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Friday, August 31, 2001
Just a small example of why Destina Fortunato is a god:
"I heard you calling, standing between my death and the darkness beyond, and I chose to be yours."
*bows deeply* Fortunato-sama, we are not worthy....
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Wednesday, August 29, 2001
Oh, my god! I beat Legaia! You bastard!
Ehm.....riiiiiiiiight.
I'm curious, tho. Why is it, Legend of Legaia, which is a single-disc RPG, comes in an old-fashioned double-size case.....while Evil Dead: Hail to the King, a two-disc survival-horror game, comes in the slender space-saving double case? Or is this just going back to my "technology is Martian for evil incarnate" theory?
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Tuesday, August 28, 2001
Been undergoing a slight revival of my old Xena passion. It started with me trying to improve on my Callisto doll, as the offical one was so foul that I opened the box purely for the joy of ripping off its head. This led to watching my old Xena tapes, and reading Xena fic -- hi, I'm an Ares/Joxer slut, how are you? -- and downloading some fanmade music videos (must....find.....more!) and currently my compie is running a rather disturbing Callisto Desktop Theme.
There's something oddly satisfying about hearing Hudson Leick call you a "good boy" when you empty the recycling bin. *g*
Anyway, the madness has now led me to this. The man is insane and wonderful and I would give my left kidney for a set of the Callisto knee bracers. He needs to do a different Gabrielle outfit, tho. Admittedly, she did wear the BGSB longer than her other costumes, but y'know....that doesn't mean it was good idea. You know an outfit's bad when they replace it with something done in shades of yellow, and all you can say is, "Thank god the shapeshifting bra is gone.....wait, Gab's soul went with it.....shit."
................and is it me, or in A Necessary Evil, do Xena and Callie act more like bitter former lovers than arch nemeses? o.O;;;
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Monday, August 27, 2001
I have a computer now. *blinks several times, then looks around, frowning* Does anyone else hear the theme song to The Outer Limits?
Eh. Anyway. My brother is moving next weekend, and decided now would be a good time to drive up and give me his old computer....complete with beat-up computer desk. Not that I have a problem with hand-me-downs. I'm the youngest of three kids, and my brother is eight years older than me, my sister five years older than him. I'm used to getting things that are, shall we say, battle-worn. I've gotten some pretty cool stuff over the years taking in cast-offs (my first Star Wars toy was my brother's discarded Han Solo figure. To this day, they just look wrong to me without the nose smashed off).
But, um. Yeah. Mostly I'm just weirded out by the actual having of a computer. I'm also kind of frustrated by the fact that it has fits if I try to set it the resolution at 1024x768. It just supports my theory that technology is evil, and 800x600 is the devil's bloody, crusted-over spunk.
On the upside? Renton is my start-up sound. ^^
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Wednesday, August 22, 2001
So, I'm talking to Michael. And somehow him recommending Benadryl for my head pains (because I passed headache when I was twelve, and haven't seen it since) sends me into this freak-out about meds. Which I haven't taken for a very long time, because when I was fourteen and fifteen, I saw far too many doctors, and went to hospitals for far too many tests, and for about a year was never on less than three medications at once, and nothing helped very much, or for very long. This has left me with a phobia/hatred/distrust of anything to do with the medical profession. My chiropractor being the sole exception. Love that man.
So, I'm crying so hard I can't make out the keys, and rambling to him about how everyone things I'm okay and functional because I hide. And I'm afraid to stop because it means they'll see how violently not alright I am, and then I'll be forced back into the world of tests and meds and seeing multiple doctors a week, and I don't know if I can handle that, but I'm scared that I might have to, and how it all kind of loops back on itself into a flip that I can't stop. And then this happens:
Andy says: we'll just go by what the nice army psychiatrist told me. was the medication working?
Nabs says: no
Andy says: obviously not, so have you been hearing voices, did you speak back to the voices.
Nabs says: *lol* no
Andy says: have you killed anyone?
Nabs says: not yet
Andy says: then medication isn't any good anyway
Why is it the recovering alcoholic, ex-cyber-boyfriend is the best person in my life right now?
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Tuesday, August 21, 2001
Alright, I would dearly love to know what prompted this. However, we seem incapable of being online at the same time, and I really don't want to call again. I'm starting to feel like the unwanted friend who can't take a hint and is slowly edging into stalkerdom. You know...SS.
