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Sunday, September 30, 2001
Alright, got the new beloved Aoi layout up. Its relatively hole-free, and while I may continue to tinker with it for a few days, that's pretty much what it's going to look like for the next....however long. On to bigger, and better things!
*pauses, looking at sacrificial PIZZA* Or, y'know, smaller and skankier. Whichever.
Saw the ALIAS premiere. I'm into it. Very Le Femme Nikita meets Run Lola Run. *nod nod* I was also well beyond happy with the whole commercialless-presentation thing. I mean, if the only thing we have to do to get an uninterrupted hour of spy/action goodness is bear with an unbelieveable gay ad at the beginning and the end of the show....I'm all for it. You need me to buy a Nokia phone, you say? That's acceptable. Where do I sign away my first born?
sounds like queen, "just one life (guitar version)"
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Saturday, September 29, 2001
*runs in circles* My brain is melting! My brain is melting!
Not that I actually use it, anyways, but still. It was kind of nice to have, just in case. Ah, well. *stops to wipe a bit of grey liquid off her shoulder with a tissue, and drops into a chair* So, anyway. Redesigning the domain. I'm almost done. Or I think I am...it gets kind of hard to tell from the inside, y'know? But Amelia and my mom seem to like it, so it must be fairly good. Or, y'know, my mom liked it before I added the dragons. She hasn't seen it with. But, um...Amelia likes it. So YAY!
Should I ever actually finish this -- and I think I will, because I'm actually kind of pleased with it, in as much as I'm ever pleased with anything I do -- I'm going to work on my personal page next. Because its looked the same forever, and I'm kind of tired of it. Course, I'm kind of tired of its name, as well, but I have no other ideas for that, and I do have other ideas for the look. Sort of. I have an image, anyways. And really, that's how the new version of bAoi started. I saw an image. The rest just...kind of grew around it.
I, um. I should probably get back to work, huh? *stares at the wall behind the computer for a few minutes* Right, then. *gets up and returns to running in circles*
sounds like michelle branch, "everywhere"
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Friday, September 28, 2001
HAHAHA! Talkin' to Tou-chan! On the old Yahell Pager! *dances, jives*
Christ. How long have I been up? *peers at clock* Can't....tell.....
I can you this, tho...I haven't eaten in twelve hours. *gag twitch* Ne, I'll be fine. As long as I either eat or pass out in the next two minutes. -_-;;;
sounds like michelle branch, "drop in the ocean"
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Thursday, September 27, 2001
*beams* Tou-chan wrote me today.
Oi! Tooru! You read this? Or is it happy-magic-coincidence time? *waves to Tou-chan just in case*
Now if I could just find the fucking graphic I've been looking for for three days. *dies*
sounds like michelle branch, "set me free"
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Wednesday, September 26, 2001
I, um....have absolutely nothing to say. Not that I ever do, really, but this time I'm aware of it. And I want to say something. I just....I feel like blogging. *scratches head* Weird.
Oooh. Someone on the BmB ML just suggested Jaye Davidson as Vanyel for a Last Herald Mage movie. Lovely thought. Dunno that there'd be enough cloth to mop up the resulting drool, tho. Hmm....
Downloaded a lot of j-pop last night...ended up deleting half of it. *lol* I was just so pleased to find working mp3 links, that I didn't even care that I'd never listened to most of the bands. I guess I just figured that if I hated it, I could delete it, and if I liked it, then it was all of the good. Too bad so much of it was bad j-rock. Blyeh. Oh, well. Got a couple new Luna Sea songs out of it, so YAY!
Bah. I want Tou-chan to email me back. Tou-chaaaaaan! Dontchu wanna make your kitty smile? ;_;
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Tuesday, September 25, 2001
There's something wonderful about a guy who'll find you Gundam Wing yaoi at two in the morning, even tho he doesn't like the stuff himself, just because you're unhappy and don't feel well. *hugs tight* Arigato, Michael!
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Monday, September 24, 2001
SHIBFUCKINGTASTIC!
