This: http://community.livejournal.com/playthedamncard/1647589.html?thread=32501477#t32501477

It jsut made my day.

That last line?
EXCELLENT.

I love these people.

And KaibaXL slash was born...

Also, from MOG:


Addictive content in my personality is 81%

Beware!!! people easily get addicted to me

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I'm not too surprised because he's a freaking pervert, Tracer.

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But apparently I'm just as bad. *sigh*

Also, my period showed up this morning. YAY I'M BLEEDING!

Listening to: the Birthday massacre--looking glass tags: dn-ygo crossover, i'm rated poorly, kaiba is kira

This took longer than expected. I visted my grandparents on Friday under the pretense of going over to help my cancer-ridden grandmother with her work, and also conveniently keep her from coming down and holding my hand through the college app process. (er...) Deflecting serious threats with mock-indignant threats back about going over and doing yardwork for the people who helped raise me in my formative diaper-clad years, seems to work well.

I ended up doing only a little work. Three projects. Two bouts of weeding, and re-grouting the edges of the pool with my dad. (I kept crossing my fingers that I wouldn't get my period that day. I've been feeling funny and hormonal for about a week, but nothing's happening. Hm. It's fortunate it didn't anyway, because of my aversion to tampons...)

The thing didn't end well, though. My grandparents feel pretty strongly about my academic dismissal from FIU, after all, but I can't really seem to figure out what it is they're so upset about. All that there really is for me to do is work hard when I get there. That's about the only way I could comfort them there. Nothing I say seems to make a difference, and they see it as a hard-headed, stubborn and (irony here) "close-minded" kind of reaction and fight, rather than an attempt to defend my "honor" or whatnot.

My dad let slip on the way back that my Grandmother told him that the next thing she expects to find out is that I'm a lesbian.

THAT got me. It shouldn't have, but it did. I've heard that from so many people, and each time, it pissed me off a little, but I really didn't expect it from her. It was the tone mostly, as though the only other failure they expect from me is for me to turn out to be a "pervert and a deviant."

Years of playing and delving deep into what homosexuality and sexual identity is, hasn't changed that part of me. I'm still straight. But the fact I keep cockroaches, and use power tools, and dress in camo pants, over-grown t-shirts, and ties, seems to tell my grandmother that I'm yearning for a stereotype, and yearning to "shame" them just because I'm being what I am, and I won't accept the idea of changing to a nursing major just to make more money.

I told my mother. My mother started dropping hints about wearing different sorts of clothes around them next time I visit, or dating, or wearing makeup. Once she segued off into types of colors (which she usually does--daughter of an artist and all) I wandered off, smoldering a little.

For the first time in my life, I find myself capable of sticking with things, and getting projects done. I'm becoming handy, and I'm reading non-fiction as well as fiction. I'm building something, and just because I'm not dating fast enough, or flashing my figure, I'm getting flak again.

I share more interests with my grandparents than almost anyone my age could possibly do. But that's not good enough, because it's not "normal."

I can't please them, so I'll have to distract them again by getting a good set of grades. Maybe then, they'll go back to lamenting my cousin Mark, and his mohawk and burning desire to get a christian tattoo, and they'll forget all about their wacky, lawn-mowing granddaughter who wants to grade papers for a living.

But I shouldn't be abused like that for this--not when I'm making progress for the first time. And...I should be able to stop thinking for once in my life. If I think too hard, I'll start wondering just how many people my very social, very normal grandmother, has slandered me to in the name of her suspicions, and her definitions of what constitues failure.

...Anyway, before that, I had good news. My brother might not be autistic, they're starting to think. There's a possibility he's just OCD. They're looking into it, but it's a great improvement on the possible schizophrenic note of before.

Also, the community college has provisionally accepted me while I send them transcripts and arange for my proof of residency. More good news. Apparently my dear, beauracratic former university was what was holding it all up. One last note of irony, there.

And finally, the six-hours-of-work-a-day regime of my father's isn't so bad at all. I'm surprised I've been doing as well as I have been. And I even feel a lot better from being outside and working witht eh grass and the garden and the compost. I transplanted the triplet african violets today. If they all survive, I'll need to give them names. Even Pinky and the Brain seem to have perked up, and Yessy's growing another tomato-plant in the window.

I may not have my grandmother's green thumb, but I'm making that yard look pretty good. If she doesn't like what I've done in academia so far, then at least, I'll give myself a work ethic that would please my farmer-grandmother.

I've even gotten extra time on the weekends.
It's pretty cool, and I can do something that my family appreciates...as long as I avoid working with my process-oriented mother at least. She can't exactly take apart my yard-work and tell me I didn't do it right, that is. She's long since given up on trying to edit my cooking, too. I've been scouring her vegetarian cookbooks for gluten-cassien-free soup recepies for Jon. I made pea soup last week, and it was great, and my dad's always pretty glad to have the food back home.

They're re-wiring his classroom back at the school. It makes him nervous. He always gets things done early after all, and the thought that he might not have class-improvements at the start of the schoolyear makes him all kinds of unhappy. Seing that his kids are doing well is about the best cheer-up you can give him when he's like that.

Yessy's been in and out of the house quite alot because Madison's back. She's pronouncing occasional spanish words witha weird icelandic accent now, too. (The perils of having a columbian-Icelandic girl for your best friend...) It's driving my mother crazy, but it makes me laugh. Yessy's doing it mostly just to set her off. I gave her Tsubasa reservior Chronicle #21 as an early birthday present, just for that.

Roast has been out, too. Apparently Taylor's grounded for the whole rest of the summer, so he's hanging out with Age.
(...What kind of parent grounds their incredibly social son-with-leukemia for the whole summer...? I'm not usually nosy about this sort of thing, but I really want to know what he did, now. Especially since my brother disappeared for 31 hours without a phone call, and all he got was a week indoors without electronics, and a project for painting the shed.)

I've also been playing SIMS 3 on babycakes. I've been taking pictures. someday, they'll end up on here with deliciously crack-brained storylines.

And, I got back into roleplaying Tracer. I'd really forgotten jsut how much fun it was to play as a walking sexual harrassment case. KKMRP3's pan-fandom nature makes it hysterical. I've been messing around with MOG's Watanuki's head like nobody's business. (Because he's the spitting image of Tomonori Nakaura as a teenager, with weird eyes and significant increase in flailing--am I right, G.E.E.K. faction?! Tell me, I'm right!)
Also, The Yuuko-sama player? I want to kiss her feet. Having Tracer meet my favorite female character ever(only debatable against Rio Takeuchi of Spiral) is beyond heaven. And they're getting along so fabulously. <3 (Haa~ Tracer's a lot like a male, gay, perverted, non-alchoholic Yuuko with a lot less power and finesse...)
I really need to edit Wrath just for that...

Where U at? work, as always. Attention duelists! My hair is mixed Listening to: Nightwish--Wishmaster tags: bad news, discipline, good news

Before I run off to do my work FAST and get back to take my mother and her cracked fillings and possible root canal to the dentist...


EXUBERANT BIRTHDAY WISHES TO YOU, NYAMI-CHAN!

And I may come by later to sing a you over the phone depending on how boring the dentist's office is. If there's a tasteless romantic-comedy playing, expect to be tortured with my presence.
I'm also still trying to work on that ZigfriedXMalik request of yours. (Errr...)

Other denizens of the blag may look forward to much ranting about my own mythical birthday when I have more time. And also, my brother's trip to the psychiatrist.

The suspense will kill you in the mean time. (Suspense has a DeathNote)

Attention duelists! My hair is busy Listening to: Ravel's String Quartet

There is mild, deliciously ominous thunder revolving around the house right now...
Haa. I love thunderstorms.
Now I want to spread out a blanket, and take a nap looking at the storm clouds. (Where this urge came from, i don't know.)

Character meme snatched from Mushy-sama

Choose five of your OCs:

(All of my OCs are Juvenile Orion angels and demons. Crap. Maybe a FEW spoilers. Mostly Dubbiel.)

