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bakuhatsubutsu @ 2007-01-30T01:03:00

2007-01-30T09:19:14Z

SSSSSLLLAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH FFFFIIIICCCCCCC *obsess obsess*

OMFG I'm so excited for The Colbert Report. Tonight he got a day named in his honour in Canada, he got people to A: buy GM Motors business reports and B: throw them onto a small town hockey rink, and he got Wikipedia to give him credit for saving African elephants. In one night! He just tells a group of people to do something, and they do it!

(I voted on the M0hid, playing my part in the Colbert Nation, the first time through, which proved useless that first time lol. I went on the website the night after he ordered us to vote and it was completely frozen, no access...this is either from an overwhelming amount of support or perhaps a hacker-inlayed program...anyway OMFG BEST BRIDGE EVAR.)

He represents a new world order: globalization. This was the topic on The Daily Show with Bill Gates (who's retaining a little love-handle weight, might I say): globalization and interaction between the media and the public, TV and the internets. Stephen Colbert is changing entertainment by reacting with the public and truly giving us a new look at things. <33333

It's too awe-inspiring to put in to words for me, seriously. I wish he'd involve Canada more or else find a way to pay for me to live in New York City...*rolls around* WRY I want to join Colbert Nation! It's the beginning of an era, and he's on top, representing America of course. I want so bad to be a part of it!

Tomorrow I promise to study math all day. Seriously. No slashfic or TCR ranting. Seriously!

Oh and the only two people at my school who noticed and/or mentioned my new haircut were boys. (Yes and since I know that this is the only section of my article that you'll comment about if you elect to at all, Ashley, you noticed it too.) What does that say about our school...oh ya, I know. ~Newspaper's for queers.~

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2007-01-17T21:10:00

2007-01-18T05:10:33Z

When I'm a teacher I'll be much more interesting than the physics TOC we had a few days ago. I'll have a deep and resonant voice and I'll be an expert in what I teach, even if I'm just acting like I know what I'm talking about. I'll say how I really feel and never lie. If I'm a high school teacher, I'll have liberal views and let my students swear if they feel so inclined. If it's elementry, which it will more likely be, I'm not going to act squirmish when the kids ask how old I am. Seriously, every female elementry teacher I've ever had, shout it from the hills that you're old and wise and you'll never regain your youth!

I'll never teach like Mr. Noblet, no matter how tempting it is to abuse my power and yell VERY loudly at all of my students. I want to enjoy my subject/class and be very enthusiastic and put it into a new light. Maybe I'll play a Noblet type teacher to scare the kiddies into working. Mr. Jellineck has a better approach, but in his position, being so very inept goes unnoticed as it is overshadowed by his cuteness and mostly unfailing confidence. I don't want to appear that way, I want to be competent and logical....and...what I really want is to attract the fancy of a smart, stern, strict, very mean fellow teacher who wants me all to himself. Maybe then I'm not so different than Mr. Jelli...

Yes I do take into consideration the lives of completely fictional characters when choosing my future career. SWC PWNS MY LIFE.

This is of course only if I feel like going back to school, but being on the other side of the teacher's lounge door. I might end up retiring with work on many an animation under me' belt, never having had to walk into a school for years and years, if my initial plan works out. But if I get tired of drawing cells after only a few months and break apart, I'll end up in a school trying to keep my patience with the little monsters in check and trying to hit on the other teachers to make a scandal.

Severusly, like the best thing that there is a about being a teacher is scandalous affairs, no matter from where you view them. Good times.

NOTE: TCR/TDS/SWC/EX57 slash/crack is OUT OF CONTROL ON LJ. SLOW IT DOWN, GIRLS. ~~Actually don't 'cause I love it muchly.SO MUCHLY.KEYBOARD SMASHHHHHGJGdflkgjdfogjrilgdnfgbi~~

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-12-30T01:10:00

2006-12-30T09:10:44Z

Okay here it comes:

Ha this article turned out to be too big and needs a cut. I thought so. I can turn very little into a huge, internet-epic affair.

I'm so fantastically enamored of Strangers with Candy, for it's artistic merit and the fact that it is an early HSAU, for it's mean and obscure comedy, and for the people behind it.

The three writers/creators/producers/stars are Stephen Colbert, Paul Dinello, and Amy Sedaris, who are a trio of comedy writers/actors that met when they were young, struggling artists, and have worked together ever since. Their ideals and methods are so inspiring to me, I could go on about them for a while or two, but something that really amazes me that must be more than a coincidence is their similarities to another pair/trio in their position, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.XP

Maybe I'm reading too far into this, doing as all those in fandom do: draw conclusions from minuscule hints and occurences and create an ideal situation because they have nothing better to do, however they situation I'm observing is just too exciting to be all in my mind - I can't make up something so fun.

Aside from both containing nerdy comics who don't seem to have the ability to bite their tongues despite their awkardly large teeth, physically, the two duos/trios are completely alike: they're both made up of a taller, more traditional white-and-nerdy gentleman; a smaller and more acceptably cute man, and a little squeaky one who tends toward better acting and less nonsense spurting. Yes. Stick with me, here. Stephen and Matt are the tall ones, who are similar in that they hold a certain absurd charm, being pale and nerdy graduates as they are, both sporting glasses and broad smiles. Trey and Paul are the littler ones (sorry babes but you are littler) who both are more filled-out and have a little bit of baby fat surrounding their crooked teeth. (srsly that was like the first thing I noticed about both Paul and Trey - their crooked bottom teeth! It's adorable but ridiculas that I notice it, I'm ashamed to say *sweatdrop*) As for the other, the third party Amy and Dian Bachar are similar in that they are both small and sqeaky and layed-back. They seem to have, well, a life, are more independent and are less often seen with the pair.

Whew. Okay, aside from their physical likenesses, the pairs are similar in that the previously-noted taller one is more acquacious (if you'll allow me to use some HP vocab prz), they have less trouble forming sentences that are coherent and mean something to anyone other than themselves. Stephen can talk on and on - listening to SWC commentary leads me to understand that he is fond of big words like "exposition" and he appreciates being able to talk for any given reason. Matt tends to make more sense when he and Trey are interviewed; Trey gestures wildly with his hands and doesn't tend to land at a point, Matt isn't much better but he can more successfully get across the meaning of his and Trey's decisions...or not. Really in most context Matt and Trey sound like utter buffoons, but their works show deep thinking and observational skill and I do DON'T think I'm giving them too much credit. One noticeable difference between Trey and Paul then, is that Paul does less talking when given the oppurtunity, or at least when in the company of Stephen, who, like I say, loves to talk...

Trey and Paul ~~(the cute ones XP)~~ do more work on their respective series/movies. They direct and write and come up with most of the content, or at least it appears so because of the amount of times their names appear in the credits. I think that the work is split equally between the two people in each duo, but I don't know for sure.

The third party is Amy and Dian, who differ signifigantly, because Amy is big into her own work, writing and acting and having fun doing what she does, while Dian simply seems to keep to himself. I don't know what he's doing. The two both play important roles when they are called upon, and they share in the crazy sense of humour that the Stephen and Paul/Matt and Trey cultivate.

What more can I say...they're the same, dammit! Both pairs have one more outspoken party, who appears at times to be getting further while the other one just tags along, but this is not true because the two obviously need the other's input to function. Both pairs dabbled in semi-successful original comedic work (Cannibal, early SP, Exit 57) but later moved into parody and satire (SWC, The Colbert Report, Baseketball, recent Peabody-winning SP. TCR also wins Peabodys!) Maybe this is just the flow of the universe according to comedy writing. Parody is the highest form of comedy, SAYS I.

