Monday, November 1, 2004

"Halloween is the holiday that brings people together." -Jeffey
Ah yes, a day spent doing nothing but touching up the last areas of my uber-cool Blue Link costume, being called by friends who were not aware of my house's location, despite their having been here upon many an occasion (barring Catherine, of course), singing Christmas shanties, watching Comic Party (and therein admiring Taishi's ultimate coolness), reading yaoi pr0n, and eating candy before my father could get at it.

Said parent spent three and a half hours outside, hiding behind our bushes, jumping out at small children. He made one of them cry.
He is very proud of this fact.

My dad loves Halloween. xD *sweat sweat*

My seven friends, Moni's little brother, and I were received with many an exclamation of, "Where on earth did all of you come from?"
Typically, such questions were replied to with a simple, "From Hyrule," or, "The Moon," or, in Jeffey's case, "Over that way. I don't really know them. They just followed me home one day."

We covered a decently sized area of the neighborhood, collected our fair share of candy (though I could have stood to have infinate amounts more^^), and, overall, failed to see Shirtless Guy in his entirety, as he simply wasn't there.

You cannot possibly understand the horror and devestation that accompanies such revelations, or how we could have, briefly, considered committing ritual self-disembowlment on what must have been his Mom's lawn.

One guy refused to give us candy unless we sung for him. We sung "Deck the Halls" and were justly rewarded with generic, penut-filled chocolates.

Several people gave us "more-fun-than-fun-size"-d (as Sammie-chan put it) chocolate, which is always a nice touch to the ol' sack o'treats.

Nobody asked who we were, either, which was half a relief, half disapointing, as we would have had every just reason for ripping out their innards if they had.
Nobody asked who Jeffey, dressed ever-so-smartly as Shirt Guy Dom was, most likely because he had a name tag that said, "DOM." That or because he was carrying an M-16 Assault Rifle. (Truth be told, that gun really made the rounds. Every one got a chance to "shoot" passersby with it.^_~)

I, of course, as I have stated above, was Blue Link, Christie was Purple, Moni was Green, and Sammie-chan? But red, of course.

Catherine was a kitty, Justin was a murderous psychopath without a face, Stephan was DEATH, Alanna was a half-Japanese Pixie who had just been prepared for sacrificing to the Devil, and Jeffey got a whole paragraph to himself just now, so I don't see any readily available cause for giving him another.

My pumpkin was Leo, as in VG Cats' Leo. I got many a compliment on it.^^ I wish my mom had bought film or that my friend had brought her digital camera, because I would have loved to post a picture of that pumpkin up here for all to see.

Alas.

Before all this, of course, we watched an episode of Comic Party, a series I paid $58.00 for two volumes of, along with a collector's limited edition box and slip-cover, which gives the impression of being a bent-out-of-shape piece of celluloid. Very cool.

The second volume was free. : )

I know that this part ought to have gone somewhere near the top, but I thought I'd shed some light on a funny event that occured.

My mom: Uhh, there's a guy here in a suit and tie. Is he your friend?
Me: Does he have a nametag?
Jeffey: Hello!
My mom: What are you, an adult?
Jeffey: An adult going postal. And this guy. *pulls out a pipe-cleaner SGD*

: P

At the Hairy T, there was a man dressed as a woman. It was convincing, too, until you noticed how unbelievably tall she was, and how uneven her boobs were. His. Whatever. : /

I didn't know any women worked at the Hairy T, but the [real] one there was very cool and she and I had a nice discussion about various anime/manga/both titles.

I did not buy the PA Box-set, despite its being there, possibly because the evil resinating from the Maromi plushie when I picked it up was too overwhelming for me to handle.
But that can't be possible, because no evil is too overwhelming for me to handle, so I'm guessing it was because of the price-tag and the fact that it only came with one DVD. I shall get the full box-set when it comes out, and save some cash. u.u

I totally bet they would have given us major discounts if we'd shown up in costume.

Ah well, next year.

(We're going as gone-postal Christmas Elves.)

"Santa had to go away for a while."

"Hey, what did you do with Santa?"

"Me? What did I do? Dude, hiding the body was totally your job."

