Rayo Verde Editorial

11:05PM - Geting better? Nah, just bitter.

Like every January 1st friday marks the begining of a new year and this week tends to become the most dreadful of all the 52, days I learned to spend as quickly and painless as possible, like a bad cold one knows will get but can't avoid like we can't avoid the sun running along the sky every day.
Long gone are those days when it meant something like waiting for xmas day or chocolate eggs on easter but certainly those days are the very lil' reason that have kept me between sane limits saving the world from another serial killer loco or something like that, and let me tell you that reasons never where a problem, there are still many.
One gets to understand the fascination with murderers when that feeling they must have at times comes to flirt with you, saying how easy would be to grab a hammer and...you get the idea.
But let's not talk about dark thoughs since is time for bitter ones when I see another dozen moons gone and life keeping the same numb feeling and without any sign of change but for worst, seeing the surroundings going to hell isn't a mood reliever and being the pesimistic bug I am certainly it makes all worst and that's when the idea of how to find an exit comes to play, not to fear, is matter of time, long time before that comes though personally I have scheduled all the how to's just in case.
Now at this point you all know how it goes with the bug, is a thought is dark I can make it darker; seeing this point of my life with certain things stuck, others lost and many more unreachable makes me wonder what's the point of being alive, the answer for now is pure responsability, with father, work and family, but mostly because father.
He's the anchor that keeps me here.
Having lost all traces of self steem and being quite sure that I've been born to stay single for what's left of my life in certain way makes it bad and good, bad cause is unbearable at times, good since there's not much to leave behind and trust me from personal experience, once on the other side nothing else matters anymore.

One more thing, solitude lets a lot of free time and guess what: there's no god.

9:07PM - I like bad better.

Guess I'm my own worst enemy, some news.


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12:15AM - Been long since last!

And only to post this silly quiz!!!


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Know what? This like telling a chinese guy that he lives in China!!

Telling the bug that is a bug, geez...

12:18AM - Survived the Holidays, Will survive the New Year?

Hell, you will say that I found another excuse to feel down but this time, is a valid one and I'm not the only one.

All thanks to our good new 'goverment'. 
They don't govern shit.

   Just before taking possesion, the mini president allowed an increment in gas, diesel, and like mocking of the poor, milk causing a cascade of rises in the prices because as you know, things are transported by vehicles that need gas! d'oh! And the milk was even badder because the rise was on the milk that is sold to the poor sector of the population, now, is they're the ones who are poor, why do you take the little milk they can get away?
Simple, they don't care about the people.
And to make it funnier, they rise the minimal salary (wow you'll say) ¡two lousy pesos! (like 20 cents) and they have the cynicism to say that the salaries are recuperating!! Quite a funny joke for those who see the ridiculous rise evaporating before even getting it on their next check, because due the gas rises all public transports obviously charge more for a ride, even more than the logic would say.

   Ah, but this is still going and all points to get even worse; this week the corn prices skyrocketed taking with them more basic food that I can count, first is tortillas, the most basic food down here reached ridiculous prices like 30 pesos kilo!! and a level price of around 10, that is a death sentence for about 70% or more of the people since there's hardly a family that doesn't included tortillas at least once a day and there are thousands that had it as their only nutriment.
As you can see, this is almost a tragedy for many families but it isn't stoping because corn feeds not only that traditional item, the whole economy is supported by it like animal feeding and other things made of corn at least on a small part so now all things are going up, meats -especially chicken-, oils, cookies, cereals, flours, everything!!
   It isn't finished though, oil prices are going down and sad to say but the goverment stupidly bases all on it and dollars seem to be going up bringing us a nice devaluation that will demolish what's left of our finances, and yet, the goverment insists in saying that 'we will be better'.
   That's why they stole the elections for, to step on the people and get themselves and their friends even more richer. (yep, superlative)
   25 years of neoliberalism has brought us to this, a demolished agro that can't produce what is needed causing the importation of all basics with the gain only for the rich, a oil politic that has our national petrol industries on their knees giving all the money to the goverment and not the country and an asslicker band of politics that only think on how to make and stole more money for them and their monopolical friends, all for the rich, none for the poor!!
   After all this, and if things get worst -as I think but hope won't- don't be surprised about seeing a depressed bug but when the whole country rises again in a big revolution against all those traitors!!
   Then, surely you'll lose the bug, because I won't stay with arms crossed while a band of suckers in the goverment destroy my country.


   Fron the Bug Hole. (revolutionary quarters)

10:27PM - The New Year begins!!! Sloooow....

