Tuesday, August 3, 2004

“When we parcel heaven and fence eternity … Lord, don’t let me live to see.” –connie dover, ‘who will comfort me?’
RAY BRADBURY IS OUR HERO! *spent her morning up until mother found out she was awake reading Martian Chronicles*

Know what job Mother gave us when she found out?

Okay, Mother and one aunt of ours, since they grew up on the Ancestral Home, feel it is their duty to run the family reunion each year. Which is silly, because neither lives at the Family Farm, which is where it is held. Then again, the uncle that does live at the Ancestral Home does not have time to do it, since he does have to run the farm as a living.

The aunt feels it is her duty to organize crafts and activities, which is stupid, since the young kids are now entering second grade.

This leaves the owner of the Ancestral Home and Mother to handle the actual important and necessary details, without getting credit because the aunt in question calls herself coordinator.

But everyone kinda knows she does nothing but the piñata.

At any rate, Mother feels it is her duty to make a cookbook. This is because there is a fantastic play-on-words concerning the family name, but due to privacy rights, we won’t share the fun. Like you can’t guess anyway …

The cookbook.

Oh joy of joys. The cookbook was 23 pages in MS Word. When we started by unifying the font and size of fonts, it became 26. When we got through standardizing capitalization, spacing, titles, columns, italicization, and bolded text, it was still about 26 pages.

Of course, this took us from about 10 am to about 1 pm.

But like that’s not enough, after a quick lunch break, we got to sort through a filthy 10 page email from another relative that Mother had not bothered to mush into her document.

The problem was, while his format was nearly identical to ours and he didn’t invent columns without the column button (why does Mother do that?), Mother insisted on having it sorted out into sections: Main Dishes, Breads, Sauces, Desserts, Pies, etc. So, we had to alter his format slightly, locate the section of the document it went in (because Mother also couldn’t manage to use a separate document for anything), and finish fixing the spacing.

Now the book is 35 pages in MS Word, contains lovely anecdotes, is standardized, and has all the discrepancies highlighted for Mother to look over (we function as proofreader in addition to editor).

We finished at 2:25 pm.

In short, we deserved the afternoon of just playing solitaire, screaming at small children, talking on the phone, and writing.

But not enough to do more editing when Mother decided that recipes can't go onto a new page.

Let’s all root for Opie, our poor gourami with a flesh wound behind his gill. We don’t really know what to do; in five years, we’ve never had an injured fish … Any suggestions?
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Monday, August 2, 2004

RAIDING PEOPLE'S BLOGS FOR QUIZZES!
Sure …

My japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 美晴 Miharu (beautiful clear sky).
Take your real japanese name generator! today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

Or maybe we have mad talent.

I did it in 1 minute and 2 seconds.
I deserved a D-!!
Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz!!

Sure …
Take the quiz: "Which beverage are you?"

Coca-Cola


Always Inu!
Take the quiz: "Which InuYasha Character are You?"

InuYasha
You have a hard shell but a soft interior.

Ew!
Take the quiz: "Which male Yu-Gi-Oh! character should you date?"

Yugi Mutou
Ask for stilts, he needs them.

YES!
Take the quiz: "Which Millennium item should you wield?"

Ring
Bakura's Item, and I'll be seeing you very soon..........

Yeah …
Take the quiz: "what color moon dragon are you?"

Silver
Your a mysterious person you don't let people get too close to you cause your afraid of getting hurt.I'm like you are.
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“When You ask what men hath wrought, don’t rest Your gaze on me.” –connie dover, ‘who will comfort me?’
HIYA!

Everyone's away, gone, byebye!

Enough with summer. We wanna go back. Or for someone to review the third chapter of our fic ... GO!
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Sunday, August 1, 2004

"Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood." -ray bradbury, fahrenheit 451
The Killer of Bad Sites had to be tricked to let us into the backroom today ...

12 Angry Men is such a good movie.
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Saturday, July 31, 2004

"My heart is sore for somebody." -somebody, connie dover
CHU! We got all the sand and salt off of us!

We're sitting here, watching YYH, happy as can be! WHEEEEEEEEEE!

Got Yu Watase's new title, Imadoki or whatever it's called ... need to finish our rounds online and go read that!
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Thursday, July 29, 2004

“Paradise will one day be a dream.” –connie dover, ‘who will comfort me?’ (beautiful song)
TEN REASONS SENIOR DISCOUNT DAY STINKS FOR THE POOR CASHIER GIRL

Us: *wearing a sweatshirt that says ‘Maine’*
Three Different Old People: Do you go to the University of Maine?
Us: *smiles* No. –we’re FIFTEEN-

Those nice Polish and Asian ladies and that Sofie woman: *talking to us*
Us: *has no idea what they just said*

Old Guy: Do you think I’m old enough for the senior discount?
Us: *smiles* -How does one respond to that?-

Old Lady: Did you give me my discount?
Us: Yes. *rings up another item*
Old Lady: Did you give me my discount?
Us: Yes. *rings up another item* -We just told you that-
Old Lady: Did you give me my discount?
Us: Yes. *rings up another item* -How could we forget?-

Old Lady: Did you give me my discount?
Us: Yes. *smiles*
Old Lady: Oh, you could tell?
Us: *smiles* -And to think you’d be angry if we didn’t assume.-

Old Lady That’s Not as Obviously Old: Did you give me my discount?
Us: Just give me a moment to take that off. *smiles*
Old Lady: *exasperated*
Us: *smiles* -And to think you’d be angry if we assumed.-