Hello, and welcome to my happy. *bounces* Mel redid our bloggies. We match. ^^ Isn't she just a total goddess? WHEEEEEEEEE!! Melly is my Jill-sama, yessum, is! Also, check out her new and improved personal page, Sans Pants. *lol* Love the shit out of her....
Aaaaaand in other Happies! news...John Schneider will now be making weekly forays into my telly as Clark Kent's dad on Smallville. Mmmmm, Cheeks-sama....
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Saturday, September 22, 2001
"Jack?"
"Daniel."
"You you?"
"Yeah. You?"
"What?"
"Nevermind."
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In the span of three days, I've watched two movies with Christian Kane in them, neither of which I was aware he was in beforehand, and both of which had him in highly slashable roles. Although, to be fair, The Broken Hearts Club is about a bunch of gay guys, so the slash factor was kind of a gimme. Crossfire Trail, on the other hand....I need about eight other people to rent it just so they can tell me I was not imagining the fact that Kane's character and the Irish guy were heavily into each other.
Now, I'll be honest. My mom picked it out. She likes Tom Selleck. However, he's lick, and I'm a big fan of anyone who manages to age beautifully, so I didn't mind watching it with her. And yes, it is a TV movie. And yes, it is based on a Louis L'Amour novel. And yes, it is trite and highly, highly queer. But its diverting, and it has its moments, and dear lord, won't somebody write some JT/Rock fic?? Megs-chan? I'll give you a cookie! *whimpers* Please?
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Friday, September 21, 2001
I think my favorite one is "I will not do that thing with my tongue."
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Thursday, September 20, 2001
There's lightning outside. Which technically means I should get my ass offline, and off the computer. But y'know, fuck it, cause I'm upset and I feel oogy, and there are times when small, petty revenge is the way to go.
And by the way, all this bullshit with discussing and analyzing and fucking arguing over Sept. 11 in blogs and message boards, it fucking needs to stop. STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. It happened, move on, stop picking at the fucking wound already, and just accept that Bush is in charge, and whatever will happen, will happen. Jeezus. Fucking obsessive, anal-retentive retards, the lot of you.
*sighs* So much for logging on to cheer myself up, ne?
sounds like queen, "heaven for everyone"
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Wednesday, September 19, 2001
My Alternative Name :: Faded Lush
My Blues Name :: Sweet Mama Jenkins
My Classical Name :: Francis Inyorope
My Country Name :: Dotti DoSeeDo
My Electronic Name :: Elise Echo
My Hip-Hop Name :: Panty Rade
My Jazz Name :: Lotta Lix
My Metal Name :: Jade Von Tramp
My Pop Rock Name :: Tara Diddle
My World Name :: Ital Misty
What's Your Rock Star Name?
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Went to Mel's for a few days. I spent most of it with my face in a tissue, due to an allergy uprising, but for the most part it was pretty shib. Watched some queer romantic movies. Got to see the first 7 eps of Inu Yasha, which needs must be owned by everyone, and spent an hour bellowing at Here is Greenwood, volume one. I don't care what they say, Shinobu and Mitsuru are so violently together. >.<
I also got started on Resident Evil: Nemesis, which I surprisingly did not suck at. Mel and I have been wanting matching sites for a while, and thru a series of strange and obsessive events decided to have matching Resident Evil blogs, which Mel is designing (insert insane, grinning bounces here). Anyway, the search for piccies led to me just being in an RE-type mood, and while she was putzing on the comp, I decided I wanted to play one, despite my intense inability to manuever and thus my repeated violent death whenever I try to play the first one. So, I allowed her to choose one, and she popped in Nemesis, which was possibly based on a desire to see me twitch violently, but I ended up being okay at it. I could, like, walk and shoot and wasn't dying. O.O;
Except, y'know, when Nem would show up and start choking me in some cramped, bloody alley. ¬_¬
Still, tho. Very shibby. And I like it when I manage to play games that I suck at. Except now I'm home and want to play more, and besides not having the game myself, I am also lacking in a Dreamcast. T_T
On the upside, my dad's spending the day in Philly with his siblings. Hooyaw!
