Saturday, September 25, 2004

Weekend at Tenchi's part 1

(the Masaki house, outside) Tenchi: (standing by the front door, glances at his watch, looks down the drive) Huh? A: (off in the distance) Hey!! Masaki-san!! T: Justin!! (runs down the drive) A: (runs up to Tenchi) Both: (high five) A: Dude! Wussup, man? (hugs Tenchi) T: (hugs Artukei) It’s great to see you again, buddy. Long time, no see. What’s that on your face? A: It’s called a beard, dingus. You’re looking kind of shaggy too. T: Oh. Yeah, I’m just going for a new look. (his hair’s a little longer in the back) A: Yeah, you look good with a mullet. T: It’s not a mullet. A: Sure, dude. Anyway, how’ve you been? T: Great, just great. You? A: Fantastic. M: Ahem. A: Oh. Tenchi, this is my friend Jinnai Makoto. M: It’s nice to meet you, Tenchi. (bows) T: Nice to meet you too. (returns bow) O: (pops up over Artukei’s shoulder) T: Hey, Ozz! How’s it going? O: Zooo! ^_^ T: Well, let’s get going. I’ll take your bags, Jinnai-san. M: Thank you, and you can call me Makoto. A: Thanks for letting us come down for the weekend, Masaki. T: No problem. Things have been a little boring around here lately. A: Dude, given your living conditions, I find that very hard to believe. T: OK. Some of the girls really wanted to see you again...and I did too. A: Which girls? T: I think you know. A: Maybe not. (She probably never wants to see me again.) (inside) T: You got here just in time. Sasami’s almost finished making dinner. A: (peeks head in door) Konnichiwa, Masaki family! Sasami: (peeks around corner) Huh? Justin! A: Sasami! S: (runs to Artukei) A: (kneels down and hugs Sasami) Oh, Sasami-chan, it’s so good to see you. You’re growing up so fast. You’ll be looking like Tsunami in no time. S: ^_^ (looks up) Ozz! O: Zoo. (nuzzles Sasami) ???: REOW! (something jumps over Sasami and lands on Artukei’s shoulder) A: AAH! Ryo-ohki: REOW! A: Hey there, Ryo-ohki. (scratches her ears) You missed me too? Ayeka: Oh, Lord Tenchi, you’re home. OH! Lord Justin! What a surprise. (bows) A: (gets up) Princess Ayeka. (bows) It’s good to see you. (kisses her hand) M: (rolls her eyes) Oh, please. AY: Oh. Lord Tenchi, who is this girl? A: It’s alright, Lady Ayeka. She’s with me. This is my friend Jinnai Makoto. M: Konnichiwa. S: Hello. AY: How do you do, Miss Makoto. T: I’ll just take your bags upstairs. A: What are you, a bellhop? I’ll help. (upstairs) T: You can bunk in my room tonight. A: Well I don’t have much of a choice, do I? Unless the princesses don’t mind me bunking with them. T: (shakes his head, sighs) Some things never change. A: Haha! Yeah. It seems like... T: Hmm? What’d you say? A: ........ T: Justi... A: Shh. T: ........ A: ........ (quickley turns around and blocks a punch from someone) I was wondering how long you were going to wait, Ryoko. R: Damn it! You’re faster than last time. Good job. A: Some things do change. R: (glomps Artukei from behind) Whadaya say to a spar later on? For old time’s sake? A: We’ll see. I may have blocked that punch, but I’m still a little rusty. S: (from downstairs) Dinner is ready! R: Oh, great! I’m starved. (flies downstairs) A: What is she talking about? She doesn’t even need to eat. (downstairs) S: Is that everybody? Where’s Washu? A: I think I know. R: Probably hanging out with DJ. T: Oh, that’s right. Justin, I forgot to mention... A: No need, Masaki. I know all about Deej. Washu: (enters from her lab) Sorry everybody. I was just...hey, Justin’s here. Wussup? A: Not much. Huh? T: What is it? A: My bishie-sense is going off. M: Ha! Like you have a “bishie-sense.” A: I detected you, didn’t I? (refer to Makoto’s first webisode) M: Huh? Well, even if you do have a so-called “bishie-sense”, no wonder it’s going off. We’re in a house filled with women. A: No, this is a new bishie: tall, slender, blue eyes, blonde hair, 240 lbs. 3...2...1. “SPLASH!!” M: What the hell!? A: Like clockwork. T: And that’d be Mihoshi. -_-\/ (slosh, slosh, slosh) MI: Eww. I’m all wet. Miss Washu, could you fix my...Justin? A: ‘Sup, Miyo? MI: (glomps Artukei) A: Oof! MI: I thought you’d gone away forever! A: Uh...Mihoshi? You’re getting me all wet. Not to mention cutting off my oxygen. MI: Oh, sorry. (lets go) Hey, what are you doing here? A: Well, other than Washu, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you guys, I thought it was high time for a visit. M: “240 lbs?” I think your scanners are off by at least 50%. A: That was a combined weight. M: Huh? A: Blue eyes, greenish-blue hair, slim and trim athletic build, 5’9”, 35-26-36. M: Dang. That thing is specific. ???: I swear, Mihoshi! If you do that one more time, I’ll...uh! 0_0 A: Hello Kiyone. K: Uh...Justin...hi...um. All: ........ K: (ahem) Mihoshi, we still have to file our report. Come on. (goes upstairs) MI: Oh right! Coming! (follows) A: Yep. Some things never change. M: (whispers) Hey, Tenchi. T: Hmm? M: What is it between Justin and Kiyone? T: Uh uh. If you wanna know that, you’re going to have to ask one of them yourself. M: Hmm.

