*smashes her scanner into tiny pieces, slowly* DAMN YOU INFERNAL PIECE OF MALFUNCTIONING MACHINERY!! I sacrifice my manga to you! BROKE THE BINDING of my new Saiyuki manga! IT WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN!! And what do you do?! YOU FUCK UP THE COLORS! GIVE IT GREEN SHADOWS WHERE THERE SHOULD BE NONE!! They all look jaundiced! I cannot work with this! At all! No picture means no layout means I have to live with the fucked up mess I currently use. Well, FUCK YOU, MISTER I’M-TOO-GOOD-TO-SCAN!!!

*pant pant* Well, that was rather explosive. And now I’m in a fucking pissy mood to boot. Mister Scanner will be replaced as soon as I can scrounge enough money to get a new one. Fucking scanner….

*whew!* Done with Lisette’s Bag O’ Advice for today. Romantic advice, no less. Which I seem to be an expert in despite a very limited number of relationships. Somehow my advice always works on my friends. Even the girl who had at least three boyfriends at a time and had several as back up in case the first three found out about each other, and of course she was madly in love with every one of them. Why did I ever put up with her? And now she thinks she’s lesbian. Ha, I say. Ha.

Don’t worry, none of you know this girl. And she doesn’t have the URL to my blog and has no way of getting it. But anyway…

Moony & Sevvie: Your sparkling personality negates the effects of your inhuman body structure, Sevvie. Thus the huggableness despite the bonyness. As for getting on AIM so you two can talk to me… I am frightened. You two are gushy enough in person. What happens when Sev and Rem are let loose metaphysically? Dar…

Schmidt: So bug her more often. XD Or be really patient. I suggest the former when dealing with Steph-san, despite Steph-san having waaay too much to do for waaay too many people…

There. Now, what was I gonna write about? Ah yes. I have finally decided to start work on my revamp, although I found the perfect picture for a 404 page… It’s Sanzo and Gojyo sitting around for several panels, and then Gojyo says, “Say something.” And Sanzo says, “Something.” Hee! It’s so funny. I love Sanzo.

*cough* Anyway… I decided to go with a color layout, so I’m gonna attempt to scan the color section at the beginning of vol. 7. Then I have to modify them so they look like photos, and then slap them around, and then HTML the mess, and then CSS the messier mess, and then update. Dar. But today shall be the scanning and the modifying and the possibly the slapping. No HTML, no CSS, no update. Yet. But soon, young padawan learner. Soon…

I now satisfy my caffiene craving with Mum’s tea. And the instant coffee I like so much. It’s odd, because real coffee is icky. I only like the instant, with enough sugar to poison an elephant. And milk. Enough milk to make it slightly darker than my skin. Much darker than Steph-san’s skin. Steph-san is a Homunculus clone. *hides from the beating that comment shall incur* It’s true, Steph-san! Minus the red eyes, though… And a different hair style, and very different clothes… But! Clone nonetheless.

Sevvie hasn’t sent me anything so I have no idea what the Posse’s emails are. But yanno how I’ve been saying I’m gonna send ya’ll an example of the stories I read? Kids shouldn’t read these. I maintain no responsibility for any mental trauma that may occur as a result of reading these stories. ^.^ Example one. Example two. Example three. They’re all YnM and will probably make no sense to anyone who hasn’t either read the manga, watched the anime, or been on the receiving end of one of my babbles. ^^;; In other words, Padfoot should understand every bit of it. The rest of you should, and I will base the victim of my next YnM babble by who understand the stories the most. Not reading them is cheating and gets you an extended YnM babble, including a comparison of anime and manga, an in-depth review of the Gensokai arc, detailed descriptions of each character in the other arcs, review of events, insane babble about page layouts, etc. Heh. I’m so evil.

I would like to give a thank you to Samantha Williams for signing the guestbook at my webpage.

Some of you may have noticed that as of the start of the new year I’m trying to thank everyone who signed my guestbook here in the blog. If you want to see your name here, please feel free to sign my guest book.

In other webpage news, I have sent to Stephy-chan several new things to update my page with. Please look forward to the first update since June 14, 2002. I promise to try really hard to update more often. ^_^;; I also suggest you reread everything on my page that you liked, because a lot of writing should be coming down soon.

That is all I have to say. Mata ne.

It’s so nice to read fanfiction again. Angsty/mind-altering fanfiction, mind you, not the amusing stuff my friends read. I haven’t been reading much because it’s so darn hard to find good writers in the mess that is FF.net, and I’ve gone through my other resources with a fine-toothed comb. But lo and behold, I found one good author, which led to several others, which may lead to yet more. AND I discovered that Bishink has a YnM section that’s mostly about Muraki and Oriya. I was pleased.

Poor Snape. I don’t think she realizes that I delete all the mail she sends me. ^^;; I’m sorry, but I refuse to read anything that’s been forwarded. Quizzes, cutesy poems, vows of friendship, chain letters… These things just don’t do it for me. And, in my experience, that’s all a fwd is. Thus, no read. I had a friend once who kept sending me forwards despite my repeated requests that she stop doing so. It got to the point where I deleted everything sent to me by this girl, and eventually she asked me what I had thought of one of the forwards and I told her that I had deleted it. She got upset, and we grew apart rather quickly after that. Which really isn’t as sad as it sounds, because she was more an aquaintance than a friend.