   Yeap, we all know that it's 2007 but from where I'm sit seems that the world isn't aware of it just yet, everything stays the same and even there are things that are starting way slower than the rest.

   The same goes for me, though the season wasn't as bad as I believed it would be and festivities went by simpler and duller than ever, comes to my mind that because of that I'm not as in gear as past years -read, no enthusiasm whatsoever- not dazed by the promises the future has -none- and jumping from one idea to another without commiting with any; heck, even the job is going slow!

   That of course affects my creativity, slow days with a lazy bug lead to an even slower flow of the artistic juices, delaying the completion of pics and projects; there are still doubts around but they aren't as big as before, focusing more in what to do and if I'll be able to do it, some are simple and some sound like the biggest craziness you ever heard.
   So now the plan is to take it calm despite the slowness that floats around, there are a lot of things waiting to happen and others I'm waiting to see them happen, and though many aren't good things I feel that I can't plan anything if I don't see at least a sign about where things are going before attempting anything.
   To say the littlest, in the past two months four more ideas have raised and developed though the way things are going, they'll have to wait in line for a while.

   Till then, then!

   From the Bug's Hole.

8:24PM - Nemontemtin.

     In the ancient Mexica calendar (everybody calls them Aztecs but that's completely wrong)*, the 360 days year ended in five more days called nemontemi -plural nemontemtin- which means 'empty days' and that way they completed a 365 days year since their calendar was set on a lunar one and after 52 years everything aligned back in place with the sun's making it a 'century' for them and all of the Mesoamerican cultures.
     Well, back in those days the nemontemtin fell around the second week or so of January, when the weather was coldest, cloudiest and apparently saddest like if nature was waiting for a rebirth; during those days no one did hard labors, festivities, warm food or leave the house, heck, even sex was forbidden as they believed that a child conceived those days would die soon after birth, couples took great care of even not having a child that could be born those days as well.

     What I'm saying is that for me the empty days are those between Christmas and New Year, when there's nothing but mute phones, no work to do, endless year reviews, more annoying Xmas movies and dang how I hate the rituals and wishes for New Year, like if those would work like they didn't last year; sure it's cool to have free days despite that when back to work is really hard to get back in track but also is when I face the fact that I have nothing else to do but small things and what Chief wants me to do which I avoid until somehow I get it done.
     Also there's the fact that even with such loads of free time I get to do nothing TF community wise, no pics, no tales, nothing at all when one much wiser would be taking it like a creativeness festival but so far I'd just did a pic for Ataru and KidKomix that left me exhausted after two days of coloring and inking hence my laziness took over and noticed why I haven't colored but two pics since I got back ddodling, is just too much work to do!! I'd rather watch TV, thanks.
    What about New Year? Yes, I'm quite a Grinch these days since I truly despise everything people do besides the food because I never reject a dinner though sometimes one can get deceived but the rest of the celebration, ack, please no hugs damnit!! And all for what, the next day we everyone's back to work and normal days return for another twelve months and the world will keep revolving after we're gone. 
     After all MY new year begins the first of June, that's when I really start another year and even with a more selected type of day: the day I do what I want to and if it's nada then nada gets done, is a relief to get something back from undesired parties and other stuff, buying what I want instead of getting presents that I won't use, anyway at this age one doesn't get anything if one doesn't buy it with hard earned money.

     This is the last post of the year, won't be in the mood for another and certainly after the 31st the mood will be depleted, I just had the usual "I'm more depressed than you" kind of talk Ataru and I have saying that the other is a better writer while one is a damn poor looser or in other words 'I suck on what I do'; by now it has reached competition level although I still think he has better skills but he will say the same of me (don't believe him!).

     That's all for the year, thanks for listening to a bug's meaningless rants, from the Bug Hole.

1:34AM - Saturday Bounty.

So the International Book Fair finally began this Saturday and for the first time I went right away, I guess the bug needed one of those rare moments when he's totally alone among the biggest crowd imaginable with all the time he wants to peruse the even bigger number of books that are displayed by the libraries, editorials, countries and authors coming from lots of parts of the world with the Spanish idiom as main subject.
Perhaps for being the first day the crowd wasn't that thick and many places were still empty inside, I use to go the day before it ends to try to catch some rushed bargains as many stores are preparing to close, but still the fair was quite topped with people though this time I felt it lighter and didn't had that ominous feeling I get every time the bug is out and surrounded by crowd, nope, I got in at 2pm after two hours of bus ride -1 waiting for it and one in the road- and let myself immerse in the reign of the printed word.

