Eyes on Final Fantasy Forums - Blogs - fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/blog.php/9192-fire_of_avalon The Eyes on Final Fantasy Forums are the premier place for Final Fantasy fans to meet and discuss this classic video game series. Join our community today. en Sun, 10 May 2026 02:19:17 GMT vBulletin 60 http://home.eyesonff.com/images/images_neoclassic/misc/rss.jpg Eyes on Final Fantasy Forums - Blogs - fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/blog.php/9192-fire_of_avalon Sup http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/5738-Sup Sat, 25 Oct 2014 19:37:51 GMT So not long ago I used to be an internet person and did internet person things (internet person:hoodrat::internet person things:hoodrat things imho) but then I didn't have time for that anymore because children.

See children are my life now. Not children of mine, mind you, my sister's children. So instead of being an internet person I basically am a slave. I am a slave with teeny, tiny masters who laugh at my misfortunes, who fly off the handle and meltdown based on the fact they have trouble expressing what they would have me do. I cook for them. I clean for them. I clean their parts for them. I sustain grievous injuries from battles with outsize pumpkins so they can gaze upon crudely carved visages of nightmare monsters and subsequently burst into tears and order me to remove the twenty pound orange gourds from sight (but later demand they be returned and when they are, the masters embrace the monsters like old friends.)

But sometimes the masters give you an approving smile, or comment on the "yummy supper" you've prepared for them (which is really just frozen fish with ketchup) or will even twist their tiny, sticky hands in your hair and pull you towards them for a hug. And it is good. The rewards you reap for the lives you've left behind are not always proportional to their cost, they are not always obvious or easy to obtain, but they can be found.

But if you would ever like to send me on a solo, all expenses paid vacation for, let's say, two weeks, to a place free from Legos in my feet and eggs in my hair, I'd take it. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/5738-Sup I have two youtube windows open http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/1644-I-have-two-youtube-windows-open Sun, 15 Dec 2013 06:30:14 GMT One is a Classic Sesame Street Playlist.

The other is GTAV: The Best of Trevor Phillips.

Whatchoo know 'bout me? ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/1644-I-have-two-youtube-windows-open The internet is getting to know me. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/1065-The-internet-is-getting-to-know-me Sat, 17 Nov 2012 05:48:52 GMT Earlier this evening, when DMKA posted a link to some scary anti-drug Snakeman PSA I saw a link to a 1980's RoboCop fried chicken commercial from Korea.

Of course I had to watch that shit. Are you kidding me? I love RoboCop.

So I watched it, to my great satisfaction, and glanced over at the related videos list. In the sidebar, the second video was a live version of Prize Fighter Inferno's (a Coheed & Cambria side-project, yeah I know, doofy name) "Elm Street Lover Boy."

I was kinda freaked out, because youtube is starting to understand me. Eventually SkyNet is going to send a Gary Oldman cyborg to finish me... but he hasn't shown up in random unrelated videos yet. So I have some more time.

And for those interested... yo, I'm gonna eat.
]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/1065-The-internet-is-getting-to-know-me The Return of Crazyass Dreams featuring Jiro Dakoda http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/943-The-Return-of-Crazyass-Dreams-featuring-Jiro-Dakoda Sat, 08 Sep 2012 01:59:27 GMT Last night I had a crazy dream where I totally inceptioned my way to defeating the laws of physics. Jiro was having some kind of EoFF meeting at his house, which happened to be nestled in the mountains of North Carolina Australia, where I also lived. So nine EoFFers, none of whom I can... Last night I had a crazy dream where I totally inceptioned my way to defeating the laws of physics.

Jiro was having some kind of EoFF meeting at his house, which happened to be nestled in the mountains of North Carolina Australia, where I also lived. So nine EoFFers, none of whom I can remember besides shion, piled in his mom's Jeep and went to his house. We were talking about something and everyone started to go to sleep, so I decided it was adventure time.

There was this huuuuge river down below Jiro's house so I walked alongside it for a while when I came to this place with a bunch of large boulders. I clambered on top of one and it began to float downstream. I enjoyed the ride and looked at everything. Then I decided it was getting late so then the boulder changed direction and started floating back up the river against the current.

I had a magic rock.

So then I walked back to Jiro's house and he made us some macaroni and cheese.

The end. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/943-The-Return-of-Crazyass-Dreams-featuring-Jiro-Dakoda <![CDATA[I can't sleep.]]> http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/937-I-can-t-sleep Wed, 05 Sep 2012 04:08:10 GMT I'm not a Nervous Nellie, by and large. There are some things I don't like doing because they make me uncomfortable or I simply have a distaste for them, but I don't ever really have much anxiety. It's more like knowing you have to wash the dishes but being a grumpface about it.

