Wednesday, April 27, 2005

   And for my Next Trick...
Let's start today with The Name Game.

And for my next trick...here's the Colored Version of this one.

While we're at it, here's the colored kappa, wheras the B&W was posted yesterday.

Speaking of black and white, this is the wallpaper that I actually use on my computer. I love it.

Well, that and Kougaiji threatening to eat me...
hee hee...
=^..^=
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

   Eye Candy... Do Not Lick.
As per usual...

A Monkey Stand! A Standing Kappa! I'll post my colorings of these pics another day.

Speaking of which, I colored Kougaiji. Did I mention I have a little obsession?

And here's some color for those that need it.

That's todays. Chibi chibi chibi?
=^..^= nyuuuu~~
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   When Chibis Attack! Part 2
I hear a sound, a tiny muffled explosion, from inside my oven. Quiet, echoey chanting prefaces each little boom, much as would be caused by a miniature Hakkai setting off Chi explosions in an oven in an attempt to remove years of caked-on grime. But that would just be silly. So silly.

I refuse to look. Drain the glass of rum instead.


Pills on the Table: Mission Acccomplished. But wait! There are the Pills on the Microwave, carelessly forgotten. Leave table. Examine bottles. "Take With Food. I wonder if the previous food intake counts. Obviously, I can't afford to risk it.

Glance at the table.

My underwear is attempting to beat up the Monkey King. The paper is drinking a coffee with both hands.

My cereal appears to be momentarily safe.

Refill glass of rum.

Return to my seat.


Spoon and cereal in mouth.

("Hey, cutie... You know, I like big women!")

Close lips, remove spoon, swallow,

My own underwear propositioning me seems to elicit the wrath of the paper, which folds up a portion of itself, and proceeds to beat my underwear with it.


I take the pills.

("Put those back, goddamn Kappa!")
("None of your business, crap-faced monk!")

Drink another half of the rum.

("Hey, are you going to finish that cereal?")

I sit back and close my eyes, vaguely aware that the tiny explosions have stopped and a fourth chibi is now occupying my table-for-one.

("Now, now, we're guests here...")

I'm concious of pressure on my neck. It's hard to ignore neck pressure. Perhaps I'm choking to death in my sleep...

("Gojyo, put those back or I'll have to beat the crap out of you...")
("This sucks.")
("Get out of that cereal, Stupid Monkey!")
("Ow!")

"Heeeeee......"


That was right by my ear. Pressure on my neck and --

"Heeeeeeeeee..."


Reluctantly, I open my eyes. Slowly, I turn my head to the right.


Even the cutest, smallest face is enormous when its posesser is sitting on your shoulder, hugging your neck.

With a look of profound bliss on his face, Chibi Kougaiji gives me a big Chibi Grin.

"I wuv you!"


Blink.

"Heeeeee......"

"......"


Face the table. Focus eyes on the crumpled newspaper, cereal-splashed underwear and assorted super-deformed creatures.

"Um. Yes. We're not sure either. Whatever brought us here seems to have broken Kougaiji's brain."

"He's not usually like that," pipes up Chibi-Goku on behalf of the ear-snuggling youkai.

"Yeah, he's usually way more irritating..."

"Stupid Kappa!"

"Stupid Monkey!"

"Maybe he thinks you're his mother..."


My underwear begins fighting with the Monkey King... again. I finish the rum.

"Hey."

Tiny Genjyo Sanzo gives me a look of utter chibi determination, as if trying to intimidate me with sheer adorability.

"Can you see us?" he asks. His eyes seem to say, 'I'd kick your ass if I could reach it.'

"No." I state definitively.


Push back the chair. Stand.

("Did you hear that?")
("Yeah, and I could've sworn she could...")
("You really are stupid...")
("Oh yeah?!")

Walk down the hall. Open bedroom door.

Remove fluffy Kougaiji from shoulder. Held at arm's length, it speaks:

"I wuv you!"

