Saturday, September 13, 2008
(1:03 pm PT) - Wedding bells (no, not mine)
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Monday, August 18, 2008
(7:06 pm PT) - Ye merry stuff, I hast it.
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From my lovely Mirchan:
3 doujinshi: LoZ with Link/Dark Link overtones, LotR with some beautiful shading in the second half, and last but not least, PotC with wet Jack, wet Will, and a happy me at the end. Miry, keeping the card, but got jacked for my penguin pen. ^^ But I loved it all, thanks, luv!
Mom got me the ever popular bday panties, which are second only to Xmas panties. (Running family joke, just know we're weird and call it a day.)
Myself (because yes, I buy myself stuff): Professor Layton & the Curious Village, and Apollo Justice, even if I hate what they did to Phoenix. Oh yes, and comics. (Marvel, please, did you really have to do Miss Sinister? Graaaah.)
T'was ironic, or perhaps I'm just 'that' predictable, both mom and Miry got me a PotC card. Not dupes, but much Depp. Not that I'm complaining.
And now I go to figure out where this will fit.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
(5:34 pm PT) - memeage
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1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyricto your current favourite song, your favourite kind of sandwich, or maybe your favourite game. Any remark, meaningless or not.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your
Before I begin, flist on LJ getting the feed, comment at Locuran or at my IJ if you have one instead. If you comment in the feed at LJ, I won't get it. With IJ you can use that weird OpenID from your LJ at least.
To answers.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
(9:48 pm PT) - See, now you made me all sappy and stuff!
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Gah, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a bad Halmark card. So just have a hug instead, and pretend I was never sentimental.
♥ ::hugs:: ♥
Monday, January 24, 2005
(8:33 pm PT) - seeking two other fates/moirae
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(There, hopefully that will mark this as one of those posts where I'm looking for a response of some sort.)
Don't know how many keep up with that aspect of my projects, but I know I've mentioned my working on a tarot script for some time now. Well the script itself isn't really the problem, nor what's been taking me so long. No, what I've been procrastinating over was the interpretations themselves.
Were I sticking to my daily card forecast, this would be relatively easy. But silly me, I opted for the simple 3-card spread, and that takes a bit more work. Each of the 78 cards need six interpretations, two in each position. Why two? Because there's two ways to read that spread: past, present, future, or question, obstacles, outcome.
Total, I'll need to write 468 interpretations for one 78 card deck.
Yeah, you see why I'm procrastinating.
Then I got slapped, (literally), by inspiration. Most the people who I know through this medium are well learned. So I'm sure you know about the Fates as spoken in Greek mythology. It really sounds lovely (least to me) when I think about this.
So to the point, I'm looking for two others, (preferably female), to help with the interpretations. Each will deal with the interpretation of the card as it relates to a particular position. One person reads the deck through for the first position, one for the second, et cetera. As to the deck itself, I'm currently working with the Vision Quest tarot, but I have all the images on my HD and will gladly zip and share. Another deck (personal favourite) is the reprint of the Elemental Tarot. (I know the reprint is inferior to the original, but it's still a wonderful deck.) I thought I'd start with the Vision Quest for this particular script, then add more decks as time and finance permits.
(One deck I'm getting soon would be the Londa Tarot deck. The art appeals to me.)
So that's it in a nutshell. If you would like to help, or even know someone you think would be willing, comment or contact me. Thanks.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
(12:01 pm PT) - Need input/suggestions
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I have six backgrounds now, and six on the way. I'm putting out a request for anyone who wants to look through them and offer their suggestions on what type of audio would work best. Just drop a comment here at Locuran if you're inclined.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
(11:57 am PT) - Needing a little harmony indoors.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2004
(8:14 pm PT) - random enlightenment
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Saturday, May 29, 2004
(8:42 pm PT) - More fic/fandom ranting
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See, the majority of yaoi/shounen-ai fics are using canon characters. Canon. Remember that. What I have a problem with is, usually with shounen-ai series, there are not that many canon female characters, so in order to write a het based fic, an original character is introduced.
And usually falls into the realm of Mary Sue.
