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  1. Panel 1:
    <Those buildings collapsed!! Why aren't you...>
    What are you doing out here?!?
    <Hey! Back off! Stop it!!>
  2. Panel 2:
    <What's goin' on?>
    <It's Hayasaka Erika!! That's her right there!!!>
    <This is insane.>
    <It's just a crowd of scary fanboys.>
    Also shown:
  3. Panel 3:
    You need to get back under cover now!!!
    But, there are people...
    Also shown:
  4. Panel 4:
    Also shown:
    Erika, Piro
  5. Panel 5:
    <Hayasaka Erika? Isn't she like, three years lame?>
    <I've never heard of her.>
    <What?!? How can you say that??>
    <I think my dad was into her.>
    Also shown:
  6. Panel 6:
    Also shown:
    Erika, Largo


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< Piro >

the scene of the accident, looking up :)

"a not-so-strange ceiling"

Saturday - July 3, 2004

[Piro] - 18:41:00 - [link here]

In light of Friday's comic, this could almost be an amusing rant. I once considered getting a Live Journal, but I realized how silly that sounded, considering i already have a good rant space, this space right here, with plenty of people (who for some reason) are willing to read it. So why on earth would i want somewhere else to rant as well?

I wonder if part of the function of having a LJ is that most of the people who read it are people you know. I suppose I thought that maybe a more private spot to be my normal whiny self would be therapeutic. Sure, its fun for MT readers to see what I'm thinking, but I know for a fact that listening to me gripe about things endlessly would become more irritating than entertaining. Better to have a private journal for that. But then i realized that a private blogspace might irritate the hell out of my friends in the same way. So, in the end i just started keeping a devlog that only Reki (my poor abused mac g4) has to deal with. It's the writing that is important, not the fact that anyone might read it... at least, when it comes to most of my daily grumblings.

But that's not really what i wanted to rant about today. The following could, i suppose, fall right into the category of the type of LJ entry that Seraphim was reading from in Friday's comic. I'm sure a lot of you don't want to hear it, but maybe this one does involve a few more serious things than just normal pirowhining. :P

Friday morning was, actually, quite a beautiful morning and the birds were indeed singing. I was feeling a little bleak about all the stuff i had to do that day (remember, our new online store opens at the end of the month, so Seraphim and I are hella busy) but there's nothing really abnormal about that. Also, I have made a lot of progress lately, so i had reasons to feel at least moderately optimistic that it was going to be a decent day.

After running around town taking care of various errands, we arrived at the Factory (this is what I've dubbed the warehouse where we're running Megagear out of. I call our apartment "Old Home". I am such a pathetic Haibane fanboy ^^;;), I started on a rather simple task that I had been putting off for a while - running a network cable over to the shipping computer.

Now, i've adopted a rather Largo-esque approach to managing network cables - i'm hanging them from the ceiling. Our space has a drop acoustical ceiling, like the kind you find in most office buildings. What i've been doing is using plastic zip ties to hang carabiners (metal spring-snap hooks used in rigging) from the ceiling structure at 4 foot intervals and looping the cables thru them. Keeps them off the floor, and out of our way so we don't trip over them. Works amazingly well.

Now, as an architect, i've been poking my head above ceilings for years. I remember pushing up and aside thousands of tiles in builds all over, mostly hospitals where i often wondered what rare, long dormant diseases i was breathing in as dust and particles fell from tiles as i lifted them. Lifting a few tiles and sticking a zip tie over the support Ts shouldn't be a big deal. Done it hundreds of times before.

Well, this time it turned out to be a big deal.

Part of the problem with getting tiles to set back into place is that you sorta have to 'bounce' them, pushing them up and letting their own weight set them into place. This can, of course, produce some dust and particles. What it can also do is land chunks of ceiling tile in your eye. This is what happened to me.

Not a pleasant feeling, as you might imagine. After (amazingly) getting off the ladder without falling, I tried to flush it out of my eye, but for some reason we couldn't get it out. It the end, because i couldn't open my eye without it hurting, we ended up going to the emergency room. It's scary having something happen to your eyes. I wasn't really worried, not really, but still, we couldn't get it out, that was a problem.

