Had a great night last night, got panel 6.1 pretty much done, and the gang picked me up some Sophia’s enchiladas when I couldn’t make it out to dinner.

Great to get back in the groove. Also got to have split some fantastic cheesecake with

The whole gang was there it seemed, and we got into this great conversation about the process of making comics from story to art and how collaboration works differently on different products. It was very cool. So cool that midnight came and went before I noticed the time. heh.

I am dead tired now, sorry this entry is pretty bare. I think I might play a bit of animal crossing and toddle off to bed.

ciao

make that: Cuppa 3

starting to wake up. heh.

Some things I wanted to post about, but neglected to.

Girls night out with jess_roqs Roq’d!
We went to Woodmans and stocked up on junk food for a lovely time. Breaded Cheese Sticks, Baked Doritos, Coke, Ace Pear Ciders, Rum, OJ for our Amarreto Stone and Sours, and Reese’s Cup Ice Cream. Can you say drunk and wired?! (ok, it wasn’t all that wild, but so much fun!)

Some ddr, on their awesome ddr mats (comfy on the feet), and played a bit of Sly Cooper. (And again, realized how cool it is to be adult and drink AND play video games)

We did indeed watch Pirates of the Caribbean, and drink rum and cokes. We started the movie a bit late, and at one point I practically passed out, (not from the booze, but from the fact that my day started at 6:30am, and it was 11:30pm) but I woke for the end of the movie, and more general
silliness. It was a lot of fun. ! I’m up for more girly nights anytime!

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Dad is with the University Doctors. All the tests he had done at Meriter had to be redone, as the film wasn’t good, the ultrasound failed to find the (quite obvious) tumor. We are much happier, and the Onocologist only does these type of tumors, so that’s great. He apparently gave my parents
a decent amount of hope when they met with him on tuesday. His treatments start Feb 1st. 5.5 weeks of chemo(pills!) and radiation.
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smuga_otto and maciek_smuga and Ray came back from their faboo skiing trip with pics and stories to share on tuesday. Art night seems to be migrating to weds. (note to self mostly) good to have the gang together again.

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Had a great weekend. Got me a new Sprint Vision Phone on Friday, yah! Cell phone again! It takes pics and has all sorts of cool features I can’t figure out yet. Hubby has the phone during the day for now.

Saturday was love our jeep day. We got an oil change, car wash, and new speakers and stereo. (One of the speakers was blown, so we replaced them only to find the channel had blown in the stereo as well) So, the tunes are much better there too.

We spent a lot of time working on the mods for http://www.thegreentavern.com We’re putting in an rpg game tied to the phpbb forum, and it’s going to be lots of fun when we get going. My hubby
has a series of monster excel sheets to keep track of the stats on all the weapons and armors and magicks. We were up till about 4 am on saturday. heh.

I also picked up Beyond Good and Evil for xbox, and it’s soo much fun. It’s out for all consoles, so give it a rent or a buy, it’s on sale everywhere for 19.99, and is gorgeous and so much fun. The main character is a plucky female new photographer, named Jade, who has green lipstick and an uncle who’s a pig, literally. Lots of humor, minigames and you can take pictures of all sorts of things. Also got the Chicago Soundtrack too. Yah! music.

I should have gone to bed early last night, due to how late we were up on Saturday night, but ended up going to bed about the usual time.

I’m on cuppa 2. sigh. But happy, I’m happy.

It’s a new year. I haven’t had much time to reflect, but I want to note a few things about Quixotica.

Quixotica currently has 322 entries. These entries cover the years from 1997 to the beginning, and ongoing entries of 2004. They follow me through parts of my freshman year in college, through my graduation, 4+ jobs, my wedding, the first draft of my first novel and the diagnosis of my father’s cancer.

Some of the original entries were ones I submitted to places like Olio and Afterdinner, before I had an online journal of my own. They are still much like personal journal entries (though perhaps edited a bit more), and the places the pieces had been submitted to have fallen, I have placed them here.

The earlier entries show my initial foray into online journaling. At the time I started, there were really, not all that many people journaling online. I was in awe of people like Lance Arthur, Alex Massie, Maggy Donea and Ben Brown. These were people who were really baring their feelings, and sharing their lives through the internet, and I was fascinated.

I don’t claim Questing to be that real, or that raw, but it exists, and has been, and is heading into it’s eighth year online. Most of the journaling I do, is not so much for audience, as is for myself. Life is just too big, too fast, to remember everything that goes by. I’ve tried to record events and emotions, so I can recall them later. Mental bookmarks, perhaps. There are times that too much happens and I don’t write, or there are things I don’t want to deal with. I admit there are gaps, and things I just can’t share with the Internet at large. I never promise this to be an expose, but it has value to me. It’s a roadmap of a good chunk of my coming of age. I can honestly say it’s pretty much the longest I’ve ever really stuck with any sort of project, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished.

