ReadingLirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
Upcoming Things of Importance January 5 First day of classes January 14 Birthday party January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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8/24/2002 10:27:19 PM
Meimi makes me die of laughter.
I must download episode thirty-three now. Isumi has fine fashion sense in the manga, at least, compared to the teenaged boys, but I suppose being animated offers a whole new realm of horror and hideous fashion possibilities.
-Such- fun.
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I went shopping yesterday. I did -not- get a fire shirt. A fire shirt, btw, for those who haven't heard me ramble none stop about them, are those shirts you see wannabe punk teenage boys wearing. Button down tees and such, that have a flame pattern on them. I want a black one, with red and orange flames along the bottom. No, I don't have one yet. No, I don't care if they're designed for teenaged boys. I already dress like a teenaged boy most of the time, if I'm going to do it, I may as well do it well.
What I ended up getting was two pairs of black slacks that are identical to a pair I already own, with the exception that they don't have a hole in the crotch, and aren't that weird dark dark dark brown colour that black clothing eventually becomes after much wearing, sunlight, and the occaisional contact with soap and water.
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I realize I never really reported much on my second day of forced socialization thanks to Thea. It was okay. I'm bad in the company of more than a few people, especially when I don't really know any of them. Yes, even amongst geeks, I am socially inept and need some serious courses in remedial conversation.
Nothing can really beat the sheer geeky caffeine and sugar and sleep-deprived induced glory of "Stump the Jen" and there was a rather disturbing point when I thought we were all going to die.
I don't like being on highways at night.
Eventually people were delivered to their sleep chambers and Thea and I went back to my hermitage, where we were both ridiculously slap-happy and insane in that sleep-deprived kind of way. There was random talking, and reading of Boy Meets Boy, Hikaru no Go (Both: What -is- that round thing on Ogata's desk?! - we later found out that it was an ashtray), and later, we watched the first three episodes of the Hikaru no Go anime. There was much fangirling over Sai and much giggling/cooing over Akira. And far too much staring at the screen and being unable to move when we already know what happens for the next forty-some episodes. We later indulged in watching one of the episodes from the pro exam, the Isumi versus Hikaru one. Much fangirling over Isumi, and much giddy squealing over Waya, although that was entirely on my part. Perhaps it shall be done again.
Thea left around six in the morning, and I went to sleep around seven, and was up two hours later. So, if I was particularly bitchy to anyone around that time, well, that's why. No sleep for Ingrid.
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I went out driving today with mum, in the standard with the dying fanbelt. You would not believe how easy it is to shift gears when you're driving with someone who -doesn't- yell at you. I managed to do it about ten times, going from neutral to first. Tomorrow we'll go out again and try to start in reverse.
I also had to do the sound at a Phillipino wedding today. Very pretty, if slightly chaotic, because Pete is a total dumbass who can't do shit right . . . Anyway ^^; It was nice, everyone was very nice, and it's cool being at something where there's maybe three caucasians in total, if we're generous and count the scripture reader and the guy playing the guitar Very cool, for a backwater like Prince Albert.
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I've been able to watch some anime lately, although Keiichi's protesting. I'm going to have to fight with the burner sometime soon, and maybe see if dad has a nice video card lying around going to waste that we could install, because the amount of lag in things like Hikaru no Go is beginning to piss me off mightily, no matter how funny it is to hear Waya's voice coming from Isumi's mouth.
Obviously, I've been watching Hikaru no Go which is just as delightful in anime form as it is in manga form, although episode eight seems to hate me and makes media player die a slow and painful death. I cheerfully revel in episodes with a high insei concentration, because that means there'll be Waya and Isumi. Waya! Bliss for me. It's really a great series. Bizarre to think that I now consider my favourite manga to be one about -go-.
I got to watch the first episode of Cowboy Bebop. Maaaan, it looks good too. I'm going to look into it further, see where it goes. Spike is coooool.
Pretear (blame goes to Meimi) is really good too. It's great. I gush, joy joy! So preeeeeeety!
Seriously, I'm six episodes in, and it seems to have incredible depth, especially considering that it's a magical girl series. Most of my experience with magical girl series are things like Sailor Moon, which I never found very interesting, and Card Captor Sakura, which is hardly the same thing. Pretear, though, is great. The characters are wonderful and carry whatever the plot will be with remarkable smoothness. To explain what I feel about the series so far I'd have to loko at the characters, because the characters are usually what make-or-break a series for me.
Himeno: Wow. This girl's great. I was initially rather paranoid, I mean, pink hair, that has to be a bad sign. But she's -wonderful-. So gutsy and not a total dumbass and she actually wants to be Pretear and is trying to be better, instead of letting her seven bishounen do all the work for her. She's inquisitive and energetic and passionate and wonderfully loveable. I've heard that you're always harder on representatives of whatever group you're a part of. Which might explain why female characters in shoujo are frequently the most hated by the female fans. Himeno has to be the most loveable lead character in a shoujo series I've seen since Honda Tohru in Fruits Basket.
Mawata: Himeno's step-sister is so cool and cold, and I'm just betting she has some overall importance to the plot. She can't just be some side character, she's around too much to be some kind of throwaway, and her infatuation with Sasame definitely suggests deeper involvement with Himeno and the Knights. She's so beautifully sad, too . . .
The Knights are . . . impressive, I guess, although some have less personality than others, on of the downfalls of large series like this, but there's still seven episodes to go, so who knows what'll happen before the end of the series.
Hayate: Cold, icy, sarcastic, and obviously Himeno's main love interest. I'm not sure where I stand with him. He seems pretty cool, but some of the stuff he does makes me want to smack him upside the head. He's obviously got some history with the main baddie, though . . .
