See Kigs Write

Dear Internet,

I just wanted to wish a Happy Birthday to likeshine.

In honor of the original Nerd Queen, I went ahead and doodled up a picture for her.



Nerd Queen Full

Mel and I were chatting a while ago, and decided that we should be King and Queen Nerd. She mentioned liking Video Games, Muppets, Shamrocks, and Cookies. Viola! The Nerd Queen was born. Check out the crown.

I couldn't decide which format to give her, so here's a cropped version and an icon. Knock yourself out. ;)

( Check out the art! )

I hope you enjoy the picture, Mel. Have a wonderful day and an even better year. <3


Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

My car was just smashed by a rental truck. Welcome to insurance hell.

Three insurances are involves:
-My Insurance
-The Driver's insurance
-The Rental Company's Insurance

My front driver's side fender, headlight, tire, side view mirror, and a portion of the bumper are crushed. I took a quick look under the hood; so far, it looks pretty shaken up but nothing looks out of order.

Work tomorrow. I was supposed to drive out to Davis tonight, but now my car is fucked.

This is a pain.

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

I went ahead and made a Dreamwidth.

http://kigs.dreamwidth.org/

My plan is to cross post to both. I'm still not entirely sure what the difference between the two is. If anyone can enlighten me on the matter, I would be very appreciative.

Also, who else is on there? Do you like it?

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

Like many American rug rats, I lost an entire summer to Cable television.

Before then, I spent my summers doing classic "old fashioned" things with my summer vacation. Examples include running through the sprinklers, playing street hockey, riding my bike, and causing general mischief. My entire childhood consisted of scraped knees, bruised elbows, and stitches. I loved it. At age 24, I sometimes feel that I owe my parents an apology for ever being a kid.

Then I hear about what monstrosities they inflicted on my grandparents, and suddenly I don't feel so bad. My mother and her siblings grew up in Mexico, and apparently American Childhoods are mild in comparison. Their childhood stories revolve around getting bitten by dogs and throwing each other into walls. Silly kids.

Things progressed as usual until, one day, my family purchased cable television. BAM! I lost an entire summer vacation sitting placidly in front of a television. I had the entire programming schedule memorized. Kids would knock on my door and ask me to play hockey, and I would politely decline because "Legends of the Hidden Temple" was about to come on.





Cable Television Ate My Childhood!!


Thankfully, I managed to escape its jagged grasp and rejoin society. Nowadays, I don't even have cable. It's expensive, and most of the programming is cheaper to watch online or to buy the DVD. I will never get that summer back.

In honor of lost summers, I have decided to share some entertainment with you wonderful internet people. For everyone who has ever lost a summer to Alf, Little House on the Prairie, or Dinosaurs. Compliments of Bob, I present to you, the 7 most Soul Crushing Season Finales on Television.

Here's a sneak peak; the ending to my personal favorite childhood fossilized sitcom: Dinosaurs





I think I actually watched this Season Finale, and blocked it out of my memory. My stubborn little boy brain refused to believe that my favorite show had ended with the Extinction of all of its stars.

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

Does anyone have an invite for http://ffffound.com?

Good site. Excellent for inspiration or just to browse through. Ffffound lets folks post their favorite images from the internet, leading to a lot of good art, photography, advertisement design, or just fun or strange images. You can check similar pictures or set the site up as a screenshot.

Careful, though. It is powered with attention deficit disorder.

Here's a few quick ones.













Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

This was the first year that I spent Easter away from my family.

It's a strange thing. I won't see them for months at a time, but this year my paycheck schedule didn't let me drive down to the East Bay.

So, instead, my roommates and I had an impromptu "Easter Day Murder Movie Festival.

We started with Hannibal, then moved on to Natural Born Killers, Dawn of the Dead, Slayers, Blade, and finally Blade III. We skipped Blade II because it is terrible.

In one day, we covered serial killers, psychopaths, zombies, and vampires. The only eggs involved in the day were the ones we ate for breakfast.

What started as my roommates and I turned into 8 people hanging out, sorta watching movies, sipping drinks, and having good conversation on a rainy day. I can't remember the last time I spent a nice in the house with my friends. It was pretty relaxing.

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

Today has been enjoyable.

My boss left early, so I decided to do the rest of my day of work from the cafe down the street.

So, I'm hanging out here eating a scone, listening to music, drinking excellent tea, and getting paid for working from my laptop. This is wonderful.

Today is a good day. It's even raining outside. :D

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

This is how you slam dance.

http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1930948

RAWRRRR ROCK ON!!!!

This is what you get when you combine martial arts with metal heads. He's even head banging while he does it.

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

Jaie pointed me towards this this gem.

The rules of Zombie Tag are simple:

1) Collect at least 5 to as many people as you want.

2) Choose a spot to play. It can either be a wide outdoor space, or a theatre space, or even a maze-like structure where you have to find your way around.

3) Ask or choose who will be the doctor.

4) Everyone but the doctor stands in a circle and closes their eyes. The doctor will choose two or more (depending on the number of players) sleeper zombies by tapping them on the head. The doctor will then ask the zombies to look up and recognize each other.

5) Give the doctor a few minutes to hide. Then begin the game. Once the game has begun, the sleeper zombies have to wait one minute before they turn from humans into zombies.

6) At least two humans must find the doctor (he has the antidote, of course) and bring him to a designated spot (usually an exit to the outdoors, or an elevated place if you're outdoors.)

7) If you're a zombie, you have no intelligence. You cannot run. You can't guard the doctor if you've found him, and the only thing you can say is, "Brains!" You can say brains to scare your victim, or to ask another person if they're a zombie, for example.

8) Optional: Have the doctor choose a runner zombie and an angel as well. The runner zombie, obviously, can run, unlike the other zombies. The angel can turn zombies back into humans, but only once for each person. The angel also is unaffected by zombies.

9) If the humans bring the doctor to the designated spot safely, then it's a human victory! If everyone is zombified, then it's a zombie victory!


Who is interested in playing some Zombie Tag? :)

Truly,
Kigs

Dear Internet,

Today,
I drove malaikawolfcat to the airport.

It's interesting how some people meet each other. When we first met, we were sharing a hotel room with a mutual friend and disliked each other. I thought she was weird, and she thought I was too intense. Years later, we're good friends. I haven't actually seen her in about three years, and it was as if no time had passed since the last time we were hanging out.

Even if we don't speak much on the internet, it's refreshing to see someone who you haven't seen in several years and immediately pick up where you left off. The last time we visited, we were in Vegas for her 21st birthday. I was going to college in Stockton, and she was working at a zoo in Oregon. Years pass, and now I'm working two part times jobs in Sacramento and she's trying to figure herself out in Texas. We are hardly the same people we were three years ago.

But after all those years, we immediately went back to watching Lost, drawing silly things, and hanging out in diners for hours talking about weird meaningless little things. It was refreshing.

See you in three years, Ashley. Let's see where we are by then.

Truly,
Kigs