Month: December 2005

Pet Store

December 30, 2005

(The following took place on December 1, 2005.)

I walk on by this cute little Gaithersburg pet store, and what should I see on the door but an orange cardboard sign reading “Children under 16 MUST be accompanied by an adult at all times. Thank you.” So, naturally, I expect an explanation for this, what with my mental ageism detectors going off and all.

I go right into the store and wait a bit until the employees, or at least ones I could readily identify as employees, were no longer busy with customers. Got to be polite, you know. It’s rule number one. I looked at the cute puppies for a little while until the employees were behind the counter, not with a customer, and not on the phone. Good. What with waiting for them to be available (and getting my own cell phone call while waiting, so I had to leave the store to worry with that), I began to worry I’d back down. After all, I’ve never had much of a confrontational nature. Nope. I was determined now. Or, well, not so much determined. Just set on it for the moment.
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Make It Chewable!

December 29, 2005

I hereby decree….

All vitamins and medicines must be chewable!

Well, not only chewable but tasty as well. I mean, technically vitamin B12 and One-a-Day pills can be chewed but they taste like shit. Chewing may become necessary if you’re like me and can’t swallow a pill that’s so fucking big. Boy, was I pleased to find Centrum makes yummy orange flavored chewable vitamins. They make children’s vitamins chewable and delicious! They can do it for all of them. And, damn it, they should!

Same goes for medicines. All medicines that it is humanly possible to do so for should have chewable versions. Keep the swallowing pill kinds for those who want it, but I want chewables! Yummy chewables that don’t taste like some sour or bitter shit. Stomach medicines are usually quite good about it. Good for them. Cold medicines? They need to be chewable. I mean, what fucking good is a big-ass pill going to be when one of the main symptoms of having a cold is throat and tonsil inflammation which, you guessed it!, makes swallowing especially difficult?! Grrr.

And syrupy or hot-liquid type medicines aren’t good either! Some are good (orange Triaminic, for one!), but they suck too. Alka-Seltzer is kind of a grey area. But, yeah, chewables all the way, dammit!

And This is Sure, Why Not?

Meh.

I’d say it’s pretty well summed up back on the main page. I’ll be posting stuff on here from time to time. Stuff I’ll try my hardest to keep relatively interesting. Aside from these first two posts, of course, which I know suck major ass. Introductory crap. What do you want?

And I called it Sure, Why Not? because that’s about my most commonly said phrase. Just ask my little cousin. Hehehe. Although, these days, it probably takes a back seat to how often I say “meh”.

Now that this crap is out of the way…. stay tuned for what other crap I’ll write up to post here!

This is Eight Mine Fortress

December 28, 2005

Welcome. This is Eight Mine Fortress. I’m Katrina. You may remember me as having created such websites as Tomato World and Science Village, and I wrote every single thing on this happy little website. I like it. Serves as a nice depository for my old written gems, my new ones, and whatever the hell else I stick on here. Look around. You’ll figure it out.

Anyway, you’re probably wondering how I came up with such a name. Eight Mine Fortress. Just what is that? Well, much of what gets churned out and posted on this site took lots of thinking. When I think, I like to play a game, and that game is almost invariably Minesweeper. I play it not so much for best times, although I do sometimes. I play for the numbers. I play for the more elusive numbers trapped in squares surrounded by lots of mines. Sevens are fascinating in and of themselves. Always a treat to open one of them, particular in Expert (as opposed to the same-dimensioned but higher mine density custom fields I play). Yet the Seven always pales in comparison to the wondrous joy that is opening an Eight.

Elusive Eight. Trapped on all sides by mines, touches no other number. That’s what I play for, and that’s what I think for. Whether the pleasant occasion of seeing Eight or the light bulb in my head when I get a damn good idea, it is rare and great.

Although, perhaps a better answer in regards to why this site is named Eight Mine Fortress is because, well, I just felt like it!

Oh, did I mention that my nickname for an Eight in Minesweeper is a Fortress? Well, it is.