Also both pairs (I really wanna say couples) participate in an absurd amount of fanservice (/just doing it for their own amusement) and tend to end up making out for inexplicable reasons before cameras. Erm. Yes, I do believe that the two pairs are destined for eachother, that there will be no one else they love more than eachother, no matter what paths in life they choose. This may be a biased opinion because I believe equally in the power of love and the power of fanon pairings.

On a side, I was kind of mortified (just kinda lol) to think that Stephen and Paul had gone their seperate ways after all of the work and time they'd spent together; this was until I learned that the 16-year-old intern Tad working on TCR is actually Paul Dinello and I basically died of happy. (SRSLY he looks like he's like 12! he doesn't age! Damn you, Tad! I love you!) WTH KTHXBI TAD.

Well that's all. I'm sure there's more I've yet to discover. I'm loving this fandom centered around Stephen Colbert (as everything is undoubtedly centered around him lololol) and I can't wait to get deeper into it. They're living their dreams, having fun, doing what they like with their friends, and as a side-effect changing the world. (eg: M0hid prz!!!1) They're making a global impact, negetive or positive. (eg: Super Best Friends/Cartoon Wars) And they're living for now! It makes me so happy! Keep doing what you're doing, Stephen and Paul, Matt and Trey!

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-12-14T22:40:00

2006-12-15T06:52:48Z

During AP today we got another talking-down-to. It was painful. Ms. Crawford had us do things like "Think about what message you're presenting yourself with by not handing in your work on time. Now raise your hand if that is how you want to be seen."

Treating us like children with expanded vocabulary. She kept asking us to raise our hands to rhetorical questions, to prove her own self-worth. Not that we didn't deserve it. I'm thinking of leaving AP, but I guess I'll stay to prove them all wrong. We've done nothing of value so far this year, we're just expected to magically pull projects out of our asses, drop all other engagements and work on art all night long.

I could do that, really. I just haven't set my sights that high. I know that I'll never compare to those students from last year. But maybe setting my sights high is the first step? I don't want to lose my identity and change everything I've figured out, if only recently, (not to say that I want to be seen seriously as a procrastinator), but I do want to kick some ass with my work. If not just to show off.

I need to write another original short story. The more I look over the one I wrote in grade 10, the more I laugh at it. It really came off as more fantasy that I expected. It's good for what it has done though. And I love the characters. The man is so stupid and the boy is such a wangster. I think I'll start on a new story soon, after seeing random parts of Blood Diamond in my dreams... that'll be fun.

Guh. I got a headache. Now, I'm seriously sick. My throat hurts and my eyelids are burning, starting a fever. I don't know if I'll go to school tomorrow... I think I got the flu from all of that discouragement. But now I really want to work to prove here wrong, but I can't move. I think God is mad at me for all' that herecy. Why does this happen now, goddammit?! Balls! I did it again!

The power's gonna go out so I gotta post quick lolol.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-12-10T23:38:00

2006-12-11T07:38:41Z

I should be sleeping 'cause it's nearly midnight but I'm sooooooo deeply engaged with Strangers with Candy that I can't get away from it.

I found this clip from The Colbert Report which I remember from some time ago, only as being completely random and involving a tiny little lady who Stephen was trying hard to prove he knew her, by hinting profusely that he didn't. ("Saying the opposite of what you mean is not cool.") I wish so hard that we got Comedy Central instead of stupid-ass Comedy Network, just like we get Fox instead of a Canadian rip off like uh... "20th Century Moose." srsly.

And I'm infinitely glad that I now know who "Stage Manager Tad" is because I want to sex him very much.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-12-08T23:33:00

2006-12-09T07:33:23Z

FEH.

Today while Aaron was trying to catch my attention, (for what, gods know), I perfected the hand signal for "wank-snap", which is something like signalling giving a handjob, and then snapping the dick in half. I guess it would be a good thing to scare off someone unwanted making a pass at you . . . ? or something lolololol

So around the school there are a bunch of half-finished, inexplicable posters which, as far as anyone can determine, are meant to encourage us students to donate monies to our sister school program in Africa. I of course, made it my business to fight the half-ass-ing do-gooders in their attempts to boost community involvement.

The posters all say "give water," "give books," "give education." on separate pieces of paper, meant to go together. No information is specified on the sheets.

I started by writing on the poster they put on my locker (they started it, really, they should've known not to involve my locker), ending the sentence fragment with some random group of people to give the books too. Nothing offensive even. I even wrote it in red pen, the colour that has been selected to put to the fundraising efforts, which means that really, I'm helping the effort.

Someone came by and ripped the poster in half, destroying my contribution and leaving theirs.

I certainly don't mind that they want to defile our halls with guilt-spreading, weakly presented, incoherent posters, but perhaps the folks at our Ol Pejeta support group could put a little more effort in? A picture, maybe an explanation? That would help.

So the poster that was tore from my locker I desecrated again, it was removed, I replaced it. I did a few others that took a whole day for someone to realize to take them down.

I felt, I guess, excited because I was making a statement- a weak one, a pointless one that helps nothing but my own self-satisfaction, (which dwindles) and because someone responded. I think I know who it was, too, and so long as they don't find out that I was making light of their poorly-executed cause, nothing bad will come of this. Not much good either - no one knows what exactly to do . . . I think I probably just should've ignored the whole thing, in the end, but it was a bit of entertainment for me.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-11-13T21:21:00

2006-11-14T05:21:09Z

I'm finally back on FF.net, sort of. I posted last night and even the one, measly comment I've recieved so far makes me remember how much I love being there!

Every fandom I've been in has been destroyed with the presence of way too many Mary-Sues, shipper-battles, bastards reporting yaoi-fics simply due to their own personal biases, and other such atrosities, but still there are those who care about what real work looks like. I'm so happy to see the KKM fandom thriving; it gives me hope! I can't wait to get back in full-swing, posting pwp and plotless fluff. I got a comment saying my latest KKM fic is "well-written": simply that fills my kokoro with joy.

I love fandom. It inspires such creativity, and since the characters and plot are well-known, everyone is on the same page when it comes to what fics they want to read or not. Then, they can appropriatly judge the work based on writing ability because they agree with the content. XDDDDD

Also, Anne Rice can go suck my barbarian-woman balls because she's too good to allow work based on her own to exist on FF.net. Srsly. Who would even want to write anything based on her work? Take that, Anne Rice. (ohnoes I'm gonna get my ass sued by her scouts for sure)

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-11-07T20:21:00

2006-11-08T04:21:12Z

So I've not been using this journal for too long, it seems. It's just with all of the homework I've been doing lately . . . *snort* Ya right. All of my time on the computer's been on MS pqin' it up with Svidrigailov and the FeggiWarriors. Right now it's doing a huge patch, which is the only reason I'm not there now . . . but why am I making excuses, really?

I calculated my grade-point average as of now (which is the average I'll be sending to schools I apply to now) using marks from Math 12, Bio 12, and Phys 11. It's 79%. That is pitiful. However if I include my estimated psyco. and art marks, it should rise to atleast 83%. If I only count my grade 12 provincials (taken so far or estimated) it drops to about 70%. I'm not pleased.

