Sunday, July 1, 2007

Only Love
I really love watching "Tokimeki Memorial Only Love" for the following reasons:


1. Professor Yagen and his spider-like maneuvering and general creepiness/insanity

2. The track captain and all his intense egotism

3. Inukai's incredible hotness (damn!)

4. I get to hear Akabane's voice coming out of a creepy, old, perverted female actress


What more could you ask for?!
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Friday, June 22, 2007

Yay!
Hanna is proud to have drawn the first GetBackers comic on the Otaku. Oh dear god; it took so long!
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   Black or White
I'm thinking about having a suit fitted... but I can't decide if I want black or white. Some of my friends say black, others say white. I don't know which would look better on me, and if I spend $700 on something; I want it to look damn good!
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Sunday, June 17, 2007

Homicide Vs. Suicide
*Sigh* All my teachers think I'm either suicidal... Or homicidal. I've been sent to the counselors multiple times for suspicions. I'm almost tired of it. Well; it shouldn't happen for a while now; what with school being done and all... But it's really frustrating... In an English class, we had to draw pictures for vocabulary words; and one of the words was parricide... Well; I drew a picture of someone stabbing someone; and was sent to the counselors. When your vocabulary word means "to kill;" there are very few things you can draw. And then there are the teachers who; if I'm gone for a week; freak out and think I've killed myself. When I come back they're all "Oh, thank goodness you're okay!" Oye. Well; I suppose the two aren't to far apart... After all; murder is just extroverted suicide. But... Why do they pick ME?
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Comic
Stupid comic... Forever... Not done... Must post in fan manga... Never will... That other comic is getting lonely. Track and Field almost abandoned. Art attack; working so hard... Almost ready to draw Akabane... A few more Shido's first. Only on page two. Track and Field, page eight... As opposed to Poker Party... Why is this one taking me longer? I must be getting lazy. I don't wanna draw "The End..." Maybe bitmap a nice torture room.
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Monday, June 11, 2007

Doujinshi
Oye, this stuff drives me crazy. As my friend would say, the only thing worse than doujinshi, is poorly-drawn doujinshi.
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Friday, June 8, 2007

   *Smile*
This is a "Which GetBackers Character Are You?" quiz I made... I was bored. Really bored. It's pretty rockin', though. And I'm proud of the quiz result pictures, too. I'm amazing.

http://quizilla.com/users/bloodredarab/quizzes/Which%20GetBackers%20Character%20are%20You%3F/
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Wednesday, June 6, 2007

That's Your Funeral

Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry? Liberal terms? Three pounds!

Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy....

He's a born undertaker's mute.
I can see him in his black silk suit.
Following behind the funeral procession;
With his features fixed in a suitable expression.
There'll be horses with tall black plumes.
To escort us to the family tombs.
With mourners,
In all corners,
Who've been taught to weep in tune…

Then the coffin lined with satin.
That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.

Large enough to wear your hat in.
That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.

We're just here to glamourize you,
For that Endless sleep.
You might just as well look fetching,
When you're six feet deep.

At the wake we'll drink a toddy,
To the body beautiful…
That's your funeral.
Not our funeral.

That's your funeral.

If you're fond of overeating,
That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.

Starve yourself by under eating,
That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.


Visualize the earth descending on you clod by clod.
You can't come back when you're buried,
Underneath the sod…


We will not reduce our prices,
Keep your vices usual.
That's your funeral.
Not our funeral.

That's your funeral.

I don't think this song is funny.

That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.

Here's the boy,
Now where's the money?

That's your funeral.
That's your funeral.

We don't harbour thoughts macabre,
There's no need to frown.
In the end,
We'll either burn you up or nail you down.
We love coughs and wheezes,
And diseases called incurable…

That's your funeral.

No one else's funeral.

That's your...
That's your...
That's your...

Funeral!
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