That being said, I'm kind of nervous tonight. I started a new job recently with the major hospital and health system in the area. The clinic I'm working in is called a Delta clinic, meaning it's kind of experimental and will be the first of it's kind. It will also be a proving ground for new technologies, clinical and administrative policies and anything else they decide to throw at us.

Don't worry, I won't be serving as a clinician in this facility, I'm an administrative specialist and I've learned a buttload (that's a medical term, I believe) of new systems and information to ensure patient access to the facility runs smoothly. I'm not nervous about new patients coming on board when we open on September 10th.

I'm nervous because tomorrow is our big, huge ceremonial press conference/ribbon cutting/open house/rafflegiveawaycakewalkdunktankkissingbooth whatever. Being exposed to media outlets doesn't scare me - I learned enough about how they work to stay completely off their radar. Basically if I don't want to be on camera I look at the floor and mumble a lot. Unless you're in a really knowledgeable position, most people will leave you alone when they find out how useless you're being.

I am really afraid of reflecting poorly on my bosses and the other staff members. This is my first time doing a job like this and although I've been working my butt off for the last three weeks I have no experience with real live people in this setting. If one of the directors or managers of the project asks me a question I want to be able to respond with confidence. The gulf between what I know how to do and what I have no idea how to do is still far too large for my comfort level and I don't like to be fake about it.

But you can't really pull the look at the floor and mumble trick on your bosses bosses boss and expect to get away with it. So I'll have to look them in the eye and if they ask me a question I'm not sure about, tell them I don't know and try to find out as quick as I can.

I also really hope no one asks me again what I like to do for fun. When you say "Nothing," "I don't know," "Watch movies," or "I don't have fun," people tend to think you're a weirdo. And I am, but people don't need to know that. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/937-I-can-t-sleep Here is a picture of Tom Hardy giving Gary Oldman a hug. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/913-Here-is-a-picture-of-Tom-Hardy-giving-Gary-Oldman-a-hug Sat, 11 Aug 2012 03:51:03 GMT

I haven't told you guys any crazy ass dreams in five months! ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/913-Here-is-a-picture-of-Tom-Hardy-giving-Gary-Oldman-a-hug Here is a dream I had that I made sharky and mike listen to. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/771-Here-is-a-dream-I-had-that-I-made-sharky-and-mike-listen-to Sun, 25 Mar 2012 04:39:16 GMT want to hear a crazy ass dream I had [00:13:24] Sharky> sure [00:13:43] foa> I forget how it started but it had something to do with my grandma's house which I've been dreaming of quite a bit lately [00:13:55] foa> but I forget that part [00:14:03] foa> and somehow I ended up...]]> [00:12:01] foa> want to hear a crazy ass dream I had
[00:13:24] Sharky> sure
[00:13:43] foa> I forget how it started but it had something to do with my grandma's house which I've been dreaming of quite a bit lately
[00:13:55] foa> but I forget that part
[00:14:03] foa> and somehow I ended up with this huge group of people
[00:14:16] foa> in an olympic sized swimming pool that had been drained
[00:14:35] foa> so we're all standing in there because it was a time machine
[00:14:43] foa> so we're going back to like renaissance time and I'm dressed like a princess
[00:15:00] foa> o the time machine starts to do it's time machine thing
[00:15:21] foa> and we're "back in time" only we're still in a swimming pool
[00:15:35] foa> and there are smurfING ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE
[00:16:26] foa> so people are losing their tit trying to escape
[00:16:32] foa> first you have to climb out of the pool
[00:16:46] foa> and then knock some zombies out of your way and bust out of these huge glass windows
[00:17:07] Sharky> you sound a bit stressed
[00:17:34] foa> so I bash some zombies, crawl over some people
[00:17:38] foa> and dive out a window
[00:17:43] foa> still dressed like a princess, mind you
[00:18:25] Sharky> well I hope you remained demure and composed
[00:18:32] Sharky> after all, you're princess
[00:18:49] foa> some people from twd were there
[00:18:52] foa> Lori was, definitely
[00:18:58] foa> because I remember thinkign "OH GREAT"
[00:19:19] foa> so I'm on top of this huge hill
[00:19:30] foa> which is actually like a giant sized version of my grandma's driveway
[00:19:38] foa> and I finally look around and decide to play dead
[00:19:41] foa> so I fall in a heap
[00:20:53] foa> so I wait until nightfall
[00:21:06] foa> and then I walk down the mountain and into the bottom in front of where my aunt lives
[00:21:16] foa> and there I meet Chad Kroeger and Yen Sid
[00:21:20] Sharky> laying in some dead bodies?
[00:21:55] foa> no, the zombies went back to the swimming pool/time machine
[00:22:50] Sharky> so the zombies are a localized phenomenon?
[00:23:00] foa> i dunno
[00:23:20] foa> so anyway Chad Kroeger turns into some awesome guy that was no longer Chad Kroeger
[00:23:31] foa> and Yen Sid reveals the both of us have the ability to conjure fire
[00:24:10] foa> and I
[00:24:15] foa> still dressed like a princess
[00:24:29] foa> am like "smurf YEAH COME AT ME ZOMBRO"