It's not really my fault, even though only a bad craftsman blames his tools, I have to blame the tools working in the office at my school. My schedual puts all of my better classes in the second semester, classes for which I won't recieve marks (around 90%) until all applications for post-secondary are closed in July. I could always work harder in Math and Bio to improve my situation, but that's not the way I do things!!

D'you know I have a cell phone now? It has the capability to go on the internet, gimme songs, get ringtones, and send messages, but each of those features costs something like $0.5 per session. It looks good and the vibrate feature keeps me company on those lonely nights. (`o`)

OMG I WATCHED ALL OF FMA's second half (ep 35-50) In like 3 days. It was awesome. It pissed me off at times, with the whining and annoying flashbacks to Scar's brother, but Envy literally kicking the crap out of Wrath made up for it. Also MANLY LUMBERJACK Pride being set on fire and then regrowing his skin pwnd. Also Roy's inexplicable loss-of-eye was fun-tastic. Also I liked the demon babies in the gate trying to chew on Envy. OMG and it turns out that hell is in LONDON, ENGLAND? YA RLY. That was very funny - to us Westerners, at least.

Enough about FMA. ~~GREED+ENVY=MURDERBFF!!!~~

Well you've sifted through the post seeking this link, I know you have. The next installment of AYtR.

*detention*

Oren: Hey Icy, you know, seeing you fight back there, you aren’t too bad.
Icy: Ya, and seeing the way that you handled that creature with compassion makes me think that you’re not so heartless after all.
Oren: Heh. Thanks, but we owe our escape to you, Icy. If it weren’t for you, we’d still be in that portal. Who were those guys, anyway?
Icy: They’re just a bunch of jerks that curse my family, try to kill me and everyone I care about, and say clichéd things as they destroy all surrounding obstacles. I can handle them.
Oren: *non-begrudging laugh* I’m sure you can. And, Icy, I want to tell you, I’ve decided not to stay here.
Icy: Huh? Now that mutual understanding replaces our previous hatred?
Oren: I guess so. But it’ll be fine. I know that I’ve got a lot to learn about trusting people. Xaryyn will be just fine here.
Icy: Oren . . .
Oren: Yes?
Icy: Thank you. For everything.

*the next day*

Talithia: Really? Oren left? That’s mostly unexpected.
Icy: Ya, I know. I’ll miss her, even though we weren’t friends at first.
Scirelle: Hey gals. I heard about Oren. I wonder if Xaryyn will miss her. I wish I had a fiancée . . .
Icy: Speaking of significant others/mandatory partners, how are you and Brendyn doing?
Talithia: We’re doing fine. He has every quality worthy of a Gary Stew. Our only problem is spelling each others’ names, y’know.
Icy: Of course.
Talithia: Everyone around us seems to have found love. Brendyn and I, even Rawn asked out Melodinya. Even you have Xaryyn, Icy . . .
Icy: No I don’t!
Scirelle: You guys, this is hardly the most important thing that is going on here! Have you seen the new student teacher, who is conveniently walking by us?
Icy: Ya, he seems pretty intriguing. What’s his name?
Talithia: Mr. Coellhjo. He transferred from Parts Unknown High, as he’s told me when I asked.
Scirelle: That was a joke, I’m sure. But my non-specific god, he’s so handsome.
Talithia: Icy and I are going to his after school history club, mostly because we care about society, but largely because he’s so cute! You should come too! Icy even got Xaryyn to come, but I don’t think it’s because of Mr. Coellhjo’s attractiveness.
Scirelle: Maybe he’s like one of those teachers from a doujinshi . . . you know what sort of things they get into, after all . . .
Talithia: . . .you know that those who write or read slash will go to hell.
Scirelle: Yup. That’s our international slogan: “we’re all going to hell.”
Icy: ANYWAY, let’s go to our first class or we’ll be late!

*after school*

Icy: Look at of the people who are coming to the after school history class, Tali.
Talithia: Ya, there’s Brendyn and I, Sciri, Rawn and Melodinya, Xaryyn and Jeszika and . . . Jimmy.
Icy: Why does everyone’s voice sink when they say Jimmy’s name?
Coellhjo: Hello everyone, and welcome to my class. We’re going to have a lot of fun learning about the history of the most important few dynasties. I’m glad so many of you could come. I’ll meet you kids in the library.
Icy: *hurries to catch up to Xaryyn’s straightforward but graceful strides* I’m . . . glad you’re coming.
Xaryyn: Hn.
Icy: Oh, are you upset that Oren is leaving? I really hope he doesn’t blame me.
Xaryyn: It’s nothing like that–
Talithia: Oh no! Look, the lights are going out!
*darkness seeps into the room*
Icy: What? How can that be?
Coellhjo: *appears suspiciously mysteriously* Kids! The power’s gone out because of a huge storm that’s recently come over the immediate vicinity.
Xaryyn: But . . . there was no storm before.
Icy: And it’s a pleasant summer day, just as it always is, reflecting the content mood of the students here at Eternal Lone Leaf High . . .
Coellhjo: Come into the library, students, where we can wait out the storm.

*library*

Icy: This is weird, don’t you think, Xaryyn? I just can’t seem to focus on my Early Roman Empire history textbook, which I normally find so fascinating.
Xaryyn: Well, it wouldn’t matter if I read this or not, I’ve studied Roman history since I was 10, but I do think something weird is going on.
Coellhjo: *deliberately* Are you two enjoying our study session so far?
Icy: Um, yes, of course. It is very interesting . . .
Coellhjo: Good. Just wait until you reach the end of the Roman Empire’s glorious history: their dreams crumble in a bloody massacre that leads to the destruction of the world they once knew. *leaves, smirking evilly*
Talithia: Hey, that doesn’t sound like a very pleasant thing to study.
Icy: No, it doesn’t. Something is definitely suspicious about this new, hot, student teacher.
Jimmy: Don’t worry Icy. If anything happens, I’ll be sure to protect you!
Icy: You?! Oh ya, I nearly forgot that you have a crush on me. Do you still really think that something will happen between us? I don’t mean to be rude, but there’s only so much that a half-angel high school girl can take!
Jimmy: What do you mean? Don’t I have as good ’a chance as anybody?
Xaryyn: . . .