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Friday, September 24, 2004

GL5K: Super Street Fighter II
Everyone’s rushing out to get Street Fighter 15th Anniversary. Poor fools. I still have my SNES copy. Let’s see if I’ve still got the moves.

A: (dressed like Ryu) You ready, Makoto?
M: (dressed like Bison) What’s it look like?
A: Hmm. I was kind of hoping to see you in Chun Li’s outfit. But no matter. Even if you are Bison, you still don’t stand a chance.
M: Yeah right. We both know you stink at fighting games.
A: Some of the new ones, yes. But this is old-school. I ruled this game back in the day. (does impression of a poorly dubbed kung-fu movie) Your winning streak is about to end, Makoto-san. Prepare to die. WAAA!!
M: Nuff talk! It’s game time!
“Round 1. FIGHT!”
A: HA-DO-KEN!! (shoots fireball from his hands)
M: Oof! (falls back) Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.
A: Hmph.
M: PSYCHO CRUSHER! (becomes electrified and flies towards Artukei)
A: (jumps over Makoto) Heh. Haven’t seen that move in a while. (jab, punch, punch, uppercut) 4 hit combo!
M: (dizzy) @_@
A: (shoulder throw) HA!
“BOOM!”
A: And now for my finishing move. SOAR-YU-KEN!!
M: AHHH!! (falls down)
“Ryu Wins”
M: Pause it! I think my head’s spinning.
A: I didn’t wail on you TOO hard, did I?
M: I’ll be fine. I’m just getting warmed up. Round 2!
A: Your funeral.

(10 minutes later)

GL: Final Score: Artukei-7. Makoto-5.
Both: (takes off their headbands)
A: Woo! I’ve still got it!
M: Man, that game’s a pretty good workout. If only I could fight that good in reality.
A: Which one? This one or the one where I write everything you say?
M: Huh?
A: Nothing. ^_^

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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

   Fun with Star Wars
"Star Wars” just came out on DVD yesterday. That’s why I have this pick up.