Put it on the floor, quickly step backwards into the room and close door. Push rifled underwear drawer shut. Go Back to Bed.


I am dreaming. If you fall asleep when you're dreaming, you wake up. So, therefore...

I close my eyes with determination.

("I think it was a little much for her.")
("Oh well. Hey! She left the rum out!")
("And the cereals!")
("Um... Kougaiji? What are you doing...?")

Scrabbling noise. Cat must be trying to get in. Stupid cat. Must sleep now.

Metallic scrabbling noise.

Stupid cat.

Door cracks open.

Stupid cat, learning to open stupid doors.

Door clicks closed.


Well that's nice. What a polite kitty. Good night, kitty.

sleep
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Monday, April 25, 2005

   Okay, I'll admit it...
These events didn't really happen. But is it still fiction if I managed to hallucinate most of them (especially the dancing underwear...) during the course of The Month of Morphine?

Hurrah for the medical community, which not only keeps me alive, but keeps me out of my head!

Nyuuu~~~
=^@@^=
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Friday, April 22, 2005

   So it begins...
Below is Part 1 of the explanation for my absence.

More of the wallpaper...since I know you don't really care about me.

A remake of this one. Chibis hate text.

On the other hand, Chibis love naps.

And they're not scared of Sanzo. Not really, anyway. --shakey knees--

Anyway, nobody's afraid of Kougaiji.
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   When Chibis Attack! Part 1
(the events of March 20th onwards)

This morning, in the wee hours when I track out into the kitchen in pursuit of food and pills and water, there is a Chibi Sanzo sitting on my kitchen table. It is man-handling a newspaper twice its height, and attempting to light a stick of Pocky.

Blink.

Still there.

(Oh! She's awake!)

Walk to the fridge in search of food, intent on following the directions on the bottle. "Take With Food", it says, and I will damn well eat!

(Maybe we're invisible.")
("How the hell should I know?")

Open the fridge.


Curiously Empty.
Where are my leftovers? Where are the uneaten Shanghai noodles? Where are those ancient cabbage rolls I was secretly hoping would dissapear? Why is there a tiny Son Goku sleeping in my wilted lettuce?

I refuse to do double takes on principle. If I didn't get it the first time, I likely never will.


Change of Plans.
Reach for the rum instead.
Check the side of the pill bottle again. Food, not alcohol, is still the required item. Damn.

Milk bottle, reasonably fresh? Coffee whitener is probably safer, despite aluminum and trans fats.

Take Whitener. Key Item aquired.


The Itty Bitty Monkey King has been awakened by my extraction procedures, and gives me a vaguely frantic, guilty look. It leaps out of the fridge and runs away, skittering around the corner.

No. That must have been... a rat. A rat in the fridge. That's just gross, not crazy.

Cereal from shelf. Turn to counter, and --

("Good morning! Excuse me, I won't be a minute, just tidying up --")

That is not a tiny Cho Hakkai hauling individual plates and cups off of the drying rack with super-derformed hands and lugging them across impossible kitchen landscapes to the cupboards.


Bowl. Fill with Cereal. Add Whitener.

("That's probably not very good for --")

Add a little water. Go to table.

Take With Food, Damnit!


Sit.
Cereal onto Spoon. ("I'm not at all certain she can see us.") Spoon into mouth. ("So what?") Close lips. Withdraw spoon.

Claim a section of the paper not attached to the miniature monk. Open it. Try to focus eyes.

"Coffee?"

"Hell Yes." Realise, semi-sub-conciously that my answer is echoed by the mini-monk. Let's pretend I was answering a question from the paper, such as -- "Is the new traffic safety right-sized for the metropolitan area?" Yeah. That deserves my verbal support.

This line of reasoning provides a small distraction from the elaborate array of arcane strings and pullies hoisting a coffee pot and 2 cups onto my kitchen table. Apparently chibi arms and super-deformed hands weren't immediately up to the task.


