Regina Noctis

And I didn’t even try to stack the answers for once!

My Inner Hero – Rogue!

It’s a good thing I use my powers for good and not evil, because quite frankly, I could get away with murder. I’m clever, tricky, and charming. I know how to make you laugh with one hand and pick your pocket with the other. Not that I’d ever DO that, of course…

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Apparently, according to them, I’m not as smart as I think I am, and need to be good friends with a Wizard when I plan to take on big things. Ha! Little do they know! I’m smarter than I think I am!

Or something like that. :D

It also says I need to be close with a Paladin for when I succeed in messing things up with my roguish ways. Ohhhhhhh, Kiri… *cutely innocent look* Will you be my knight in shining armor?

Hehehehehehe

Every couple of years, Mom gets tired of her old computer and decides to order a new one for herself. The two years was actually up last year, but she wound up helping me out when I lost my job and couldn’t afford the new machine.

She ordered a new one at last. With a flat-screen monitor. I’m using it now, and I’m loving the flat screen. I get her old machine, which makes me happy. My “fast” machine currently is not all that fast by today’s standards. It’s a 400 megahertz. The one I’m about to recieve is 1.3 gigahertz. A much needed jump in speed.

And, two years down the road, I get this monster, with the flat screen and the 80 gig hard drive.

I’m in the process of repair work on the slowest of the four computers now in this house. The old Sony I used to have in my bedroom in Sunnyvale, the old machine that I used to connect to the net, and would joke that my ISP connection was faster than the machine could handle. I got rid of most of its quirks. I’m down to two, involving the drivers for the rather old videocard and the floppy drive that won’t work. Once those are fixed, then the machine will get a new home. Either with my cousin Jamie, or else my mom’s pet fag Danny. Once it has been cleared out of the way so there’s room, I’ll set up the new-to-me machine and format the hard drive and re-install the OS. That machine doesn’t have quirks, and it doesn’t just have a few issues. It has entire subscription. Fortunately, however, as is often the case with Windoze, a clean install of the OS will take care of all (or nearly all) of those.

And, since I convinced the mother unit that it is actually cheaper for us to share a broadband internet connection than for us each to have a phone line and a dial-up, I will eventually have internet connectivity of my own, at last. No more of this waiting until that hour or so that she spends at the grocery store a couple times a week in order to get to the only net-connected computer.

On another front in Hellano, the psycho cousin has backed off again. He was after my mom again the other day, though he was being careful enough that I couldn’t call the cops on him. I defended her, and he held the phone out to me and told me that I could call 911 if I wanted to. This led to me explaining to him that any excuse that he ever gives me, I fully intend to do so, even if it means I’m getting the cops over to the house fifteen times a day. And that as soon as they take him away, I will dance for joy the entire time he’s locked in the cage he belongs in. He tried to put on a brave front and tell me, “Ooooo, I’m shaking in my boots.” But immediately after that, he ran away and stayed gone for the rest of the day. For a few days afterward, he wouldn’t come in the house at all, and has been on his best behaviour (which isn’t great, but better than the usual behaviour) since then. He’s slowly getting the clue that if he doesn’t make everyone else miserable, I won’t make him miserable. I’ll treat him like a person and be quite civil and sometimes even helpful if he’s doing the same for everyone else here. I don’t know if that will ever truly sink in and become permanent, but it works at least for a few weeks at a time before he flips again. He’s back to being careful around me again, which has eased the tension in the house greatly.

He’s also seen the large Roman-style dirk I keep in my room, and respects the knife and that I showed him that I do have some skill at using and caring for blades. A bit more fear to keep him in line has so far been a good thing.

Hey, , is you is or is you ain’t gonna be able to Kinkajou this year? Find out and tell me, boy!

I don’t often bother to post quiz results anymore, but considering how much I loved the movie, I just had to this time.

Big Boo-tay!

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Aside from that, my mom told me something that made me highly amused. It was something that Psycho Cousin had told her.

He had a nightmare about me. In it, hee had a gun. His was a rather unimpressive, low-caliber thing. But it was the only gun in the place, and everyone was afraid and “respected” it and him. Then I moved in, and I had a gun too. Mine was something more like a .44 Mag. His gun disappeared, so he was desperate to get mine from my room. He’d wanted my gun anyway even before that, because mine was so much cooler than his. He just couldn’t figure out how to get there without me catching him at it and blowing him away. He was apparently terrified the whole time, in the way that nightmares can build that deep terror from the simplest things sometimes. He never was able to get the gun.

What amuses me is the interpretation I got from that. The way I see it is that he’s dreaming in symbols of the power struggle in the house as he sees it. Before me, he had two women in their “golden years” to push around with a lot of impunity, to abuse and threaten and make miserable. Then I moved in and showed him that I will not only not allow him to mistreat me, I will not allow him to do so to my mom or grandmother either. I see that dream of his as an acknowledgement on at least the subconscious level that I now rule this roost, and it’s dangerous for him to go against me and the power I hold, as he sees it.

This dream has been followed by another attempt on his side to find someplace he can afford to move. He claims that his ex-wife has offered to let him move back in with her, though I think this is a lie.

And you know what? I’m enjoying this whole putting the fear of God, so to speak, into the creepy dickhead.