1. Dubbiel

2. Nathanael

3. Araiel

4. Kakabel

5. Ragshiel

[4] (Kakabel) overhears [2] (Nathanael) and [5] (Ragshiel talking about him. What are they saying, and how does he react?

Nathanael, being the proud father he is, feels the urge to rant and rave to Ragshiel about how wonderful his firstborn child is. (Again.) Ragshiel, being the family buddy that he is, smiles politely, and says yes, he knows, he just finished running errands for said head-archivist. Nathanael gradually gets into discussions of just how nubile and wonderful Kakabel would be, and isn't Ragshiel sure he doesn't want to have a nice, plucky consort? ragshiel blushes and shakes his head again.
Kakabel is privately amused and doesn't say anything, but remembers it because he remember everything.



What is [1]'s (Dubbiel's) least favorite thing about [3] (Araiel)?

Actually, Dubbiel and Araiel get along jsut fine. Between having an appreciative audience for his impersonations, and private inside-jokes about what a stodge-pot Hadarniel is, those two get along jsut fine. the one thing that annoys Dubbiel is that Araiel isn't the type who'd actually notice or give a leg up on the rank-climbing because he really doesn't think that way. Dubbiel basically thinks he's alright, but fiarly dense and odd for that reason. However, he keeps this to himself, because deep down, he's a manipulative dastard.


[4](Kakabel)x[5](Ragshiel). Who tops?

Kakabel for sure, because he's flirtatious and likes that kind of thing. Ragshiel is mortified and embarassed. Nathanael's delighted, and arranges with Nasargiel to have a bang-up wedding because they're both reasonably high rank.
Kakabel gives Ragshiel angelic STDs.


How would [1] (Dubbiel) react to [4]'s (Kakabel's) taste in music/hobbies/clothing/potential mates/etc.?

Well they work together, so I could tell you EXACTLY how that works. (Technically, as head archivist, Kakabel--though far younger--is Dubbiel's direct superior.)
Dubbiel is intensely musical, and responsible for designing half of the sonorous language used to program Dragoons (menial-labor androids) with new orders.
Kakabel just memorizes notes.
Dubbiel thinks this is pitiful and tells him so.

Kakabel likes to party for fun, and find himself someone to do, while cleverly keeping it under the rug (though everyone knows).
Dubbiel would rather go off on his own, like the mad-scientist he is, and make things BETTER, that is, design whole new devices and labor saving things which run off fruit.
Kakabel thinks he's missing out.
Dubbiel tells him to go find himself a pleasure flight.

Kakabel dresses in normal, black, nephil robes.
Dubbiel secretly hates being forced to wear black, and looks forward to a day when he can wear white again.

Kakabel does anything that moves and he can out-manipulate if they get too serious.
Dubbiel was gang-raped by a bunch of demons, murdered his half-demon unborn child, and therefore reacts really nastily if anyone so much as touches him, but mostly keeps it under wraps by acting as though he thinks making new crap is more important.
He thinks Kakabel's an idiot and will get what he deserves in the end.
Kakabel thinks he's fairly interesting, but probably too much trouble, and he knows all the records, so he knows most of Dubbiel's history.

[2]. [3]. Flat tire on the interstate. Cell phones dead. What happens?
Nathanael limps around and sighs, and tells Araiel if only Nasargiel were here, he'd know exactly what to do.
Araiel glowers at the tire and says it'd be better if Dubbiel were there because he'd somehow turn this whole thing into a working spacecraft and they wouldn't be having this problem anyway.
Nathanael begins humming to himself and waits for someone to help them.
Araiel glowers some more and skewers the tire with his sword.

What would [4] (Kakabel) be most shocked to learn about [2] (Nathanael)?
That Nathanael knows exactly what (and who) he's been doing, but is proud of him anyway because he's such a magnificently cheerful optimist who's proud of his powerful and clever son.


Of all five, who's the most intelligent?
Kakabel has best head knowledge (because he never forgets ANYTHING.)
But Dubbiel is almsot certainly the most viciously clever.


Whose death would upset [5] (Ragshiel) more--[3]'s (Araiel's) or [4]'s (Nathanael's)?
Well this is Ragshiel, so ANYONE'S death upsets him. Let's see...his friend's consort, or the weirdly friendly empath who's buddies with lafayel? Probabaly Nathanael, but seriously, Ragshiel'd be upset regardless.


What is [1]'s (Dubbiel's) ideal Pokemon team?
Dubbiel listens to an explanation of the goal of the game.
He compiles a list of all pokemon (pictures only) and matches them off for maximum effectiveness. he stops to study the gameboy...
Two hours later, the gaming system is GONE, and so is te microwave, and Dubbiel has created a radioactive ping-pong ball catapult.
If pressed, he says it's a waste of time, and that he could beat each and every one of them himself, even WITHOUT his powers.

Who has a better chance of solving a Rubik's Cube: [1](Dubbiel) or [2] (Nathanael)?
Nathanael studies the cube, tries a few things, and gets very puzzled. He spends several weeks carefully becoming a master of the art, and incorporates the fascinating cube designs into his weavings, making for very interesting and unique fashion statements in the eraser fleet.
Dubbiel takes apart the cube, and arranges it to taste, effectively solving the problem from the inside out--The rubiks cube no longer MOVES, and therefore is perpetually solved. He goes off to put his mind to more interesting matters.


[5](Ragshiel) has a camera and two shots left. What does he take pictures of?
Dubbiel explains the principles of photography to him. Ragshiel smiles, and decides to take a picture of everyone who camps out in the arcivist's chambers. Lafayel walks in and knows exactly what a camera is. he doesn't want to be in it. Kakabel grins and orders him to stay while he looks on over some of his sketches. Kakabel makes pleased lewd comments about some of them. Lafayel gets annoyed and shoots ragshiel looks of deepest loathing. He also looms over Dubbiel's work, and tells him he's got his ground support struts wrong again. Dubbiel tells him what he can do to himself, but picks a language he knows nobody knows so he can swear with impunity.
Rayyu frowns and says nothing.
Rayyu moves and blurs himself out of the picture which secretly saddens Ragshiel. Kakabel looks like a myspace photo. Lafayel looks like a repressed serial killer. Dubbiel is making a rude hand gesture, but grinning.

Ragshiel runs off and gets together with his brothers in the gardens, and gets someone to hold the camera so he can be in it.
Lahash is talking to the plants. Oniel's so tall his head's cut out of the picture, and next to his twin, he and Ragshiel look like parodies of the comedy-tragedy masks.
Ragshiel treasures both photos with his life, and shows them to anyone who comes to his quarters.
Dubbiel secretly steals the remains of the camera, and makes a tiny tazer, which he later tests out on Kakabel.



[3](Araiel) treats [2](Nathanael) to a movie. What kind of movie to they see?
Araiel goes off and sees something pulse-racing and full of action, blood, and zombies. he leaves the theatre totally pleased and ranting about how awesome it all was.
Nathanael looks a little green in the face, and tries to make polite comments back, but looks nervous and makes excuses if ever invited again.
Next time, Araiel takes Lafayel instead. (And Lafayel makes intelligent commentary on every failed point of movie physics possible.)


[4](Kakabel) has been drinking a bit... Who is more attractive to him: [2](Nathanael) or [3](Araiel)?
Well considering Nathanael's his FATHER...
Kakabel kind of likes Araiel anyway. (he thinks he's fun to tease.) But Araiel's a weepy drunk, so he leaves him with Lafayel and goes off to find somoene more fun to mess with.
Lafayel thinks he's disgusting and distasteful and drags Araiel off someplace where he can be sucessfully antisocial.


If something happened to one of [5]'s (Ragshiel's) close friends, who would he be more likely to go to for support—[4] (Kakabel) or [1] (Dubbiel)?
Probably neither. Dubbiel's always "busy" and Kakabel would remember everything, plus he's known Kakabel all his life, so it would be a little awkward. Ragshiel consistantly goes to Rayyu when stuff gets bad. Rayyu's EVERYONE'S boss after all, plus he's direct, competant, and doesn't say anything. (Literally.) If you want something done, he's the guy to go to, and Ragshiel IS his aide.