I spent five hours coming and going in there, quite a few miles I'll say!

I bet very few of you will see an amount of books I saw in there, strangely I felt that some that many stores from last year were absent this one and particularly the one I hoped to find and buy those Harry Potter books in english I'm looking for from a publisher that does very neat covers instead of those with the nasty drawings on the cover, but this year it didn't come.
Still, I spent three hours looking at anything at will choosing, and rechoosing which titles would be good to buy and let me tell you that it was a hard task to do, so many books and so limited savings! Still I bought more than I thought I will but less than I wished to buy, three months worth of savings or $120 for you = $1200 for me to get a total of thirteen books and six magazines (many for free) and still a lot were left behind but I must think about the upcoming season when I buy my own presents as well as dad's and I wanna spend more than I spent this time.

I'm satisfied, have to because I know that I can't really spend all my money there no matter how much I crave good readings, this pack of books must last me at least six months or more of good reading, some are small but I got a couple of 500's plus that can take a nice month if I save my time carefully (if I don't watch myself I can eat an 800' in two weeks), still if luck continues with me I may go back with Chief next Friday to look for a book I think will help us at work and why not, spend another $20 or $40 on more books -crazy-

Reading has always being my ultimate refuge, the place to be when I needed company -that means all the time and of course after so many years of intense lecture of good books the next step was to attempt create my own, I guess that it comes the time when so many words overflow and there's no way to go but write them down; the lack of reading is like a drug hangover for me, it's my leisure, my mental food and drug that I like to abuse on everytime I can, Chief mocks me saying that I read even the shampoo ingredients, how right he is.
With the right amount of reading and good mood I may go back to writting, so far the meager attempts have been disastrous leaving just a bitter taste in my mouth, perhaps some more reading time is needed to found back what I have lost.

It was a good bounty indeed, even if I'm still sore from walking so much and carrying that kind of weight for so long!!!

From the Bug Hole.

7:37PM - Unstable.

An entry written in the afternoon instead of late night or the early hours of the day, yeap it's a rare thing indeed.

But tomorrow we'll have a free day making a three days weekend much like the guys up there had last weekend, long weekends tend to last less than normal ones but so far this is hanging on with the free time and lazy hours that I'm not using to make pics or tales, just watching TV and half-surfing the Net.
Wasting time is like a sport to me because when there's chance to not doing anything I take it despite the fact that I might do something eventually, there's a total lack of will from me, everything seems worthless right now.

Now with a certain degree of calm I can see what a week was this past one, several changes of mind made me think that finally I may be loosing control, thursday and friday I was in such state of anxiety and rushness that I ended on a fit of rage that almost made me end it all for good, journal DA account, mails, drawings, the whole thing; that was after an usual period of depression (you get used to them but never totally) where I deleted all my DA notices from pals' new arts, if I can't see their art how will I favore it? I never expect at all to be favored by them, only a few do it in a constant basis be it blind friendship, habit, or kind pity.
In fact I've decided to not appear anywhere, dismiss my so called 'coming back' and not go to DA unless I have something to show -which can take weeks- the rush from being in DA has passed going back to the old bug self that will retire again.

From the Bug Hole.

1:59AM - A Year.

Tomorrow will be a complete year since the day I sat in front of my computer, turned it on, watched the desktop for a minute or so, switched it off and turned to bed to watch TV, not going back to the PC till a few days later thus leaving all my Net friends and bussiness abandoned.

That day I realized that I had no further will and desire to appear online and fake a good face to my friends feeling that it wasn't fair for them if I was feeling like crap while they tried rather unsuccessfully to cheer up a damned bug; also my creativity had gone to hell along with my desire to produce more stuff as many problems from past and present drove me away from the spaces I used to share stuff with friends and those so-called freak lurkers (leeches from hell).

Feeling that I had nothing else to share anymore I thought that the best (or easiest) way to solve was to disappear and let the community go on with new material and creators, a wore out bug wasn't useful or needed when better things are being posted for public's satisfaction and comments; as I figured no one noticed my absence. It may not be the wisest choice but I'm not a smart bug at all.

Surprisingly but not that much a few mails came to my addy, friends worried by my absence and I tried to explain things without being too wordy careful to not bring them down to my pit, they understood and some left me a lone while others remained in contact with me; when this happens you know from the very instant when you open their letters and read their concern that since that day there won't be anything you won't do to help them any time, any way possible...they are true friends, friends for life...amigos de verdad.

