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.
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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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An entry composed of many topics, addressed in varying tones
12/2/2004 01:10:40 AM
"Arabella ... took up the inquiries in a gentler style and soon got out of Henry the following information - that Miss Watkins had only lately removed to the neighbourhood of Great Hitherden - that her Christian name was Sophronia - that she lived with her guardians, Mr and Mrs Swoonfirst (persons to whom she was distantly related) - and that she was fond of reading (though Henry could not say precisely what) - that her favourite colour was yellow - and that she had a particular dislike of pineapples." - Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke.
In a hypocritical but highly Canadian tone: I am much relieved to finally have snow. We went through all of November with no proper snow - and after I went to such lengths to find new boots - and there is something deeply Canadian about the urge to complain about weather. If it is hot, it is too hot. Cold, too cold. And, conversely, if it is warm and comfortable when it should be freezing and miserable, then that isn't any good either. So now there's snow, although not in any great quantity - I can still see the tops of grass when I look from my window, if it's light out. Which means at least now I'll be able to complain about something properly Canadian, like the cold, and stop complaining about how it -isn't- cold.
In a rather snide and assholeish tone: I hope President Bush gets snowed on, and is very cold. Even if I think the 10,000 Canadians protesting his visit in Ottawa (I believe - I can't imagine 10,000 Canadians could spare time to protest in the Maritimes) are participating in political action that is not only meaningless and futile (far more of his own citizens protested against him, and that did not affect him one iota), but is reflecting badly on Canada as a nation, as, whatever we may think of him and his policies, and his horrible, horrible actions, he is still a lawfully elected politician and a guest in our country. Alas.
In a moody and self-loathing tone: I got back my essay on Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, and I only got 77%, which is massively disappointing. Because the essay was crap, but I've gotten better marks on things that were just as much crap, and unless I'm writing the damn thing the day before the hand-in date, I feel anything below 80% is a badge of shame that makes me question why I study in this field which I particularly loathe in the first place. I wonder if he mark is a reflection on how much I hate Heart of Darkness, or literary criticism in general. Or maybe feminist criticism in particular. Possibly a combination of all three. The hate does make it difficult to get involved with the paper. But I also hated Jane Austen's Persuasion and got 85% or so on that essay, so maybe hate isn't the key. Or maybe I just suck this year.
In a fangirly tone which might cause some to doubt my asexuality: Gilmore Girls tonight was one of the most delightful things ever, and I feel completely justified in letting this series suck me into it's deadly and girly maw. Because Danny Strong as Doyle is just too beautiful for words, and not just because Danny Strong is too beautiful for words. Doyle had moment after fabulous moment with Paris, and I can't believe they kept cutting their interaction off in favour of following Rory and her bartender-bitch, or watching Luke and Lorelai bicker stupidly. Because -Doyle- was a world of fabulousness and general wonderfulness, with his sarcasm and general evil and the robe and the pen fairy! As an added bonus, the rich Rory suitor who reminds me of Kou-chan, Logan, was around, acting like a total and delightful maniac. He is also known as Logan, He With a Last Name of Bad Cheese, and Logan, He With Enough Money to Not Buy Purple Turtlenecks, Dammit, and he is very pretty. Very, very pretty. And charming. Oh, so charming. And yet Rory's probably going to get with bartender-bitch anyway, even though Logan's infinitely cooler. I mean, come on, if a guy stormed into one of my classes (especially a boring one) and staged a skit in which he declared his undying love for me? I'd be completely willing to break my rule of asexuality. That's just too charming for words. Or maybe I'm weird.
Oh, Belgium
11/29/2004 09:26:09 PM
"Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as roommates. Evil roommates, though!" - Tycho, Penny Arcade.
Reading Neil Gaiman's blog today, where, among other things, he answered a question about his rewriting process. ANd in his explanation, he talked about reading his story and noticing things like having put Paris in Belgium, and wondering if anyone else would notice.
All I could think of was Jonathan Strange moving churches and cities and mountains and forests around in Spain during the war, and then forgetting to put them back.
. . . I think I've been reading too much.
Fairly certain this is not a bad thing, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