It makes me laugh, but it also makes me think. “Star Wars” would be funny if it were re-enacted by the cast of “Tenchi Muyo.” I definitely see a lot of Han Solo in Ryoko. And I can just imagine Ayeka saying, “Could someone get this big walking carpet out of my way?” refering to a human-form Ryo-ohki. Kiyone as a stressed out C-3PO, Mihoshi as a bumbling R2-D2, and Washu would make an interresting Yoda. They’d probably have to do only the first one, cause a relationship between Ryo and Ayeka could get kinda weird. But that’s my version. Hey! If YOU guys could re-cast “Star Wars” with any anime characters from any series, who would be in it and who would they play? Think about it and let me know. I may re-enact it with YOUR cast. Oh-ho, this’ll be interresting. (rubs hands villainously)
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Monday, September 20, 2004

Flood
Hey, check it out. The staff pictures are in COLOR now! And mine's a little more accurate than the last. Now everyone can see my goatee.

Okay, song of the week. If I had known last week was going to be so torrential (look that one up), I would have posted this then. Plus, it's been a while since I put up some "Jars". LET'S ROCK!


Rain rain on my face
Hasn't stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud

CHORUS:
But if I can't swim after forty days
And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up - When I'm falling
Lift me up - I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - Keep me from
drowning again

Down pour on my soul
Splashing in the ocean I'm losing control
Dark sky all around
I can't feel my feet touching the ground

CHORUS

Calm the storms that drench my eyes
Dry the streams still flowing
Cast down all the waves of sin
And guilt that overthrow me

CHORUS

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Have great week everybody! Ja ne! L8R!

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Friday, September 17, 2004

Reality Check
Two announcements,
One: The fabeled BIG thing is nearing completion.
Two: "GHOST IN THE SHELL 2: INNOCENCE" COMES OUT IN THEATERS IN THE U.S. TODAY!!! I'm going to try and see it this weekend. I hope it comes to one of the theaters in town. But I don't care if I have to drive to another state, I'M GOING TO SEE IT! What about you guys? Are you as excited as me?
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Can Smeagol come out and play?
I added a new link to my intro. It's to "Best Case Scenario", a board run by my good friend Raywing Blitz. Check it out! I'm sure she'd appriciate it if you stopped by. But for now...


WE'VE GOT MOVIE SIGN!!

(curtain opens on Artukei crouching on a rock)

A: (in his Gollum voice) The thieves. The little thieves. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked. Tricksey. False!

(shakes his head) No no. Not master.

Yes. False! They will beat you, hurt you, lie to you.

Master’s my friend.

You don’t have any friends. Nobody likes you.

(covers his ears) Not listening. I’m not listening.

You’re a liar and a thief.

No.

Murderer.

(sniff) Go away.

Go away? (laughs)

(sniff) I hate you.

Where would you be without me? (gollum, gollum) I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me!

Not any more.

What did you say?

Master looks after us now. We don’t need you anymore.

What?

Leave now and never come back.

No!

Leave now and never come back!

Grrr!

LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!……..(looks around) We told him to go away. And away he goes, precious! (dances around) Gone! Gone! Smeagol is free!

(applause)
A: (in normal voice) Thank you! (bows) Thank you!
M: (backstage) He does that Gollum impression a little too well.


All my friends agree, I do a dead-on Gollum.

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Monday, September 13, 2004

   Little Man
Well, things have finally gotten back to normal around here. Then again, it was never normal to begin with. In that case, things have gotten better around here; better than they've been in a long time, actually. Makoto and I are finally getting along. So in observance of our truce, I've let her pick the colors for this week, as you can probably already see. If you can't tell the difference, this would be a good chance to test yourself for color-blindness. Hehe. (ahem) Back to business.

I realized today that I haven't posted a song by the O.C. Supertones yet. My hometown group! (For those of you who don't know, I was born and raised near Orange County, CA.) So this is one of their most popular songs. An oldie but a goldie. LET'S ROCK!