[2]'s (Nathanael's) password for his email account is/would be...
Nasargiel. (His consort.)
Dubbiel breaks in immediately.
Nasargiel rebukes Nathanael for being too obvious.
His next password is "Kakabel"
Dubbiel immediately breaks in again.
Nasargiel hits Nathanael and knocks him off his crutch.
Nathanael likes it.
Kakabel creates a password and puts that in instead, and ignores his parents for a while, teaching Mehiel Japanese kanji.

[5](Ragshiel) is poking around [4]'s (Kakabel's) room. What object catches his attention?
he notices a piece of rather questionable undergarments. ragshiel immediately blushes, but decides it's probably not his business, and it's probably just something Kakabel's studying over.



[1] (Dubbiel) would have a blog dedicated to...
His mechanical genius, pet peeves, and innovations to his wing-designs. Personal notes withut a shred of personal history in other words.



[4](Kakabel) admits that [2](Nathanael) is better at something than he is... What is it?
"No matter how hard I try I can never seem to make this taste the way you do."
His wonderful younger brother pipes up, "That's because you keep trying to get it all exact!"
Nathanael instantly bursts into a cheery talk about the emotions of cooking, and how feeling is involved in it.
Kakabel raises his eyebrows, and notes exactly what herbs Nathanael's putting in during his happy gesturing, and wonders if his father's hobbling around more evenly distrubutes such.
Mehiel knows for sure that Kakabel isn't going to get it. He giggles and feeds mash to his baby brothers, watching Kakabel try to wobble around.



All five read Twilight. What are their opinions on it?
Dubbiel reads a few pages because he's an archivist, so he's semi-literate. He consider's Bella's truck the prime attraction of the piece, and tosses it aside because it needs more pictures.

Nathanael looks at it in confusion and can't read it. He has Kakabel read it to him, and is deeply moved by the entire piece, and considers it wonderful. He's also amazed to find somoene with his powers in it, and wishes HE had the ability to make everyone calm all the time instead of just heightening the emotions of others.

Araiel, like most angels, can't read. He puts it aside and uses it to prop up his shield when he polishes it. Lafayel discovers it, frowns, and rescues the book. He claims it's for vocabulary building, but secretly, he's engrossed in it. Araiel finds out and teases him relentlessly, and bleeds at him pretending to be human and swooning around. (Note: Araiel has organic powers, so he bleeds to attack stuff.) Kakabel later recites segments of the book to him, and Araiel teases Lafayel by telling him he's sparkling. Lafayel takes offense at that, and throws out the book in annoyance, but secretly tries to read the rest when he's on earth.

Kakabel reads and memorizes the book, and treats tables full of angels to recitations, with mimicked voices. He's a great hit. Secretly, he thinks the author wouldn't know a darklore if it came up and bit her in the face, and blatantly ignores the attributes of real vampires.

Ragshiel reads it, and is engrossed. He thinks it's amazing and tries to get the others to read it. Dubbiel snorts and rolls hsi eyes. Kakabel discusses large portions of the book at great length with him until Dubbiel tells them to shut up so he can work. ragshiel attempts to donate his copy to Rayyu. Rayyu just frowns, and shakes his head. it's not his sort of thing.
Ragshiel goes on to read it aloud to his brother Lahash--stumbling occasionally over the words. Lahash gets so excited that the entire garden blooms and becoems bent on learning how to sparkle.

[3] (Araiel) and [1] (Dubbiel) are sitting through a very long lecture... Who dozes off first, and how does the other react?
Depends ont he lecture subject. Assuming it's academic, Araiel dozes almsot immediately. Dubbiel just smirks and notes what a poor student he is, but is getting fascinated in the ideas too much to comment on it. (Plus Araiel outranks him so he's not SUPPOSED to comment on it.)
If it's somethng more practical, Araiel's enthusiastic and alert. Dubbiel doesn't doze. He just doodles in his margins, bored out of his skull because he's an ex-kinetic, and phsyical things come naturally to him.


Now... let your OCs get back to whatever they were doing before you interrupted them for this meme.

Dubbiel goes back to sketching out plans for crop rotation, at Rayyu's urging, and secretly spies for Azrael.

Nathanael goes back to trying to sell ethiopian weavings to people from his stall, and appreciating his consort. (Nasargiel pretends not to notice, but is pleased.)

Araiel's sparring with Lafayel and trying to teach him chayyot-style swordplay. Lafayel is teaching him the sign language of Rayyu between blows.

Kakabel is memorizing whole deskfuls of information at a glance, and humming off-key to piss Dubbiel off. It's working. Dubbiel makes a face at him, and shoots an orange at him with a metal wingtip. Rayyu ignores them both, sketching out final drafts of architectural changes, and handing the stack to Ragshiel with a gestured direction.

Ragshiel flies off and plays errand-boy, and loves his job working with all these smart, and interesting people, benefitting their race by his delivery of these improvements.

(I should do this again with different characters, I think...)

Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: Queen--the prophet's song tags: oc meme of amazing

Dratted Aza-pon-pon...
WHY, my delicious belgian-chocolate lolita-dear, must you torment me by addicting me to trippy alternative music? You're making me fall off my holy cloud of rock-classical aloofness and sauvity!

...Sweet Father of Heavenly Lights, are half of the word I just used even words?

Gaaaaaah...

Meme from Ryou-chan:

Reply to this meme by typing "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you

Bakura
Ahh...my first RP character ever... I still miss playing him sometimes. The main, recurring villain of Yu-Gi-Oh, and a very interesting one at that. Since Yu-Gi-Oh has three "different" canon storylines, since there's the dubbed version which was done in America for seven-year-olds, the subbed japanese version which was NOT for seven year olds, and the manga, which entirely eliminated several arcs altogether. It's still kind of debatable what Bakura actually "Is". One thing people agree on is that superficially he's a parasitic entity living in a british kid's jewelry and possessing him from time to time to do dastardly deeds.
That said, most people divide "Bakura" into three entities:
Ryou Bakura, the fairly sweet and fluffy, and oh-so-unfortuante host to-
</i>Yami Bakura</i> the parasitic entity usually seen coming out of the boy's jewelry and challenging the main characters to card games for the fate of the world, supposedly an ancient egyptian spirit...
Touzoku-ou OR "the king of thieves" who's the ancient egytian tombrobber himself in his proper time slot.
...Then you have Zorc who's the giant snake-penis'd evil force who Bakura claims to BE in the last season, which really confuses me like anything.
When I played RP!Bakura, I was supposedly the second of thes,e but since there's some corssing ont he alst three, I had to come up with something a little different. My version of Bakura is sort of a blend of Zorc AND Touzoku-ou-we'd had a "soul fragment" idea for my other character Yami Mariku, and determined taht pieces of the soul sort of regenerated and became full souls in their own way if they survived? really weird.
Anyway, british, too-snappy and articulate Yami Bakura, under my pen became a hybrid fusion being of the torn-up half-devoured tatters of the now-nameless human known as the king of thieves, mixed with portions of Zorc's own spiritual matter, etc.
So he's basically the perfect minion. His actions in the end would follow Zorc's overall plan, but he'd think at the core of his being, he's quite human, and quite normal, or even demi-god-ish and therefore the perfect antithesis to main-character Atem ("Yami Yugi"), the ancient egyptian pharaoh.
...A bit of a mouthful, eh?
Bakura didn't really reveal much is any of this to anyone before I got kicked off. I still tend to lace fiction I write with him, with that personality, though.
Usually people make him gay as Ryou-chan pointed out. I didn't think him gay so much as very very choosy about the personality and stats of anyone he was interested in. And he's so nasty he'd make a very manipulative, domineering lover. It's hereofre with a bit of relief that I can say that RPJ!Bakura never became involved with anyone. (He DID however have a few tricklings of quiet interest or grudging respect for a few of the other characters, though.)
I still very much like Bakura. He's a fascinating character to get into, and tremendous fun to write because he's so nasty... (But I can't make a decision between him and Mariku--the other YGO character I played. I really enjoyed them both...)