If given a choice between reading a Touma-Mika fic, or reading a Yuki-OC fic just because the writer can't bear the thought of him being in a homosexual relationship, guess which one I'm going for, hands down?
I don't have a problem with canon het fics. I don't make a habit of reading them, but I don't have a knee-jerk reaction of gagging on my lunch the same way I would with an OC introduction. Especially when it's obvious the only reason they did it is because they couldn't handle the thought of canon homosexuality.
I can't nor won't say this is the case with every single person, but I'm fairly certain that's the more common mindset of when yaoi fan complain about het couples.
Yes, I'll admit, Rinoa of FF8 annoys me to no end. She makes me grit my teeth. To me, she seems like a Mary Sue character a lot of times. Still, she's canon. So I just keep going whenever I see Squall-Rinoa fics.
Seeing Tsuzuki with an OC just because there's no possible way he could ever like Hisoka like that is what makes me want to throw up. At least with yaoi FF8 fics, the other character is going to be canon, so there's less of a chance of the MS syndrome.†
† Obviously this does not count for wildly OOC portrayels thereof.
So you can call it being a hypocrite. I'm more inclined to think it's just a severe case of MS allergies, given the usual ratio of femmes in such series.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
(8:29 am PT) - Decisions, Decisions
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Sometimes that question plagues me when I go to my blog posting page. Sometimes I do wonder if I should take responsibility for those who come here, or get the feed, and think about how my content will impact their day. Do I want to try and make them smile, or ensure they get some brutal honesty? Will I bring them down with comments on the world as it goes off in that handbasket, or annoy them if they already are with random stupidity?
But in the end, the question answers itself. See, if you're bothering to be here or read any of this, it means you want to. And you want to because of whatever I post. Well, when I post, I'm just being myself. So why should I change that?
It doesn't matter. We all have our good and bad days. We share in these through our journals. Some of us prefer posting more about the good, or the humourously stupid. Others need to rant, a lot. Life just gets like that sometimes.
And that's also the answer, because no matter what I'm posting about at the time, it's most likely a reflection of what's going on in my life for the moment. And boy, we all know how unscripted that is.
So if nobody minds, I'll just keep adlibbing.
Friday, January 30, 2004
(7:47 pm PT) - ::pokes brain::
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I've been living in an abstract fear that my creativity is dying off. Off all the things I could lose, I'd rather give my life than my ability to write some kind of fic. Yes, really. It means that much to me, regardless of if I ever set out to get anything published or no.
Quick note to LJers reading this feed. If you get Locuran on your friends page, you know I can't lock any post here. So I also have an LJ, but if you don't friend that and you lock a post, I won't see it. Now if you're happy with
After several bad starts, I finally have a good one for Mina's oh-so-belated SH fic. (Don't worry, Ko-chan, I haven't forgotten you, honest!) Though for some reason, Mille has insisted on calling Marron his, "little love." I don't know why. And Mina, glad you liked the upload at Yaoiville.net.
Domino, do you know where that fic is you mentioned? Also, there seems to be a sale of KoF illustration books at some place called MyGiftWorld.com. Thought you might be interested.
Actually, Ko-chan, I'd been meaning to add those s tags for awhile, just never got around to it. Figured that was incentive enough to toss them in. Now if I could work on threaded comments...
Raine, there's apparently a 2.5 Nucleus beta. Should we toss it on BT? (I'll upgrade mine sometime next week.) Also, can you stop by the wiki and see if there's any plugins that might be good for us to use? Oh yes, setting up the RSS was no trouble, really. Don't worry.
Kit, will you be around tomorrow? Need to get those songs for you. And if you want anything of Varekai, I could give it to you then.
Monday, December 01, 2003
(6:34 pm PT) - Because Mina has such nice ideas to steal
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Only thing, if I don't know the fandom, or it's original characters, you can't crucify me for making anyone OOC.
That's all. If I get any takers, I'll be thoroughly surprised.
Friday, November 07, 2003
(10:19 am PT) - Trading places
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Personally, the age of them being in power ended a long time ago. But it's human nature for a person who has power to want to keep it. The only things to upset this are usually revolutions or coups.