Keep both my eyes transfixed on the prize
A high-rise under blue skies my piece of the pie
There's a hole in my heart that I know how to fill
That's to light my cigarettes with a hundred dollar bill
It's all about cashflow the California dream
To make the grade you gotta make the green
My friend I'm the champion I've no time for losers
Never ask for nothing 'cause beggars can't be choosers

Lookin' out for number one's a full time occupation
I'll give to me, myself, and I my own salvation
Some people try to tell me God can save me from my sin
God can take a number and I'll pencil Him in
Busy o' so busy got no time to search
My Sunday's are all booked I got no time for church
That's for those poor souls dry as a stone
God bless this child 'cause this child's got his own

Oh let my pride fall down I'm a little man
Oh let my pride fall down I'm a little man

He who gets the most toys and dies is the winner
I'm livin' the high life with lobster tail dinners
My Lexus, my yacht, my gold chains and rings
There are a few of my favorite things
But most of all I keep my billfold the closest to my heart
House decorated with million dollar works of art
Roll with bigwigs they think I'm the man
But then I stop and look and think about how big I really am

Oh let my pride fall down I'm a little man
Oh let my pride fall down I'm a little man

Mammon is an unforgiving god so I cast him away
I live my life to God, not to get paid
Money can never save soul and I don't think I can
I look to God and I feel a little man.

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Have a great week, everybody! Ja ne! L8R!

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Sunday, September 12, 2004

A: Why didn’t she just say she liked me?
O: You know girls like Makoto-san. She’s the tough girl; she doesn’t want to seem vulnerable so she hides her emotions.
A: I can’t believe YOU never told me.
O: You never asked. Still, I can’t believe you missed it.
A: Missed what?
O: The hints.
A: What hints? She never gave any hints.
O: (sigh) Sometimes you’re so dense it’s amazing how I ever set up a link with you.
A: Oh, har-dee-har.
O: Think back. You remember a couple of months ago when we were playing “this or that”? What was the last question she asked you?
A: She asked, “Aisha or me.”
O: Um-hm.
A: What’s that have to do with anything?
O: Think about it. Herself VS the one bishie you long after the most.
A: I never thought about it like that.
O: And when we had the karaoke party, she became very amorous towards you.
A: She was drunk. That doesn’t count.
O: She was also uninhibited.
A: Not good enough.
O: Well, the pranks, the intrutions, everything. All classic signs of interrest. Even her coming all the way over to the states is proof enough. You may not have noticed it, but she’s been very affectionate towards you. Even without scanning her I could see it.
A: ......You have too much time on your paws, you know that?
O: So do you.
A: Touché. (sigh) Well, I guess the only thing to do now is finally burry the hatchet.
O: Zooo. ^_^

(upstairs)
“knock knock”
A: (opens the door halfway) (quietly) Hey.
M: (sitting on her bed) Hey.
A: Okay if I come in?
M: I guess.
A: (walks in, sits on the bed next to Makoto) I’m sorry things got ugly back there. And I’m sorry I yelled at you.
M: S’okay
A: So...now that I know the truth, I don’t know how I missed it. (nervous laugh)
M: ........
A: Do you really like me?
M: (blushes)
A: I’ll take that as a “yes.”
M: ........
A: Makoto...
M: I had so much fun that summer, with you as my chef’s assistant. That’s why I came over to America. I wanted to work with you and have fun just like old times.
A: Well, I’m glad YOU had fun. All I remember was you barking out orders. And you’d kick my ass if I didn’t do something perfectly.
M: I know, and I’m sorry. At first, I took it as an indirect insult that they hired me an assistant; an AMERICAN assistant. Heh! You didn’t know the first thing about Asian cuisine.
A: But I did have skills...and an excellent teacher.
M: See? That’s what I’m talking about. Eventually, I threw away my Yankee stereotypes and saw you for who you were. Not some chauvinist pig who’s never worked a day in his life; but a caring gentleman who’s always willing to cheer you up with a joke or a song.
A: I was a hard worker, too.
M: No. You were pretty much a lazy-ass. And I have to confess, for the first few days, that constant singing of yours was annoying.
A: Was?
M: Still is....but not as much.
A: Oh?
M: Don’t get full of yourself. I’ve just built up a tolerance, that’s all.
A: (laughs)
M: The funny thing was, just as I was starting to like you, the summer was over and.....you left.
A: .....so many memories from that place.
M: ........
A: Well, now that we’ve finally reached an understanding…(holds out hand)
M: Huh?
A: Truce?
M: What?
A: Clean slate. No more pranks. No more being at each other’s throats. Let’s go back to the reason you came here; so we could finally be a team again. Just you and me....and Ozz.
O: ^_^
A: Well?
M: (hugs Artukei)
A: Oof! (hugs Makoto-san)
O: (hugs Makoto’s arm)
M: So, does this mean I’m co-admin?
A: I’ll bump you up to PA.