*later*

Icy: There, this book should do! Good thing I found it, I wouldn’t want any part of Roman History to go unstudied . . . oops! *drops ridiculously thick book*
Coellhjo: Here, let me help you up, Icy.
Icy: Thanks, but I think I’ve got it under control-
Coellhjo: No, you should really let me help you up . . .
Icy: Hey, I’m fine, really . . .
Xaryyn: *appears from the shadows* Hey, why don’t you leave her alone, she said she doesn’t need your help!
Coellhjo: Now you’ve done it, you fool! You shouldn’t try and stop me, puny boy! *turns darker, blackness swirls around him*
Xaryyn: What the-?
Talithia: What’s going on? What’s happening to Mr. Coellhjo?!
Coellhjo: Ha! I’m not a student teacher. I’m actually a demon sent here by the most powerful evil organization in the world. I ingeniously implanted my soul into the body of this young man in order to get to you, IcySnowFairy!
Icy: I should’ve seen this when he said the word “fool.”
Coellhjo: *growing claws* You also should’ve sensed my coming with your superior angel abilities, but now, it’s too late! Prepare to be destroyed!
Icy: I don’t remember mentioning having that particular power, but I’m sure it’s in there somewhere . . . but anyway, I won’t lose to you!
Coellhjo: Take this! *jumps towards Icy, bearing his black claws*
Icy: Oh no! *fights back with various beams of light* Man, this is tough! I really need some help.
Coellhjo: *writhing in sudden pain* What is this? My soul is burning! *falls to knees, clutching skull*
Icy: What the-?
Xaryyn: You’re not doing that?
Icy: Well, I haven’t explored the extent of my powers, but I don’t think I could do that.
Coellhjo: You will pay for this, IcySnowFairy, maiden of The Neptune Rose! *falls unconcious*
Icy: What the-?
Talithia: What happened just now? Is Mr. Coellhjo alright?
Xaryyn: *aside* I stuck everyone under a table so that they wouldn’t see what happened, Icy.
Icy: Good thinking. *to Tali* He’s fine, just feeling a little bit ill. But what did he say about a rose? And why did he come after me? And who was it that he worked for?
Xaryyn: And moreover, who was hurting his head?
Icy: It’s a mystery . . .
Scirelle: *pointing dramatically to explicate her point* Hey look, the power’s coming back on! I guess we can go home now.
Talithia: But look, Mr. Coellhjo’s waking up!
Coellhjo: . . . . . . . . . . . . where am I? Wh-what happened?
Icy: You really don’t remember? I guess that’s a good thing.
Coellhjo: What’s a good thing? Tell me it’s not my throbbing headache.
Everyone: *moderate laughter*

Not really. But that would pwn. There's something suspicious about the new student teacher, and what does he want with Icy?

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-08-20T00:00:00

2006-08-20T07:17:16Z

Shadow Raiders, which was my favourite show when I was about 8 - just old enough to qualify for its "C8" rating, (which has now gone up to PG13, for some reason which I'm certain is completely justifiable - hurray censorship!) was on this friday and it was the episode where the main coupling has their first kiss. I realized that they were my first OTP ever, and also that having a canon OTP, well, pays off. There's a lot more fanservice for those in such a situation. But canon shippers are crazy mofos. They'll tear off your head for so much as suggesting alternative(-lifestyles in most cases involving me BWAHA). But majorly fanon couples (like most of mine - terrifying, really) have benefits too. Like doujinshi. There is way too much doujinshi in the world, but if it was gone, I would not truly be alive.

So I've come to the conclusion that I want a doujinshi. An authentic, true piece of work that combines my favourite things: art and yaoi. Erm. One of those somewhat gentler yaoi ones where the uke says "but why did you save me from that inexplicable dangerous situation?" and the seme replies "this is why" and they proceed to kiss passionately. My life would be fulfilled.

Now I have only to find a way to pass as 18 to utilize the order sites. Goddammit, I've been waiting long enough!

I think this general-commentary-on-fandom/rant-about-my-love-of-pr0n post means nothing to anyone but me, but to those reading it, thanks for taking the time.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-07-23T22:11:00

2006-07-24T05:37:17Z

So this is a collection of facts that have recently come to my awareness:

iPod is officially the simplest software and hardware to operate and understand ever created; the manual is about 12 pages long, but excluding easy-to-comprehend graphics, it's only about 3. (Yet I have managed to irritate it into not allowing me access to certain menus with my incompetence . . . no, it's my impatience. I devastate computers by simply expecting them to complete too many tasks at once.) I'm quite pleased with the workings of the iPod. I'm glad to know that we are at this stage in technological growth when we can create complex devices that operate with 4 buttons. Like the Gameboy. Heh.

"Cockposterous" is the worst word that the English language system of grammar/pronunciation(?) can allow. There are NO WORSE. WTF? No more creating words, especially when cock is primarily occupying your thoughts, Melissa.

Comic-Con is nicknamed the "nerd prom".I think I'll go to Comicon, the nerd prom, (heh, just now my iPod shuffled to this heartbreaking song) after I accomplish every other thing that I want to.

Gackt's lyrics in every single song are mostly based on the lines "I'll cry your name", "I want to hold you in my arms", "a beautiful person I saw in a dream", and the like. That is, they all start with a different story, but by the time the chorus erupts, dear Gakkun reverts to his winning formulas. I don't think he's even trying anymore, he's too focused on his new hairstyles and game seiyuu contracts. But after all, he could say anything and I would still be hopelessly enamoured with him.

yume de yasashi hito o mita
imademo dakishimetai
kimi no na o sakebi tsudzukete . . .

Oh ya, and this:

*the next day*

Icy: That Oren Xiu Pei is really tough, being trained in every martial art ever conceptualized by the greatest mage-warrior martial-arts master to ever reside in Malaysia as she is . . . she’s so mean to Xaryyn! She’s always telling him what to do, treating him like he’s less than human.
Random Adolescent Male of Incredible Beauty: Icy, can I walk you to your next class?
Icy: I can walk myself! Don’t treat me like I’m less than human, just because I’m a girl! *kicks in the crotch*
Talithia: Hey, Icy. How are you this fine day at Eternal Lone Leaf High School?
Icy: I’m fine, but as you know there’s always something nagging in the back of my beautiful skull. I’m thinking about Oren.
Talithia: I think you’re jealous of her because of her relationship with Xaryyn!
Icy: *blushes* No I’m not!! I just . . . I don’t understand my feelings! They’re the one thing that a magical half-angel in the prime of her life can’t handle!
Oren: *appears with Xaryyn trailing her unenthusiastically* Hey, Ice-fairy. You and I need to go to Herbal Medicine. We’re doing a lab today. You’re going to have to show me how to get to the classroom, since Xaryyn doesn’t take that class.
Icy: Nice to see you too, Oren. Sure! Let’s go.

*Herbal Medicine Class*

Eccentric and Friendly Hippie Teacher: I need exactly two and only two volunteers to help me select ingredients for our class experiment today – Icy, you are late!
Oren: Great job, you useless girl! I’m late for my first day!
Icy: Hey–!
Teacher: That’s enough you two. Because you’re late, you two will be my volunteers. I need you two to go and retrieve herbs from the forest behind our school.
Oren: That’ll be no problem, because my years of survival training have made me very familiar with the various herbs growing on every continent.
Icy: And my natural instinct stemming from my half-angel genetic history allows me to have a sense for recognizing plants and animals.
Oren: *glares* I don’t think you could possibly be as practiced as me at surviving in the woods–
Teacher: That’s enough! If all goes well, and I’m 90% sure that nothing compromising will happen, neither of you will have to do any “surviving”. Now you two, fill this container with the Amorous Prototococanthis flower that you’ll find behind the school in the forest.
Icy: Yes, Ms. Ashtree.