Altho, at least you could always count on S to get back to you. Mainly because she actually received her phone messages. On the other hand, did you really want to stay in touch with someone who was incapable of forming her own opinions most days?
..........sadly, right now, I would settle for that. *sighs* Fuck me, won't you?
sounds like xena vol. 2, "the ballad of joxer the mighty"
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Monday, August 20, 2001
Its weird to me, how this place was designed by someone who primarily uses IE, and yet, with the exception of the colored scroll bar (which refuses to show up in Netscape, pout with me now), I honestly think it looks better in my Netscape 4. It just....lays nicer.
Also? In a perfect world, this person would die a slow and lingering death, at which time they would be relagated to one of the more heated, overcrowded pits of hell. Possibly the one that pipes in the 24-hour David Hasselhoff radio station.
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Alright, please forgive whatever pile of bantha poodoo this place currently looks like. I'm lonely and bored and trying to alleviate it by fracking with my bloggy.
..................this would be so much easier if someone smart was online.
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Friday, August 17, 2001
Has anyone else seen Unbreakable? Did the ending make anyone else want to kill someone? Like, go out into the street, flag down a car, and then just remove the driver from the vehicle via the windshield? And then, having done so, proceed to hurt them? Or am I just special in an entirely new, freaky way?
I actually think I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn't a comic book slut myself. Because I was quite happy being oblivious and oddly intrigued by the film, and thinking to myself, "Its so cool, cause Dunn is all unbreakable in body, and Elijah's unbreakable in spirit. Yay!" What can I say, my optimism rears its hideous malformed Carrottop-meets-Pumpkinhead-by-way-of-Carson-Daly head at the oddest times.
And then Elijah's mom's all pointing out classic villian looks and archetypes to Dunn, as cheerfully oblivious as I was two seconds ago, and all I can think is, "Oh, fucking no. Just no, we are not doing some reverse Xavier/Magneto thing, we are just fucking not....oh, look, we are. Well, shoot me."
A part of me kind of wants to watch it again and scream at it. A lot. Possibly until my eardrums pop and I lose my voice and choke to death on the blood. The rest of me, tho, wants to sit down and watch it with Amelia and see how violently it makes her twitch. And then scream until my ears pop and I lose my voice and I choke on blood. Yeah. Sounds like a fucking plan to me, boyo.
It'll have to wait until after tonight, tho. JaMars-sama's on the telly, and he's playing a musician. >=D~~
sounds like angelique kiss kiss kiss, "shibireru kurai kanjitai"
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Thursday, August 16, 2001
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Fuck. I'm bored out of my mind and the house has only been empty 12 minutes. Mind you, I was bored before that, but, um. Yeah.
Shoot me, won't you?
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Tuesday, August 14, 2001
What's this?!? Are the Powers What Are trying to make up for the sheer shiteliciousness of Ota-fuckme? Ooooh, dare we hope!
So. I have permission to buy a Sith Academy shirt (insert mad cackling here). Spun finally got in a used copy of Legend of Legaia, which my mother all but ordered me to buy at the first opportunity, because we were just renting it faaaaaaaar too much (insert bizarre anime grabbing noises accompanied by a chortled 'mine!' here). There is Coca-Cola in the fridge (mmmmm, yummy!). I go to the chiropractor's tomorrow (insert vicious cracking noises and delighted gibbering here). And Thursday, the parentals leave for eight days in Maine (insert music played far too loud and yelling at all hours of the night here).
Y'know, if I could just get some Chinese food and a documentary on Egypt....life would be perfect.