Not that I’m saying the same thing is gonna happen with me and Sevvie. Sev doesn’t expect me to read what she sends. And I’m just more fond of Sevvie than of the other girl. And Sevvie’s more huggable, despite the bony edges.

Me: *hugs Sevvie* Ow! Sev, your shoulderblade cut my arm open!
Sevvie: Oops, sorry about that. Should warned you.
Me: Remy, how can you two hug so much?!
Remy: Body armor.

*ahem* The moral of this story is to never leave home without body armor.

I’ve been downing honey-d (I don’t know how to spell it, do you?) chamomile tea for the past few days as though it were cheap b33r. (Okay, bad comparison.) This amuses me, because I only occasionally get sleepy. I think the reason I’m craving it so much is because I have a caffiene craving which cannot be satisfied cuz the tea box was deceptive and had identical packaging to the plain green tea. I could drink coffee, but it takes so much effort to make it drinkable. And I have no idea if we have sugar. Dar.

This entry has been about fanfiction, forwards, bones, and tea. In that order. I love my smugglers-on-the-high-seas of thought. (They’re like trains of thought, but they stop in hidden coves instead of paying the taxes at port.) One wonders if I shall blog again today. I hope not. Blogging multiple times in one day only entertains me.

It’s been a delightfully long day. Very lazy, with much reading of fanfiction, which I haven’t done for a while. Played with the kitties, which I also haven’t done for a while. Very relaxing. I feel more balanced now. Funny how Sanzo can do that to a person.

Dad was poking at the YM we’ve been mysteriously getting, and he not only had no idea what a mullet is, but I had to explain to him why the girls in the ads are dressed like they are. In short, that they dress to make real girls dress like that, who dress like that because sexual appeal gives them a place in their society. Dad’s response was that the way they dress is not appealing. I replied, “They are told it is appealing, so it is appealing.” I get philosophical sometimes. I tend to enjoy it. Try having a conversation with me when my brain has seeped out my ears sometime. I promise it’ll be at least amusing and at most enlightening.

I want more Saiyuki. Sanzo is wonderful, don’t you think?

Hee hee hee. Heeeee hee hee. Gratuitous violence. Ah, how I love gratuitous violence. (It’s a boneless cat, by the way. Absorbs things. Disappears down the drain and comes back a few days later. Hairless because of chemotherapy. Yanno, the kind of cat I want.) And I find that particular comic so funny because the sock puppet is saying “there’s a samurai in my pants”. Heh heh. Samurai.

Something Positive is a very nice comic. Lotsa bloodlust. Mmm, bloodlust. And now my toes are cold and I will go curl up in a beam of sunlight to warm myself in a similar fashion to a black cat. Excuse me.

*yawn* Tired. I killed my DDR spirit last night and intend to do other things for what’s left of my vacation time. Let’s see how long I stick to that. I do wanna go get some felt for cosplay stuffage… I also want to think up new and creative ways to kill a particular person. Thus far the pure rage has overwhelmed me and I haven’t come up with anything truly creative.

I had a topic when I started this. I lost it somewhere between waking and feeding my sister’s ratties.

So! While I was dead last night I read Steph-san’s Fun Fun Factory manga. It’s so incredibly cute. I have only the slightest idea of what was happening, but I like the half-asleep rock star. He has really nice hair. I want hair like that.

I felt odd when I woke up this morning. I think the DDR has gotten to me. I need to limit myself somehow… Time flies away when you’re playing DDR. Time no longer exists. And then you realize you were supposed to head home half an hour ago…

I wanna go to the Big Honkin’ Japanese Bookstore and buy manga. Wanting Furuba, Fun Fun Factory, and Saiyuki. See? Short list. Too bad they’re so damn expensive.

Started the rewrite of my unnamed story. It’s coming along well. I wanted more about the characters before I tossed them together and added the plot (stir well) so I’m actually starting out with the secondary characters. I love these characters. Kyle’s such a jerk. He amuses me. He wasn’t going to be a jerk at first, but then he took his role away from me. ^^;; Raziel never let me have control of him in the first place. But he gave me a song, so I’m happy.

‘Nough babble. I require sustenance.

Whoa, lotsa comments. I’d forgotten what it was like to get so many comments. *blink blink* Alright, Social Blog first, then babble about DDR and Sei-chan…

Geo: I think I passed three steps of it on Light. You’re damn good, boya. I will beat you someday! Someday…

Schmidt: I dunno why I like DDR so much. I’m not usually a very active person, and now if I got paid for playing DDR I’d be a full-time employee with benefits. ^^;; I think I played for 8 hours yesterday.

Kuri-chan: Yay, money! Money is good. ^.^ Neechan is gonna bring down her DDR and make you play. Prepare for mad DDR addiction! Whoo-tah! XD And I refuse to listen to Futsu about your DDRage. Everyone sucks the first week or so. (Maybe longer. I dunno many DDR folks.)