Now, a year ago from that day, I'm here pondering what happened in those long-short months when I just came to check mail, see things a bit around without seeing the littlest piece of art from anybody, watching mostly TV surrendered to laziness thinking where the hell life could go then for a bug of my age (still wondering, though).
Opening a blog here helped to vent the little traumas that formed the bug (some of them) though nobody but two-three people actually read it when they can (or remember) I do the same because this is more a escape muffler than anything else; then recently I opened an account on DA mostly to see the mature art but posting an old pic to fill the void, one thing led to another and since then not only I found the buddies gang in there but also new ones and slowly a therapy of seeing art is beginning to help the bug see other's art again (though continues to avoid certain artists).

There's still one last thing to do, may be, but the cowardlyness of the bug keeps it as nothing more than a pop-up and I haven't dared to step one bit beyond that one-second-flash on the Net; the best thing I can guess is that indeed, a year has passed and still...I'm not ready.

From the Bug Hole.

2:25AM - Fruit Cakes and Screwballs.

This is a text I owed to a friend since a couple of weeks but actually it's an issue I indeed owed him since enough months to make two years, the publication from his part of three comissioned drawings made me take the decision to not delay the issue further as it concerns us and our projects very closely.

On summer '04 I was on the peak of my collaborations with a friend called Mr. Mergers with whom I had been writing tales under his own very good ideas plus some of mine, on the wave I thought an original one-shot tale for him and went to sketch it while sharing the ideas with my good pal Ataru who really liked the idea giving advice and adding his ideas to it as it advanced; pretty soon the idea became a project on which we worked a little in our everyday chats quickly creating a whole set of heroines, characters, sets and even villians, each with its own personality.
Though I'm always reluctant about exposing ideas before they're published (this one never got written beyond general lines) the whole thing involded girls -of course-, animals -always- and more surprisingly, flavors; all this combined produced a unique heroine part human-part mink and cherry flavored (name witheld) that fought for the animals' rights and pretty soon to save innocent college students from the evil plots of an obscure mind behind terrible -funny- and multiflavored transformation; this reddish heroine soon had friends joining in like felines, hares and skunky partners that were also flavored and each one with a special 'power' depending on the fruit they had imbeded. We went as far as having sketches of the main girls to figure out how they looked.

To make it short, the idea was shared with another friend who actually jumped very high stating that the idea was so much close to his developed comic (which is quite a success, even if it hasn't been formally presented as such) and kinda demanded us to stop with the idea, being friends of course we did and so the very good project was put to sleep for undefined time.

Being as I am I never let it forgotten and from time to time wondered how to change the idea to still be what was planned without interfering with friend's comics, however all this was the start of a let down in both ideas and will from my part that not only dried out the creativity flow but also ended up -with help of other stuff- with my demise from the community a year ago; however many good things came from the prject, my friend finally began to write really great tales (better than mine IMHO) with not only one but two minks, a tigress and a cute clumsy wolvette for which he took the name I had created for the project: Sheri Taylor.
Well, indeed that doesn't matter much, we're friends but honestly at first it itched me as I always try to come up with names that resemble the secret identity of my characters (Wendy Lupine is quite clear f.e.) but seeing how good he was going while I dried away made me realize that the name deserved a better fate and hell, I could come up with another; now, the pic that made me write all this nonsense is a bunny one which was part of the project being very much an idea of my friend based on a rare pic from MilkMaid (@ Kris Overstreet); he plans to add a similar (the same?) character to his tales, great, now the only doubt I have is how far he's thinking to go? 

Why? Because finally since my mind began to work again the original idea returned and took a different light without loosing the primary details and I'm waiting for the right time to work on it; the flavors were are my idea but I'm way unsecure and doubtful about it because of my friend's projects which I really want to see completed.

That's all for now, I'm wandering too much and not saying anything; this is quite all I had to say.

From the Bug Hole.

1:05AM - Wasted Weekend.

So this weekend began on a different way than usual, first we didn't go out early since there wasn't anything to be done, delivered or to be cashed and instead there were filters in need to be finished for today; I must say that they ended up looking very good and the client liked the product so we will have more orders from him meaning a good amount of money gain for us.
However not all things went that good, when we almost finished the filters we heard a brawl in the front yard where the dogs were, see, our poodle neighbors always charge against our common fence wanting to pick a fight that will never happen due such fence (and the would loose poorly) and of course our dogs go there to retort in a two vs eight barking symphony (you can fix your jaw now) till we go and shut the hell up all of them -neighbors almost never silence theirs-

This time, all went wrong.