*inexplicably huge and intricate forest system*

Oren: You know, Icy, you’re quite a snob. I’m kind of disappointed that I have to deal with you while Xaryyn and I continue to attend this school.
Icy: No one asked you to “deal with me”, Oren. And you’re the one that’s a snob. I’m just different, but you can seem to realize that I’m happy just the way I am, and you can’t come in here and try to change that!
Oren: My, I thought you were more mature than the rest of the children at this school. But it turns out that you aren’t.
Icy: And you, you’re just like the stuck-up girls at my other schools!
Oren: Well, perhaps you’ll be happy to know that I’ll be leaving to a more prestigious school as soon as I can. Xaryyn too.
Icy: Xaryyn is leaving our school? But . . . I . . .
Oren: He deserves a higher education than can be offered in this, this pastoral sector of a big American city. I mean, he needs to be around those who are at his intellectual level.
Icy: Hey! You can’t talk about the people at my school like that! They’re my friends! Except Jimmy . . . and all of the students who are lower in the social pecking-order, and those stuck-up popular rich kids who are higher . . . but that’s beside the point!
Oren: I’ll talk about whoever I want, however I want to–
Icy: Hush! Didn’t you hear that?
Oren: No, but my heightened ninja hearing should pick something up . . .
Icy: Look around us! The colours of the forest are inverting like some cheap Photoshop effect!
Oren: What is this? Genjitsuじゃなぃが?
*the forest swirls until a huge, ominous whirlpool is created*
Icy: Oh no, we’re falling in! Oren, give me your hand!
Oren: I don’t need your help!
*both girls fall into the swirling black aura*
Icy: Where are we? I can’t see a thing!
Oren: Is this some kind of trick, Icy?
Icy: I don’t know. But, this feeling . . . ah! *collapses under the weight of the black magic* It’s-s . . . The Dark Lances!
Oren: The . . . what?
Dark Lance #1: You foolish obligatory Asian girl! We are the most powerful group of evil-doers of all time! (wareware wa MERA saikyou no waruitachi!)
Icy: No you aren’t, you dirty snakes! Once I get up, I’ll defeat you again!
Oren: Watch out, Icy, you’re in no condition to fight! *shields Icy and is downed by a blast of evil magic*
Icy: Oren! Don’t hurt her, it’s me you want!
Dark Lance #2: Let’s see if you can handle the likes of this giant reptile servant of the Dark Lances! Destroy them both, my precious leviathan! Go, Gnosis!
Icy: No! *jumps up and shoots a bright, sparkling, light out of her hands*
Oren: Leave this to me! *fires glowing needles at the monster*
Icy: *white sparks sizzling around her fingers* It’s no use! I’m running out of mana!
Oren: Wait, stop attacking. I hear it chanting . . . something . . . it’s very faint . . .
Icy: Are you sure?
Oren: Trust me! I can speak many languages; I know I can figure it out. It’s our only hope.
Icy: Ok. *withdraws*
Oren: I can understand it . . . it’s saying . . . close the portal and you will be . . . free . . . but, free from what?
Icy: I know. We’re in another dimension inhabited by Gnosis. If we leave, he’ll be at peace.
Oren: But how do we get out?
Icy: We’ll have to go through that portal, the one that we fell through. *points exaggeratedly high into sky*
Oren: How are we going to get up through there?
Icy: I think I can fly through it . . . *struggles to unleash her wing as well as a second, glowing wing made of mana or chakra or something* Come, take my hand, Oren!
Oren: *does so*
Icy: We’re free! And the portal is disappearing. The forest is going back to normal.
Oren: But are you okay? You look kind of weak.
Icy: I’ll be fine. Let’s just gather up our plant sample for Ms. Ashtree and get back to the class.

Ashtree: You two, are you alright? You’re very late!
Icy: Sorry, we ran into . . . some difficulties.
Ashtree: I’m sorry, you two, but that’ll earn you detention. I don’t know exactly what you two were doing, but skipping class is skipping class, no matter the circumstances.
Oren: Understood. It won’t happen again.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-07-19T19:37:00

2006-07-20T02:59:36Z

Ok, listen, seriously, listen to this here shizzle.

This post can sort-of tie in to my previous one, the one about the use of the word "original" being used too lightly to describe fictional works? The generic stories about highschool and magic and drama being produced for a huge profit?

I was in the good'ol U.S.A. over the weekend and I was enjoying their take on television programming (Nickelodeon's all-day channel "Nick" is my favourite for a couple of different reasons; The Colbert Report plays at least 3 times daily), and I witnessed an advertisement for a new show:

"That girl, she's way out of your league buddy."
"She's a half-angel, half-human!"

HOLY FOCK MONKIES. The coming show, or rather, I think it's a made-for-tv movie is basically my parody story (now being refered to as "A Year to Remember") only with the story being centered around Xaryyn being 2 years senior and a lot hornier.

The series also looks a lot darker, maybe more angst, though how much more angst can you get being the last of your species? And in this version, Xaryyn (whose name is freakin' AARON, which is the name I based Xaryyn on, seriously), is also a half-angel.

Icy's character, who is hotter, older, brainless and tanned, shoots light from her hands.

This story's Camerhume appears to be an African-American bald man, like the one in Stargate, not a Gallondrite.

WTF. Does no one see a problem with this?

So I feel it is time to post a second installment of A Year to Remember.

*after school*

Icy: Well, I guess I’m walking home today. I can sense that it’s going to rain soon – Oh, Rhume! What are you doing here?
Camerhume: *jumps/flies into Icy’s arms* Icy! I have an important message from the other guardian sages! It’s about the Dark Lances!
Xaryyn: *unexplained/coincidental appearance* What is that thing?
Camerhume: I’m not a thing, thank you very much; I’m an Imperial Guardian Sage Gallondrite.
Icy: This is my friend Camerhume. She’s like my pet cat or something, I guess.
Camerhume: Pet?! Excuse me?
Xaryyn: It can talk?
Icy: What? You can understand her?
Xaryyn: Why wouldn’t I be able to?
Icy: They say that only the Chosen White Knight of the Eclipse can understand a Gallondrite . . .
Xaryyn: What?
Icy: Nothing! You see, Rhume is a guardian of mine. All angels have them. She’s a magical sage spirit in the body of a winged amethyst cat.
Camerhume: And I’m not a pet! Icy! I have a secret message for you! The Dark Lances (omg was it the Black Lances or something else?) want to meet you at the docks tonight. They’ve stolen the sacred scroll. You must go out and confront them!
Xaryyn: You’re not actually going are you?
Icy: I have to, in order to keep everyone safe.
Xaryyn: Well, someone should come with you. Not that I care, but . . .
Icy: No, I really should go alone.
*at the docks*
Icy: Now what’s going on? There’s no one here . . . is it a trap? But it’s so cold . . . I sense an evil presence . . .
Camerhume: What should we do?
Icy: Shh . . . something is here. Come out, Dark Lances! I’ll use my light of the Evynstarr to shine light around those sinister looking piles of lobster traps. *does so*
Camerhume: Where did you get that light?
Icy: Don’t you remember? It’s been passed down through generations in my family since my great grandmother found it in the woods of my family’s homeland.
Camerhume: Of course.
Icy: Indeed. Now, about those antagonists . . .
Disembodied voice: IcySnowFairy! We have your scroll! Now hand of the Gem of Power.
Icy: What gem? I don’t understand!
Dark Lance#1: You know the one. The sacred Gem of Power, or Hecate’s Magus Gemma, has been in the possession of the elders of angels for centuries.
Icy: What can he be talking about? I’ve never heard of it– I don’t know what you mean!
Dark Lance#2: Don’t play dumb. We know you must have it.
Icy: I don’t know what it is. Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you creeps!
Dark Lance#1: Then, we’ll have to take it by force! Black Magic Attack! (Magical Hats! HAHAHAHA)
Camerhume: Icy, look out!
Icy: Oh no!
Dark Lance#1: What’s this? Something is in the way of my attack?!
Xaryyn: *is burned with wicked black flame* Why don’t you leave innocent girls alone?
Icy: How can this be? Why did you come?
Xaryyn: *is unconscious, but in a sexy position*
Icy: Quenyen Light Flare! *Dark Lances are forced aside*
Dark Lance#1: We’ll be back. Don’t think we’ll forgive you so easily for your haughtiness. And we’ll take that gem, no matter what your try! *leaves*
Icy: Oh, Xaryyn! I’ll heal you with my magic – it drains me, however (even though that last attack didn’t whut) *shining light and that sort of song and dance*
Xaryyn: Are you okay? Where are those guys?
Icy: They’re gone. Do you think you can walk on your own?
Xaryyn: *stoic, stands ackwardly* I just need a second to – *falls conveniently into Icy’s arms*
Icy: Hey, be careful!
Xaryyn: I will be! You should be the one to be careful! I was worried about you –
Icy: What’s that? You worried about me?
Xaryyn: No! Anyway, I’ve got to go home before my Dad gets back . . .
Icy: Okay. *blushes*
Xaryyn: *wanders away mysteriously*
Icy: He acted uncharacteristically nice to me. Mayhaps I will warm his cold heart yet!