RP
RP is role-play. I do a lot of that. I do RPJ (journals), and I do tabletop RPGs both. For RPGs I usually play as neutral clerics--divine spellcasters, that is. But I've spred out a bit into anything from rogues, to druids, to bards, to monks, and even a cross-class bard-paladin who plays basically like the ultimate sentimental youth leader who wants cheery fireside sing-songs. I usually play humans a bit lacking in charisma, but potent for oddities. I've also played one superhero angel, my own dear Dubbiel--who was snagged from one of my written works and still stands as my oddest character ever.
In RPJs, I played Bakura and Mariku over at YGORP3 for several years. Currently, I have two haitus'd Spiral RPJs for Rio and Eyes, and two active RPJs for Tracer of Juvenile Orion and Katan of Angel sanctuary over at KKMRP.
I really do enjoy that sort of stuff because it's different from actual fanfiction or writing otherwise. You deeply invest in a single character and more or less fly by the seat of your pants through various plots. Fun fun.
I've been considering whether I should take on more RPJ characters, but I'm on so spottily already I honestly don't think I can. *sigh* Not yet at least...


Raven
"How distinctly I remember
It was ink the bleak december!
And each dying ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor!"
er...or...possibly the wrong raven. I'm betting Ryou-chan meant the Teen Titan's character. The goth chick... Hmm...strangely enough, I didn't mind Raven, but my favorite character in TT was Cyborg to be honest. Most of the times he showed up I foudn myself thinking, "Now why can't I meet a guy like that?"
i will admit I had a real surprising soft spot for RavenXCyborg fanfiction, but msot of it was crap. Which goes to show, that sticking the pale, sarcastic, goth chick, with the cybernetic black guy who's into his car and his gadgets made perfect sense in my brain, and that that probably put me in a very special little corner mostly by myself.
I LIKE Raven and all, but she's not my favorite. That tends to come as a surprise to a lot of people. *shrug*

writing
Life itself.
I write between two to six hours each night. It's mostly the way I get to sleep. Otherwise I stay up and can't get my brain to stop whizzing with thoughts. I write loads of fanfiction. It's worse when I'm on breaks. In the past month I've written close to three hundred pages of fiction at last count. My creative journal will get some of it. Some more of it is "backgabble"--stuff I write to keep my characters in voice, and myself in practice. Some are "scarps" which are its of scenes I think I'll work into later, or fragments of story which might stand alone. After that, there are chapters of my "epics"--my ongoing large-scale stories. A very tiny fragment is original stuff, journaling, or poetry, or occasional research notes for more stories still.
The way I moderate a lot of myself is to write to get things off my chest, or to take things apart and make them understandable to my thinking. I write whem I'm upset, or when I'm overwhelmed, or thoughtful, or amused. It's about as natural as breathing. It's my way of understanding my own head, and of understanding others' as well.
Sometimes it's a bit stunting


reading
Probably the second most common fate of my spare time. I read fast, and I read almsot constantly. even last semester, I calculated I read (or re-read) between 14-20 inches of literature a week, not counting my manga, or my re-reading over my own personal writings.
Over the summers I check out stacks of books from the library. My literary diet spans from classic sci-fi, to fantasy, to classics themselves, plus a slew of short-stories, satires, and miscellaneous reference books--mostly on religious subjects or anthropology and such. After that, there's always manga, and textbooks, but I read a LOT of stuff.
An average, 300-something page book takes me just under two hours on average.
The last Harry potter book took me about seven hours on its first reading.
I read clumps of books at a time. Currently I'm working on Ray Bradbury's I sing the body electric, Maya Angelou's poems as well as her book Singin' and Swingin' and gettin' Merry like Christmas, Warner's Phantasmagoria, a book called E=MC2 ("a biography of the world's most famous equation", the diary of Soren Kierkegaard, my illustrated treasury of Oscar Wilde (I'm copying most of his poems into text files), an Anne McCaffery book about cats, St. Augustine's "City of God", A two-part children's book called The astonishing life of Octavian Nothing, some angsty teen book about lesbians, A re-read of Spiral volume seven (My other volumes are being leant to a friend), I'm reading and re-annotating the book of Psalms (In NIV and ESV translations) from the Bible in a search of chiastic structures, I'm referencing One of the D&D side books on Psionics because my DM told me to for one of the campaigns I'm in, and I'm finishing off Vampire hunter D: Pale fallen Angel parts three and four, and a book about Rites and Symbols of Initiation for reference.
There are probably more books even then. Those are the ones I remember off the top of my head.
(So...What do you guys have for summer reading? *sheepish smile*)

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is thoughtful Listening to: Tori Amos--leather tags: meme on words themselves, tori amos

Lina-sama brought back the MS-paint meme... Oh my dear, this is why I love you. (And not just because your Noa makes me so happy in all sorts of meanings of silicon enhancement...<3 And not just becasue you encourage my occasional rerunshipping insanities...) comment, and I'll draw you epic MS-paint art of one of your interests, and you will be trapped, and forever doomed by this rewrite of the actual meme because I'm trying to get things done fast while I'm at work. THERE IS NO ESCAPE. THIS IS HOW ICONS GET STARTED. Also, KS-SAMA, HOW DID I MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY?! HAPPY EXASPERATINGLY LATE BIRTHDAY FROM THE BIRDS! Happy Birthday kasumi_soraAnd also... the same message about exasperating lateness to MOG. Happy Birthday x_mogG.E.E.K. FACTION HAIL! Snagged from Semi-san: 1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No'. 2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks.
( onwards... )

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is busy Listening to: Spiral opening theme (Oh noes! japanese voices!) tags: birthdays, memes

gah. I'm burning with lust to ramble and type like mad about life, the universe, and everything. Fortunately, wax-work Oscar Wilde calmed me down a touch so I can be coherent. ( http://community.livejournal.com/capswilde/12341.html )

So...let's see...the bible study brunch was today, and I just got off of that. for anyone who doesn't know, I am the token teenage member of a bible study group on the gospel of Mark, populated--with myself as the only exception--by fascinating women between the ages of fifty and ninety. So between my horrendously slow eating of an omlette at IHOP, I had an enthusiastic babble about advice for course selections for a woman my mother's age, who's concerned for her sixteen-year-old daughter's future love for Law School. I had a tak with a sweet little cuban lady whose name I can't remember, I had a bit of a private sigh wishing Bessie were around (An enthusiastic black diabetic lady with one leg, and a lesbian daughter, who sings like an angel and is always wonderfully spunky. She's really my favorite person out of the whole group, but it worries me that she wasn't there because last time she was out, she'd had a stroke.) and then my mom and I had a grand old time chatting with Ellie. (Picture the stereotypical white church-going lady who sews her own clothes and loves pastels, and add in the fact she's a retired art teacher, mother of a downs-syndrome son, and lived in south america as a missionary for twenty years, and thus, lapses at times into perfect and enthusiastic spanish out of the blue. She's also tremendously perky.) Mary was there, which relieved me. (Mother of eight with a tube up her nose, who still talks to her dead husband for leaving messes around the house, and has a singularly calm outlook on death--summed up as "Oh well." She's got a surprisngly fiercely up-to-date mind. She works in the nursery every Sunday without fail. Last time she was gone, she had pneumonia.)
I keep thinking to myself that I really will miss these people over the summer.
Also, I laugh because they think I'm cheerful and animated. Clearly they can't see themselves.
My face hurts from so much genuine grinning.
Deb's going in for lumbar surgery next week. My response was "Eek!" Everyone else took it in pretty good stride with Mary's infectious sort of shrug. It's one thing I really love about those guys--you get into a bible study group with college students? All they want to talk about is relationships and personal angst, and they don't know diddly squat about biblical matters. They all want to read various books about the joys of chastity or write repetitive "worship" music with three chords total.
You get in a bible study of elderly/post-menopausal women, and it's all about "this person might be dying of cancer, but if it happens, it happens." or anecdotes about their missions work. Problems are REAL problems there, but the focus isn't on the problems themselves?
It's very pleasant, actually, even though it makes me realize I'm probably going to live to see the dearest people there pass away within the decade and that sort of sends a very weird, eerie feeling up and down my spine...