The smallest of the group uses to go and fetch the bigger one on the rear legs, this time big went over lilttle and the rest joined...I came to plunge into a three vs one brawl and damn it has been the worst one of all our dog fights, they chased me with little in arms actually trowing her away from my grasp once and biting her twice more befor I could reach the safety of the door; of course, big punishment came after it, all were locked in in their 'rooms' till next day.
But it went gory when we checked up the little one, ugly bite holes on her neck and rear paws that we proceeded to clean and heal, after all we had taken another recent adquisition to the vet on Wed for vaccin and be cured of a nasty encounter with our eldest dog who is a bit cranky, the thing was that when we went for the last rear paw we found a gruesome looking wound between leg and belly that was practically a slash that unskinned part of both zones, wasn't a pretty sight I say, so we hurriedly bandaged her and tried to find the vet but it was already too late at almost 10pm so we gave her medicine and kept an eye open all night.
So early in the morning the first thing was go to the vet where we left her to be cured, then have some lunch and go back to pick up a woven and dizzy pet that's now known as Frankie for the stitches ^_^, she's okay now but refuses to go out with the pack -obviously- and we are splitting them too to avoid further problems, hopefully next Sunday we will be lucky enough to get a home for four of the pack.

But that wasn't all on the weekend, back at home we thought to rest a little before doing some housechores and then go out again to a meeting but the pest of last week appeared again and blasted those plans with his presence that included to be invited to eat of course just as he was the only one who did it and so Chief couldn't get the rest he needed after a night watching for the dog, the pest left just in time for us to get clean and ready to go to a family reunion for the Día de Muertos that was more a Halloween party with costumes and all but the bug must die first to be dressed in costume!! And of course there was loud music which I can't stand and worse it was the kind of music I despise most -Banda- so after the salutations to familiars and strangers too busy on the karaoke to notice I went to the bottom of the house to see the cousins play one of those stupid games where you punch someone to steal a car, drive like idiot, crash the car, steal another and so on so finally I settled by watching TV till dinner was ready (music changed to match my likes but still was too luod) and once eaten back to the TV to wait for the time to go.

Sunday was calmer but housechores and such making end too quickly so nothing else was done, we just rested what we needed to for today.
And that's how a normal weekend can go to hell in an instant. In the Art subject I didn't even visited DA to see how things are, there's nothing to say or add there for the moment thanks to the lovely weekend.

From the Bug Hole.

1:50AM - Playing Deviant.

Well, if you wondered (or not) where I have been all this time, the bug have been playin' deviant here: Deviant Bug's Art.

Must say that I registered there by pure convinience at first, to be able to see the Adult marked art that sometimes I couldn't see because of being a visitor and not a member, then, to avoid having a plain looking user page I uploaded a pic...one thing lead to another and before I noticed I was posting pics and scraps everyday till I ran outof old material and then, the unthinkable happened: I asked five people to say which character they would like me to draw!! Two weeks later all are finished and must say that the five dudes are really happy with my humble doodles, I have a good list of watcher/watched and quite a few of the ol' gang are ther too!!
Strange Ataru.
Frosty.
She-Hulk Fan!!
Dragonfly!!
CycloneKath.
TigerStrype.
And a good bunch of good artists are there too so you have to see my favorites gallery too (if you dare to go) to see what kind of goodness these artists are doing, and also there are awesome writings to check.

And now, with a better mood than the past months (and holding it with teeth and claws) I am planning the pics for the rest of the month, my stash of old pics almost ran out (one themed fanart and one never seen before line art) so now if nothing else happens the art will come steadily, being easier than write, at least for now.

See you there, in the Art section of the Bug Hole.

12:59AM - Crap in a crash boom bang.

Well, what had to happen happened and then some.

What will happen usually will, so these past two days everything came rather packed, first the work that suposedly would take one day took two and a bit, why? Because lack of will to do it, there was an easiest way that usually is used but no, this time had to be the hard way and that's why I took so long to complete such task, easy in appearance I fell for distraction instead of work, perils of working alone; then, when at last seemed to be done the biggest storm of the season came, that kind where you can't see your front fence -word man- so terrible and strong that at around 7pm power went down on the whole place -5000 houses out- and of course, couldn't continue working and also there wasn't anyting else we could do but light some candles and let the night pass by, Chief got to see a friend so I just read a little and slept another little before dinner and bed.

Mind you, we live on the edge of the world cause power came back till 8:30am.