Sasame: He's nice. Really nice. Really nice. Obviously, far too nice. Something about his attitude suggests he may not be a totally true and loyal knight. A very suspicious air about him, for all that he's totally sympathetic and kind to Himeno - when she's around, at least.
Kei: Don't really like his character design and there doesn't seem to be much to him. He's a very private kind of guy, who doesn't appear much outside of battles. One of the great things, btw, is how -short- the battles are. Hee. Anyway, onward.
Goh: Like Kei, he hasn't been developed much, but I like him despite the fact. Jinxer would say this is because he's my type. I like his loud exhuberance and his tendency to beat on Mannen, and his genki genki attitude. Very like Kentarou of Duklyon in both attitude and character design. Only less, um, gay.
Mannen: I'm embarassed, but I have to say, he's my favourite of the Knight's. He's so cute and obnoxious and loud and trying to be adult and super controlling and left out of the loop, being one of the younger Knights and apparently having appeared after whatever happened to the last Pretear. I wonder if there was a previous Ice Knight, and what happened to him.
Hajime: This kid doesn't even -talk-, as a rule. And his character designs kind of blah.
Shin: Cute, quiet, dewy eyed crybaby. Like Hajime, he's just kind of there, but he's cuter.
Himeno's crazy romance-obsessed friend is funny, her disturbing pink haired step-sister scares me witless, the maid Mikage is sweet but I wonder about her . . ., and Himeno's father and step-mother are rather intriguingly essential to the plot, I think, despite the fact that they're mostly played for laughs.
I really really like and I'm going to try my best to get the rest of the series. I just -have- to see how this ends, and I rather wish there were more, because thirteen episodes seems to limiting.
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Today, all over the place and extremely loud. Ah, hooray for unpredictability.
8/22/2002 01:21:49 PM
"Every country is like a particular type of person. America is like a belligerent adolescent boy, Canada is like an intelligent thirty-five-year-old woman." - Douglas Adams
Flipped open the Star Phoenix while eating lunch, just a few minutes ago. There's a list of the hundred greatest Britons of all time.
The one who makes me burn with fiery rage and hatred is listed.
J. K. Rowling.
Who, I thought, was Scottish.
Guess who isn't on the list!
P. G. Wodehouse, Terry Pratchett, and Douglas Noel Adams.
That kind of thing is -inexcusable-! If you have Jane Austen listed, you should list P. G. Wodehouse, the man was a fscking marvel. You list J. K. Rowling the evil hell wench who has all the originality of a pet rock and you don't list Terry Pratchett, who was, until Rowling came on the scene, Britan's best selling living author? You don't list Douglas Adams, the man who showed the world you can be funny -and- tell a story?! What the hell are you thinking?!
Man, I hate these lists. They make me want to kill.
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Magpies in Regina tested positive for West Nile virus, sigh.
At least it isn't an e coli outbreak.
Jean Chrétien has announced plans to retire in eighteen months. Yeah, right, pull the other one, Jean, it has bells on. If by some twisted miracle of fate, Jean -does- genuinely retire, I fear I'm going to be in a position where I don't know the name of a single leader of any of our political parties.
Who's the guy that took over for Bouchard? That happened -years- ago. Who's the guy they elected over Doris Day? Have the conservatives and the NDP even replaced Joe and Alexa yet?
Hey, Stephen's busy, someone has to do the politikal blogging ^_^
8/19/2002 10:43:38 PM
Ko-sama I love you. Keiichi fanart is something the world always needs more of. To make up for those damn evil bitch wenches . . . ~growls~
I hereby declare that CLAMP shall henceforth never appear on one of my blog layouts until those evil wenches do a colour picture of one Segawa Keiichi. Or, at least, have him show up in the manga again. This is my vow. ~poses~
Oh, yes, nice to see you back, Ko-sama. ^^;
8/18/2002 05:31:10 PM
A delightful tale written by myself, Thea, Caitlin, Megan, and Dice. Enjoy.
A Happy Day in Hell It was another day in hell. Birds' skeletons wer singing, the smell of sulphur was in the air, and the three-headed demon beast of Vrxank ws devouring the blood of deflowered virgins. He continued his way down, and passed Ampatitar ripping the tonsuer out of a Man-of-God, one hair at a time. Further down, the wings of an angel were being prepared for the mass orgy that was to follow the evening of torture and violence. Sandra the Archdemon enjoyed torture-orgy night so much. She brought yellow happy faces and pasted them all over. "Argh, the pain, the suffering," said the soul. "Make it stop."
But it would not stop. The pain seared through her very . . . uh, soul. The hell-bunnies would not stop gnawing on the poor tormented soul. Eye goo was good, everyone liked eye goo and every one was happy go lucky, it was crazy go nuts.
"What the hell!?" exclaimed Driskinflux the Terrible Skin Disease. "That makes absolutely no sense! How are we supposed to cause you unholy pain and torture when you say something like that, you eyeless toad!?" And so it was said to the Rowlings-pseudo-author by the Ingrid, as a fine excruciating death was heaped upon her by small evil arrogent young boys. And the land rejoiced for there would be no Potter-paraphenalia produced anymore. She also killed Guthrie, who went to hell so no-one was happy anymore. Then they sent him after he squishy dodo ball where his soul was lost a long way from people he could trust. His soul was trapped with the demons and monkey-trainers for all eternity.
Eye goo was something only ogers ate.
8/18/2002 05:06:49 AM
"Mmmmmm. Satan in chocolate sauce." - Thea
"Every morning I wake up and the first thing I think is 'Boy, I'm glad I'm not Megan!" - Ingrid