Now, all that being said, I'd like to refer everyone to what I hope will be an eye-opening post to some man out there, which would make it all worthwhile. It's from Kit, and a particular experience she's had while living attending Mills, a Women's College that has some males on (because apparently the graduate program is co-ed by law).
because men should feel what it's like on the other side
Kit, any chance of seeing the letter that sparked the whole thing?
Sunday, October 26, 2003
(6:31 pm PT) - Short and sweet
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Oh yes, and my pictures? No good. However, you can find some nice ones at http://www.geocities.com/sharafanfics/y-con-03/index.html
Okay, let's see...
Best part about today? The nice, quiet, relaxing bus trip. It was really wonderful, and one of the things I look forward to. Moving along, when I arrive, Kit's waiting for me, thankfully. 20 T-shirts is heavy, plus my regular luggage. So she gets me over to the hotel without the need of a taxi (saves me $5). She heads back off to Mills, I roam the lobby for a few, meet some early arrivals as well, then head up to this not-so-4-star room. (It was not worth the price.) It's around then that lovely me gets a depression attack. What a way to start. Okay, extra $11 for internet. I'll bite. Surf surf surf, until I'm finally sleepy/bored enough to go to bed.
Friday
I vaguely remember going out for something, but I forget what. Realise I have a head cold and plan to live off Dayquil for the next three days. Go back to room, surf net, read, basically be bored out of skull until I think it's late enough to go down and register. See that volunteers are needed. Why not? Not like I have anything to do anyway. This works in my favour, as I'm registered early. Eventually, Kit shows up. I suggest doing the same thing. We wind up taking care of anthology preorders for awhile, until I want to go off to the video room. I should mention that I spent most of my time there. Afterwards, we both did volunteer work again. I think we made another trip to the video room. I know Kit took off at one point. I stayed in the video room for a time, then back to my room.
Saturday
Okay, something to look forward to, the Dealer's Room. I know I have an early bird pass, but I remember last year. I secure a spot around 8ish. Kit shows up later and we just wait until the doors open. Oddly enough, I didn't go crazy-go-nuts as I have the last two years. Oh, I did buy. The first table I went to I spent $100+. Speaking of which, there was one table that made me laugh, as the guy believed in advertising. So imagine being in a room, and all of a sudden hearing, "GET YOUR RED HOT, DRIPPING COCKS HERE!"
Mirchan says that's actually her dealer. I like him, he's funny.
So we do the Dealer's Room for a bit, then I think we separate, gets hazy there. I know I have more volunteer work, and there's something I want to see in the video room again. Namely, Ai no Kusabi. I'll refrain from saying anything at this point, as they're only showing part 1, which gives no hint to the emotional trauma waiting for me tomorrow.
Then Kit and I, after getting a wee bit lost, hit Japantown. There's a sushi place there that I love, but damnit, I couldn't eat all of it because of my cold. (It's the same place we went to last yea, Domino.) I think that was the first time Kit was there.
Quick stop at Kinokuniya, because you can't go to Japantown and not pay a visit. I should've gotten that PSoH #3 I saw, but I clucked out, for I am a cheapskate.
Grab a camera before we return, then back to the con, because yes, there's something I want to see at the video room. Then there's the cosplay event, which I'd never gone to before. T'was hilarious. Maybe I can get a digicamcorder for next year instead of just pictures. I think the funniest skit was some GetBackers cosplayers with a Kenshin player. I'm not familiar with GetBackers, but I didn't have to be for this one.
"So what did you lose?"
Kenshin: My virginity. I woke up and it was gone.
Then there was the Yami no Matsuei group, and in an effort to save himself, Tsuzuki calls Byakko and Suzaku, the first of who tackles Hisoka.
I can't remember them all, but suffice it to say the majority involved tackling, kissing, innuendos, and gratuitous use of sexual situations without the removal of clothes.
What could be more fun than that?
