Monthly Archives: July 2005

Hi, my name is Stacie…

And I have become a PSP junkie. I admit it-I love my recently acquired PSP and it loves me. I blame this on my mother and father.
As a child, video games were not something that was allowed in the house. Oh sure, on the rare occassion that we went to Pizza Hut, I would *sometimes* be allowed to play Space Invaders or PacMan. When I would visit my aunt who had Atari, wow…I would get to play this crazy dragon game and Kaboom. Those were the days…
As a college student, I was lucky enough to have many friends who loved PlayStation. Each Monday was called Mortal Monday and there would be vast numbers of people hanging out playing Mortal Kombat. I would play, but really had no clue what the heck I was doing. I learned a few combos that could whoop someone else’s butt, but the rest of the time I was just slamming the buttons as fast as I could. Needlesstosay, if I actually beat you, your skills weren’t so mad, hehehe. During the summers, I would hang out with my friends at home and play Twisted Metal. I wasn’t so good at steering, but it was fun after partying for a few hours.
When Steve and I were living in Rockville (years ago, before marriage and before Michael ever entered our thoughts), we would play MK and CoolBoarders on PlayStation. I loved CoolBoarders! No, I still wasn’t any good at steering in races, but in the tricks part, I found that some of those MK moves nabbed me some serious points.
After Michael was born, we picked up PlayStation2 (and I believe the PlayStation went to Steve’s office, or maybe another friend is “borrowing” it??) and picked up a few more games.
Fast forward to our current home: Xbox in the movie theatre and PS2 in the living room. Steve plays more often than I do, and I can honestly tell you that the only reason I bought him Xbox was to play Halo and Halo2. When Sarah visits, Steve gets re-addicted to PS2, but about a week after she leaves, he’s back on his normal, random gaming schedule.
And now, my beloved PSP. I have three games, but have only played two. My first game purchase was Twisted Metal: Head On. Love it. I *STILL* have a hard time steering, but I’ll tell you what, the longer you play, the more you get the hang of it (enter addiction). The next game I bought was called Lumines. Its a puzzle game that reminds me of a kind of Tetris (I think). You make blocks of colors and then they disappear and you get points and new screens and new music and blah blah blah. Its the one I play most often. I am highly addicted to it…HIGHLY. My other game is called Wipeout Pure. I will admit that I bought this game for two different reasons. One: Its a spacelike racing game. Two: There is a hack that you can use with the game so that you can access the internet through your PSP. If you know *ANYTHING* about me at all, you can guess which one of those is the primary reason for the purchase of that game.
When I confessed to Steve that I bought a PSP (thanks for spilling the beans, Sarah! hehehe), he asked me why. I showed him how easy it was to zone into the games and he laughed so hard since he had never seen me that way before. I asked him if he wanted one, and he said he didn’t need another timewaster. (Don’t listen to him, my sweet shiny black PSP! You know I love you, baby!) But then, he said something to the effect of “Hey, can I try that game?” Yeah, 20 minutes later I got it back with a “Please don’t buy me that, I will never get any work done again!” Too true.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig

I love going on vacation, but I LOVE coming home. It reminds me how much I love my home. Ah, deep sighs of contentment all around from this part of the country.
I’ve got a lot to do to catch up on all my online endeavors (and then some) and for scrapbooking stuff, and I’m really psyched to sit down and be creative.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m back and will be trying to catch up with all of you as best I can as fast as I can.
😀


My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?

Just hanging around

Funniest thing was hanging around tonight, so I ran for a camera to share.

If you get a chance

Check out my flikr pics to the left-they have some photos from my B/W photography class that I took on Wednesday. Mind you, these are the ‘candids’ from my digital, but when I get the B/W’s I’ll let you know. 😉

Random thoughts along the way

the beauty of the written word
I love pages and pages of my own writing-even though I’ve never really liked my own handwriting until recently (like a week ago). I love that feeling of accomplishment that I get when I see full pages. They can be ramblings of no consequence or great grand projects of introspection. In the end, it doesn’t matter-I just smile and feel good about it. Silly, eh?

we fear change
Over the past few years, I’ve come to realize that I am a status quo kind of girl. (This isn’t really very flattering.) I like things to stay ‘just as they are’. I get nervous and anxious to step outside my box. Fear alone of being a fool can easily keep me from trying something new (Yet I will very easily be silly and crazy on purpose to entertain other people. What’s up with that? Beat them to it? Don’t know!) What I find very strange about being a status quo girl is that I usually end up questioning everything. You’d think I would leave well enough alone, but…

arguments for sale
Did you know that I am (unfortunately) one of those people who will start an argument for no real reason? I mean, I don’t sit there and think “I’m so going to start an argument just to argue.” I suppose its more of a “You aren’t giving me enough attention, and this will force you into it.” I’ve been working hard on trying not to do this. How? I’ve tried to be more aware of when I’m feeling a little passive aggressive and to ask for attention instead of picking a fight. It almost always immediately difuses my feelings of anger. Almost…

step inside my comfort zone
What does the phrase ‘comfort zone’ really mean, anyway? Why do we have one? For ‘protection’? Why do Americans seem to have a larger comfort zone than other peoples (ie the 3 foot rule versus 6 inches in your face rule)? I’m not sure where this one is going-they were just thoughts that popped into my head.

So, there are a few random thoughts for you to digest.

Public Service Announcement

It has been brought to my attention that several of my readers are suffering from extreme flatulence as of late. In hopes of the stench not being correlated to them reading my blog, I thought I would do some research.
From the information that I’ve read, I am finding that the ‘dreaded’ carbohydrates are to blame for the majority of human gas production. Apparently, many of us aren’t digesting our carbs the right way (ironic to think that as diabetes and obesity plague our world, we get stinkier, too).
Special note for my lactose intolerant friends:
Wondering what the deal is with that? Well, let me fill you in. Lactase is the name of an enzyme that is supposed to be in your small intestine. Well, you intolerants are missing them-sorry! Anyway, that enzyme is what breaks lactose down in the parts that are about to enter our bloodstream. Since you are missing that, the lactose goes straight to the large intestine. Doesn’t sound so bad, except that’s where the little bacterias are waiting to eat it. When they eat it, they make gas…So basically, what I’m trying to tell you is that, apparently, not only do you lactose intolerants give your bacterias a feast if you have ice cream, but you are also gassier than the rest of the non-lactose intolerant world (I thought to say “regular people” but I see how some people {see at 48 minutes} have used this phrase lately, and well…this is my social commentary on it.)
With that being said, here are my recommendations:
-Eat slowly
-Chew thoroughly
-Sip, don’t gulp!
-Nix sodas and other carbonated drinks
-Nix gum
-Nix sugar-free foods that contain the “-tol’s” (ie sorbitol)
And remember, all of us, regardless of creed, race, image, language, etc, are “regular people”.

07.07 London

I still can’t believe that London was attacked. I hate the thought of those people making their way to work, but not making it. If indeed it was jihad, then all I have to say is fundamentalism is total bullshit. How can you kill in the name of God? It just doesn’t even make a bit of sense. If its not jihad, then all I have to say is this is total bullshit. How can you kill people to make any sort of point at all?
I’m so sorry, London-dwellers and family and friends of London-dwellers, that you have experienced this. My heart and mind are with you.