So...yeah...did that. And now it's out for the summer.

I've got RolePlay groups going from today to Friday, every evening this week. I'm ecstatic with glee.
Lee's running tonight's Dungeons & Dragons over at Avalon in which I will be playing "Sudden Carrot" the bard/paladin. (Who needs about four hours of sleep and likes to gather the chaotic-neutral rest of the party around the campfire int he evenings and sing about good deeds done. Think the ultimate camp counselor, with a longsword.) 
Frank-Yoh (known as "Classic" Frank, these days, due to the sheer number of people running around with the same name...Hauenstein's been made honorary "Frank-enstein" behind his back.) is running Wednesday's "Legend of the Five Rings" campaign at Lee's house. LotFR is a pseudo-japanese RPG, and it took me ages to make a character even with Frank's help last week. Finally, 'Murasaki" the monk, of the Order of the Seven Thunders stepped out, armed for battle with his trusty zen-rake at his side, and his utter gullibility. (That's going to be a fun character for sure.)
Thursday's game is Castles and Crusades with Tim over at Avalon again, and I've got "Poisonwood Sable" the claustrophobic black druid working out over there, in search of an animal companion, and interested in the possibility of giant bloodsucking leeches. (I'm hoping Roast can join in this week as "Spare Rib", the cleric of silver linings--the character we made for him when he showed up late two weeks back, who, unlike his beefcake fighter characters with their meaty names, is a tiny, inexplicably blond, japanese girl with a giant piko-piko warhamer on her back. She never starts fights, and passes out tracts to everyone, preaching peace and happiness...until someone loses an eye. then she puts out the other one with anime rage.)
And Friday we're back to Lee's leTois Castles and Crusades campaign, set in her alternate universe world where dinosaurs and flying saucers roam freely, and the primative people, the Dasom (basically humans who mate during one season) wander around trying to make sense of the world. "Chem", my city-dwelling, "barbarian"-hating, racist little prick of a cleric is bound to have a great time trying to convince himself that Arcane magic doesn't exist after bryan's Monk character picked himself a "freaky-grey-eyed" girl for a girlfriend, and she turned out to be an evil dragon. (Chem is bound to never let this go now, and offer to save every dinosaur they see for said Monk's new girlfriend because he's a real jerk whos' basically doing what he's told lest his god get mad at him, and a bolt of lightning sears his arse.)
everyone in the party seems to get a real kick out of me making a character who hates "barbarians" (who are blond-haired and blue eyed) while I myself am...well...pale featured int he extreme. Blond and seasick-gray-eyed.

(EDIT for "whoops"--this went off before i could finish.)

Interesting stuff from the past three days--my mom decided out of the blue to try the other mattress in my box. It's had interesting results. My last matress was sagging and comfortable. My new one feels like sleeping on a lightly carpeted slab of granite. it also creaks when I move. Very uncomfortable for side sleeping and the "forty-five degree angle" I seem fond of. (half-side, half-stomach with the arms and legs sticking out on one side.) To be very honest, my boobs are what makes this extremely uncomfortable on the new mattress. I can't seem to find a position that doesn't hurt, and each morning I wake up feeling like my muscles have been twisted up the wrong way. I'm not sure whether I shoudl try and get used to it, or go through the trouble of putting back in the old mattress.

The day my mom decided to do this, I got rather nastily ill. Fever and full-innards contortions. (considering my normal body temperature is somewhere around 97.3 just about anything's a fever for me, and innard-contortions are just a nice way of putting what could otherwise be described as "up comes down too fast.") Not much in the way of food for close to two days, and a burning, feverish need to write like always. Sensitivity to light and sound, but not a migraine... I've decided to tell everyone I had swine flu just to see what happens. (Because I sure don't know.)

I took a shower this morning, still coping a lttle with the after-effects of being sick, and I came out to find a little nymph cockroach crawling over my clothes in search of bodily fluids.
It came to me later, after sitting there watching this for five minutes, then spitting into a wad of toilet paper and waiting for the roach to settle onto it, that I'd just experienced a reaction more gentle people might reserve for cats...
Naked girl in a towel, waiting for a cockroach to come and ingest her bodily fluids, and feeling nothing but fascination = new and unheard of levels of weird.
I upended the garbage can to hold her captive. (The roach that is.) If she's still there, I'll catch her permanantly when I get home.
And as I type that out, I realize I possibly need to get out more, or find a man. (Both of which are seen as general cure-alls of the age: You've lost an arm? Get yourself a boyfriend, you'll feel better. What?)

...I am just so very tired, suddenly...
And I want to write more Hizumi POV. Aagh.

Attention duelists! My hair is blank Listening to: a leafblower in the distance

I want to do something cheerful so I can squeal incoherently later. ("XOMG, WHY AM I WRITING A SEPTAGON?! DAMN YOU SPIRAL!")

Stooooolennnn...

A - Age: hehn. Still nineteen until the twenty-fourth. (Nyooo! I don't want to be old!)
B - Bed size: twin (Smaller still because it's covered in stuffed animals, books, and electronic equipment...)
C - Chore you hate: weeding
D - Dog's name: Ha. Dogs. You think I have a dog...?
E - Essential start to your day: Actually getting out of bed and turning off the alarm clock. (I sleep forever...)
F - Favorite color: Bile green or depressing smog gray. *grin*
G - Gold or Silver: Steel. (It doesn't wear out or break as fast as my silver stuff, and nobody wants to steal it.)
H - Height: 5'5"
I - Instruments you play: Keyboard, but not particularly well. Former violist/clarinet player. (Oh, and I can't read music despite it all. *FAIL*)
J- Job: Working as a caller-nagger for an exterminator. ^_^ ("Slow down sir...how big is the scorpion?")
K - Kid(s): Oh! Shin-biters! I need to have a bunch of those...but first I need to rope some poor guy into eloping with me so it's all kosher... *siiigh*
L - Living arrangements: still living at home because I like my family.
M - Mom's name: Lisa
N - Nickname: Skunky, Hephyr, Bowser, Fwaaa~
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Ha ha. No. (I swear I'm not one of the blade children!)
P - Pet Peeves: People assuming I have the same romantic tastes they do. (Either for big beefy guys, or, worse still, for other women. >_>;;)
Q - Quote from a movie: "Any famous last words?" "Not yet." "'Not yet?'...is that famous?"
R - Right or left handed: right handed
S - Siblings: three precious younger children whom I corrupt dearly...
T - Time you wake up: around 10 on weekdays, and seven am on sundays (because I go to church, and LIKE IT.)
U - Underwear: Um. Yes? (It's all black. Is that what you're asking? *mystified* Or are you after sizes?)
V - Vegetable you dislike: Brussels sprouts
W - Ways you run late: Just about anything. (I'm not that timely...)
X - X-rays you've had: Just dental stuff because of my oh-so-complicated cross-bite and improbable upper molars. (I have molars instead of incisors in one spot--mutation as far as I can tell. Really mystifies my dentist...)
Y - Yummy food you make: killer halmet omlettes! And soup. And any grilled meat!
Z - Zoo favorite: Down here? Um... Usually anything big and reptilian.

Where U at? work Attention duelists! My hair is cheerful Listening to: DJ Splash-- Bass is Kicking (remixed)

Update on my "failing" life? Well..consideirng that I'm looking back and going, "jeez. Melodrama" at myself, I'm probably feeling better.

