Friday, November 25, 2005

   Sailor Sanzo... Make up!
...sorry.


Anyway, here's Sanzo, which was what I was trying to say. Really. In color. Not, you know, lipstick.


And speaking of men wearing lipstick... or not... or maybe... The long-awaited (or not... maybe not.) final addition to the Gods Must Be Bloody.

And beat up. Don't ask me why, I only have the first volume of Gaiden...

And, uh... I know Minkeura probably had a good reason to only partly color this... but I couldn't put it down. Kenren was fun. But then, I'm sure he always is.


Okay, okay...

I've been told there are other gods in the Saiyukiverse. Technically. But I don't think they count, since they're not in the manga, except for a piddly little toss in at the end of some odd thing.

But, anyway...
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Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thanks.
That's about all I can say.


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   Blearg.
Summoner Rekka gave me a "pweasant", which I have been attempting to turn in to various and sundry wallpapers. (Go give her cheer, she's got her CNA certification!)

I say "attempting" because every time I sit down at my box, something goes wrong: Drive is being backed up, please hold; virus scanner is actually a virus itself (Norton can eat my... uh, shorts, if it can get them back from Gojyo..); Big Brother wants to watch something, and the laptop just won't do for his entertainment purposes; the cat is sleeping on my head and won't move...

The list is endless, and no doubt familiar to many of you.

But when I get to that box and plug my head in to it, pretty things will be produced.


And I just discovered that LouBlue has actually taken courses in this stuff. Suddenly I have stage-fright about coloring any more of her stuff, since my costly education just taught me how to read. Big words. And, you know, have opinions about them. Using other big words. (It sounds more useful than it is. Which means it's useless. Remember, kids, 'comparitive lit' means 'service industry' in the real world.)

Jeepers, I'm just surrounded with professionals and going-to-be's here. Good on you guys, getting out there, getting a useful education.

Maybe I'll go back one day... once I'm done with being a cripple.

It's the free time I like. You just don't get that doing anything else.


Have fun!
=^..^=
fuzzy
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

   When Chibis Attack!
The Past is here.
Part 21: In Which There is No Alcohol!


One file down, many to go.

Is it just me, or is it getting cold in here?

Look down. Kougaiji, squeaky clean, and-

Wait. That's not Kougaiji...




Goku is sitting on the floor staring at me.

I'd try to work, but we all know how this goes.

Cut to the chase: "What?"

"Hakkai said not to bug you." The biggest of chibi eyes, in the roundest of chibi faces.

"Hakkai's smart. You should listen to him."

"But I'm Hug-ry."

"Then..." Pause. Try to reset ears. "Do you have a cold?"

"No."

"Oh."

I'm just Hug-ry!"

There's nothing left of my sandwich, which was very nice indeed. "...Hakkai has food." I venture, trying to make my problem into someone else's.

"I'm not hungry. I'm Hug-ry!"




Dammit.




"Hug-ry." I repeat, trying to make it sound as little like a question as possible.

"Yep."

"Which is?"

"Like hungry, only for a hug."




Cuteness Limit Reached. Please shelve brain and do whatever is being asked. Failing to do so will result in diabetic shock, being stuck in an adorability induced coma and being hugged against your will.

Hug chibi.

"Yippee!"

"Now go away."

"Okay!"



If only all of life's problems were so simple.



The title should have been a dead giveaway that this would be a short chapter... a Chibi Chapter!
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

   The Sparkles, the Horrible Sparkles!
New wallpaper. The guy everyone wants to be... or at least Cloud does...

Is that a bad joke? I can't tell anymore...
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   When Chibis Attack! Part 20
Previous chapters hide over here.

Part 20: In Which There is Cleanness



Warning: This chapter contains excessive amounts of fan-service. But it's chibi-style fan-service, which is... different.




A thorough wash and a fresh sweater later, the lack of noise starts to worry me.

No noise: no screaming, explosions, thumps, not even cursing.

Outside the bathroom door, all that can be heard is running water. And a clinking noise?




Knock, knock.

Not even the Comically Required, 'Who's there?' from within.

"Everything alright in there?" Perhaps my knocking was drowned out by the sound of running water... constant, quickly flowing water.

Still nothing.



Are chibis water soluble? No, Sanzo took a shower earlier. But maybe soaking is the problem: they're already so small, maybe they prune up into nothing. Or did they just get in a fight and drown each other? That seems the most likely scenario.

Visions of little Smurf-blue bodies floating in my bathtub provoke me to action.

The door's unlocked; I guess they were too short to reach it.

"I'm coming in!" I holler.

Step in.




There is a waterfall in my bathroom.

