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Archive for February, 2005

flames

My red cambodian bettas finally showed up on Friday. Unfortunately, one of them arrived dead, but the guy I bought them from has graciously agreed to give me part of my money back. They are quite pretty, as you can see in the gallery. The pictures actually don’t do the male justice, although the female shows up quite nicely. Her name is Elbereth, which is elfin for something, it’s from LOTR, so look it up if your curiosity is getting the better of you. His name is Firefly, even if he is a fish, and not an insect.

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more flames

Went to Target tonight, quite possibly the coolest store on earth. If you are lucky enough to have one nearby, go see if their import section is on sale. I got some cool candles from there tonight, and if you like candles, you can go to the gallery to drool. The pics are in the section for my apartment.

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bells

I am now engaged to the love of my life. I’ll be getting married in August in Nebraska. Now I actually have an excuse to celebrate February 14th, since I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day. I’m taking a break from calling all the friends and relatives to update this page. I’ll have to email all the people I don’t have phone numbers for or people that weren’t home (Afton). Well, that’s all for now.

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valentine

I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day. Now, before you all think I’m an unromantic stick in the mud, hear me out. It’s not that I don’t believe in celebrating love, there’s actually several good reasons. First, I don’t like to be predictable. There’s no way on this earth that you can surprise a girl on Valentine’s Day. Why? Because they are already expecting something. Second, it’s a cheat for jerks. They can forget and neglect their wives (and girlfriends, and fiances) all year long, and just make up for it on Valentine’s Day when the whole world is reminding them to remember the love that they misplaced last year on February 15. Thirdly, I don’t know who Saint Valentine was, neither do I have any idea why I should love my girlfriend more on his day than any other day.
Lest you think I really am a heartless jerk that doesn’t want to spend money on flowers and chocolates, Mandy and I celebrated love yesterday, February 11.

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coiled bouncy things (aka Spring)

It’s spring here, or at least it feels like it right now, and it looks like it in my apartment. My ivy geranium is blooming, and so is my cactus. My scented geranium still refuses to admit that it is a flowering plant, and my vine is coming back to life after nearing the brink of death. I’ll be putting some pictures in the gallery soon.

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update

Simplicity is nice, therefore that’s where my site is going. The News and Free Stuff sections will be merged into other sections as I see fit. So you’ll have to forgive me if there aren’t any real updates today.

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software

Recently I discovered the stellarest program. Ok, maybe not THE stellarest, but it’s definitely up there. It’s free, and it’s funded by Google. Technically, it’s owned by Google, but I say “funded” because they bought the company, and kept all the employees, and pretty much let them run the project the way they see fit. Sorry, I digressify. The program is Picasa. It’s a photo manager. It will automatically scan selected folders for new pictures, and help you keep them organized. You can add comments to your pictures, do some simple touch-ups (red-eye, lighting, resizing, etc.), and coolest of all: it will do some nifty collages with just a few quick clicks. Sure, it’s not Adobe Photoshop, but it’s also free, and less bulky for people who really don’t need a lot of advanced features.
In other news, one of my recently acquired bettas is quite aggressive. It appears she even took on a male betta (and won). As a result, I lost two white clouds. It’s probably a good thing, since my tanks are about to become even more crowded than they already are. I’m getting 3 red bettas, with a few extras. The end.

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