Community college has let me apply for an A.A.. I can breathe because I no longer have to look off and see down three different possible roads and start making massive predictions to freak myself out because I don't know which I'll end up tripping down. My parents took it fairly well. I still haven't told the grandparents though, and I'm still nervous at the thought. (My dad says he's leaving it up to me. Bloody coward. *snort* Now I know where I get it from...)

My brother waited until Thursday to finish his class. but I forgot how devilishly efficient he is. This is the guy who does his AP-class work int he ten minutes between classes. he got more work than is humanly possible, perhaps more work than the site's ever seen, done, without cheating, on Thursday. he didn't even have to pull an all-nighter. he was done by nine. The next day, they let him graduate with a "C" in the class.

Not only did he graduate, but he got over a thousand dollars in scholarship awards, in addition tot he $10,000 he's getting rom FIU--the university that just kicked me out.

He turned to me and said with a huge grin, "I told you it wasn't the last minute yet."

I punched him in the arm, half-laughing, and half-raging. (apparently it hurt, which still amazes me.)

He's un-grounded for the first time in two months, and has gotten off with my suggestion for reading a textbook this summer. Twenty pages a chapter, two chapters a week? Light stuff compared to what we're normally put through during summers in this house. I've been putting myself through an impromptu religion course, and studying all I can find ont he subjects. Also, I've rediscovered the house's Spurgeon collection. (baptist preacher-fellow from the...eighteen hundreds I think? Two devotionals so far and I've already found a quote I adore--"there is no weapon half as deadly as a Judas-kiss." He's got a gift for coming up with memorable stuff if you can get back to older sentence-stylings and all...) I'm also planning on hitting some other portions of the house's historical library. (I'm thinking saint Augustine and Socrates...maybe I'll finally hop into the Nietzche this summer...)

I've also discovered that the reference books we had donated to us--"the annals of America" isn't a history text, but rather, a collection of all the original documents, letters, and speeches from the founding fthers onwards. (Hot diggity!) It's like finding a stack of books guaranteed to help you win any stupid debate about the country. A stack of books that's probably as tall as I am, but a stack of books nonetheless.

I've re-organized my room to accomadate the lack of my sixth bookshelf. Yessy's given me two more shelves in exchange for the loss of the surface that once held my keyboard. it actually mostly-fits now that I've returned msot of the material I've gleaned from the hosue library and put it all back. (Mostly the classic books, and my dad's ancient-culture stuff from the seminary library...)

I checked yesterday and I've already hit over a megabyte of text for the summer. Oops. (What can I say? I was nervous.) I'm not going ot even pretend it's all gold, but there's bound to be some stuff I can go back to.

I've also resumed work on teaching msyelf piano-keyboards stuff altely, and been trying to figure out the Tori Amos stuff Azalee-pon-pon stuck in my head rather permanantly. (aagh.) My left hand's actually getting a great deal better at picking out things. A few hours of work. It'll probably be much harder to bring it up from here, and i'd really need to practice scales and arpeggios before I could go any further, but who knows, by the end of the summer, I might be a competant player. All self-taught, though. I might hit a ceiling sooner or later...but for now, it's pretty cool to actually figure out how to play "yamiyo no prologue" and create new synthesized instruments to play it in...

All in all, not bad. Stuff's starting to look up.
Thanks, guys.

Where U at? wurk. Attention duelists! My hair is creative Listening to: Tori Amos--icicle

I need some communication from people. I don't care what it is, but I need a distraction. Any distraction. calls. Text messages. Voice mails. comments. Anything.

Cliffnotes version of the past week, Monday in particular:

--I've been academically dismissed from my university.
--Late to work twice. Not fired.
--My brother might not be graduating on Friday
--My dad came in and shoveled my room, and tossed one of my bookcases and I found this bareness right as I came home from the university finding out about the trouble in question.
--My car still isnt' running well despite repairs.
--I don't have a clue what's going to happen, and I still have to tell my grandparents the bomb about college, and it could very well kill them both.

I've made 200+ icons, painted a whole door-mural, written 100+ pages of text, and gotten about three hours of sleep total these past two days. Feelings? Someone's left the drain open in the pool. Down down down down...

So please...just talk to me? Distract me. I'm going to need it until I can figure out whether the community college will take me, or I should go looking for a permanant job--which I probably won't be able to get.

Attention duelists! My hair is distraught

I finished the furious mental-debate of the last year in my head twenty minutes ago, with a rather nasty uppercut.

My desire for total openness on a journal clashes with my natural compliance in rule-following if I'm going to post bits of writing which might be rated rather highly for all audiences to just waltz by bold as you please.

So...I created a new journal.
A journal for my fanfiction, etc.

This said in the same tone Wash says:
"Yes, yes...this is a fertile land. We shall call it...this land."

brain_diarrhea

...I wanted "mental dysentary" of course, but this seemed slightly less implicitly ameobic.
But this should provide a place for me to let my writing flow freely. AND still allow me to have my customary openness and/or freedom of stalkers on my regular place.

Go friend it as you see fit. I'm going to put all sorts of goodies over there right after I finish this.

Where U at? kolledj Attention duelists! My hair is accomplished and embarassed Listening to: Saint-Saens' "Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso" Op. 28 tags: mental dysentary

I don't think I've mentioned Spiral enough lately.
Insofar as I didn't mention I was writing a piece affectionately known as 'the killer afghan' due to the fact that Skunky's Fanon!Eyes Rutherford knits like a champion and secretly adds weaponry to his creations. (Making Kanone's prized multicolored afghan with the garotte wire in the edges just that much better. What do you get the assasin that has everything? A KILLER AFGHAN.)

And I joined a Spiral forum too. (As "Neurofeces" of course.)
And I spent a good portion of the afternoon ranting about sideburns, I think...
http://gunwithwings.proboards.com/
I'll have to add it to my links...

Also, I discovered that my mustard-lubing buddy Colonel-pon is a Spiral fan. And despite living in a firmly bilingual area, the spanish Colonel-pon's fanfiction is in is a bit beyond me.
But EyesXkanone was mentioned between bouts of my shouting "KIYOTAKA NARUMI, WHY ARE YOU A FURRY?"
(True story! Spiral-Alive canon makes Kiyotaka a furry. He has worse sense of disguise than chief inspector Clouseau.)

SO. It's Hitsuzen that I introduce Colonel-pon to Azalee-pon, and we become as multinational as the blade children.

But incidentally, I drew five-minute spiral sketches.
They're over on my deviantart.
Which is linked on the side of the page over there... *points to the right*

Now to hurry and make comments...gah.

Edit: I've been reading chapter 70 of Spiral. Hizumiiii!

Where U at? kolledj Attention duelists! My hair is amused Listening to: Liszt's "Benediction de Dieu dans la Solitude" tags: spiral!

Meme from Mentu-rin. (Which I thought I ought to do as the last act before screaming temporal zombies come and rearrange my icons as happens so happily once or twice a year, or five times a day whenever I'm on Gchat...)

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.



Yeah, um. That's supposed to be me. (And I would know since I made the icon) This stemmed out from a meme ages back between myself and MOG-pon askign for a sketch of one of my interests. She picked "bugging Skunky" off of hers, and I drew it. The icon has since been revamped two or three times.
Plotweevils are the opposite of plotbunnies (where fics breed and proliferate in your head.) Plotweevils are the cause of "writers block"--they're the eaters of ideas. I happen to be a person who has a stable equilibrium of bunnies and weevils. Except mine are no longer bunnies, they're "plotroaches." A revamp of this icon needs to happen with plotroaches...



The standard "Skunky has just narrowly avoided being creamed by a can of worms" icon. Re-enacted by Ed Elric in an attempt to explain the freakish facial seizures which constitute my standard expressions.



I epic!flail.
You epic!flail.
He/she/it epic!flails.
Ishida and Orihime just reenact it in animated form.



Oh! The Ryuk!cackle! Sadly this one's probably going to be replaced because I usually use Orihime's "bwahahaaa!" nowadays. (More facial-range and it has boobs.)