*Winter Dance* (YESSS!!)

Talithia: I’m glad I convinced you to come tonight, Icy. It’s going to be fun! I’m just a bit upset that Brendyn asked Jeszika to the dance instead of me.
Icy: I’m sure he’ll see that she’s just a ditsy airhead, nothing like us spirited original girls.
Scirelle: Wow, Icy, I love your green and brown earth-tone dress, that appears innocent and wholesome, as well as stunning and mystifying.
Icy: Thank you, I’m just not very enthusiastic about tonight. I’m worried about Xaryyn.
Scirelle: Well, he’s right over there by the door, looking too cool for the rest of the world of mortals, if you want to talk to him.
Icy: No way. What could I say? He’s too stoic and cool for me anyway. But that night . . .
Talithia: What night?
Icy: Nothing!
Scirelle: Hey look, it’s Rawn and Joehl. Hey you two, are you enjoying the party?
Rawn: I dunno, all these people are making me nervous. And I have a lot of homework waiting for me at home.
Joehl: Rawn, you’re such a nerd! *claps Rawn on the back a bit too hard and knocks his glasses off* Man, you should be checking out all of the hot ladies at this gig, buddy! Dude, man, look at them all, guy! Look at all ’that feminine intimidation and coercion, all those pointy high-heels and judgmental eyes.
Rawn: *nervous whimper* All of these people are aggravating my asthma.
Talithia: You two are quite a pair.
Mysterious and Beautiful Male Voice: Hello there. Icy, is it?
Icy: Yes? And you are?
Marque: My name is Marque. I saw you from across the room. May I dance with you?
Icy: Sure.
Talithia: Wow. What a guy! I’ve never seen him at school before.
Rawn: He being here is quite a preposterous occurrence.
Joehl: Lighten up. Let’s go get some punch. *leaves the scene, that is, area*
Scirelle: Well, it looks like Icy’s getting along pretty well with that guy.
Talithia: Ya, she’s so lucky. *glances a possessive looking Jeszika and shy Brendyn*
Icy: Hey, I think that the Prom Queen and King are about to be announced.
Marque: You should be Prom Queen, Icy.
Icy: Don’t be silly. It could never be me.
Marque: You’re the most beautiful girl here, that’s for sure. I think anyone with working eyes can see that and would vote for you.
Icy: *blushes* Thank you . . . but I don’t know.
Announcer: This year’s Prom King is . . . *takes a curiously long time to open the envelope revealing the chosen king’s name* It’s Jordan Rey Ganador, captain of the football team!
Marque: Interesting. Well, the King doesn’t matter now, does he?
Icy: *watching as Ganador makes his way on to the stage with wide, manly strides*
Announcer: . . . and the his Prom Queen is: Jeszica Lorenz, leader of the Humanity First Club and the Students Against Racism Movement!
Marque: *firmly* That’s not right.
Icy: Well, it’s okay, I guess. Good for Jeszica, she deserves it. But you know, all of that encouragement actually had me half expecting that I might win, Marque.
Marque: No, this can’t be! What went wrong?
Icy: It’s really okay Marque, winning contests isn’t important to me.
Marque: No. You were supposed to go up on that stage! Don’t you see! That’s your spot, up where that little blonde clone is squeaking like an imbecile!
Icy: Marque, what’s wrong with you? Only villains say “imbecile”, after all. Let go of my arm! I don’t want to have to fight you off of me, Marque!
Xaryyn: Leave the lady alone, buddy. *grips Marque’s shoulder with disturbingly strong, heavily-practiced intenseness*
Marque: Leave me alone, you fool! Don’t you see? We were trying to get the Half-blooded Angel girl in a trap we set on the stage! Now our plan is ruined!
Xaryyn: Hey, you’re one of those guys that attacked us before. I never trusted you.
Icy: How can this be? The Dark Lances are so desperate to defeat me that they’re willing to destroy my school?
Xaryyn: Watch out! *pushes a bewildered Icy out of the way of one of Marque’s firey blasts*
Marque: Ha! You think you can hide behind your little school friends? Well, I’ll just have to destroy them all!
Icy: No! This is all my fault – *various convincing reverberations of chaos* Now everyone is going to get hurt because of me!
Xaryyn: Do something! The situation is getting worse! Do something magical like you did before!
Icy: Right. I’ve got to try! *in a flash of light the chaos subsides, fires are extinguished and Marque disappears into the shadows*
Xaryyn: Wow. You must be the type that danger follows wherever she goes.
Icy: . . .huh? *woozy and laying across Xaryyn’s arms* Oh, ya. At least you’re always with me to catch me. We make quite a team.
Xaryyn: Hn. Anyway, it looks like the fires were put out before they did any damage. And no one was hurt.
Icy: Right. I’d better check on my friends.
Xaryyn: And I’m going home. ’Looks like the party’s over.
Icy: Ya. And Xaryyn–
Xaryyn: *flips back black, mysterious hair and looks back over a strong shoulder* Yes?
Icy: Thank you.
*Xaryyn’s House*

Xaryyn: Father, I’m home.
Xaryyn’s Father: Where were you? Wasting time with those fools at your school?
Xaryyn: Father, I’m sorry, I finished my training regimen for the day and I figured it would be okay if I–
Xaryyn’s Father: Don’t you call me that! You will address me as ‘sir’!
Xaryyn: Right, sir. Forgive me.
Xaryyn’s Father: To think, my own legacy would be so reckless and ungrateful. I, Pernicus Of IronGlade could deserve at least the respect of the boy that I raised on my own for all of his life.
Xaryyn: It won’t happen again, sir.
Pernicus: You fool. If you think apologies can save you from your punishment, you are mistaken!