Us: *has a wrist brace*
Guy Who’s Not Even That Old: Eh, that brace did nothing for me. See how my thumb’s all swollen? Well, I was in this car accident and …
Us: *does not want to know*

Small Child: *talking to us*
Us: *is at a loss as to why the child is talking to us and where it’s mother is and how to make it stop and what it is saying*

Mother: Honey, come back and put that cute little shopping cart away.
Child: NO! *runs off with cart to the back of the barn, where it should not be*
Mother: *chases down child and spanks it into giving the cart back and going to the car*
Us: *trying to ignore this*
Mother: *smiles at us and then drags the screaming child away*
Child: *screaming*

Old Lady: *checks out*
Old Lady’s Not As Old Daughter: I’m giving my mother the money and she’s going to get my vegetables, okay? That way, I’ll get the discount too! *smiles like if we don’t we’ll regret it*
Us: *gives her the discount, smiling like if she tries that next week we’ll fry her in oil*


We don’t want to go to the beach tomorrow. Our only way out is to work at the farm for four hours. We don’t want to do that either, so we may as well get sand and salt engrained in our skin and pray it comes out by the beginning of school. Maybe it’ll make the hugely gross tan line from our watch go away and cause our friend who is more tanned than us but doesn’t know it because she doesn’t wear a watch stop telling us we’ll get skin cancer.


AnimeIM.com has a buddy icon of Raven’s Flat. How sad.


We read an article on the popularity of anime because shojo is the only comic type out there geared toward girls and shonen isn’t as blatantly male-oriented as the American stuff. It made us realize something very important: we need to go manga and novel shopping.

Viz is putting out Alice 19th: Volume 6: Blinded Soul for our birthday! August 31st!
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Wednesday, July 28, 2004

"Ever feel alive and there's nothing missing?" -enya, 'wild child'
Friend One:
1) Makes us feel like we need to measure up to her ultrasupportive best friend who is a long distance call.
2) Calls everyday. Even when we tell her we won't be home, can't take the call, or will be seeing her.
3) Tells us the reason she's calling is b/c no one else is around who's a local call.
4) Asks us to the mall and doesn't hide that it's just an excuse to get out of her house for a few hours.
5) Writes horrible fics and expects our endless praise. (We've decided on honesty from now on, but can we hold to it?)

Friend Two:
1) Expects us to make the long distance call regularly but never calls us.

Friend Three:
1) Is depressed all the time. What the heck are we supposed to do?

Friend Four:
1) Ditches us.
2) Thinks an aske dfor apology makes up for it.

Friend Five:
1) Never gives stuff back.

Friend Six:
1) Thinks all depression is the same and therefore has decided we're depressed and won't stop telling us.

Friend Seven:
1) Scares us.

Acquaintances:
1) We feel funny talking to them cuz they aren't our close friends.


We're really ticked today. Friend One needs to lay off, especially. We're so strained right now.


Coming soon: Why Senior Discount Day Rots for the Poor Cashier Girl.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

"Rebel Heart" has no lyrics, but that's how we feel. Pretend it does and the best line is here.
MALL! YAY! SHOES! MANGA!

Today, we began work on the Wall of Anime. It's beautiful. *sniffle*

Poster Putty is our savior.
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Monday, July 26, 2004

FOUND IT!
SQUIRRELS.

Should you ever hear their trilling cheeky noises, run.

The red squirrels are the worst, but they’re all evil.

We had a bad experience with squirrels a few years back.

We were on vacation.

We didn’t know about the evils that those trilling cheeky noises the squirrels make herald.

We know now.

So, one day, I learned of the ultimate evil of the squirrels.

Nothing is so scary as hiking through squirrel infested woods.

That is scary.

We knew there were squirrels, but we always thought of them as these cute little mammals with a thing for acorns.

We were so wrong.

The evil they represent and intend to inflict upon mankind is devastating.

We learned to be aware of them the hard way.

We were so ignorant of the squirrels, we sat down under a tree.

We were so naïve.

So, we’re sitting under this tree, right?

And we’re eating a licorice, right?

And you’d think the squirrel could just leave us alone, right?

Well, of course not.

We mean, why couldn't it just let us eat our stupid licorice in peace, huh?

It’s simply in their nature.

They’re all evil.

But as it turned out, three other squirrels ran down trees at us!

THREE!

Since that vacation, it was clear.

Squirrels were out to take over the world.

They’re so evil.

And now, we roam this earth, stopping when we can to warn the people. We and our disciples try to spread the word, but oftentimes, the squirrels are too much. We are always in danger. We aren't even who we say we are. *Sigh.* To live a normal life, free of the burden we carry would be wonderful.

But we and our disciples have a much greater cause.

They are evil. You have been warned.

-EXCERPT FROM THE SLIDESHOW WE MADE ON POWERPOINT LAST SUMMER WHEN WE AND 2 FRIENDS COMPETED TO MAKE THE LONGEST SLIDESHOW WITH 1) AT LEAST ONE PICTURE PER PAGE 2) AT LEAST ONE TEXT BOX PER PAGE AND 3) SOME KIND OF TRANSITIONS. WE WON. WE HAVE LIKE 600 SLIDES. BUT THE ENTIRE INUYASHA SECTION HAS TEXT ABOUT THE SQUIRRELS AND SESSHY AND NOT MUCH ELSE. THE REQUIRED TEXT DIDN'T HAVE TO RELATE.

*In an unrelated comment, big band stuff going on!
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"The more I think on you, the more I think long." -traditional, 'bonny portmore'
Um ... the file with our thing on the squirrels has run away ... if we can find it, it will be here for your enjoyment.
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