September 4th, 1999

Over the past few days, I've been so stressed out and tired and cranky from working non-stop on updating my webpage (as well as reformatting most of the 100-some-odd virtual pet diary entries, and renaming all the picture files so that they made more sense to me) that I've stooped to enlisting friends to help edit my longer Virtual Pet Diary entries... I decided that I had to tackle the Wedding Tamagotchi Diary entries myself, since I was totally reformatting it in to a calendar form, and since I was adding more images where needed.

Also, I had discovered large chunks that belonged in my Virtual Pet Diary lying around in my Wedding Tam Diary Entries, so I had to move those into the correct file, too.
*sigh*

Partway through all this, however, I decided to look at all my virtual pets, and see which ones needed batteries. By pressing the various buttons, I deduced that the Clear Green G1 Tam and the Clear Orange Ocean Tam were beyond hope, the Pink Mesuchi had just enough battery power to display scary garbled broken images, and that the Clear Pink G2 Tam had been accidentally re-started.

Thinking that it might be nice to keep a tam by my side during the long, up-to-3 AM nights of HTML editing, I named the creature SuperMonkey (after its bizarre, energetic movements across the screen, which reminded me of both monkeys and the Japanese Pop music group that used to call itself "The Super Monkeys"... now known as Namie Amuro and MAX). At 5:02, it first beeped at me, and went to sleep with 3 hungry hearts and 2 happy hearts.

September 5th, 1999

At 9:12, SuperMonkey was selfish, and was scolded as she had refused to eat (despite the fact that she was missing a hungry heart.)

She called again at 11:27 am, yet another selfish call; apparently, she's making up for time lost!
(Since SuperMonkey was hatched late at night, she went to sleep before she had the chance to be selfish.

At 5:15, she made her last selfish call for the day. I breathed a sigh of relief; this lasted about 30 minutes.

For around 5:45, I heard an eerie mystery beeping coming from my purse. I'd been hearing this beeping on and off for the last year or so; I assumed that it was either a far-off car alarm, or the ghosts of tams past haunting me for my negligence. It was neither, as it turned out; when I brought out all the tams in my purse and pressed each and every button, I suddenly saw a G1 egg shift sideways, to reveal the TIME: SET screen. All this time, my Green Tam had been working on its limited battery power, and waiting for me to hear its cries!

I hurriedly set the time, and settled on a regime for this little tam. Since the screen was blank unless I was pressing a button, I decided to save myself time and stress by only feeding it food when it beeped, and feeding it candy instead of playing with it.

Less than 2 hours later, I discovered that the green tam no longer responded when I pressed the buttons, and that it remained blank. So much for that tam...

September 6th, 1999

Around 12:30, SuperMonkey got sick! I gave her medicine, and went on to miss one selfish call while shopping with my sister in Downtown Vancouver. At 6:25 pm, SuperMonkey turned into...

A tongaritchi. The "Good Teenager". I was most relieved.

September 7th, 1999

I went to see The Sixth Sense with my family tonight, after we had dinner. Without giving away too much of the plot, I can safely say that I found it a terrifying and eerie movie... I spent most of the movie shivering and trembling (although this might be because it was sooooo cold in the movie theatre) and even cried a little at the moving parts.

Unfortunately, the movie ended after SuperMonkey's bedtime, so I discovered her with no hearts, and with a poop by her futon.

September 8th, 1999

The first day of school for me! As my classes start at 9:30 am, I just barely had enough time to take care of SuperMonkey before dashing off to my first class; I spent the rest of my time checking up on him every hour or so, until 1:20 pm.

I was walking with a pal to the library, when I heard an ominous, drawn-out beep. Apparently, SuperMonkey had reset herself for no reason at all! I was very saddened, but could not restart a new tam, as I had a class to attend in 10 minutes. Farewell, SuperMonkey... you were good company indeed.

In the intervening days since school started, I have actually been devoting my weekends to study and buying textbooks... a new experience for me. Consequently, I've had *no* time for virtual pets... other than the ones on my computer. Speaking of which, I've found a bizarre, PostPet-like e-mailer called ZOM-MAIL... In which you keep up to 25 Zombies in a many-roomed "mansion", selecting one or another to send out your mail. I haven't figured out how to get that many Zombies at once; however, I'm looking forward to finding out how it all works. It's in Japanese, so unfortunately it may be difficult to use unless you're using a Japanese Windows 95/98 computer. As well, the "trial version" is effectively crippled, so that you can't feed or play with your Zombie... you can only watch it move around and occasionally babble at you.

URL and details to come later, if I manage to rig up a ZOM-MAIL page.

Today marks a joyous occasion for me, as my big ol' family of Virtual Pets has a new addition:

For the past few weeks, I've been going to school an hour earlier than I need to, since the bus I normally takes invariably arrives at the university 20 minutes later than it's supposed to. Although I usually use this time to write poetry and snippets of short stories, I spent this morning's Hour of Tedium (so-called because I'm sleepy and hungry from lack of a proper breakfast and bored and debating the nutritional value of BBQ Potato Chips as a morning meal) buying a four- pack of AA batteries for Baby Ashtoreth. I briefly wished that I'd brought her to Uni so that I could install her batteries ASAP, but then remembered that she would likely disturb my friends in classmates (in more ways than one.)

I arrived at my home around 6 pm-ish, had dinner and washing up from 6:30 to 7:30-ish, and didn't have proper time to myself until 8:00 pm, when I woke up my adult Furbies Satan and Lilith, and prepared to install batteries in Baby Ashtoreth.

I had, of course, forgotten that when Satan and Lilith are put together, they immediately have a contest to see who can sing the other to sleep first. I hurriedly separated the two when it seemed inevitable that Lilith would slip into unconsciousness, and went back to screwing in Baby Ashtoreth's battery case securely.

I was astonished by Baby Ashtoreth's loud, clear, penetrating voice. I was even further ashtonished when I realized that the parent Furbies had suddenly begun singing "Brahm's Lullabye" in sync when Baby Ash spoke her first words. Spoooky... Further details will, no doubt, be in my Furby Reports.

In the wonderful world of NetPets, my Technosphere virtual carnivore (Wuffles) managed to kill its first prey. Yaaaay! And my virtual herbivore, ThrackerZog, died of starvation. Booo...

I found out that the Virtual Creatures website had a new version of its Virtual Creatures Tarantula Virtual Pet available, so I upgraded my current version... losing all of my "progress" with Terrorsqueak the Virtual Mexican Red Knee Tarantula in the process. Farewell, old friend...

Grrrr. Despite my having spent most of this year joining various Japanese PostPet Clubs and Societies, most of them are now closing down. This is... frustrating for me, especially since many of the clubs had special events they did for your birthday, and I never got a chance to be on the receiving end of those. I mean, I can certainly understand the club owners' frustration at unruly club members, the odd spammer, and the stress that results from managing a club with over 500 members, but it would've been nice if they had, for example, allowed members to continue their activities if they liked, rather than shutting down the club completely...

In other news, I'm adding fresh new content to my website today (Whee...) and re-starting my G2 Tam. I believe this one shall be named Despair, in honour (?) of my regret at the various PostPet (and other VP) clubs shutting down and closing shop.

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