*resuming the usual routine at school*

Talithia: That was some dance. The cops couldn’t tell who the arsonist who attacked our school was. It’s a real mystery.
Icy: Yes. It put every innocent person there in jeopardy.
Talithia: But, I remember a flash of light, and we were saved, somehow. And I saw Xaryyn fighting with that crazy guy.
Icy: I guess the night was pretty much ruined after that guy showed up, wasn’t it?
Talithia: I dunno, it was pretty exciting. And after that, Brendyn and I totally hooked up.
Icy: I’m glad for you.
Talithia: Hey, who’s that over there? She looks almost too mature to be in high school.
Icy: Ya. I haven’t seen her around here before.
Intimidating Female Stranger: Hey, you two, where do I find room 170?
Icy: Turn left, then it’s right across the hall.
Stranger: Hmph. *leaves*
Talithia: Wow, she’s a tough one. Not even a ‘thank you’.
Icy: Ya. Something seems strange about her . . . hey, on a subject that is, as far as I know, unrelated, have you seen Xaryyn anywhere today?
Talithia: Nope, I haven’t seen him since the dance.
Icy: Oh, there he is, appearing uncharacteristically unconfident. *calls* Hey, Xaryyn! Over here! That’s odd, he’s ignoring me.
Female Stranger: Xaryyn, come over here. You’re late and you’re bruised. Tell me why.
Xaryyn: It’s nothing. Let’s just go in.
Icy: Hmm . . . let’s go over there and see what’s going on.
Female Stranger: Xaryyn, who is this girl?
Xaryyn: Her name is Icy. She’s . . . a girl I know.
Female Stranger: Well, won’t you introduce me?
Xaryyn: Right. *avoiding eye contact* This is Oren Xiu Pei. She’s from Singapore; a trained ninja/linguist/summoner/clairvoyant/survival expert from the most exotic depths of Asia. I’ve known her since we were children–
Oren Xiu Pei: I’m his fiancée.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-07-03T00:17:00

2006-07-03T07:52:27Z

HSAU Parody of EPIC AMUSEMENT and UNQUESTIONABLE SOAP-OPRACY

KK, this is the official first online posting of my incredible High-School Alternate Universe (HSAU) work about Icy and Xaryyn and their trials in highschool.

I wrote this to contend with the growing amount of cheap, long-drawn, overdramatic amount HSAU fanfiction taking over fandoms. (The trend is growing even faster than North American yaoi sector, which, when I began, was also small and mostly considered unacceptable.) NO fandom is safe, it seems, as I've seen from even just peering into a fandom, taking in the vast scope of tormented teens who resolve to write and read such work.

The works to which I am refering are the ones spanning from the fandoms of Harry Potter, to my beloved Shaman King, which place all of the author's selected favourite characters going to high school and dealing with practices such as going to gym class and coupling. Original characters are involved with the main characters, OC's which are extensions of the author who wants to get busy with the heroic Harry, lonely warrior Ren, and other such males with figuritive cages around their figuritive hearts.

I believed that this trend was atleast limited to the likes of fanfiction and fandom, but I've noticed a conciderable amount of 'original', if it can be so labeled, fiction in all applicable medias. The final straw for me was when I saw the sort of work being published. That is, someone was making a living out of fulfilling their 12-year-old, half-elf-Barbie meets dark-mage-Ken, highschool dating scene dreams.

The book that I was inroduced to, and I am certain that there are others, was about a girl who is not only lonely AND a tomboy AND an underdog AND with divorced parents, but she is also cold-hearted and doubtful of all others. UNTIL, she meets a boy who is the most beautiful, mysterious, other-worldly being who has ever attended the small town high-school who, without a doubt, is attracted to her. The two persue one another, the girl thinks about the confusing feelings in her body, and the boy stands offside and acts far too cool. I nearly choked on the lines describing the boy's eye-colour-changing ability and I knew that respectable fiction is long gone when the boy turned out to be a VAMPIRE - the sexiest of all of the undead breeds.

There is a difference between writing fiction and writing out and binding fantasies. There is a place for such Harlequin and doujinshi works, and god knows, it's one of my favourite places, but ficticious novels cannot carry on so! I suppose entertainment is the original purpose of such works, but HSAU cannot become mainstream. My writer's heart cannot stand to see it.

So this parody work is an endless entity, which upon reading leaves readers swinging between a sense of excitement and suspence, and the sense that leaves them wanting to slap a hand to their forehead and strangle the author. It's frusterating to feel intrigued by the piece, especially when I filled it with an assortment of cliches and other such writing follies. The work does not have any breaks between chapters, though I realize that writing chapter titles would be another adventure.

Mary Sue; A Study in Fluff; A Rope of Sand
Strangely Intriguing – AKA: A Year to Remember; The Story of IcySnowFairy the Half-Angel

Girl of Undisclosed Origin: Excuse me, could you guide me to my next class? I’m new here.
Antagonist Male #1: What’s with the wing, fairy-girl? Halloween’s over, you know.
Girl: No, you don’t understand – I couldn’t possibly explain it all now, mostly because I don’t even know the whole story . . .
Antagonist Male #2: Ya right. You callin’ us stupid?
Dark, Stoic, Yet Strikingly Beautiful Male Lead: Hey, why don’t you fellas pick on someone your own size? Leave her alone.
Antagonist Male #2: Ya, what’re you gonna do if we don’t?
Male Lead: If you don’t leave her alone, I won’t be able to let you live.
Antagonist Male #1: *noticeably aroused disturbed by Male Lead’s dark stoniness* Ya, well, we ain’t lookin’ for trouble. Have fun with fairy-girl here. *leaves*
Girl: Thanks, um, I didn’t catch your name . . .
Male Lead of Indescribable Beauty: I didn’t give you it.
Girl: *taken aback* Oh, well, I’m IcySnowFairy Magnolia Kuchidzuke. I’m new here; I moved here from a foreign country that my father found work in.
Male Lead: Oh really. *tuff* What’s with the one wing?
IcySnowFai—uh, whatever: I’m half-angel, you see. My mother was of the angel race and she died when I was a little kid, making me the last of our kind.
Male Lead: *coldly* Hn . . . well, we’d better get to class.

*time elapse*

Random Girl: That dark-looking guy with the green/aqua/cerulean eyes? He’s the toughest and quietest and the most forlorn and distant guy at our school. His name is Xaryyn Prometheus IronGlade, and he hardly talks to anyone.
IcySnowFairy: Oh no, I have P.E. with him. I hope nothing strange happens to reveal my true identity.

*P.E.*

Teacher: So, you’ll be working fitness testing (sit-ups, push-ups, stretching and the like – the sexiest part of gym class) in pairs today.
Xaryyn: Hn. I guess you’re with me.
Icy: Okay, let’s get this over with.
Xaryyn: Hey, are you okay? Your normally radiant peach skin looks pale –

*time elapse*

Icy: Where am I? I have a headache . . .
Xaryyn: So you’re finally awake.
Icy: You! Why are you here?
Xaryyn: You fainted in gym class, so I brought you here because no one knew where your house was.
Icy: Where is this place – ow, my head!
Xaryyyyyn: Hey, lie down before you fall down. I don’t want you dying in my house.
Icy: Well, thanks for your great concern. Wait, this is your house?
Xxxaryyynnnn or whatever it is: Ya, my mom died when I was born, and my father only comes around sometimes . . . which is good . . .
Icy: What do you mean?
Xaryyn: Nothing! Anyway, what’s with your fainting?
Icy: Oh, that’s just what happens to all half-fairies (angels, was it?) when our power is drained – I’ll never be whole until the curse is broken.
Xaryyn: When will that be?
Icy: They say that the curse will only be broken with . . . true love’s kiss . . .
Xaryyn: Oh. *seemingly indifferent*
Icy: At any rate, I should be heading home, before –
*CRASH*
Xaryyn: What was that? What are you people doing in my house?!
Icy: Oh no, it’s them!
Evil Goon #1: Hmm . . . what is the chosen half-blooded angel doing with a mere human? I guess we’ll just have to destroy them both.
Xaryyn: What the . . . ? Hey, you wanna tell me what’s going on?
Icy: These are the Black Lances. They’re traitor angels with black wings and they wield evil magic!
Evil Black Lance #2: Enough talk! Feel the power of my Black Magic attack! (kougeki shiro! ha, inside joke)
Icy: Oh Goddess of Light, I call upon thee! (insert Latin/Quenyen words here) attack! *holy light of sorts encircles Icy and cleanly dispels all evil doers*
Xaryyn: *temporarily alarmed* Wow . . . hey, are you okay? *catches a woozy IcySnowFairy*

*later that night*

Icy: *on her bed in a silk nightgown* Wow, what a first day at school this turned out to be. I really hope that this new home will work out, and the Black Lances won’t bother me. And that boy . . . (dot dot dot)
Talking Winged-Cat: What boy, Icy?
Icy: Oh, Camerhume, it’s no one, just some tough, dark guy I met.
Camerhume: I think you like him.
Icy: What?! Never! He must think I’m a complete dork. *thoughtful* The truth is, I might actually have feelings for him . . .