For a while, I had a secret journal, titled Quixote, and a poetry journal titled Sanity, these were mostly hidden away in a directory on my University account. When I purchased Quixotica, I eventually came to title the journal Questing. Much of the poetry I haven’t republished here, but a good deal of it was created when my husband and I started dated, and it has a good deal of sentimental value.

Some of the entries have been lost in the digital landscape. Some of the ones I made when I was working on campus for the summer, got lost in transit from my university account to Quixotica. That summer the man I would eventually marry broke up with me. It was heart wrenching, but I worked through it. I was my own person, and learning how to be myself, and deal with the sadness of not being with the one I loved. All those things worked out, but I do wish I had those few entries, to fill in the gaps of narrative.

The first year has the smallest number entries, though I’ve tended to average about 51 entries a year in the full years I’ve been journaling.

Here are the basic statistics.
Year | Entries
1997 | 09
1998 | 42
1999 | 43
2000 | 46
2001 | 83
2002 | 38
2003 | 54
2004 | 06 including this entry

When I have time, I may pull some other statistics out.

Man, heading into my eighth year of online journaling. I admit, I never really thought much about how long I’d be doing this, or how much it would encompass.

Sometimes I think about collecting all these entries, and as many of my paper ones I can find, and make one big volume of the collected writings of Stacie. I know they might not be all that racy, or compelling, but the perspective you might get from a 2nd grader to a 25 year old woman, might be worth a once through.

I’ve really found journaling, even online, even self-censored, to be a relaxing and fruitful experience. I plan to continue on, writing when and what I can. There’s never a better time to start your own personal roadmap. You never know where it may lead.

(p.s. I recently added in most of December’s entries and the first few January ones, feel free to check back for the entries you may have missed)

It’s a new year. I haven’t had much time to reflect, but I want to note a few things about Quixotica.

Quixotica currently has 322 entries. These entries cover the years from 1997 to the beginning, and ongoing entries of 2004. They follow me through parts of my freshman year in college, through my graduation, 4+ jobs, my wedding, the first draft of my first novel and the diagnosis of my father’s cancer.

Some of the original entries were ones I submitted to places like Olio and Afterdinner, before I had an online journal of my own. They are still much like personal journal entries (though perhaps edited a bit more), as the places the pieces had been submitted to have fallen, I have placed the entries here.

The earlier entries show my initial foray into online journaling. At the time I started, there were really, not all that many people journaling online. I was in awe of people like Lance Arthur, Alex Massie, Maggy Donea and Ben Brown. These were people who were really baring their feelings, and sharing their lives through the internet, and I was fascinated.

I don’t claim Questing to be that real, or that raw, but it exists, and has been, and is heading into it’s eighth year online. Most of the journaling I do, is not so much for audience, as it is for myself. Life is just too big, too fast, to remember everything that goes by. I’ve tried to record events and emotions so I can recall them later. Mental bookmarks, perhaps. There are times that too much happens and I don’t write, or there are things I don’t want to deal with. I admit there are gaps, and things I just can’t share with the Internet at large. I never promise this to be an expose, but it has value to me. It’s a roadmap of a good chunk of my coming of age. I can honestly say it’s pretty much the longest I’ve ever really stuck with any sort of project, and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished.

For a while, I had a secret journal, titled Quixote, and a poetry journal titled Sanity, these were mostly hidden away in a directory on my University account. When I purchased Quixotica, I eventually came to title the journal Questing. Much of the poetry I haven’t republished here, but a good deal of it was created when my husband and I started dating, and it has a good deal of sentimental value.

Some of the entries have been lost in the digital landscape. Some of the ones I made when I was working on campus for the summer, got lost in transit from my university account to Quixotica. That summer the man I would eventually marry broke up with me. It was heart wrenching, but I worked through it. I was my own person, and learning how to be myself, and deal with the sadness of not being with the one I loved. All those things worked out, but I do wish I had those few entries, to fill in the gaps of narrative.

The first year has the smallest number entries, though I’ve tended to average about 51 entries a year in the full years I’ve been journaling.

Here are the basic statistics.
Year | Entries
1997 | 09
1998 | 42
1999 | 43
2000 | 46
2001 | 83
2002 | 38
2003 | 54
2004 | 06 including this entry

When I have time, I may pull some other statistics out.

Man, heading into my eighth year of online journaling. I admit, I never really thought much about how long I’d be doing this, or how much it would encompass.

Sometimes I think about collecting all these entries, and as many of my paper ones I can find, and make one big volume of the collected writings of Stacie. I know they might not be all that racy, or compelling, but the perspective you might get from a 2nd grader to a 25 year old woman, might be worth a once through.

I’ve really found journaling, even online, even self-censored, to be a relaxing and fruitful experience. I plan to continue on, writing when and what I can. There’s never a better time to start your own personal roadmap. You never know where it may lead.

Off to girlie night with jess_roqs!!

There will be Pirates! Rum! and fun all around!

Wheeee!

p.s. email posting is my favorite lj paid feature. Sure, it messes up the
end lines, but it’s oh, so easy!