Possibly my oldest icon remaining... Featuring Raven of Teen Titans. (I beleive. It's been a long time.) The all-purpose "screaming temporal pit of random" icon with which I attack my crackin' homies and all that.

...Say goodbye to the world you knew.
(Don't forget to comment!)

Listening to: the Birthday Massacre--Horrorshow

In Skunky's LAST riveting REAL LIFE blag entry, she spent most of her time WHINING ABOUT TWILIGHT LIKE EVERY OTHER JEALOUS FANFICCIST IN THE UNIVERSE.

But this time she's changed. (And finished the book for that matter.)

This time she will expound upon REAL LIFE happenings.

in the third person.

Watch.

It is a proven fact, that any well-rounded young lady desiring nothing in the world, must be in want of a car. Preferably one that works. Barring this, she would like a rocketship. Or a fleet of stick figures to make her desk more interesting. Or books. New books are always good.

In the case that she happily unites with a car in the struggle against sausages evil, there comes a time in every woman's life where the happily united are seperated as one or the other breaks down.

In certain universes where cars fly, this can be quite traumatic as the cat/toast equilibrium is broken. (Usually from the cat starving to death, ro being rescued by Kanone Hilbert.)

In these cases, many women take to finding a new car, but others attempt to resurrect their happy machinery using all sorts of odd reasonings...

Long story short. The batmobile broke down again. She (that is me, that is I) has not yet managed to fix the beast.

In the process, she has run off on a fanfiction spree, and missed large chunks of class during the week when papers are due.

Due to this misfortune and lack of judgment (and decent internet capacity) certain grades are lower than might be liked.

Making life very interesting indeed.

Good news, though? Tabula Rasa has a third chapter now. And there's a Spiral fic done, too. And Wrath is coming out after ages in the closet.

Skunky: Her suffering is your gain

(Also, Skunky has forgotten her phone at home for once. Please don't call her, or if you do, leave a big, epic happy message so she knows who it is? *Keeps getting calls from New Hampshire, but doesn't know who it is*)

EDIT:

Questions for the video-thing are still open if you want them answered. (The royal we are enjoying these questions very much so far, thank you, guys.)

And the link for TR is below:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4504551/3/Tabula_Rasa
And reviews would be lovely.

Where U at? kolledj Attention duelists! My hair is It FIGURES Listening to: Emilie Autumn--Dead is the New Alive (manipulator mix by Dope Stars inc.) tags: epic fail

Is it sad to find a meme when you're RPing and use it on your REAL journal?
Hmm...



You know your ship is doomed when the computer sounds like Yami Mariku...
The quiz itself is lying. I mean...imagine trying to get decent garbage hauling with the sore-throat-mind-raping-from-Hell directing you like an XKCD GPS: "Okay, colder, colder, HOTTER..." It should be 100% Peril. AND I have to banter with a guy who likes to send souls to the shadow realm. (A ship of villainy, this one, oh yes.)

I can SEE Colonel-pon finding the uniform unflattering. (Especially if it's something designed by me...*fail*)

I can also see Azalee-san making it sexy, because she and I agree that stabbing someone is a show of excellent eroticism, so we just have the same weird violent tastes.

KS-sama ripping the sleeves off to look butch, I had trouble with.

Mamono spending time with the weapons, however, I can see. (is that bad?)

And to top it all off, the ship itself is named after someone who wasn't even sure whether his experiment was dead or alive.
I think we're in space!drama peril.
And i wish my ship was a firefly.

I'd have to get a sibling to hold the camera or put it at some angle...
SNAGGED OFF NIN-SAN WHO IS MADE OF AWESOME AND THREE PARTS CITRUS!

● Ask me a question about myself, or questions, and I'll answer them in the form of a video in some post or another.
● I'll try to answer all the questions.
● Srsly, any question. Anything. Anything at all.

(Except something which makes me swear aloud. Because you WILL be disappointed because i don't actually do it.)

Lots of hand gestures are in order...

I might not have the quote up there right...

I haven't updated in two weeks. What's wrong with me? (well admittedly, I was on spring break for one of them... Also I had papers...which...uh...aren't done, I think.)

I feel really lazy lately. I've also been encountering mild nausea!sick, and my mom's been wandering around the house with a madly dripping nose, and yelling at me when I tell her to go to bed before she gets the rest of us infected. (Though I don't think she appreciated the Morrowind references where I went around with melodrama saying,"Don't infect me with your curse!" so maybe that was part of it.)

So I get to go home and continue the excavation of my room after classes today. (And there should be a sigh of sufficient size to turn the planet off its axis after that statement.)

In addition, instead of writing my papers when I was supposed to, I helped my brother write a pair of iambic tetrameter poems of twelve lines each between a mouse, and his beloved swiss cheese, begging the cheese to come back. I beleive I sent text messages to both Nyami-chan and Frank-yoh on the subject, and I spent much of the rest of the evening babbling back and forth (very slowly) with Yoh. (And I think this ended with me somehow bashing Twilight fans unless they were male, under the reasoning that male Twilight fans know what they're doing--they're reading a book to get chicks, and it probably works.)

My entire reason for disliking Twilight isn't so concrete as some. Merely, I went to Borders on a Friday evening to pick up Einstein's relativity, and instead, I got trapped in a store full of Twilight fans waiting for the movie release. (I took a picture with my phone, but I haven't the faintest clue how to get it up in all its shoddy JPEG glory...)
This more or less has stolen any desire from me to actually be nice to people who like Twilight.
I've purchased a copy of the book since then, and am reading it and annotating as I go along, so one day, I can sell my book back to a bookstore, and so break the heart of any fan who reads it. Or...this is what I WISH I'd do. In reality, I'm not that sadistic, and it'll probably sit in my room for me to smolder over.
Uh...and I've also run out of patience for slowing myself down with annotation. I don't want to spend ten hours on a book I hate, after all.
So I've been plowing through it at top speed, rolling my eyes at the insipid nature of the book. (That said, it's not as bad as I'd thought it would be, but no book deserves to be as bad as I think it should be.)
The next time I see another literarily bent major going through talking about Twilight's excellence, I invariably will hit them over the head with one of my copies of Ender's Game, and the enemy's gate WILL be down, thank you.
If you're going to read vampires, at least turn to Anne Rice? At least she can write character voice worth a damn. And really now, if one of the sparkling type-cast idiots in Twilight ran into one of the deliciously evil people in Anne Rice's universe, I would laugh, and laugh hysterically. (See THAT coming, why don't you?)
I'm quite close to finishing the book, and it hasn't in any way, shape or form altered my urge to kill people. (And it's not like I write any better than that woman, necessarily in style terms, but at least I can make a plot TWIST.)
I'm about at the part where Bella's decided to run off and leave the walking opiate!man and his precognizant girlfriend a la bathrooms of unusual construction. I predict that the mom's not even kidnapped. And that Bella gets rescued right at the knick of time, and that somehow, invariably, there will be blood and (oh drama!) will the supernatural boyfriend be able to resist?!
Yeah...we'll see. If I predict this entirely, I'm going to be even less gracious, no doubt...

On a better note, I managed to get my hands on the paperback of Pratchett's "Making Money" and Moist von Lipwig is awesome as ever. I could go on for pages praising him, but I was distracted be the presence of "Discworld Monthly" in my inbox.
They're turning "Going Postal" into a movie.
*fangirl happies*
I've already got "Hogfather", and I'm dying to get my hands on "the color of Magic" and now to hear that "Going Postal" is coming up? OOooook. (That about sums it up.)
What I wonder though, is when are they going to get the Night Watch crew up and running? The guy who played Corporal Nobbs in Hogfather was TOO excellent, after all.
GUH. If I didn't have Pratchett and Orson Scott Card to make my week worth living, I don't know what I'd actually do to the Twilight fans...

(I also suspect nargles are behind the bad plot. Oh...and Edward Cullen is a Veela. It's official. He sparkles and people can't think straight around him. Plus he's blond. He's gotta be a Veela. I'm with the person who made icons about that, whole-heartedly.)