Steph-san: I will beat you! Muah! I’m gonna practice until I can play Paranoia (any of ‘em) and then I’ll drag you to the arcade. If all I have to do is practice and lose any dignity I might have had, I will happily do so! Someone should make a monastery for DDR monks.

Nick: If I could do Candy, I would be satisfied. ^^;; But no, I’m stuck on 3-footers. Dar. I score really well on the 3-feet, then fail the 4-feet ones.

There! Social Blog, even if it is all about DDR. So, time to talk about Sei-chan and Subaru-kun.

I started reading X/TB fanfics again, which meant I was reading Leareth’s stuff (see links on the side for her site, Behold the Void). Leareth has some really neat views of the SeSu relationship and got me thinking about them. Mostly about Sei-chan, cuz Subaru is just really easy to understand. But Sei-chan has multiple levels. You can understand the surface level that CLAMP gives us and be perfectly happy and even have a basic understanding of their relationship where Sei-chan likes to play with his toy and the toy doesn’t like that idea at all. However, there’s a deeper level to Sei-chan, where his twisted psyche allows him to fufill basic human emotional needs. Sure, he says he doesn’t have emotions, but that’s because they’re taken care of in a way entirely different from most people. I would go into more depth, but it’s hard for me to put into words. Suffice it to say that if I were to write an X fanfic, it’d take me forever cuz thinking like Sei-chan is very difficult. …Actually, it isn’t, but switching between Subaru and Sei-chan is difficult. Two entirely different aspects of my personality (and that’s all a character is, really, is part of someone’s personality given a new body) and while I can switch moods like lightning, actual personality aspect switches take a few days normally. (Personality aspects are, for example, things like dominant vs submissive, feminine vs masculine.)

And if anyone can get me a screencap of Maria Wong singing, I will love them forever. I need it for a Muraki wallpaper.

Later: ARGHIBBILE!! I didn’t notice that Nat-san commented! *cries* Nat-san, I love you! Don’t be mad at me! And yes, I would love anything relating to YnM you can give me. I still owe you the Fellowship soundtrack, too…

*laughs hysteriacally*

This on the other hand, I approve of. ^_^

Just thought I’d share my results. ^_^;;

Wow, people suddenly started commenting. I am muchly pleased.

Paddy: If you hadn’t already noticed, Neechan blogs on this blog too. I think that started after you lost Internet. And I agree with Moony, since I wasn’t trying to sound sophisticated. Sophistication takes much more effort.

Kuri-chan: Um. The foam is apparently very expensive, as a sheet big enough for Futsu, Ame, and Suzaku no ken cost $50, which I do not have. I’m gonna talk with Suzaku about having her give me money for her share, and then I can cover about half of your share while still having money for the other various accessories that we have. (I like their Riko cosplayer. It scares me.)

Nick: ^^;; I’m afraid not. Suzaku wants to keep her sword, and I suspect Kuri-chan will want his as well. And if not, I’m keeping them. XD So evil, I am!

Moony: Yeah, I love that song. I used it to write a fic to once. Had to keep rewinding the tape cuz I didn’t have the song itself. *innocent whistle*

Steph-san: Just did a search for that song on KaZaA Lite, and a bajillion things popped up. Wow. I’m downloading a couple that might be different mixes. They’re all downloading nicely.

So! Finally I reach the actual blog entry. *whew!* Yesterday was a wonderful day. I got some stuff for cosplay, Steph-san got DDR Max, Neechan and Steph-san and I all hung out together and giggled about vampires, and then we went to Steph-san’s house and played DDR for HOURS. Neechan got a AA! I wish I could score that high. But then again, she practiced that song until it bowed to her DDRage. ^.^

Ooh, I don’t want to sound conceited, but I wanna boast… It’s so strange to have something I actually think I do well in. I mean, I think my writing and drawing skills suxxor, I don’t think I relate well to other people, I don’t think I do well in school (cuz I usually don’t), and I know I suck at keeping my room clean. There’s really nothing I can think of off the top of my head that I’m good at, except for DDR. But I feel guilty about it, cuz I felt like I shouldn’t have been better than Neechan cuz we both just started. But Steph-san says that Neechan is at the same level that Steph-san was at when she started playing DDR, so then I feel bad because I picked it up so fast. Neechan says it’s cuz I get bouncy when I’m hyper. ^.^

So I’ve just announced that I don’t want to boast, then gone on and boasted. Figures. I try so hard to be humble, but then DDR sucks me in and my brains fly out the window (along with the darn un-modded pad, which slid everywhere).

But it was so fun! I tried Max 300 and hit like, three arrows. Which is pretty impressive. XD I even tried Sychronized Love and got a B! Which is odd, cuz I was getting like, C on the really easy ones. Steph-san finally unlocked Candy and promptly mastered it. XD She really likes that song.

So yes, Geo, I will finally start practicing DDR. And I will 0wnz j00! W00t.

I was going to mention how the latest chapter of Fatalistic.net’s When You Were Mine made me cry. But then I started talking about DDR and forgot.