And when all seemed okay and Chief finally went out to work he told me if I could go to collect a payment and I said 'sure'
Big Mistake.
I may not wrote about this here but my VW had been developing certain things that didn't interfered with its functioning and after a couple of rounds I thought that we could go for the check and easily return within an hour but that hour became more than four and we didn't return together; right before this little town where I had to go there's a long uphill that tests everyone's cars and engines and last time there has been no problem with it but this time was a diferent thing, ol' beetle began to act funny and loose speed barely reaching the top when he definitively went cranky on me and had to use the downhill to be able to park on a reasonable part of the curb where I couldn't start him anymore...
¿what to do? nothing but wait and try to cool the poor engine, task that took more than two hours (that bad it was) to finally quasi-start the engine and be able to move for two blocks to a more secure parking site where I left him and went to take the bus back home; once there Chief was already calling for the third time or so and I briefled him the news, stated that when he came back we would go for my car; at 7pm finally we where there and had time to wait for a crane to take him back home where finally is resting and waiting for what happens next.

What happens next? Don't know, or change the engine or have it fixed, either way it will be expensive and time consuming so it seems that my car will be parked for a loong time, not a reason to be happy indeed.

From the Bug Hole.

 

2:32AM - Doomed to Fail?

From an early age I was taught that somehow I was meant to be a failure in anything I did, of course let me clarify first that family doesn't have any blame on this, not at all, if there is should be purely circunstancial as decision always affect everybody when it comes to family and lifes things do that as well.
Nope, somehow on the way I was labeled as 'failure' -kinda a Simpson stick before time- and was repeatidly and strongly bent to believe that I was nothing, a void space, nada; that should leave a mark and after some time you get to believe it when it gets obvious that all things past, present and probably future didn't or won't have the ending I want(ed), that's what experience tells you when people around you doesn't.
Why I'm saying this? Because once more I face another failure, the new plan I began two weeks ago began to shake two days ago, I was unsecure from the start as always am in every thing I do and things seems to confirm such fears; as usual I built hopes secretly making them fail and now I believe that maybe it was an error to be in DA, my own self-defeating being is conspiring to see if I can delete my account and go back again to the hole I should never leave again.

Ah, a new idea came by.

Last Sunday the pups found a new home for each of them, hopefully loving families that will take care of them but how much I miss my furry pumpkins, is time to sleep and let brain shut off for a while, some hours of darkness before another day.

From the Bug Hole.

11:09PM - Close Call.

Leaving this place alone for sometime wasn't among my plans, not that I wanted to post daily but now has been a while since the last post, the 'essay' that ust one pal has read, not complaining of course since its purpose is mainly to get rid of the idea, free the mind and change to another issue, mostly it seems that this time of the year everybody is damn busy cause all the posts are scarse.
Well, if you know the sensation of chill running down your spine then you know how fear and anxiety are, especially when your PC starts to reboot at random times and you start guessing what the hell is causing it because you're in the middle of fixing your antivirus and perhaps your HD is getting toasted (and icecicles appear behind you), well, that sends you on quest for an answer that leads to a reinstallation of Windows, fight against the rebooting for long hours, clean the PC insides and everything else you can think of until it's quite sure that the power supply is the guilty part.
Now, here comes the funny thing, on 03/09/05 I passed through a similar problem, not so dramatic but close and I bought a new power supply, that's why I believed it wasn't it -it's just a year old damnit- and of course, it chose to fail exactly 367 days after the purchase, that is, two days after the guarantie expired!!! -PLOP- Funnier than that, I can't think of.
Good thing is that the box isn't expensive and was quicly purchased (along with a new 80Gb HD just-in-case), replaced the faulty one and reinstalled everything back again and seems that we're back to normal, Houston!

On other stuff, now that a problem was solved is time to announce that this Sunday the pups will go for adoption, so the day before when they get their beauty bath will take lots of photos since we believe they'll find homes right away, and they're like a little Taz Band, trust me, I just wish I could keep Chibi Lucy (formerly Sakura), damn.

From The Bug Hole.

3:25AM - Katia.

Katia.

 

Evening was dying, dark skies and low thundering clouds made it look like an horror cliché movie; a car roared under the luminescent street lights that barely could fight the dark with their yellowish lights that led to a high squared building with gurgling gargoyles on its four corners.

The HEMI stopped with a last growl on the parking lines along the boardwalk of the building and the door opened, a tall blonde man stepped out of the blue Dodge walking without hurry under the rain that punished relentlessly the windshield of the cars parked around the West Precinct and every thing, big or little, on Carfax City.