Sarah drove me to the Emergency Room, a place i swore that I'd never end up. I had to keep my eyes closed the entire time, because even opening the good eye made my injured eye hurt more. It's a weird experience, being driven around. Being in a wheelchair, sitting in an ER not knowing what is around you, no idea where you really are, not really able to see at all. I had done a lot of work on hospitals as an architect, including an Emergency Room retrofit and addition. I figured that I had spent enough time in hospitals over the years that i didn't need to actually be there for any other reason. What was i doing here?

It took a while to get the last of the particles out of my eye. It two two tries, and the second time they had to swab the back of my eyelid with solution. It kinda spooked me, having to go through that. You don't want to think about loosing your sight, it's not a pleasant thought.

"Good rant material" i kept thinking to myself, jokingly, as they looked at the surface of my eye for scratches or abrasions or damage. It's sad, but i also sat there thinking about how, if i write about this, that people are going to think I'm just making more excuses for why i am late with this, or why i was distracted away from doing that. I wasn't thinking about the fact that i was lucky that my eye was ok, i was upset about having blown almost a whole day by my own stupidity. Safety goggles are cheap. I will be getting a pair before i finish the cabling project.

Four hours later Sarah drove us home. Once i left i realized that i was more worked up about this than i thought i was. My eye still hurts, but it's more sore than in pain. I don't think there will be any lasting effects from this, other than it really spooked me.

I think that a lot of things that happen to people, the kind of things that you write entries in your journal about, are not always interesting, or entertaining, or even moving. I am sure that some of you probably think "so, your eye is all right, get over it." It's easy to take what other people are thinking or feeling, and apply your own scale of values to it. It's really easy to belittle how people feel when you aren't feeling it yourself. But as a writer, it is also important to understand that very fact: just because you feel something and you write it down, it doesn't mean you are communicating what you feel effectively. Just because it means something to you, doesn't mean it will to others.

Of course, if you are just writing for yourself, as a way of exploring your own feelings, it doesn't really matter, does it? Maybe that's what LJs are really all about. Sorta like this rant here is, i suppose - it's one for myself. Thank you for your patience with it.

< Dom >



Wednesday - July 7, 2004

[Dom] - 16:40:00 - [link here]

Update 2, 0:44 PT: Whoop, looks like Cortana's letting me host it on MegaTokyo for a little bit. Here's the link: Football!![its comic day, so i had to take this offline for a while - piro]

Update, 22:40 PT: We've exceeded our bandwidth limit for oop-ack. But thanks to donations, I can buy another five gigs... which may last another day or two, at least, if we put up a torrent. Oop-Ack will be back up in about 24 hours.

I'm writing this quickly, but I have plenty to write about Anime Expo, which was this last weekend.

While the con was wildly disorganized, I managed to have fun, mostly thanks to a lot of cosplaying friends and my buds over at Cal Animage Alpha.

Congratulations go to Kevin, who won Best of Show in the AMV (Anime Music Video) contest by combining Azumanga Daiou and Strongbad Techno. For those of you who don't want to go to, Kev has asked me to put it up on Oop-Ack, and since oop-ack has been having database problems lately, I figured I might as well. So if you want to download his excellent video, go to oop-ack and feel free to grab it. Just... be kind to the bandwidth.

I wish I could say that I had more to do with Kevin's award-winning video (and so does his girlfriend Kim), but all I did was introduce him to Strongbad Sings, and he did the rest himself. We're hoping that he'll be making a G Gundam version of the video next year, just for more dancing robots.

As for me, I managed to rope Kim and Danny into joining the Karaoke Contest under the name Karaoke Without Honor or Humanity. We were edged out in a tough fight to Otaku in Crime, but everyone lost horribly to Shadowflight(?), who kicked everyone's asses by singing up a storm.

And before I go (I have a deadline with Anime Insider to fulfill) I'll leave you guys with this question:

Why do I always end up playing H games (see rant pic for which one) for girls who aren't willing to buy them themselves? WHY?


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