Steam coruscates through the air as the waterfall splashes into a shallow, tiled pool. The pool is where my bathtub formerly resided in peace for many years. I could measure its age in its rings, and now it is no more, only this waterfall, and a fig tree...



The small wooden bucket that bounces off my head brings my rather limited perception to bear on the other new features of my bathroom. Such as the high-pitched screaming and the hail objects flying towards me.

The chibis, very alive and well, are ducking in the shallow pool and hurling various bathroom accoutrements at my head to the tune of, "Eek!", "Pervert!" and "Get the hell out of here!"

"Wait! Why is there a waterfall in my - ouch, dammit! Where did that fig tree come from?"

The flourishing, leafy fig tree seems to be somehow sentient. It waves its prehensile branches in some imaginary wind, never failing to obscure the ever-moving chibi-nudity with its well placed foliage.

"Ah ha ha ha... we did some re-modelling to make things more... appropriate. But you really must go now." Hakkai sheepishly lobs a miniature back-brush at me.




"What's all the noise... uwah!" Gojyo walks out of a previously non-existent enclosure and into the back of my leg, causing a desperate mass dive to rescue his tray of hot sake from otherwise certain demise. Gojyo, on the other hand, is allowed to face-plant undisturbed.

I cover my face with my hands, though not for the sake of decency, since the fig tree flourishes to wrap the whole scene from view with speed generally associate with predatory felines, not greenery.



My active refusal to observe this situation seems to confuse the chibis. Perhaps when I can't see them, they doubt whether they really exist?

Sadly, no.

"What's she doing in here?!"

"Um... I'm not sure."

"And I don't care. She goes. Now!"

"'C'mon, Sanzo... I don't mind, as long as she takes off her clothes as w-"



The familiar sounds of violence echo up. I re-open my eyes, but only to gaze up at the stately fig tree in its neat pot. Its leaves strain towards the negligible light provided by the bathroom window, yet also swing madly around, following the chibis' short, round fan-service unfailingly. Do they emit light-like radiation, perhaps?

By the time my eyes are dragged downward again, the chibis have found fluffy, white bathrobes. Still, the hail of tiny bath things continues unabated.




Where the hell did they get all that sake? I didn't see it in the groceries, I would have remembered.

But it's really not worth asking, is it?


"I'm going, I'm going! Just... turn off that waterfall when you're done, or I swear I'll charge you for the water bills."

"Oh, no, it's all filtered, internally heated and re-cycled. Excuse me: Eeek!"

Hakkai's explanation... doesn't help.

"Bye bye!" Kougaiji waves at me, then happily throws a bar of soap at me as I retreat out the door.

"There's some lunch on the table for you!"

"Hakkai! There were leftovers, and you didn't tell me?"

"Now, Goku..."

"Click," says the door as I sneak away, oddly guilty.



Sandwich on the counter, carefully arranged with a few pickles.

Help myself to a side dish of rum.



Wait...

They're contained. I could -

- burn the house down?

- or get on with my work.



Look at the neat little sandwich (crusts cut off), and slice of beetroot cut into a heart shape.

It probably wouldn't kill them, even if I did.

Work it is, then.


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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

   I am different.
When I'm sick, I don't wish I was dead, I wish everyone else was.

Though not Summoner Rekka, who gave me a present.

And a few other people, who are also nice to me on a regular basis. You know, you guys.

And the ice-cream people. They rock.


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Sunday, November 13, 2005

   The Old Man Blues
Just thinking of you
Damn you!
and damn this empty flesh, too
...I was made to have wings and fly
...as high as the skies
...if I hadn't met you.

Where are the wings my dreams flew on?
Where are the feathers of yesterday?

Just thinking of you.
Can't help thinking of you
...when I'm feeling this way
...there's nothing to say

To shake this solitary mood.

"..." is in place of indentation, which I can't figure out how to do with HTML. Nyargh.
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Friday, November 11, 2005

   Re-done Re-run
On the theme of "CB's Greatest Hits"... I've been taking my favorite black and white wallpaper and coloring it.

Personally, I like this more than my last ones.

Except for the ShinRa Chibis. They kick buttocks.

=^..^=
fu fu fu fu fu...

And here's Kougaiji, in case you need a hug.
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Wednesday, November 9, 2005

   Crayons.
Tastey.

But don't eat me! I'm colorful!

And...

I've been working on this forever. I finally decided to finish it up and hand it in.

But I think the snow looks better on black. My brother says it looks like stars, and I'm a big dork for coloring Saiyuki anyway. But I think it's nice.

I might change it again, later. But for now I've given up.

Nyargh.
=^o.O^=

And... um...

Chibis!

...too damn cute.
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