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Saturday, September 15, 2001
*smiles softly, whispering* Ultra-Shibby.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Today is deeply surreal. I wake up, make some food, and turn on the telly to find that the World Trade Center is gone, a whole lot of people are dead, and the country is freaking out. And then I look out my window, and there's just this quiet, cozy little cul de sac, with a cool breeze and someone across the way doing yardwork. It doesn't seem like this should be the same world.
And I feel evil, cause all I care about is that Muuie and Joey-sama are okay. And hopefully Mel's aunt is, too. I can't seem to care about anyone else, except to please please let any and all deaths have been quick.
Song for Today -- Is This The World We Created...? by Queen
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Monday, September 10, 2001
As is often the case when Megs links something in her blog, I find myself following it, and being anywhere from mildly intrigued to vastly entertained. Faboo thing about Megs -- she's never boring. I think possibly boring is afraid of her.
Anyway, I followed along again today, because the idea of a weblog twin -- particularly one found via Selectsmart -- just seemed...I dunno....neat. If utterly bizarre. Apparently mine is Zannah, of usr/bin/girl. Um...I think I might be flattered....
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Sunday, September 09, 2001
*finishes reading Rebel Missives 12 and proceeds to run about, making loud, incomprehensible noises of glee, exhaltation, and just general pleased-ness*
Lori & Wolfling. Still the best thing to happen to Star Wars since Obi-Wan's walk. *eg*
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*giggling madly* Maybe its cause I just woke up, but this is the funniest thing I've read in far too long. Not to mention a nominee for Best Shit Ever.
Thanks for sharing, Mel. *glomp*
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Saturday, September 08, 2001
Dude, I've just been posting like mad over at RoseRev. Tou-chan's back! We are making much with the smutness!!
Yeah, alright, I'm sane.
Oh! Also, Misama has a pita now. Its like a blog you can fold, and eat!
Aaaaaand, again with the sane....
sounds like glay, "be with you"
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Friday, September 07, 2001
Ok, see, this site is just really cool....assuming of course that you can move beyond the fact that she despises Touga and loves Akio. Which I not only don't understand, but find rather painful.
I will admit, Akio has a cooler entrance into the series than Touga does. This isn't hard. Touga's first line, after all, involves calling Utena "baby." >.< And I will also admit that I don't understand liking Akio at all....let's see, ugliest guy in the series, evil, no conscience, no heart, no soul, worse fashion sense than fucking Mamoru (who I adore, don't get me wrong, but could Mamo-chan dress? Oh, HELL no. That's what his past-self was for). He also prays on emotionally damaged teenagers, and every major wrong that occurs in the series is a result of his manipulations (although I suppose some people find that level of power sexy....?). Oh, and let's not forget Akio's demonic car. *twitch* But still, most people who like Akio, also like Touga. They're a lot alike, once you get past the whole "I am a sister-raping, child-molesting, self-proclaimed devil" thing Akio has going.
I mean, they're both heartless, manipulative bastards. The main difference is that Akio cranks up the charm, acts like some benevolent mentor type, and then proceeds to rip your dreams, life, and hope away while you're not looking, all on a quest to get back power that he can never recover so long as he keeps behaving like that. Touga, on the other hand, is very in-your-face with his seductive, manipulative ways. He's cruel in word and deed, in a twisted effort to make those close to him stronger, and if you actually, I don't know, pay attention to the series, you see that when he's cruelest....he is, in fact, lecturing himself.
I don't know. Maybe she doesn't like gorgeous, injured redheads. Or maybe I'm sucked in by hurt little boys with big blue eyes. And y'know....I'm probably taking it too seriously, anyway.
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I kind of want to work on my Touga/Miki shrine. I have graphical issues with it, tho. It requires a good bit of work, and more inspiration than I generally have. I mean, have you ever tried to find pics of Touga and Miki together? Ugh. All the time the council spends together, you'd think they'd up in the same fram occasionally. >.<
Bah. Maybe Spun has a copy of the Labyrinth soundtrack cheap. Then I'd have good T/M music to work to......
sounds like enya, "only time"
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Wednesday, September 05, 2001
Well, that was fucking balls.