Here is what my princess outfit looked sort of like:

]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/771-Here-is-a-dream-I-had-that-I-made-sharky-and-mike-listen-to More crazy ass dreams http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/685-More-crazy-ass-dreams Sat, 28 Jan 2012 16:39:50 GMT One of these features a cameo from Jiro. There were three dreams I remembered throughout the night but I can only remember the details of two. The first one was a nightmare and actually kept recurring. A man was dismembering this woman alive. He started off small with hands and parts of her... One of these features a cameo from Jiro.

There were three dreams I remembered throughout the night but I can only remember the details of two. The first one was a nightmare and actually kept recurring. A man was dismembering this woman alive. He started off small with hands and parts of her arm, but I remember him somehow removing the right half of her torso while she ways lying prostrate. He left her spine intact and her ribs too, so I remember her skin and muscles sliding off to the right.

I woke up then and flipped out and tossed and turned some, then launched into the second dream I can't really remember. I know it was really dark and there were a lot of people in suits. I was one of them. We were walking through the rooms in this big house and one of them I walked into featured, you guessed it, the slice and dice couple. This time the woman's left half was in pieces, but she still had everything except maybe her foot from the waist down. She turned her head and stared at me. So did the dude dismembering her. And they kept staring as I walked through the room and out the door on the otherside.

The two most fucked up things about this dream are 1) she never made a sound the whole time and 2) looked a lot like the comedienne Luenell.

Yeah. Interpret that shit.

The third dream I remember fairly well "I" woke up in a dark, stone cell. I got up and poked around until I found a window. Somehow I knew I was way up high, even though when I looked out the window all I could see was a stone wall and an enormous, rapid manmade river flowing through a stone channel about a foot below my window.

So I hopped in and hit a bunch of rocks but ended up on the roof of the prison or whatever. Then I started having memories. I was at a high school play with ballerinas because I was working on an article...

You see, I was Jiro.

So I jump off the roof of the prison and run to this house. I realize I'm in Texas and I'm an exchange student living with Mitt Romney's family. And Mitt Romney wants to turn me back in (I still have no idea what I'd done) but his wife didn't.

Then I woke up.

The end. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/685-More-crazy-ass-dreams Year One http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/672-Year-One Sun, 22 Jan 2012 22:11:20 GMT Today marks one year since my friend Brent died.

His mom found him within the 5 o'clock hour. He'd been crushed under his truck when it rolled back on him.

The passing of a year hasn't done very much in changing the horror of it all. When it crosses my mind all I can think of is how little he deserved to suffer as he did.

Because he suffered until his last breath.

A lot of my friends and family are posting to his facebook memorial page and several of them will be going to a memorial later tonight.

I don't want to do either of those things because my feelings on the matter tend to get mixed up. I don't want to say anything that'd hurt anyone else.

So I decided to share it with you. I guess because this can't really hurt any of you in any lasting way. I guess also because I need to be able to say something about it to somebody.

He was the kindest person I knew. And the most giving. I don't think I'll ever meet anyone as good natured or as willing to do whatever you wanted him to do.

I still miss him. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/672-Year-One Famous on the internet http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/671-Famous-on-the-internet Sat, 21 Jan 2012 06:33:59 GMT I got tumbled. Image: http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxg28ceJwY1qctkcl.jpg Nooooo, hipsters! NOOOOOOOOOOO! I got tumbled.



Nooooo, hipsters! NOOOOOOOOOOO! ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/671-Famous-on-the-internet Four dreams on the theme of ...death? http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/637-Four-dreams-on-the-theme-of-death Sat, 17 Dec 2011 16:26:49 GMT Last night I had one giant clustersmurf dream divided into four different sections. All were death themed, in one way or another.

In the first dream my great grandma, who's been dead for 8 years, said she needed me to take her and my sister to the elementary school to pick up a neighbor kid. But the only way I could take her was by putting her in this sling thinger made of leaves and branches. It was kind of like those double barrel water-carriers you see in movies and stuff.


Thusly.




So I was walking up the mountain, carrying my grandma and my sister over my shoulders in these leaf swings and really just having a hard time of it. When my sister decided she'd rather walk. So it flipped my grandma out of her seat and I had to carry her piggyback.