*at school*

Acquired Subordinate Best Friend: Icy, do you have a date to the Winter Dance yet?
Icy: No Talithia, I just don’t feel like dancing much after what happened at Xaryyn’s house . . .
Talithia: What’s that? You trailed off mysteriously there.
Icy: Nothing!
Talithia: Anyway, I’ve heard that Jimmy is going to ask you to the dance.
Icy: Oh no, Jimmy the Square? The biggest nerd in school?
Talithia: The very same. But, here’s the thing, Jack wants to ask you too, you see.
Icy: Oh really?
Talithia: Ya, and so does Mayson. And . . . uh, Wolfe. And Maxwell . . . and Xander . . .
Icy: Well, I’ll just brush them off with my tough, feminist, yet still vulnerable and cute personality. I wonder if Xaryyn would invite me to the dance . . . no, he’s too cold and guarded for that . . . Oh, why am I thinking of him, of all people?!
Talithia: Also Gibson, Eryck, that new student teacher Mr. Greenleaf, um, Jacob Nauticus the Third, Harry Potter, Athrun Zala – ya I’ve heard that Shinn Asuka and he are going to have a knife-fight over you.
Icy: Oh dear. That Potter fellow sounds intriguing . . .
Talithia: Gee, Icy, you sure seem to attract a lot of male attention, even though you’re new here.
Icy: Ya, I wonder why? *shakes back silvery bluish hair and adjusts traditional Paladin robe*

*P.E. class*

Icy: I have to face Xaryyn, and I haven’t talked to him since that happened. I mean, it’s no big deal, I just hope that he doesn’t think that I’m a nerd or something – What am I thinking, about him, again? It’s not like I have feelings for him . . .
Xaryyn: Hey. *stoic*
Icy: Hey. Sorry for brushing you off these last couple of days. It’s just, what happened with the Dark Lances –
Teacher: Icy M. Kuchidzuke?
Icy: Present!
Xaryyn: Hey, what’s your middle name?
Icy: Oh, Magnolia.
Xaryyn: I see. That was my mother’s name . . .

AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-06-19T15:53:00

2006-06-19T23:19:31Z

School is nearly over for another year, and I have failed to make any progress with anything. I feel exactly as I did last year, except I'm noticing boys more----that is, the LACK OF THEM. ALL TEENAGE BOYS FAIL. I hate their giggling and suggestive comments and inside jokes and insecure little cliques! This is a precise recounting of what I saw before French class:

A group of boys came in, chuckling like they were high on their collective stupidity, appearing to be returning from smoking some horse-tails that a guy in the park told them was weed, or jacking each other off in a bathroom stall, or excluding others, or whatever it is that teenage boys do, and they started drawing penises all over the whiteboards. They labeled the parts just in case someone entered the room wondering what they represented.

Dispite their initial arrogance, the boys erased the pictures out of fear of being caught, but before dashing away one of them decided to replace one of the French words intended for review with their own verb: "penir".

I remember this incident because I was so STUNNED by their STUPIDITY. Because they were in a group, they would do anything to make the others laugh and make them seem like the most disgusting of all --- had they been seperate, well, I suppose they would be trying to find eachother. Boys are stupid. Not all of them are perverts, but they're all stupid in some way.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-06-16T19:07:00

2006-06-17T02:46:41Z

SO I've been less than attentive to this poor lonely blog and despite the lack of readers, watchers, and any sort of contacts on whom I may be holding-out, I feel I have an obligation to fill this space. The thing is, I have so many different books and coil-bound treasures to write in, that when it comes to ranting or talking about different happenings in my life, logging on (remembering my password, re-researching even the simplist of lj-tags) seems like to much hassle to simply put my pains into words.

I've noticed what made me stop (had I ever started?) watching the news. The news is a media for spreading incessant pain and insecurity! And anger! Such anger I have for all of those stupid innocent citizens, political correctness advocates, and religious martyrs! I can't stand to hear any more about the controversy surrounding Muslims living in Canada who refuse to follow the laws because Allah wills that they don't. There should be no indecision regarding immigrants - if you don't follow the rules and share our country's beliefs, then do not live here! Almost all of my friends are immigrants and I cherish them all, but when I hear about young men wanting to take ceremonial daggers to school (one of the only rules remaining in our schools is the one that says you cannot have weapons in schools) and bin Laden fans deciding to make a weekend out of causing severe casualties, my temper flares. That is, my temper only flares briefly and then recedes under an increasingly cynical, distrusting layer of persistent disassociation. And what's that word for someone who believes in nothing at all? A skeptic, only more disappointed.

(Am I being like one of those non-conformist goth kids from South Park? It's starting to sound that way.)

I've been watching the Hour on CBC's channel 21 and despite the blatant attempts to attract "the young people" with "rock and roll music", I like it. I've learned so much that I should never need to know, like where the first public Satanic ritual will take place, but it cheers me to see every side of the stories - that is, the sides of the stories as told from the view of the least involved participant because they are the only story-tellers the CBC can afford. The Daily Show and The Colbert Report make me endlessly happy to watch. I've been watching Canadian versions of the shows since I was four or so. It's something we started before the Americans - it takes a country's politics falling into extreme disarray to move a country to create satirical shows, meaning Canada's politics were driven into the ground years ago. Or perhaps we are just quicker to laugh at ourselves.

Allow me to fangirl over Stephen Colbert who is my favourite 40 year old man (next to Gackt---just kidding, Gakkun isn't a man) and said this: "The plan is in full swing, men. We've already convinced women that stripping makes them sexually-empowered; now if we can convince them that staying home and cooking dinner builds character they'll be doing everything we want!" ---so maybe said quote is less than appealing, but it's how he said it. He is brilliant and he plays his character with a straight face. I love it. But that is much besides the point. Politics make me cry even more than my own insecurity.

I wish everyone would straighten, look things over and realize that I am the only shining beacon of light. I am the only person on earth who isn't stupid! So please, everyone. I win.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-04-15T11:23:00

2006-04-15T18:27:36Z

The Annual Garden Show happened this weekend and So ya, the description was someone else's idea, I, don't think it does the piece any better to have it.

bakuhatsubutsu @ 2006-04-14T18:58:00

2006-04-15T02:02:14Z

I sold an artwork on Wednesday for a whole $50! I'm well on my way to making a living at it. So here, take a look: Accurate scale is, like, um . . . ok 1 1/2'?

And for the sake of lolz, here's a cat.

ELJAY

2006-02-26T06:42:47Z

I'm on LJ I rox! No really, this is like, the greatest thing I've done ~~in a long while.~~ EVAR