Thursday, March 18, 2004

Old pictures...
Not photos. Pictures. This morning, my mom came across a drawing that some one (*laugh*) gave me ten years ago. It's of Mickey Mouse, in crayon, and across the bottom, in a rectangle that was free of background colour, is written, To Kaddy, Love Chris 1993. I haven't thought of where to put it yet.

On a completely different note, I made a banner:

Any opinions would be welcome.

Today, I purchased a book entitled 'The Interpreter'. It's about a Korean immagrant living in New York, working as a--you guessed it--interpreter for the court system.
I love the way it's written, which is probably why I bought it.

However, it made me think: in the book, Asian origin is emphasized as being something rare, that segragates people. It displays those of Asian origin as being within their own little society, alone in North America. This is a recent book.
I just found it odd reading something with this mentality so reinforced, after spending my entire life in a city that is about 40% Asian, where racism & racial stereotypes are utterly tabboo. For the past six years, I, as a Caucasian, have been part of a visible minority.
Due to this, I feel like I've come to disregard race on a casual level.

Though I've always been familiar with the fact that the rest of the world isn't as diverse as where I live, reading this book still feels weird in a way.

Something that pisses me off: organising books based on the ethnicity of the author. I mean, what the fuck is up with that? Sorry for being vulgar, but this just makes me wonder what kind of shit is going through the minds of people who are taking over the book market.
Not only have Chapters and !ndigo sold out to yoga mats and candles, but now they're deviding books based on something as irrelevant as the author's skin colour or eye-shape? Some things are just stupid in this world. The thing is: they shouldn't be.

On a side note, does any one know of a place where I can download early Chrno Crusade? I think my friend has most of it on CD, but I wont be seeing him for a while, as I'm still on break...

On another, even more lateral, note: Haze, I still don't believe you when you say that Sakura ever comes online. Ever.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Some inaccurately brilliant poetry by Teh Gar.
By Gar:

There had been a skirmish at the D&D that day;
and now there were few HitPoints with an hour left to play.
And then when Ivy died at first, and Xanaphia did the same,
an angry silence fell upon the players of the game.
A vengeful few got up to go in frustration while the rest;
clung to the hope which filled them with a weary kind of zest.
They thought if only Darkmoon could get a whack at that-
She’d avenge the death of Gonerall, her bucket, and the bat.
But CrowCall preceded Darkmoon, and Seraphina too,
and Khadgar’s wake had left the others reeling, black and blue!
So there were few remaining who weren’t in pieces, slashed, or gored.
And all their hope had rested in the blade of Darkmoon’s sword.
Then Seraphina had her head chopped off, without doing much harm,
and a lucky 20 Cleaved apart the sleazy CrowCalls’ arm.
And when the dust had lifted, they saw what had occured;
Daniel the Broad-Ranged sprung the trap in which they had been lured.
And from the one remaining, there rose a tortured yell;
It rumbled in the valley, it thundered in the dell;
An Intimidation roll the player Christie scored;
Daniel the Broad-Ranged shuddered as Darkmoon hefted her sword.
There was rage in the Dragoness’s stance as she took her comrade’s place,
but then the DragonFear had long since left the Broad-Ranged’s face.
And Daniel’s eyes were on her as she rubbed her hands with blood,
as she wiped it on her arms, Daniel then thought, “Oh crud”
Then while Daniel placed his sword in its scabbard near his hip,
Fury gleamed in Darkmoons’ eye, a sneer curled Darkmoons’ lip.
And Daniel threw a Fireball, it hurtled through the air,
The Dragoness just watched it with a haughty grandeur there.
Christie rolled a 1d20, which came up a seventeen;
Darkmoon took a little damage, but her scales still had their sheen.
From her opponent, Gartner *******, there came an annoyed grunt,
Said Darkmmon, “you can try again, that all-to-relied-on stunt”
With her reptillian certainty the Great Darkmoon’s visage shone;
Daniel said, “It isn’t over,” and bade the game go on.
Daniel summoned up his energy, let another Fireball go;
“Hah! I’ve got +3 to Reflex!”
But she failed her Saving Throw.
The angry Force of Buoyancy declared the roll a fraud;
a hand shot up from Christie and the multitude was awed.
And Gartner rolled for damage, and Darkmoon roared in pain;
and Daniel knew she would not be hit by that spell agian!
There was murder there, in Darkmoons’ eyes, her fangs were clenched in hate,
she brought the Yuan-ti forth and beat her claw against his pate.
Daniel did the Incantation, an “IGNIS TORRERO!”
And Time and Space were shattered by the force of Darkmoons’ blow!
With other people’s D&D, the people live in blight,
the DM is a moron, and they lose every fight.
Somewhere people live in pain, as people fume and shout;
Like the ******* household’s basement, where Darkmoon has been Knocked Out!

And there you have why Gar is so very cool. Just one thing, however: last time I checked, Khadgar was LEVEL FOUR. Unless I have been mallisciously and repeadidly lied to about said character, there is NO WAY that he could defeat Xanaphia, as she is level ten.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Good night (for now).

EDIT: A funny conversation with Coolest.

Chunky the Donut Slayer says:I'm...very straight.~_^
Chunky the Donut Slayer says:Kidding.
Akhatariini -- Kit says:So you ARE gay.
Chunky the Donut Slayer says:Not about the gay thing.
Chunky the Donut Slayer says:About the hitting on you thing.
Akhatariini -- Kit says:Good.
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O_O
Once again: it's completely change a post from its original form time.

I have decided to stick with boring old Verdana: black, size 2. Why? Because when I use other fonts, they get screwed up. That is: they become Verdana.O_o

It's kind of dissapoiting that, now that I am on holidays (as brief as they may be), I am bored to tears (literally). You see, when I cannot access my computer for at least nine hours a day, on weekend etc... I sort of go bonkers.
Don't I just suck infinately?

Anyway, once again: PARANOIA AGENT=THE BEST THING EVER. That, and beef stew.^^ For all you deprived people who have not wasted hours upon hours of your waking lives at Homestarrunner.com...I pity you.

Another stupid thing I have noticed: I can only draw with a mechanical pencil! Isn't that simply the most absurd thing you have ever heard? It's just that, when things get all smudgey, it makes me want to scream and break things. I hate smudgey crap getting all over my drawings!! DIE, HB PENCILS!!! Zero point five 2H led all the way!!!

*ahem*

Did I mention how bored I am at the moment? Quite honestly, I don't even have anything to rant about...*dies*

EDIT: Just saw episode three of Paranoia Agent. I don't know what to say about it other than, "Well, that was borderline disturbing." This is an awesome show! Every one should go watch it...right now!!

You can start downloading now...>_>
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