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Permalink 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!
Permalink *smiles softly, whispering* Ultra-Shibby.
Permalink 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
Permalink 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….
Permalink *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*
Permalink *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*
Permalink 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”
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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”
Permalink 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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