^_~
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Friday, October 29, 2004

The green one ain't green no more. (Thanks, Azure-jiji, for that. ^_~)
Tonight, the impossible was made its exact opposite: the entirely plausible.
That's right: we managed to make a Link costume (with the help of my friend's mother who became almost fanatic when it came to Purple Link's hat, especially), watch a few minutes of the elusive Kill Bill, play Sakura as a duet, on the--get this--violin and alto sax, tune the crap out of a desperately flat strings instrument, and eat some of the best damn pizza and marangue pie on the face of the earth.

All while listening to The Best of John Lennon/Enya.

Good times, good times.

My mother forgot to pick up my violin from the wherever she found it on her way home today, rendering me speechless with dissapointment and grief.

T_T

It's once again time to hop along to the OB Anthology and read my latest work, dedicated to the Blue Man himself, "3000, American."

Yeah, Azure-jiji, I think the concept will interest you, especially. xP
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Thursday, October 28, 2004

No cows this time around. (Yes, Vince, it occured to me that I'd written heureux in the masculine during art class this morning. Eh...)
Since the new administration in charge of my school likes to come up with random concepts in reference to holidays that have no correspondance to the actual date of the event, one or twelve people at my school, along with a few teachers, came dressed up.

So sorry, my Link costume is incomplete. u.u I did wear a witch hat, though, so meh. : /

Gee, every one seems so eager to see pictures of me in a Link costume. I guess my blog is just that sexy; you all automatically assume that I must be, too. >: )

Sammie-chan and Kunai came to school in their respective Red and Green Link outfits, which was very awesome (although the stitching on Samm's is, like, on the outside...O_o"). Alas, people are retarded and thought they were...Elves.

And that Samm was Santa and that Kunai was her subordinate. =_="

Baka...

Yin came dressed up as Ninja Extra #24, episode 72, scene twelve." Obviously one of the ninjas that died in that episode, knowing him.
I had to help him make and figure out how to wear his hitai-ate during art class (so much happens during art class these days...>_>), while he and Tia yelled at each other about how to say "tsching"--star--without a Shanghainese accent. : / Please excuse my strange spelling of the word, but, all things considered for twelve seconds, that's the best phoenetic jumble I can assign it when it comes to writing in Roman letters. =_="

Jaa, my English presentation blew, so eh. I guess there's no getting good marks this term. Oh well. : /

My last year's science teacher dressed up in an inflatable Sumo wrestler costume. I can't believe she didn't win the contest.

'Sall, I guess.

I must go finish sewing now...
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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Stuff is Nigh; run in ph34r.
That is correct! Halloween is approaching swiftly and I, for one, am really, really looking forward to this year.

Catherine said she'd really like to come with us, and then asked the insane question of, "Do I need a costume?"

*sweat sweat*

I told her I'd help her throw one together in time for Sunday evening. : P

If I want to enter the costume contest, arbitrarily being held on Thursday, at my school, I must finish the Link costume by tomorrow.

Or at least the tunic and hat. Finding a white, long-sleeved t-shirt and some white tights shouldn't be all too difficult, so the costume is most definately a go for this weekend. : )

Also, Sammie-chan, Kunai, and I are hitting the Hairy T this weekend, which is always fun.

Je suis une Godel heureux.^_^

I actually get the material my math teacher just taught us today--took about a minute for it to register, but meh.

I do have to somehow get my English presentation notes printed by tomorrow. I think I really pissed my teacher off by having a better version of Windows than the school computers, therein providing a basis for them to refuse to accept my floppy disc's files.

The bastards. (The computers, I mean.)

I guess I'll just have to make up for it by having a half-decent presentation, then, wont I?

Still no word on why my writing is so incredibly awkward. : /

Speaking of writing, I drew a couple pictures of Winnie today, and one of Nobuhiro. Two of them are just close-ups of the characters' respective faces, and one is of Winnie writing some stuff down in a book.
Maybe you'll get to see them one day.

I really like the close-up effect I got with the Winnie picture, especially. It's the kind of thing I'd like to make a painting of: you see her chin and lips and the end of her nose, and some [purple] hair.

On the negative side of everything (again), I didn't eat lunch today and am currently starving.