Okay, it gets hazy here. I don't know if we separated again or not. I think so, as Kit wanted to crash, and I wanted to hit the video room again. Sue me, it's the only time I can look at anime freely with other perverts--er--like-minded individuals. Around 12:45 am, I rush back up to grab Kit, for everyone should be traumatized by Legend of the Blue Wolf, a.k.a. glowing cones, a.k.a. Jabba the Hut sex.
I believe Kit was suitably scarred.
It's late, we're tired, we're crashing.
Sunday
We get up early because we wanted to see Kaze to Ki no Uta. (I think the English translation of that is Song of the Wind in the Trees, but don't quote me.) It was weird, and that's really all I can say. Trudge back up to go back to sleep. I get up early to head down to the Dealer's Room again. And again I don't go on a spending spree, though I do pick up some lovely Gojyo djs. Problem, they're GojyoSanzo, which in truth I don't have a problem with, but it would have been nice to see some GojyoHakkai.
Putter around Dealer's Room, do some volunteer work, then... then it happens.
I go to see Ai no Kusabi 2.
To all of you, excluding Kit, who saw this anime, I have a question.
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE WARN ME HOW DEPRESSING IT WOULD BE!
I'm calm, really.
More volunteer work, because there's nothing else in the video room. (Indeed, it closes after that.) Trying not to cry as a result. Catch up with Kit to say goodbye. (I wanted to go to Mills with her, but I've a fear of public transportation I'm not familiar with, and I'd have to catch it back on my own.) Make a mad dash to the art auction to snag a decent KH group pic. (If Kairi wasn't in it, it'd be perfect.) Then, after deciding to save money and check out a day early, I just do the volunteer thing until I have to leave. Mainly I stayed at the dealer's door to make sure nobody got in while they closed shop. Talked to some lingering people, including M, got an idea for a costume for next year, which I still have to send into to Miracle for. (I will be Fluffy--er--Sesshomaru!) Am royally pissed because I got a volunteer goodie bag, but I forgot it. Grr.
Unfortunately, the bus trip back was as unpleasant as the one there was nice. I will only take the express route. I can handle 8 hours in the bus, but not 10, while making frequent stops, and definitely not with a head cold.
That's more or less it. I know I'm missing important details, like the Nikki cosplayer, and the Leon one, or the really cute, obviously uke tiger/kitten/Byakko cosplayer (I'm not sure which he was, actually.) But you get the gist of it.
As always, I return with new interests in new anime that I must get. This year, along with the obvious Ai no Kusabi (which I have found fansub files for), there's Mirage of Blaze, and Virus (Virus buster Serge). The later I have 2 thirds of, as a really nice person at the con had an extra copy she got by mistake, and just gave it to me. Most of the new interests can be seen by the new anime wishlist page, as I've changed it around.
Unfortunately, I'm damn horrible with it comes to remembering names, so while I talked to a few people (which is harder than it sounds for yours truly), I can't remember a single name. Oh, I know their face, but not the name. Bummer.
As I said before leaving, this con was on probation. Well, it was ten times better than last year, so I guess I'll be going back in '04.
Oh yeah, Domino, I'll try and scan those covers tomorrow, so you can see if you have them or not.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
(7:38 pm PT) - Social and seeking inspiration
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Domino - Got the sponsorship. Thank you. I mentioned it at BT, but again, let me know which pledge gift you're interested in.
<random> Going to Kuro5hin is about as enjoyable as having my appendix taken out, without anesthesia.
Anyway, I'm looking for inspiration. I want to create virtual poetry cards. Why? Just for the hell of it. But I'm lacking (divine?) inspiration. So if you have a topic, toss it to me. Or even a song, though with the RIAA forcing everyone to suck a massive dick, I may not be able to get it easily.
Second, and another random, I'm designing a tarot deck, very slowly. I've finished the Fool--Soul Seeker--and currently working on the Magician, which will also be called something else. I'm looking at a good couple of months for this, though.