So we finally make it to the elementary school when the second "part" of the dream begins. The adorable little girl I'm meant to be picking up and taking home is actually being guarded in a room by a horde of zombies. Blue zombies.

Fast blue zombies.


Not this kind.



So some person there hands me a six shot revolver, and let me tell you how smurfed up the chambers were. It was like Picasso designed the chamber while he was completely smurfing wasted.

I don't know how you'd ever speed load that thing.

Eventually I managed to get all the bullets (laying loose on the table in some room) in there, took aim at a zombie and fired.... only not really. Gun just clicked. Apparently, even though I put all six shells in there, I still had to do a blank fire to get the cylinder aligned correctly.


Which makes a lot of sense when
you think about how messed up the chambering would have to be.


This resulted in me being devoured by the horde, because obviously they heard the empty click.

Thankfully I respawned and got to try the whole thing over again. This time I remembered the smurfed up cylinder and the first shot. And then I was taking headshots like I was born to do it.

One zombie in particular wouldn't go down no matter how many times I shot her. She was also a particularly brighter shade of blue. After we rescued our young charge, I found out she was some kind of human decoy and I had magic smurfing bullets that wouldn't kill people? I guess that's how my conscience prevents me from being a cold blooded killer in my dreams. Blue dead guys, SKULLTACULAR EXPLOSIONS. Blue normies, a red splat appears!

Also, no, my dead grandma did not assist me in zombie murder. I don't know where she went.

After that, I complained to my friend Liz about how I hadn't seen my boyfriend in three weeks and how I thought he was cheating on me.

Please note that I haven't spoken to the particular boyfriend about whom I was referring in three or so years. At this point I started to maybe question the nature of these events and thought I might've been dreaming. Instead of pursing this line of thought, I went shopping to buy his new girlfriend pajamas.

While I was pajama shopping I stumbled into this cheap but AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL carnival meant for kids only. I mean there was a roller coaster made of pink light! And spinny things, and neon lights that would make the Vegas strip look like downtown Mayberry.


Like this, but PINK LIGHT ROLLER COASTER




For a moment, my breath was taken away and I felt small, child-like and full of wonder.

And then the little girl I'd rescued from the zombies flew off of the pink light roller coaster and smashed into the side of a mountain right before my eyes into an explosion of sparkles and light.

The End. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/637-Four-dreams-on-the-theme-of-death In real life I am a ragey little bitch. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/629-In-real-life-I-am-a-ragey-little-bitch Thu, 08 Dec 2011 06:41:12 GMT And I could make you hate me so much. So so so much.

If life were fair, I'd just stay drunk all the time. But I have to be sober so I can... do... uh... something.

Right now I am totally listening to the Marshall Tucker Band and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

I think a lot of my anger stems from the fact that at one point in time I was borderline talented at something. And then that went all to shit so now I use my brain for bitterness when I'm not killing it with legal drugs.

Fuck all of your mothers. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/629-In-real-life-I-am-a-ragey-little-bitch Challenge: Accepted. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/627-Challenge-Accepted Thu, 01 Dec 2011 22:15:04 GMT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZ5JUwY65NY The original.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/37959347/The...ie%20Thumb.mp3 Foa-tized.

You're welcome. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/627-Challenge-Accepted The Ballad of Owie Thumb. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/626-The-Ballad-of-Owie-Thumb Wed, 30 Nov 2011 02:53:37 GMT If you've paid attention to anything I've ever posted ever, you've realized a couple of things about me. The first is that I often speak in absolutes.

The second is that I'm really clumsy. I didn't really comprehend this aspect of myself until I was older - I guess I felt my scrapes and bruises and bumping into walls and falling down a lot were normal.

I'd like to tell you I grew out of it, but I'd be lying. Right now I have a scratch on my right arm, a bruise of unknown origin on my left calf, and owie thumb.

This is owie thumb:





Last night I got home (late, as usual) and was juggling.... my purse. And that's it. Let the door fall back (hurray gravity!) but somehow, and I don't even fucking know how, my thumb got caught on the closing door... and got proper smashed.

I mean you can tell, right?

I immediately said FUCK so loud a bird flew out of the woods behind the house across the valley. In the pitch black darkness.

I then screamed other obscenities.

Still hurts. A lot. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/626-The-Ballad-of-Owie-Thumb How I learn things about myself. http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/617-How-I-learn-things-about-myself Sat, 05 Nov 2011 23:54:35 GMT I figured out the best way to tell if I have a bad day is to think of how often I pee at work.

Yesterday I worked from 8:30am to about 9pm. And I didn't pee one time the entire day. When I got home, it was like a freaking monsoon.

Today I peed while I was at work.

So today was a better day than yesterday.

Yay. ]]> fire_of_avalon http://home.eyesonff.com/entry.php/617-How-I-learn-things-about-myself