A la prochaine, I guess.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

It was the Monster Mash... (Yeah, thanks alot, Buggie, now you've got it stuck in my head. Geez.)
Well, I took the bus and subway home from school (at 5:15, incidentally), after waiting about half an hour after leaving art club--I am such a good friend, waiting for Catherine-chan--and said amie and I started talking about the usual: cultural and linguistic differences between Canada and China, English and Chinese, Japanese grammar and verbs, our respective crazy families, holidays, whether or not we're planning on going to DMCI or Earl Haig, and just about anything else of equal substance.

And then I realized something...

Catherine came to Canada two and a half years ago. She has never gone out for Halloween.
As this is a trajedy that should befall no one, I guess I'll bug her to come along with Sammie-chan, Kunai, the other one, and myself. Because you're never too old to go out, dressed as the Links, collecting candy from almost-complete strangers. ^_^

I still don't believe my French teacher on the front that nobody outside of North America eats sandwiches, or that, in Europe, they don't have chocolate chip cookies.

That's just disgusting. (Not having chocolate chip cookies, I mean.) Think of all the little children, deprived of their childhood.

"Another problem was that France was full of French people."

Non Campus Mentis is a hilarious book, even though I probably wouldn't fair any better than those who wrote it, were I in their position. But that doesn't matter, now, does it?

The Link costume is almost done--I just need to sew on the sleeves and collar, and make the hat. Which, really, shouldn't take all too long.

And, then, I shall be one with the Force Gem, and take great pride in relieving people of their limbs.

>: 3

There is going to be a costume contest at my school, this Thursday.
We shall only have three Links present, though, so I don't think we'll enter. 'Twouldn't be the same... : (

Or we can always get a plushie or something. : /

Meh...

Halloween is one of those crazy days where you can see a guy walk down the street in a Leonardo (as in the Ninja Turtle) costume and not notice.

Talk about a good time. >: )
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Monday, October 25, 2004

Super Trampoline School Kid
Who would have guessed that our next unit en la classe de francais was going to be...emoticons...? o.o;

I mean, this would be great--even fantastic. However, we're "etudie-ing" those lame-ass emoticons that no one uses any more--you know the ones that all those old people writing the French Cahiers are able to visualize?

That means, we get to fill out pages of fill-in-the-blank-with-an-old-school-emoticon-based questions.

Let's see how well you, good people of myOtaku.com can fair with this, shall we?

1. Enfin les vacances d'ete! Nous partons demain pour la plage. ____

2. Je ne peux pas venir chez toi cette fin de semaine. J'ai un projet de sciences a faire. ____

3. Peux-tu recontrer demain apres les cours? J'ai beaucoup de choses a te raconter. ____

4. Reponds-moi vite. Tu manques beacoup. ____

5. Mes Parents choisissent tous mes cours pour moi! Les parents pensent qu'ils savent tout, n'est-ce pas? ____

Don't speak French? Thought you did until now? Who gives a crap? Answer them anyway. Geez, people, show some innitiative, at least when it comes to the most useless of things. u.u

In honour of the dumbest French class ever, I think I shall pepper my post with emoticons. : D That is, unless I forget. : /

Another thing we have to do for French class is fill out some profiles for a few people we might regularly talk to online. What fun this is going to be. >: P

Does any one else find it slightly unsettling that our modern methods of communication have so deteriorated that we actually study these little guys

:-)

:-D

: (

: {

Okay, enough of that. =_="

I mean, those aren't even up-to-date. If they're going to teach us useless information that we already know, anyway, why don't they at least do it properly?

I bet that, one day, you will be able to take University-level courses on emoticons and their proper usage. They will become so engrained in our writing, that "oh-dot-oh" will become a common verbal expression, and that "tee-underscore-tee" will fully replace saying, "You, know, Bob, you've really hurt me."

Thirty years from now, when we have kids, and they walk around saying things like, "lol dude that iz so tee-underscore-tee, yet oh-underscore-oh and underscore-space-underscore-capital-U at the same time," and we try to explain the origins of said phrases to them, they will look at us all funny-like.

But seriously, think about it: there are three things every one between the ages of ten and 20 know all there is to know about right now, and we, as a generation clump, will carry this knowledge and attempt to transfer it to our potential offspring, whether or not they give a flying wad of crap:

-Pokemon and how it has impacted every society on a deep, subconcious level u.u
-The good old days, when you could download anything you wanted without actually having to care about whether or not the cops would bust you for it : P
-TCGs, videogames, and all manner of Asian pop-culture ^.^

A bunch of fifty-year-olds suddenly exploding into a fit of comparison between their best Pokemon, back in the day, might actually be considered normal one day. Who knows?