"Making Money" is entirely behind my crazy sudden urge to look up and learn Enochian script again, too... (aaargh)
http://www.omniglot.com/writing/enochian.htm
(Incidentally, this is the best freakin' site in the world for learning fictional alphabets: Learn klingon in your spare time for fun and profit!)

I want to set my family on "the golem standard" too. (Ahhh...makes me miss the Dragoons in the fanfiction...it's like the angelic equivalent, except they all hang out with Dubbiel for the msot part, and Dubbiel's got a whole toolchest loose in HIS head--I mean, he likes to take stuff apart and make it run off FRUIT.)

But...THIS has to be said:
Azalee-san! Milady, you are SO unspeakably wonderful for sending me a massive email. I'm sending you something back. I don't know HOW you find so many amazing Spiral sites, but you're just too awesome for anyone's good!
See? This is why I'm the knight, and you're the fair maiden. (And this heavy armor is PERFECT for sneaking around on Spiral sites... *_*)

Ugh...I want my hair-tie. I feel weird with my hair down. (And people keep looking at me funny. Why? Is there soemthing on my face?)

More news: yessy caught a cockroach, and she has it on her desk. MY FIXATION IS GROWING AND INFLUENCING THE YOUTH!
The cockroach's name is "Honey Grahm." (She likes grahm crackers. Poor thing must be hungry--there's not much to eat in the bathroom besides soap, though there's plenty of water, of course...)

Where U at? kolledj Attention duelists! My hair is weird Listening to: Tesseract

[1] What’s your dream pet, the pet you’ve always wanted?
I WANT AN IGUANA. Or a snake. Snakes are great, exacept I'm a little worried about feedings... Barring that, I desperately want Lee's cat's new kitten--the GRAY one out of the mound of black ones.

[2] How do you style your hair?
Just like the icon, except a little shaggier now because I made the icon a year or two ago... Think Ayumu Narumi except with curly blond hair and a ponytail at the nape of the neck and trailing down the back...

[3] What kind of watch do you usually wear?
I don't wear a watch because I have stick-wrists. The only jewelry that fits on me is usually made for small children, plus cheap steel makes me break out, so I just use my cell phone.

[4] If you could spend an hour with any one person of your choice (be they dead, alive or fictional) who would it be?
Oh that's such a loaded question. *laughs* I'd want a plot-holing adventure where authors and character mingle at the greatest casual-dress party in the universe. And knowing my taste in characters, Dorian Gray would debauch someone, and invariably there would be a gunfight with psychics and angels and demons by the end of the evening. Also, I forgot to add that Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, and Oscar Wilde would all be eyeing eachother significantly, and cracking more wit than should exist in a room at a given time, while Isaac Asimov bets on the supernatural fight, and laughs hysterically.
It would be marvelous.

[5] What is your favorite dream/fantasy?
Uh...well...I DO like thinking about being that token "mad english teacher" and teaching thirteen-year-olds the joys of properly placed semicolons and such...

[6] Who was the last person you hugged (real or fictional)?
I just finished giving virtual tight!hugs to Semi-san because her father passed away. In reality, the last person I hugged for real was probably my little sister. I cleaned some pans for her yesterday...

[7] What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
GUH. Well. I've been writing an insane amount of Spiral-work lately, but I've also been working on writing experimental Noa-POV for Yu-Gi-Oh, and at once, still maintianing my love for Juvenile Orion by working on and tweaking characters. Last night I worked on some stuff for Rayyu and got him down pretty well. And Dubbiel, too. (But Dubbiel's such fun to write it hardly counts. Definitely the weirdest character I've ever made...)

[8] What was the last thing you ate today?
I haven't eaten yet today. *groan* I DO have two wraps in my backpack, though, and I plan on scrafing those down once I leave the computer lab, but I might not leave the computer lab for several hours--talking to people's more important than food.

[9] What was the last text you received?
Frank-yoh asking "Why?" In response to my saying I could understand why a guy would read Twilight-- a) he has terrible tastes and shouldn't be trusted, or b) he's doing it to get chicks and he's actually fairly clever because it'll probably work.

[10] What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Always Yahoo, Gmail, and Livejournal. Usually my school website as well. Occasionally Fanfiction.net, DeviantArt, or Megatokyo/XKCD, or onemanga.com.

[11] What was the last thing you bought?
The wraps in my backpack. It's friday after all, so most of the campus stores close early. I thought I should get it while I could.

[12] What are you listening to right now?
Absolutely nothing but the sound of the keys hammering around me, and the printer humming, and various cell phones and mild chatter in the computer lab. But my mind's playing music perfectly, as it usually does, and it's playing The Black Mages "Maybe I'm a Lion". (Yeah...my mind can do that. Other people talk abotu songs stuck in their head? I pretty much carry a whole playlist with me, but the downside is I actually have to remember the songs exist, so it's not like I'm working on a full shuffle here...)

[13] If you ever got a tattoo, what would you get and where would you get it?
I'm not going to get a tattoo. *smile* Not that I'm scared of needles or anything (though I don't have a great pain tolerance) but I just don't like making permanant changes to my body. If I ever get a tattoo, it's basically like me willingly putting myself under a brand, and it will be for a very good reason.

[14] What is your favourite food?
GUH. I like food in general. (And I'm a terrible example of "girls that eat pizza never gain weight", too...) Anythign with a great deal of flavor is probably on my list somewhere, so long as it's not a bundle of baked sweets. I'm a grilled, marinated meat kind of person. STEAK IS THE REAL MAN'S COMFORT FOOD!
I also eat combinations of extreme junk, and extreme health food just for the taste. I'll sit there and drink green superfood and eat potato chips. Yes I will. Cheesy tots and V8 are amazing.

[15] When grooming, what makeup (or toiletries) are a must?
Toothbrush, toothpaste, some sort of hair tie, deoderant, shampoo, and conditioner. Also soap. Soap is helpful. And toilet paper. Anything I want my hair to do, it more or less does on its own, with a bit of nervousness on my part. (I twist, twirl, and chew my hair. I also occasionally give into the temptation to make the "little springs bounce" which other people try as well on occasion.) My hair's its own woman after all...

[16] If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
Ha. I used to play the viola. And the clarinet, actually. But I had to leave it off because the kids were picking on me. (Not because I was a 'band kid" mind you--I was being picked on BY the band kids. And you know when that's happening you're the low point on the school social scale.) Quite a while ago, actually... I also have a keyboard, which I like to make weird synthetic instruments on, so when they have a word for an echoing guitar/harpsichord, come and tell me.

[17] If you had the choice which would you rather be: ninja, pirate, astronaut or caveman?
HA. Astronaut. I wanted to be an astronaut when I was six...
Don't forget to take your oxygen pill. *snort*

[18] If you could make a movie what genre would it be? (any genre/era)
Something filled with action, humor, and possibly containing one or more mad scientists. in other words, probably the film equivalent of FLCL. Random pairings I wouldn't mind, either, but that's because I'm too weird to take things too seriously.

[19] Say something about the person who tagged you.
Agh. I barely know Ryoku-chan. We who met so long ago on the Juvenile Orion comm! *sweeeeee*
But I DO know you're not named for the Spiral character. *siiigh*

[20] Tag 8 People.
Do as you will, people. I'm not going to pressure anyone when I have such an ample supply of procrastinators just waiting to abuse me... *grin* Why should I force people?

EDIT:

Meme from Fyredra-san--'tis a handwriting meme.
And now we shall all see just how poorly a scanner picks up my tiny script... *sigh* 1) Write your username. 2) Write the name of two of your favorite bands/artists. 3) Write "I ♥ ______". (This is to see how you write hearts.) 4) Write the name of your all-time favorite person. 5) Write the name of a recently favored person. 6) Tag six people to do this.

Where U at? kolledj still Attention duelists! My hair is blah Listening to: Some sort of hungarian rhapsody in my head... tags: meme is silly