Nothing important, really. Thanks to those who have either sponsored BT or just passed the word along.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
(9:24 pm PT) - LV
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Thursday: Got on the bus. More or less okay ride. Expected to see a tumbleweed at one point when I realized just how much of a desert Nevada is. Then, dear goddess, I got off the bus. Now please understand, when I complain about the heat here, I'm not complaining about two digit weather. I'm complaining because I'm on the second floor, there's no A/C, and there's no insulation. So the only thing that can cool us off are fans, but if the air is hot, we're out of luck. That being said, when I stepped off the bus, I swore up and down it was the bus engine. Ha. I got in around 8:30 pm, and the friggin temp there was 109.
My official welcome to LV
Grabbed a cab, though he wasn't sure where I wanted to go even though I recited the address Domino gave me. He was nice enough, and eventually got me there. (Too bad his A/C wasn't working.) Upon my inspection of the buildings, it dawns on me that Domino's on the third floor. (Thank goddess there was an elevator.) I reach her door just as se was going to come out and wait for me. Nice timing there. And lovely woman, she had the A/C on.
Well not much else there. We ordered Italian (t'was okay), I showed her Soul Reaver (an aquired taste, given all the dialogue) and Sorcerer on the Rocks, then we called it a night. And what a hot night. Again, welcome to Vegas.
Friday: I wake up early. I always do. If I'm home I just go back to sleep later in the morning. I think I played around on her PS2 for a bit. Bit hazy there as I wasn't paying attention. We had a late start, I know that. Then, the dread venture outside. Domino was kind enough to deal with my complaints of the heat, and smart enough to more or less ignore them. /^^; Let's see, we hit a game shop where I grabbed a copy of The Bouncer (to introduce Domino to Kou), we hit a lovely sushi buffet (I don't care what anyone says, octopus is okay), hit an iced tea place (never ever ever order something that looks too pretty, because it rarely tastes good), then she showed me the place she goes to for figurines and cards/stickers. I remember they had a foreign movie of unknown Asian origin playing that had the most unbelieveable death scene. A guy gets knifed in the back, and has a good two inches of the blade protruding out his chest. Yes, I know you can survive if it misses your heart, but really, twenty minutes to die?
Went back home, looked at Weiß Kreuz a bit(ver. 1.0: pre Gluhen). She introduced me to Guilty Gears X2 (plot sounds convoluted in some areas, but lovely character designs on some, especially Testament and Venom). I think I played DMC2, can't remember if that was Friday or Saturday, while she wrote a Billy/Vega fic. Eventually called it a night.
Saturday: Change in schedule, so I had to go home a day early as she went to work before my bus would leave Sunday. That's okay, though. I'm adaptable. Anyway, we so did not leave the apartment Saturday. Stayed inside, looked at Nightwalker, played more games, and just enjoyed the safety of the A/C until I did have to leave. And that will teach me to call Greyhound instead of showing up, as I had a four hour wait for the next bus to L.A. I won't get into the hell of that trip. I'm just happy my ride was there waiting for me when I walked out.
So like I said, I was a very borin guest. No, I didn't go to casino one, and I only played a slot machine because I promised the mother-unit. Honestly, the idea of tossing away money on the slight chance that I might win more is not my idea of a good time.
All in all, I wouldn't mind going back, but never in the summer, ever again.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
(10:15 pm PT) - prayer for the...
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With today's technology, I can change everything about me. I can change my features. I can change my race. I can even change my gender. With the right protocal, I can change my nationality. But there is one thing that not even science has been able to alter so far.
I cannot change the fact that I am a human being.
Please remember that the next time you try to box me in an easy to fit label, or make false assumptions based on my appearance.
Please remember that when you find out what I am, because it will rarely dictate who I am.
Please remember that, because you're one too.
Saturday, May 24, 2003
(4:57 pm PT) - A bit of nothing before clocking out
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"Why are you here all alone? Why do you not talk to others?" She asked me.
"Perhaps," I said, "because I am selfish. Or perhaps I am ignorant. Yet I do not see anyone I can share my thoughts with."
"Surely you are mistaken! There must be someone you would feel enough of a kinship with to talk to."
"If you have a moment or more," I replied to Her earnest suggestions, "I will tell you why I feel as I do."
She only nodded and sat down in front of me, so I took a deep breath and began...