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Sunday, August 12, 2001
Choose Otakon. Choose Baltimore City. Choose wrong turns, cops who don't know how to get there, and desperate calls on the cell phone at all hours of the night. Choose Em, waiting at Penn Station while you and your best friend become progressively more lost. Choose the Towson Diner at four in the morning. Choose stumbling home at dawn, Em in tow, and desperately trying to get five hours sleep before the con. Choose leaving your bags in a car that won't be there in the morning. Choose cosplay, sweltering heat, and redirected traffic. Choose registration fees and Cowboy Bebop con badges. Choose three days of the most exhausting, overpriced concentration of Nihon you've ever seen in your life. Choose Sanrio. Choose open-mike karoake, and the repeated massacre of Cruel Angel's Thesis. Choose dark, air-conditioned video rooms. Choose Legend of Basara. Choose 30+ minutes in a snaking, unmoving line to watch MAT3K. Choose sitting in front of the most annoying, easily-amused laugher on the face of the earth, and the one guy in the whole room who doesn't get "42." Choose shuffling out to the car at 11pm, trying not to aggravate the patch of heat rash you've managed to aquire on your thighs. Choose dinner past midnight. Choose Walmart. Choose passing out on Ben's futon, grateful for every puff his slowly dying air-conditioner sends out. Choose waking up far too soon just so you can start it all over again. Choose gloating fathers, foot-dragging teenagers, and wishing you could fall back into that futon. Choose traffic jams and snitty blondes. Choose the Gong Show. Choose Hikaru Midorikawa. Choose missing him because the lines to get his autograph were so long they closed almost before his alloted time started, and walking away beaming because it means people love Midorikawa!! Choose an episode and a half of Boys Be.... Choose trolling the dealer's room and the artist's gallery because you just can't find Video Room 6. Choose buying a volume of Utena manga because Mikage-sama is on the back cover. Choose conversing with a guy who wants you to buy chain mail. Choose taking his email address, because dammit, you really want a chainmail bracelet. Choose Burger King. Choose to super-size that fucker. Choose the Anime Music Video Overflow showing. Choose photos of Alessandro's ass. Choose watching him dance and thinking he is the queerest, most awesome thing you've seen in far too long. Choose giving up on those two volumes of Kizuna because you're just too damn tired to go back the last day. Choose getting hit up for money by a stranger on the way to the car, because he hasn't realized that three cunts with con badges after dark will be significantly broker than he is. Choose not to point out that you can see the roll of money he's already talked other people out of. Choose falling into your own bed in the wee hours, happier to see the black iron frame than you could hope to express. Choose Sunday in bed. Choose Toys-R-Us, Borders, and Taco Bell. Choose hot food and a cold drink that isn't watered down. Choose tapping away at your keyboard, still far too tired in far too many ways, trying to record the experience while you can still remember it well. Choose otaku-ism. Choose Otakon.
.............why in hell would I want to do that?!?!
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Thursday, August 09, 2001
How's this for totally bizarre timing? The day after I actually get around to reading the SA-ender....the two girls who periodically make t-shirts for SA decide to do one final batch.
Oh, and look. They take Paypal. Thaaaaanks. Cause I needed this kind of temptation. I HURT in multiple places, and I'm cranky, and you're shoving merchandise for one of my main happies in my face, complete with easy payment. You are both my devil and my god, and I hope you all burst into monkey flames.
On the upside, I see the chiropractor in six days, the parentals leave in seven, and my glorious mother has brought me chocolate and soda. The only way this could be better is if Gabriel Byrne were reading to me and stroking my hair.
Altho, not being in pain would be nice, too.
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Wednesday, August 08, 2001
Finally read the finale to Sith Academy, and I have to say....it was better than the movie. *lol* Not that we're surprised by this, or even by the fact that Siubhan managed to embue some actual sense into Phantom Menace, but damn, am I pleased.
Kinda makes me wonder why I put off reading it for so long. ¬_¬
There's just one small problem (.....aside from the fact that, well, SA's over *sniffle*). Now I want a 12-inch Maul more than ever. I mean....who else is gonna wear the little "Sith Lords Kick Ass" t-shirt?
sounds like fatboy slim, "weapon of choice"
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Tuesday, August 07, 2001
Attack of the Clones. Attack of the Clones?!?! For fook's sake, Georgie, have you lost what little mind you had? I mean, there were some pretentious ass names floating around in rumors, and some pure shite ones as well, but I have to say, I really have to say, that every last one of them was so much better than Attack of the Clones as to be painful.
As if having a film called Attack of the Clones isn't painful enough as it is.....
I mean, I suppose I shouldn't be terribly surprised. The man writes hideously trite dialogue, after all, and gods save us from his few attempts at novelisation....but, really, title-wise, he's never been half bad. And disappointing as Phantom Menace was, didn't it just have a slick title? It made no sense, but it sounded good. I...I think I'm actually going to have to erase this bit from my memory. Go back to the sweet, glorious days when my brain simply referrenced it as "Ep2" or, in a pinch, "The Clone Wars." Which, let's face it, was one of those nice titles that is simple, understated, classy, sums things up without giving away details, and -- best of all, from a writer's point of view -- hands itself to you on a parchment sheaf, in pretty-yet-easy-to-read calligraphy.