It takes 2 chibis to sucessfully pour coffee into a mug, Goku having judged the danger to have passed enough to return. The first coffee is immediately confiscated by the Littlest Monk. The second is set in front of my gradually emptying bowl.

Check the side of the pill bottle. Conditions Met. Take one of each, replace bottle lids, set on table, lift coffee cup --
--I could have poured myself a coffee, and just not remember doing it.--
--Good Coffee.


I'm too damn lazy to make real coffee in the morning. That's what instant is for. That's the whole purpose of its existence.


"This is not my coffee."

"Oh. No, you see, I got it out of your fridge earlier, which is when Goku got in. I'm sorry about that, by the way --"

"Yeah, sorry. I was stuck, and being stuck makes me hungry --"

Stand up. Return to the fridge.

"Yes, you see, that's where I got the beans --"

"Hakkai, I don't think she can hear you."

"It seems that way, doesn't it..."


Reach for the Rum.

I'm still dreaming, which explains all of this. Obviously. So I just need to wake up, which I will, any moment now. In the mean time...

("Oh well... might as well be useful while we're here...")

I reach for a shot glass. Chibi Hakkai passes by my legs with a little "Excuse me."

The sound of a paper fan smacking the back of a head, and a yelp.

("Don't touch her cereal, you stupid monkey!")

Reach for a juice glass. Fill half way with rum.



My Underwear Waltzes Into the Room.

("Check out these babies!")

My underwear skids across the kitchen floor and proceeds to climb a chair leg.

("What do you think you're doing, you perverted Kappa!?")

I fill the glass the rest of the way.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

   Hiatus Interupted...
I'm afraid I was kidnapped by Chibis, demanding a ransom paid in Pocky and hugs.

I will be detailing my ordeal in the upcoming serial "When Chibis Attack!" I'm hoping TV Asahi will pick it up for a miniseries...

During the days in my cell, I was forced to make wallpaper...which I won't post all of in one shot...

I've developed a Kougaiji obsession, bordering on the obscene.

I also scanned a doodle or two, drawn on my cell wall.

Curse those chibis... The nightmares are killing me...

=^..^=
Under the bed.
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Friday, March 18, 2005

   Well, you asked for it...
sort of.

Here's the continuation of the Kitten vs. Saiyuki saga. I really should start sleeping more...
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

   I could use a pick-me-up...
And here they are to pick me up!

While we're out, you might as well hug that kitty!

Then go stare at rainbows... (this took forever...)

And here's a little Stained Glass Fun. Mmm... broken glass...

I could use a snack.

Snack is got.

I've been meaning to finish this one for a while... now I get around to it.

And here's an awful orange color with some pretty people standing around it. Bijin?

Last of all, that's not ice cream. Don't lick the screen. Or at least, don't lick my screen.
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   Well, I'm doing laundry...
So I'll probably be posting more paper... Until then: here's a sort-of-translation. I used the romanized kana from here, and his words for the ones I didn't know. And I used my ears, extensively. And my heart...

Shangri-La
Sanzo Image Song
Saiyuki Vocal Album 3

My unfeeling heart is grating
Listening to a cry without a voice
My breath slows to a stop
In darkness blacker than any night

Scratching at my spine, an embrace without feeling
Wherever I search, can I only find truth?
The scent of the words overflow
And I can only blame my heart...

*Senses naked, ah, always reaching,
*A sure voice.

*The End called Eternity is making for some pretty karma
*Day after day reborn, Shangri-La,
*My life's work.

Moments of time give birth to love
People never change, they want what's unnatural
What am I trying to catch with my fading hands?

In the tower of sleep, ah, the hidden truth,
That calling voice.

*The Dream called Reality is only seen as a fleeting glimpse
*Night after night brightening, Shangri-La,
*My surviving temptation.

*repeat at end.
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