"I do not talk to girl-child or the boy-child, for their new and colorful ideas are much too bright for a decrepit soul."
"I do not talk to the young men and women, for they are strange things. They hover on the edge of their childhood and their own selves. More often than not, they think they can only find their place if they suffer more than their parents, then claim those very people could never understand such pain."
"I do not talk to the adult female nor the adult male, for they have been conditioned, and they believe they will only find true happiness with success and the acquisition of material things."
"I do not talk to the old hermit or the crone, for they spend their days lamenting the time they spent as all of the above."
She tilted her head one way, then another. For a time I feared She would not understand, and moved to turn away. But her next question stopped me.
"Why don't you talk to yourself?"
At this I laughed, "Dear lady, that one is the worst of them all, for I fear we'd do nothing but argue."
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
(4:05 pm PT) - I am an alien in this town
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Rant/Thought: (reflection on the mental and emotional costs to living here)
Monday, May 12, 2003
(11:32 am PT) - spirituality vs dumicity
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Unfortunately, the stupidity levels have reached criticial mass, making it more difficult to find like minded people to help one in reaching a desired state, regardless of what religion they choose to follow.
Although I'd like to say that I don't think religion is necessary to be spiritual.
Next rambling thought: spirituality through the net.
Sunday, May 04, 2003
(9:02 pm PT) - Before I forget.
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Mom (Mother/Mother-Dear/Mother-of-my-loins/Yo, Ma), David, Mirchan, Kit, Ki, Raine, llamajoy, Mina, Domino, Korax, Dagger, Amber.
I'd just like to say, "Thank you."
And while a part of me wishes that list could be bigger, I'm just glad you're all there on it.
Friday, May 02, 2003
(8:49 am PT) - No need for a Title...
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That should be the disclaimer they give you when you're born. Neither good nor bad, high or low, happy or sad, just strange. It peaks and dips both within and without, with only our strength of character to decide if we get through it or not.
I find that the poorer but smarter you are, the better chance for your strength of character. If you begin rich and lose it all, you go to pieces. If you're already on the bottom rung, then there's not too much that can be done to you anyway.
Does this make life any less strange? Hardly. Just a side thought, nothing more.
The truth is, there is no truth when it comes to this existance. It's all about shared perceptions. Strange turns negative when people begin to believe their individual perception is in fact truth. It isn't, nor does it invalidate another perception.
At this time I'd like to say that I think Decarte's theory/philosphy has been disproven by today's masses. There's simply too many people who don't think, yet they still are. More likely than not, they also strive to make life that much more difficult for others, thinker and non-thinker alike.
I should have figured out the extent of the bizarre nature of Life when I was first introduced to the concept/theory/doctrine of "love." As you can see, anything that hard to pin down must indeed be abstract. It is an emotion, an ideal. It is a thought and a whim. It is a belief and a flight of fancy, or a curmudgeon's scorn. It is the heartline of the universe, no more important than a speck of sand on the beach. All and none. With such an intangible variable playing such a key role in the workings of this small planet, is it little wonder life itself can only be called strange at best?
But that's to be expected, when things are born of sparks and chance.
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
(11:24 pm PT) - Oops...
[link] - (thoughtful)
Anyway, to socialize...
Mirchan - Hope you're feeling better. As for the job thing, probably better to just talk to you about that, (if you want to discuss it, that is). Though frankly, I'd ditch it. It doesn't sound like they believe in job security with the way they keep letting people go.
Kit - I became a bit of a intellectual snob when I found I was surrounded by people who are lazy and don't want to learn anything new. When it comes to "sticking out," I think anyone who finds themselves on the higher rung of the intelligence ladder goes through that. They try to hide that, yes, they (we) are smarter than others. And there are people still smarter than that. (Sometimes I think I'm above average, then other times I think I'm just average surrounded by way below average. I guess the difference is that when I realize I don't know, I try and learn.)
