*, or because things like lollipops and pictures of birds with arms photoshoppedonto them rarely inspire actual awe. It’s because there’re millions of other words out there that I’ve been neglecting.

Words like amazing, brilliant, beautiful, excellent,** fabulous, fantastic,*** great,**** groovy (OH YEAH BABY)…

I’m gonna stop trying to think of them and just go to thesaurus.com.***** It’s late, okay?

Here’s what I got for ‘good’:

acceptable, ace, admirable, agreeable, bad, boss, bully, capital, choice, commendable, congenial, crack, deluxe, excellent, exceptional, favorable, first-class, first-rate, gnarly, gratifying, great, honorable, marvelous, neat, nice, pleasing, positive, precious, prime, rad, recherché, reputable, satisfactory, satisfying, select, shipshape, sound, spanking, splendid, sterling, stupendous, super, super-eminent, super-excellent, superb, superior, tip-top, up to snuff, valuable, welcome, wonderful, worthy

Now, I’m likely not going to be using ‘neat’, ‘bully’, ‘ace’, ‘rad’ or ‘spanking’. Though ‘congenial’, ‘up to snuff’, and ‘choice’ are definite winners./sarcasm

Now, I put in ‘awesome’, and the results give a clue as to the ‘proper’ usage.

alarming, astonishing, awe-inspiring, awful, beautiful, breathtaking, daunting, dreadful, exalted, fearful, fearsome, formidable, frantic, frightening, grand, hairy, horrible, horrifying, imposing, impressive, intimidating, magnificent, majestic, mean, mind-blowing, moving, nervous, overwhelming, real gone, shocking, something else, striking, stunning, stupefying, terrible, terrifying, wonderful, wondrous, zero cool ******

Awe-inspiring being key.

Hah, it says, ‘Awesome synonyms’. These synonyms are awesome! 😀

I’m rapidly discovering, however, that sometimes there’s really no other word that works, which probably why everyone******* uses it so much. So I’m limiting myself to one colloquial ‘awesome’ a day to let words like ‘super’ get a chance.

Now, because I don’t think there’s enough of it for a whole post but for some reason I think I have to post about it, here’s some shit about Christmas.

I made notes on Christmas day (boredom) so I’m gonna bullet-point it.

  • Fake snow: it is amazing. You get this powder and put a tiny bit of water in it and then you’ve got a fucking mug of fucking expanding toxic fucking snow. I was supposed to use it to make ‘Santa footprints’ – that is, the sprinkly outline of snow falling from Santa’s freakishly small boots as he walks from the door – no chimney – to the chillins’ stockings. But I couldn’t resist doing handprints, too. The kids weren’t very impressed with Santa’s ability to do handstands while carrying a sack of presents.
  • I sprained the end joint on one of my fingers. How? Lightsaber duel. If it was broken, I wouldn’t have gone to Casualty. Why? Lightsaber duel.
  • I now own sliver knee-high go-go boots. Google it, come back and feel the AWESOME.
  • Before lunch I’d already done the Time Warp. With two primary school kids and my mother. *sob*
  • Oh, yeah, and then I was mildly drunk and on the internets. Don’t judge me!
  • At about half past twelve in the evening, my parents are brushing their teeth in the bathroom, and they hear this sort of  ‘aaaooooooow’ sound of painful misery. In my room, I’m standing on one foot listening to them choking because they’re laughing with mouthfuls of toothpaste. Let’s drop a 822 page book on their feet and see how funny it is.

So, I have made an obligatory post and for about a week will be free of the completely irrational feeling of guilt for owning a blog that I don’t have to pay for and no one reads but not ever actually using it.

 

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*Thanks, Dad.

** This one’s especially good as it comes with optional air guitar sound effect/action. Incidentally I should as bodacious and gnarly to that list.

*** Another word that’s been meltated into a different meaning?

****I’m not too keen on this one as ‘great’ doesn’t quite capture the same kind of emotion as, ‘This footnote is fucking awesome!’ does.

*****Or, thesuarus.clom, as I originally put into google.

******Hairy? Zero cool? What?

*******Everyone who grew up watching Friends, the Simpsons and Scrubs that is.