O_o"

Another thing that's different from earlier decades/centuries is the preservation of pop culture.
I mean, now that every one has at least one Beatles CD lying around at home, what's to say that, a hundred years from now, every one wont still know who John Lennon and Yoko Ono were?
I mean, I am used to the music of a few obscure Greek singers from, like, the fifties, so what's to say that everything that's popular now wont become cool again in fifty years or so? ?_?

Imagine... o.o

...Good Charlotte being popular forever. O_o"
I think I have to go burn down the Much Music headquarters now. >_>

In twenty years, will there be some sort of system of identification online, rendering all of our "don't talk to 30-year-old child molesters pretending to be twelve year olds online" videos utterly obsolete?

Something tells me stealing stuff is going to be a tad more difficult. >_>
Will there come a day where downloading music is considered...rebellious, as oppose to regular, or even slightly nerd-tastic? O_<

And how did I get here from exposing you guys to my silly French homework?

o.o"
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Sunday, October 24, 2004

I think something teeny, tiny, and utterly insignificant just got reflipped to
Know what pisses me off? And I mean really, really makes me want to run through the House of Commons with a chainsaw?

When people type things along the lines of this:

And then she kicked his *************************!!!!!!

It's as though they have invented some new profanity so unbelievably obscene and longwinded, the censors just know to black it out without any one's prior knowledge of its existance.

Either that or they can't fucking spell the word ASS.
For the love of all things sincere in this world--swearing being one of them--why must you add so many god-damned asterisks?! They are completely and utterly unnecessary, and it makes it painfully obvious that you're such a frigging pansy that you can't choose to type without curse words, or simply type them and see if they get filtered or not.
It's one of the most n00b-tastic things any one can do. I mean, it's as though they're doing this kind of thing on purpose.

Which brings me to another question...

How can these people live with themselves, knowing that the most intelligent thing they've ever contributed to a heated debate is "omfgz duds that iz soooo narsty lolzorz!!!!!!11one" or "no, i dun think thas gud couse some pplz are all flippy and dun no how respect me man".
And don't tell me you could understand either of those any better than I, being the one to let them roll, pitifully, off my fingers, could.
And don't tell me you've never seen blatant, blistering, in-your-face (thanks for the expression, Sammie-chan, despite its originally being applied to propaganda in the US) crap like that on OB, because you know it's out there...!!!!

How can some one make a pattern of posting such utter drivel where it will rub shoulders with at least half-decent replies to things worth reading?? How can they expect any one to take them seriously? And how can the complain when a mod threatens to ban them?
They can't. But they do, anyway, which means they ought to be lined up and shot.

*kills everything*

And back to the bit about the ********************'s.

Another thing I can't stand is "fake" swearing (barring the words "frick" and "frig", because they're that much fun). Words like "shite" (*stabs Senny*) and "dang".

Words that have no purpose but to give losers who lack either the balls or readily-applicable-to-females-expression to actually say the word "fuck", or "shit", or "damn".

It reminds me of those god-awful Chicken Soup for the Soul books, all of which ought to be piled up and, if not burned, as that would be too Nazi-like, locked away forever, because they are just that useless and lame.
No, I don't care about how you saved your little sister's life by praying to god and how you recovered from bullimia because Jesus came to you in a dream and told you he loved you anyway.
And I don't care about the time you were enough of a loser to by one of those books after not your tenth, but twentieth birthday, because you're too much of an uber-loser to find anything intelligent or substance-having to read.

Morons, all of 'em. They can go boil 'eir 'eads in vats of camel fat, for all I care. 'Twould be doing the world a favour, as far as I, or any one else of consequence (yes, I am an individual of consequence, you supreme loser : P), ought to be concerned.

And that is why punctuation is an integral part of any post, on OB or elsewhere.

Thank you.

EDIT:

How many OB members does it take to figure out the answer to one math question?

Four.

Two to puzzle over it for half an hour, one to suggest they ask Azure-jiji for help, one of said senile old man to explain just what the answer is, along with how it is achieved.
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