 

Once on the other side of the glass doors that announced the function of the 19^th century building the man shook the excess water off his blonde mane and proceeded to the front desk where a rather chubby police officer was fighting to balance a coffee while answering two phones ringing.

            -Eh…-

            -One moment please! – Was the quick answer to a question that couldn’t be.

            -Just tell me where…-

            -No Mrs. Jackson, we don’t get cats offa trees please! –

            -Capt. Quincey? –

With a quick gesture the troubled man pointed to the right with a movement of his head and returned to his fight with phones, ladies and coffee.

 

Somewhat amused he continued in the given direction where a wide stair that once led rich and elegant guests to the interior of the once famous Hotel, he went on it, the black trench coat leaving smalls puddles all the way up to the ample space filled with desks that was the heart of the Station; what used to be a hall surrounded by private rooms now was a sea of desks filled to the rims with paperwork that hid the heads of many law enforcers trying to make a living by keeping safe the lives and properties of the citizenship, a deep cloud of smoke floated above the smell of coffee that had been brewed all day.

Then, a door on the right practically exploded and a huge man burst out yelling out loud.

            -Damnit!! Are those reports ready or what?!! I want each and everyone of them in my desk before nine!! You!! –

Much to his grief the new arrive jumped slightly when the man pointed at him.

            -I’m Sgt. Harker, Sir-

            -It was time damnit, get in!! –

 

Without further explanation the man disappeared inside the office and Sgt. Harker followed suit, finding himself inside a wide space f what had been two hotel rooms but now what must be an ample space was packed with rows of  archives and a cabinet to show the trophies and awards that the Precinct had gained through its story, as well of some gold cups from police golf tournaments with the name of the winner carved on a plaque: Captain Morris Quincey.

            -So you’re the one who asked a transfer, eh vaquero? –

            The Captain had a folder opened before him and the Sergeant could see it was all about him from his days at the Academy to yesterday morning, when he arrived to Carfax from Philly.

            -Yeah sir, it was too boring down there-

            -It’s your life Harker, isn’t the first time I get an extreme sportsman looking for emotions, and surely you won’t be the last but I have to ask you if you’re sure about getting in here-

            -Since the Academy I wanted to be in a city like New York or Boston, I know I want to be here-

Harker looked at those eyes fixed on him, black irises on those yellowish eyes with the dead look of a shark, sunk on the big bald head like a cannonball, without eyebrows and given the stature of the Captain it was easy to imagine that an encounter on a dark alley with such man surely would give an attack; he thought that the wisest move was to be on Morris’ side from the start.

            -Yes sir, I’m where I want to be- He assured.

With a heavy sigh the obscure man closed the folder and said:

            -This is your lucky nigh Harker, bad or worst because you not only got the graveyard shift but also a partner, a good one-

His tome was indefinable sarcastic or worried.

-Far corner on the left, and welcome to the West Precinct-

Nodding his thanks the blonde turned for the door but as he stepped out a few steps away from the door another huge yell made him jump along with a series of cups and rims of papers from other fellow cops that looked with dismay at their chief, obviously one never could ever get accustomed to those sound blasts.

            -Dacynsky! Your new partner is here!! –

 

Mumbling a low curse and thinking that it may become an habit Harker walked all along the jammed hall noticing that women and men alike were giving him some odd looks like if he was the craziest man on earth or some mournful ones only seen at funerals.

            “Maybe I’m dead man walking”

Finally he reached the farthest corner were another door led to the most amazing sight he had seen in his brief career, the small room had huge boards as only decoration and those were filled with papers, maps, notes and some of the most gruesome pictures imaginable besides profile shots of convicts, suspects and wanted criminals; on the equally occupied desk laid a plastic plaque that read: D. K. Dacynsky.

But what caught his eyes were the pair of black leather boots placed on top of all those papers, shiny and long to below the knee they led upwards the most amazing legs more exposed than hidden beneath the black silk of a long skirt that had slipped to mid thigh to expose the creamy skin; above an equally black leather belt hugged the skirt tightly to a waspy waist, a crimson vest hugged the torso like a corset lifting a bountiful bust to make it even more voluptuous, shoulders and arms were covered by a white silk and loose fitting blouse leaving forearms and hands bare, these sporting crimson painted nails.

            -Ahem…-

            -C’mon, don’t be shy-

He coughed for attention at the same time she told him to come in from behind the dossier she was reading, as soon as he stepped in she lowered the file and he was bathed on the light of her amazing violet eyes gracing a model-like face with lips made even juicier by the incandescent red that covered them.