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Saturday, September 11, 2004

The story so far:

In the summer of 2002, Justin (a.k.a. Artukei) took up a summer job at an inn in rural Japan. He was given the position of assistant to the head chef, Makoto Jinnai. For three months, Justin and Makoto worked as team…rarely. Mostly all the two did was get on each other’s nerves. Maybe it was bad chemistry. Maybe it was prejudice. No one knows exactly how or why it started, but the two were constantly at war with each other.

Almost two years later, Makoto joined the online staff of Artukei’s myotaku.com. And since history has a tendency of repeating itself, Makoto has been a constant nuisance to Justin ever since. But all of Makoto’s previous acts are nothing compared to her latest. Taking Justin’s dream of an interview with Aisha Clan-clan into her own hands, she has been submitting e-mails on a daily basis to the anime heroine without any consent from the head admin. At this point, Justin was at his wit’s-end. Now, having his legacy tarnished and his dreams shattered, he has slumped into a state of depression.


A: (asleep on the couch with a sake bottle in hand)
M: (standing over Artukei) Ozz, you know what to do.
O: (sits on Artukei’s head and puts his tails on his temples)
A: (wakes up) FREE MY MEN!! Huh? (looks up at Makoto) Oh, it’s you. Come to gloat over your victory?
M: Get up, dummy.
A: Can’t. I’ve got a monstrous hangover.
M: From water?
A: Wha?
M: I promised them I wouldn’t let you do anything stupid. Now come on! You’ve got to stop moping like this. You’ve been laying on that couch and listening to Mozart’s Requiem for three days straight.
A: (turns over, back towards Makoto) Why do you care?
M: Because I’m your friend.
A: (quietly) Bullshit.
M: What did you say?
A: Why did you even come here, anyway?
M: What?
A: Why did you come here?
M: I told you, I was fired.
A: I called the inn a long time ago, Makoto-san.
M: 0_0 !
A: (turns back over) The manager said you QUIT.
M: .....W-well of course he would...say that.
A: Stop it. Stop. I don’t want to hear any more!
M: ..........
A: (sits up) Why, Makoto-san? Why leave your job to come over here, to the US, to me, AND MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL!!
M: J-Justin-san....
A: (stands) Ever since you came here, you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side! Vandalizing my site, publicly humiliating me, and prying into my personal life! I’m sick of it! I want you OUT!
M: ....f..FINE! I WILL go! I’ll be out of your life forever!
A: YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED MY QUESTION YET!!
M: uh...
A: Did you come here solely to torment me?! Did I do something wrong to you all those years ago that made you hate me like this?! Or is this all just your sick and twisted way of saying you like me, or something?!
M: um...
A: I want to know the truth, Makoto-san! I want to know RIGHT NOW!!
M: YES!
A: YES, WHAT?
M: I LIKE YOU!
A: 0_0 !..........
O: 0_0 !..........
M: ..........(sniff)
A: ......um....
M: (walks out, runs upstairs)
A: .......(sigh) Well,...now what?

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Thursday, September 9, 2004

DON’T WORRY, KIDS. I’M NOT GOING TO LET THIS ONLINE JOURNAL DIE. NOT IF I CAN HELP IT. AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT ARTUKEI. I’LL MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING STUPID. DAMN IT, JUSTIN-SAN! YOU’RE SO MELODRAMATIC! *GROANS* WHY DOESN’T HE JUST TRUST ME? HE’LL THANK ME FOR THIS LATER; I GUARANTEE IT.
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