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Fanlistings, Cliques, and Other Stuff

Reading Lirael, 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

Ninja and Roommate
Crack for Crack
Story and Art Journal
Mythical Detective Loki Screencap Recaps
Prince of Tennis Screencap Recaps

Previous Games

American Gods
Carnival of Bargain Madness
Grumpy Gamer
The International House of Mojo
Logic and Chaos
Worm Blog

scented // midnight rain

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.


10/18/2002 11:43:35 PM
Have a biology test on, um, Halloween. Just in case you were wondering if I was going to bother doing anything like dressing up.

I'm not.

10/17/2002 11:20:26 PM
Meimi, dear, you're nuts. But, we still love you. ~hugs~

10/17/2002 11:17:34 PM
Oh, and it's snowed. Covering.

10/17/2002 11:07:02 PM
Stuff's happened . . .

But really, this is most important.

It's from my physics text book.

"In a science fiction novel two enemies, Bonzo and Ender, are fighting in outer space. From stationary positions they push against each other. Bonzo flies off with a velocity of + 1.5 m/s, while Ender recoils with a velocity of -2.5 m/s. Without doing any calculations, decide which person has the greater mass. Give your reasoning."

We laughed.

I'm sure other things happened . . . but they don't really matter.

I bought two bags of cookies and three boxes of tea. I got out a book by Joan Vinge that I have to take back, and "Posession" by A. S. Byatt. Haven't started it yet.

. . . I'm sick.

There ends my tale.

10/14/2002 11:53:15 PM
KamuixShinji. He doesn't need a robot to crush, kill, and destroy, and he gets a male seiyuu.

10/14/2002 11:51:07 PM

10/14/2002 11:50:35 PM
Work tomorrow. Blah. Teaching Paul more geometry (fsck), and decided to do stuff on biomes, after I found out the word from Stephen.

Nothing much happened today - didn't get to see my best friend because her cat was having explosive diarhhea. Seriously. Apparently, it splattered on the wall while they were cleaning up the original mess.


My little brother is, apparently, a trend setter. It's very bellweatherian. He's sometimes a lazy dumbass, and wears his pajamas to school (pajama bottoms and a t-shirt). He wore them to church, once. And now, it seems, all the little kiddies at his school are doing the same thing.

Anyone want to tell me if they see any young teenagers going around in public wearing obvious nightware?

10/13/2002 10:53:31 PM

10/13/2002 10:52:29 PM
Ko, your latest Keiichi picture is divine. And, I am given unspeakable relief by the fact that it's rather FuumaxKeiichiish, making it the only other piece of art featuring the two of them that I've seen someone draw. It makes my shame seem a good deal smaller.

Catching up with my books to be reviewed backlog, slowly. If bell was here, I'd kick her in the head and try to get her to write a review of something for Logic and Chaos, too. I know she's read -something- since August. Ahem. Go, click the linky on the sidebar, it will bring you to joy. Or not.

Let's see . . . happy thanksgiving to Canadians. 'cause, I dunno, some of them like it, or something, and it's a holiday. Yay! Holidays! I'm not a fan of turkey. There's too much of it (leftovers for a -week-) and very little of that is dark meat. I'm a goose fan. Mmmmm. Goose. Thankfully, we're spared the pain of pumpkin pie in my house because no one but, perhaps, my mum, likes it. We have pumpkin cheesecake instead. Now -that's- good eating.

If you ever get married - do me and the rest of the world a favour. Spend that extra money and agree with the church you're having the ceremony in to use their organist, for the love of god! The country music will make my -head- explode, and I hate wrestling with the damn tape player during the ceremony. If you aren't being married in a church, well, then, you aren't my problem.

On the bright side (comparatively) one of the bridesmaids at the wedding in question was really hot. Heh. ^_^

Finished part twenty of Life of an Omnyouji, just in time for Fiora's birthday. Yes, I was proud, and I've already started no the next part.

Other than that, unremarkable weekend so far. I went driving a couple times in Bel Thorne (Mark II), which was hellish with Dad, as always, and okay with Mum, except for that part where, you know, I kind of turned into a busy intersectino rather too fast . . . Played go with Stephen (I can whup his ass now with a five stone handicap, just like with the computer), then some online pool, where . . . I lost. A lot. But it was very fun, and much swearing resulted. Yay!

Didn't get -much- reading done. I finished On Basilisk Station, though, the first Honor Harrington book. You know what? I didn't want to kick Honor's face in, not once. A perfectly fine main character, although I found her executive officer, Alistair McKeon more interesting and had far more in common with him, and had my heart captured by one Lieutenant Andreas Venizelos. Weber has something going for him, if he can convey enough of a character to interest me by one little scene. If you've read and are curious about what I'm referring to - his first customs inspection aboard an Havenite ship.

And, I'll leave you with a quote that made me giggle. '"Excuse me, Captain," Major Isvarian said in a very careful voice, "but did I just hear you ask the bosun to find you fifteen smugglers to man our customs flights?"'