And y'know, if the old noggin can't manage to delete George's brain fart on its own....I've got a hacksaw and brillo pad that should work nicely.
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Monday, August 06, 2001
So, this morning, at 7:30, I accidentally saved over my final-disc, champion-Chocobo-owning, level 65 game of FF7, with the disc-one, mission-one game I'd started on a lark to see if I could remember how to date Yuffie. By 4pm, I'd made it out of Midgar, suffered thru the flashback, and hightailed it to the Chocobo Farm. Then I went and got on the computer and started reading more Sith Academy in self-defense. Now, at 9pm, I am about to grab some much-delayed dinner and dive back into the world of Mako and annoying, clingy women.
Intelligent life? What's that?
sounds like secret garden, "celebration"
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Sunday, August 05, 2001
*runs in screaming and brandishing an X-men: Evolution Nightcrawler figure, which she promptly thrusts in everyone's face* LOOK! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!! Isn't it awesome? Isn't it delovely? Isn't it the shibbiest shit you can get for under $10?????
Alright, no, but at the moment, its the best thing that could possibly have happened to me. *peers at box* I am wondering whose idea it was to make his gloves and belt a very suspicious shade of pale green, tho. Dude, if they made Nighty-night so he glows in the dark.... *growls and looks around* What'd I do with my acrylics??
The replay of QaF Season 1 starts tonight. Letterbox version. I wonder what I have to lick to get to tape it on the big telly with the good cable hook-up. Because I have to tell you, if its my cat's ass....I am okay with that. Yes, infuckingdeedy.
Oh! Parentals. Going to Maine. For a week. They leave in ten days. *grins* Anyone for a caffiene-and-junk-food-induced orgy at Catt-chan's? Raise those hands!!
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Friday, August 03, 2001
YES! Bitch! I got it! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!! *twitches violently and falls over* Remind me to kill everyone involved with the development of the internet, ne, minna?
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I, um. I may have spoken too soon. *whimpers and eats head*
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Holy shit, I did it! .......I think. *peers* Hullooooo? Are we here?
Ok. Gotta email the beloveds so they can change their links to me. And, um. Do the archive thing. Blyeh.
Now would be the perfect time for Amelia to arrive and kidnap me.
Aaaand now!
Now.
Ok, now.
Ano....
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Thursday, August 02, 2001
Alright, unless something bizarre happens, like I get kidnapped or lose feeling in my hands, or suddenly find myself thinking that Kurt Russell is actually attractive, after tomorrow, dQ will no longer be on BlogSpot. I'm tired of the fucking ad, and there's no reason for me to put up with it when I have my own, paid-for space in which to house it. So. If you actually like this place, and aren't you psychotic and wonderful if you do, the new URL will be:
http://www.belovedaoi.com/blog/
Thank you. And may I just say, that Vin Diesel is still the best thing to come out of L.A. nightclubs. *g*
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Wednesday, August 01, 2001
Saw the Leap Years premiere. Still trying to digest it. I mean, I think I like it, but at the same time, it seemed oddly self-contained. More like a movie than the first ep in an ongoing series. And as cool as the premise is, it makes it a little hard to attach to the characters. Like Beth seemed like this total non-entity, who was just there for Joe and Josh to be in love with. Athena and Gregory, I just don't get. I like Josh, no doubts. REALLY dislike Joe. Of, course, that could all change easily. Let's not forget, I was a staunch supporter of everything David when he first showed up on Queer as Folk. Now, I don't care what happens to him, as long as he goes away and never comes back. Meanwhile, I initially found Justin irritating, and now he's my darling. Things change, good characters grow.
Hmm, food. trying to decide between pizza and a burrito. My, aren't I healthy? I'd fucking kill for some Chinese, but like, quarter to three in the morning. Not exactly a lot open.
Played a little FF7 tonight. Ever so long ago, I had played thru most of the game, and was saved right before you descended into the crater to confront Sephiroth. I'd decided to run around and power people up, raise chocobos for awhile. I had like, every damn rare chocobo you could get. Blue, Green, Black, Gold. I was the racing queen of my little game. No clue what happened to that memory card. So the other month, I bought myself a copy of the thing, and started over. I always get stuck in the Temple of the Ancients. And then I accidentally stumble upon the way through, and have to grit my teeth in an effort not to crush the Playstation in my bare hands.
Gods, I am such a game geek.....
sounds like mint royale, "shake me"
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