            -I’m…I’m Sgt. Harker, John Harker-

He barely gasped, not every day one get to find a top model where a tough cop should be, (edit) even more if she had such a dense mane of fiery red hair that shone like burning metal, the coppery locks were perfectly done in an intricate style of curls that prevented any lost strand to fall; she pointed to a chair with a movement of those gorgeous eyes.

            -Take a sit, place those books on the floor-

He obeyed, the sultry voice had a commanding tone that avoided any reply to it, or it was some kind of spell contained on the soft soprano notes it gave? He noticed that she was taking a good note of himself.

            -Well well, seems that you and me will be partners from now on so it’s a pleasure Johnny-

She offered her hand and he reached with his, shaking hands he felt the steely firmness of her grip.

            -Call me Harker, or John-

            Smiling delighted at his retort, she showed a perfect set of white teeth.

            -Glad to meet you, call me Katia or ‘Kat’ to be short- She leaned back on her chair –It’s amazing that actually Quincey had found someone to be my partner, has been months since the last one and all the Precinct is too chicken to bear with the ‘One Woman Unit’-

            -Beg your pardon? – Suddenly he felt that things where going too fast.

            -Let’s say that I have a reputation about loosing men on duty- She laughed –Don’t put that face! No one has been killed, yet-

Before he could answer a radio crackled from beneath the disorder.

            “Code 10-71,all units report to 52nd and Central…”

            -Great! Time to show your skills Johnny! –

He saw her pull a big Glock 21S from a drawer, grab a long black coat and run to the door while placing the gun into her belt.

            -Good thing you’re still wet! Let’s go! –

Forgetting everything about being called ‘Johnny’, he followed suit convinced that indeed things were going awfully fast for a first day.

11:41PM - Photo Time!

Now is time for phots, the camera finally has batteries so here are the first pics of the muffins:


In order, they're Sakura, Tomoyo and Chombito!



Lucy and her pups, on my bed ^_^ and again:



Now don't be scared, this is the father of the pups, eh?



And last but not least, a message from my cat Vanilla saying (or yawning):




GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND LET ME SLEEP!!


From the Bug Hole.

1:05AM

11:08PM - One lil' two lil' three little muffins.

They were only three, three pups and nothing else came out of the oven by midnight and both Lucy and I were a bit tired but still I kept an eye on her and the pups for the rest of the night, that means that slept next to nothing and that I'm on that kind of state when you're falling asleep but can't really get to do it due the tired you are, perhaps later I will have a good sleep -blinks-
The theory about why there were only three pups comes from the very fact that lead to their conception, when she's in heat I'm very careful about her walks out as never leave her alone and always keeping an eye on any wandering male dog around, that's because I don't believe in neutering as I feel it kinda hard on the pets, would you like to have your 'items' removed from you? and after all it's been six years and nothing had happened with her or the other girls.
But this last cycle when I was sure that it was over I let her out to the front yard to enjoy the freshness of the night but a couple of nights the half-blind dog Chief is watching for was already inside as every night ( he stays out during the day) and presumably he's the father of the pups, as I see it after her cycle Lucy still had three eggs lost somewhere in there LOL, but they're cute and good looking so I bet they will find a home very quickly.
I'd like to have photos to show already but my camera needs batteries and good light to function so tomorrow I'll have some for you, the muffins have grow quite a bit since yesterday!


From the Bug Hole.

5:07PM - Muffins.

At 4pm today, Lucy's first born puppy was born without notice right over my bed -ack- and as I write they're okay and waiting for the next muffin to come out of the oven -taps-, will be updating through the rest of the day as the pups come out and so far Sakura is the lively image of her mom.
Last night we had quite a storm so I didn't used the PC to avoid any possible blackouts, obviously since I didn't used it nothing happened but you can bet if I'd did it then we would had a blackout for sure, the rain lasted at least ten hours and never diminished its strength and at the entrance of the lil' town before us it was a good 3 feet of water at least, good thing we stood home all day.
And in a more useless stuff at the World Cup Mexico's National team lost before Portugal barely making it to the next round thus confirming the prediction I isued last month: 1 win, 1 tie and 1 loss, hould I become a fortune teller? Cause it's very likely that the team will be here next week since there's no way they can beat Argentina the way they're playing now -ugh-, all this despite that i can't see a game more than 10 minutes straight.

From the Bug Hole.


Update: At 5:17 pm the next muffin was born, a male I think to name Ataru...LOL nah man, just kidin' !!
               7:17pm and the third muffin is out, looks like a mini racoon the lil' fluf ball...