Well my words are just that, words. Life experiences will ultimately be different, as we are fundamentally different, but it can't hurt to say what I'm about to. Don't. Don't hide your brains. Don't hide your knowledge. This doesn't mean you have to go off parading it around for the entire planet. But neither do you have to hold yourself in check to appease others. Don't let their reactions, or the possibility of such, dictate how you live. Besides, the truly smart ones, and by that I mean those who realize they don't know as much, will learn from you. The others, let them stew.
Domino - Sorry I missed you, the cramps last night turned rather hellish. I came this close to grabbing a knife and ensuring I didn't reproduce. (mother-unit stopped me, said she didn't want to waste a perfectly good kitchen knife.)
Will - The person who can lie to themselves, and believe it, is no longer a liar, but just delusional.
As for the cards, I think it's a question of, are the cards telling you what to do, or are you telling the cards what to say? I believe it's the latter. Like I said, the cards are merely a focal point for the proverbial untapped energies with the human psyche. ::tosses out tea leaves::
Mina - Which spreads do you read, and what deck? I think I shot myself in the foot by getting the Elemental Tarot instead of a Rider-Waite deck for a beginner, but I'll still try and learn. Far as Ouija goes, my mother used one once and she said never again. Considering the woman's not easily spooked by spooks, I decided to listen to her on that one. Besides which, she said whatever it was didn't like her. I don't want it coming back for any of her 'descendants'.
Raine - Nice look on the BT archives. Though is that blue strip part of the background? It seems like it should be fixed, or maybe I'm just used to backgrounds staying put nowadays. Anyway, going to redo the frontpage of BT too?
Okay, if I missed anyone, feel free to throw a tantrum in the comments.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
(1:42 pm PT) - Yes, yaoi fans can be idiots too...
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Now, an interesting link promoting tolerance in the yaoi and slash communities. http://www.loverboys-blue.com/bg/tolerancerant.html
However, I don't feel that applies to me. Why? I don't hate female charas just because they're female. For example, I liked Aerith in ff7, I hated Tifa. I dislike Tifa simple because of her personality, not because she was female. ff8, I like Quistis, I hated Rinoa. Again, the personality, and the fact that even at level 99, she's a lousy fighter. I disliked her for her own merits, not her gender. ff10, I adore Lulu, and I really do like Yuna, even if she's a bit wishy-washy at times. It's actually Rikku who tends to annoys me a little, but thats because I don't relate well to perky people. (And yes, sometimes I'll give Tidus a "look" when he gets a bit airheaded.)
So when I say I can't stand a female character, I'm not saying it because of gender, it's something in their personalities that I simple do not like. I especially have a disdain for femmes who are always in need of someone to resue them, or else those who just have an attitude for no reason other than being bitchy.
And, because this whole post was inspired from the KH ml, as far as Kairi goes for me, I didn't think much of her until one point of the game where she said something that implied a distinct lack of concern for Riku's well-being. This after the whole possession bit and Riku's spirit managing to hold Ansem at bay long enough for Kairi, Donald, and Goofy to escape. That is what made me dislike her. Her gender was inconsequential.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
(5:32 pm PT) - Thoughts on: Fangirl Japanese
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So I've concluded that this complaint about the English language stems from the fact that most of those who are in fact lamenting about the problem happen to be internet users, who comminicate solely thruogh 'printed; word.
But really, the English language does have its good points. And it is my native language. Not to mention the funny things I can do with it.
As far as translating goes, just because a literal translation doesn't work ir is simply inpossible, doesn't mean one can't convey the same idea.
This all comes to me from the fact that I will eventually write a Saiyuki fic. Some of the terms or slang do not make an easy transition, yet, being an English writer, I want to stray away from 'fangirl Japanese'. If I'm writing in English, why would I say " ero kappa?" It's not English, and not everyone who has seen Saiyuki will get it, especially those just starting out. However, I feel I can give the same idea, if not meaning, by using something along the lines of "horny river rat."
To the fanatical, of course, they'll say I'm losing something in that translation. I don't believe I am, however. Kappa is the name of a Japanese water demon. Given the--history--of this country, we don't have a very rich background of mythology, at least not compared to other cultures, but the term 'river rat' is very familiar to most American readers, while anyone who's well versed in the English language in general can easily picture a soaked rodent lurking around a river, which, while different from that of a Kappa, still lends to an appropriate image given the way 'kappa' is used in the series anyway.