Entrenched in a lovely little Xena/Gabs first-time fic, two-thirds of the way thru a download (by the way, if you're into anime music videos, Kestrel rocks. I especially recommend...well, all of them, really ^^;;), and I decide to go down to the kitchen and get some water. Once there, I get sucked in by the delish peaches we've been getting from that little Mormon fruit stand down the way, and decide to cut a couple up into a bowl to take with me. When I return, the computer has gone into rest mode...it seems to do this whenever it damn well pleases, and not at any pre-set time frame. But today when I move the mouse, the screen comes back on to reveal that the fucking thing has gone into DOS mode. >.<
Now, as with most computers, the Gateway's circuits are lubricated with the spent seed of numerous hellspawn, so it will simply sit and laugh at any attempt to return to Windows. You want back, kids, you have to reboot. I swear, if I ever meet the dark lords that created this thing, I am going to insert their heads so far into their asses that they can see out their navels.
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Tuesday, September 04, 2001
Ok, so apparently Kenn has his own blog now. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this information. I mean, I check the thing periodically, but its not like he gets much chance to write in it, so....
I'm actually not sure where that sentence was going. o.O;
But, like, am I supposed to add him to my links? Cause I don't see that happening. Course, that could change, I guess. I'm not really sure what the criteria is for being one of The Beloveds....although currently, they are all females who I adore for one reason or another.
Who? Whom? Who. Whom. Eh, it doesn't matter. Even if "whom" is the correct form, its pretentious and I always hated that word. Not because of its pretention, really. There are some pretentious words that I like. Its just that "whom" is not one of them. And I just completely lost the topic there, didn't I?
sounds like the pixies, "wave of mutilation"
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Monday, September 03, 2001
Blogger is scaring me at the mo.
But, um....I fixed the title, so yay, me.
I deeply desire a Coke.....
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When good blogs go bad! On the next Geraldo!!
Ok, well, that probably showed my age more than even posting my birthdate does.....
Um. I was bored. And dQ has had Lucy's lovely ass on it since April. So....this happened. I need to fix it the title image, tho, cause I don't think I'm going to change the name, after all. Or not just yet, anyways.
So here's to headcolds, depression, periods, missing your best friend like mad, and fearing the wrath of imbeciles all at the same time. For truly, the gods have one evil fucking sense of humor.....
sounds like david bowie, "china girl"
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Explain something to me. Back in July, I had a copy of El Hazard - the Alternative World vol. 3 up for auction. On July 11th, someone used the "Buy It Now" option. As soon as I recieved notice of this, I sent an email containing the payment info. Two weeks later, having recieved neither payment nor a response, I sent a payment reminder thru eBay, once again containing the payment info. A couple weeks after that, I notified eBay that there was still no response, and no payment. Two more weeks, and I let them know that there was still nothing, and requested a refund for their sale comission be made to my account. Then, on August 29, I get an email from the person. They lost my address, and could I please send it again?
Now. Riddle me this....what kind of brain damage do these actions require??
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Saturday, September 01, 2001
My head feels weird.
I was playing Evil Dead: Hail to the King this morning, and I was getting my butt kicked in the back yard. I just couldn't seem to use the chainsaw. Which is funny, because now I have an instruction booklet, and the last time I played it, I didn't, and yet I worked the chainsaw like a pro. o.O;;
And what the hell was Aly Hannigan thinking when she did this to her head?? I mean, she's still faring better than Sarah, who seems to have become anorexic in her pic, or Emma, poor dear, who appears half-man in hers. But if I was Joss, my first reaction upon seeing Aly's new look, would've been to turn to whoever stood closest to me, and offer them a raise and a promotion if they would bitch-slap her for me.
Of course, this could just be a result of the current weirdness my head is engaged in. *stares at pic for a long time, then twitches* No, no, its not my head, its Aly.
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