Personally, I think horny fits better, especially when writing English, than the fangirl 'ero'. Everybody who speaks English should be able to pick that one up. And given who it's addressed to, I just feel it's perfect.
I have absolutely nothing against fangirl Japanese. I went through that time myself where I thought I should include something of it in my fics. I will use it in my RPs to convey a diversity of one (or more) of my OCs. Hoever, I realised I write my fics in English, and they in turn are read by English speakers. The anime/manga may have originated from Japan (to which I'm grateful), but I am not Japanese, and cannot speak it (though I wish I could). Therefore, until such time as I learn how to effectively communicate in that language, I will stick to the language I know.
Besides, it's a bigger challenge to give a believable English alternative for Japanese slang. Despite what fanatics will say, it is possible.
Sunday, January 12, 2003
(6:08 pm PT) - Another day, another loss
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Domino - Going to try to get online, since I need a password from you to use too. If not, just use the message thing here and send it to me. Should have it up no later than tomorrow morning, just depends on when I get that password.
Mchan - we can't smile all the time, (not even Hakkai can). It's too hard to battle gravity. But hey, despite my own situation, I'd be happy to give you some WAFF if I see you tonight. Maybe it'll help. BTW, do you have anything like a paypal account? I'd like to help you go see TTT again, but snailmail is so slow. Ah well, I'll figure something out.
I realized when I get to a particular point in my depression, I want to bake. So tonight, mini-apple turnovers, then a Chocolate Orgasm pie (alright, so that's not technically baking, but still). We'll be set for dessert, at least.
Now if I could just get Nucleus to work on my local machine, I'll feel soemwhat productive.
On a last note, I've always thought the WC3 were somewhat too strict in their validation of HTML. But now, it's safe to say they're downright anal. Why? Well, to go totallty against their so called tip, I'll put it like this: Click Here.
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
(2:31 pm PT) - Sign on the brain reads, "out of order"
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Anyway, Some people are deep and meaningful and aren't even trying, let alone know it. I'm only deep and meaningful when I'm drunk or depressed and not bitching about something. I feel cheated.
I'm about bit confused at the 12-4 entry. I always thought the whole point to personal blournals was for the writer's sake. If people were interested, they'd read. If not, fair enough. It's something akin to an open diary, I guess. Of course, this is just my POV. People blog for many different reasions, but trying to keep a personal place, yet write for others? Seems like it's doomed from the start.
Hmm, haven't messed with this nucleus plugin yet.
Oh yeah, Ag, I don't know C++, I'm afraid. I wish I did. I'd feel positively giddy at the idea of being able to make my own software applications.
Monday, December 16, 2002
(6:48 pm PT) - And down came the rain...
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Nothing can truly bring about a sense of plenary solitude as being in an empty place as the rain falls. The traffic outside was practically nonexistance. No sirens, no yelling, no swearing as part of the every day language... Everyone locked themselves in, afraid. What do they fear? I cannot say. Perhaps a fear of the truth? Maybe they feel their deceits will wash away with the falling waters. Could be they're afraid that the darkness and depravity they keep in their hearts will have no place to hide, the rain too clensing and wiping their illusions away.
I could care less. I already know the potential of people, and what I've seen so far does not give me much hope of it getting any better in the near or far future.
But I am grateful for their fears, as twisted as that may sound. It keeps them inside while liberating me of my self-imposed prison. Unlike those who hide away, I feel cleansed in the silence. I'm whole as the water cascades down, even if it's only a temporary reprieve from the dirt of the city and souls surrounding me.
I am no saint, nor do I claim to be as such. And I am not so foolish as to believe I will ever become one, let alone try. But, I do not disguise my own darkness. Nor do I embrace it. I accept it, and in doing so, I control it.
Yet, when it rains, and those worried that the masks they wear in the sun will melt and show their true faces, I can almost pretend that I'm pure.
An spirit of silence and water, looking up into endless grey.
