Sunday, April 3, 2005

New art up and Godel can't throw a 45-pound rock less than too far for a flying wad of monkey crap.
More on that later.

For now, go see the new art. (Scroll down, you lazy bastard.)
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Thursday, March 31, 2005

You have three seconds to spot five totally awesome differences between what you're seeing now and what you expected to.


Watched the first part of "Titanic", for the first time in years. It's funny: I remember really liking that movie, back when I was--what?--eight, or whatever. But this time around, I felt my head imploding every time Rose opened her mouth to talk.
I mean, I appreciate the character and how utterly miserable she is, but the acting was pretty-much sickening, on ol' Kate What'shername's part: when it came time for the whole bit about, "One leg on each side?" I was nearly falling off the chesterfield, laughing.
And the picture quality totally sucks.

To tell you the truth, I probably just don't like watching movies that involve my being acutely aware that everybody's gonna die before the final scene. It's too damn depressing.


Luckily for certain unnamed parties, my scanner is giving me no end of trouble. It has been for the past couple of days and something tells me restarting the computer would fix the problem, as it worked last time. However, I am currently downloading a bundle of Black Jack episodes and am not inclined to wait another eight days for them to finish.
Anyway, once I do get around to restarting this diminutive hunk of plastic and metal, every one can look forward to my second drawing of aforementioned persons. Featuring more of my god-awful handwriting--in French, at that! Wai.


It absolutely sickens me that people claiming to be "out to preserve life" exert all their effort trying to keep a clinically dead human being on life support and protesting abortion, then go and not give a shit about the fact that their country is slaughtering countless, entirely innocent citizens, right as you're reading this, because they're Iraqis.
But, then again, one has to remember that, with these people, it is made obvious that the only people who are "people" are white, Protestant, middle-class Republicans, who can, for the meanwhile, at least, afford to not care about the fact that the world has real problems.

Too bad for them that China is gonna take over the world, fifty years or so from now.
And no one hereabouts could even be considered an abstract threat, so we just might be able to stay safe. 'Specially if we do the proactive thing and give them 50 cows before they can get angry at us for something else. Then again, giving any one 50 cows, these days, would probably be a threat in itself. *chuckles at the utter weirdness of cows*

Because they really are fucking weird as hell, when you get right down to it. Black spots/splotches? Why would you even breed a creature to look like that?! So they couldn't disappear into the forest, while you weren't looking? As if you couldn't find them with no effort, at all, anyway: "Mmmmmmmooooooo...."
Teh hell? *shakes head at the weirdness of people*


Just out of curiosity, has any one else seen "Into the Woods", in any form--tape or live or what? Because that would be really cool if you had.

Agony! Far greater than yours...
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Something I find quite strange reminded me of the above.
My grandfather said that during a conversation with my young cousin, who, then, had just started Senior Kindergarten. Needless to say, I found it quite funny. Still do.

Anyway, getting back to the strange something, myOtaku seems to think I am "Senior Member", whatever this is supposed to mean. Initially, having noticed the new format for the comments pop-up window, I figured it just meant I'd been around for a while, but then I saw Shin's comment. He, apparently, is just a "Member".
So that theory proved false.
Then, I remembered that, a while back, I had my birth-year listed as 1964, which would have explained the "Senior". When I checked my allotted birth-date, however, it said '91.

Godel: Um...what?

Therefore, I am utterly perplexed. *raises eyebrows*


On a fun note, a friend I haven't seen for a bajillion years popped by a few minutes ago, though she had to leave in a bit of a hurry. She was wearing her Private School track pants. : /
Funny, 'cause I was mentioning my plans to buy a Gloomy for said friend in a PM to Skippedry right as she showed up.

Crazy stuff.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Oh, look at all the lonely people...
In response to the gist of the comments from my last post, I say, simply, this:

I am French.

*cough*


It was hot out today. I don't mean it crept up to around positive five and hovered around there, while a chilly sort of wind blew, but the temperature remained just cold enough to disallow snow--I mean it was hot out today, as in, "Fuck you, Mr Parka!" and eating lunch outside without gloves and a toque. I mean having to declare that I would never again use banana-scented shampoo, as it attracts the bugs.

I mean it was damn hot out. And it's going to only get hotter, until people start dying in the streets and one charity group or another feels obliged to start handing out free water bottles to all the homeless people.
Just like every year.

This just reminded me of how funny I find the fact that, when the settlers from Europe first came to Canada, the French perished of cold and the English of heat exhaustion.


As part of an art project, I get to take Roy Liechtenstein's Masterpiece and convert it to something "original", while maintaining it as identifiably Masterpiece. I was rather stumped for something interesting to do, regarding this, when, all of a sudden, it hit me: manga.
Since the original is done, rather predictably, considering the artist, in a Western comic-book style, with the words in English, why not use an Eastern style, with the words in Japanese.
All I have to do is translate, "Oh, Brad, darling, this painting is a masterpiece! Soon, every one in New York will be clamoring for your work!" into Nihongo.

If any one thinks they can help me, I would so appreciate it. *weak laugh*

So far, I have, Aah! Tanaka-san! Kono e wa sugei desu! Ima, Tokyo no minna wa anata no sakuhin ga hoshii.

As you can see, I am not sure how to conjugate "hoshii", in order to upgrade it to the probable tense. I know there are at least a handful of people up here who have an understanding of basic Japanese, so any other mistakes' being pointed out would be most helpful.^^
I've obviously made some cultural changes, like swapping "Brad" with "Tanaka" and "New York" with "Tokyo", but aside from that, I cannot be sure of anything. >_>"


I'm going curling with a few of my friends this Sunday, and the information my friend who is actually part of the association provided me with is something along the lines of, "Meet me at the Country Club at noon." Needless to say, I find this limitlessly funny.
I can just hear myself now: "Hey, Dad, I need a ride to the Country Club." *raises eyebrow*


Heathen Easter was an okay thing, and I have, consequentially, begotten much in the way of chocolate. Wai.


Just out of curiosity, what would your immediate reaction be to seeing a blue SUV spray-painted up with the Fleur de Lise, promoting the separatist movement? (No reason--just asking...)
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Sunday, March 27, 2005

My friend just got dumped by his internet girlfriend--haha, what a fuckin' loser.
So I bought the material for my Hinata costume today. It's a slightly darker brown than how it appears in the anime, but I liked that shade better, and it's not really that much of a difference, so eh. I also got a totally awesome metal zipper, which I can't wait to show off at the con, come May: it never ceases to amaze/disappoint me how few people are capable of including basic, technical, functioning, integral details to their otherwise half-decent costumes. Actually, let's get this straight: those damn losers freaking piss me off and can all go burn in hell.
The bag I got stuck carrying around the nearby Loblaws, however, was much heavier than you'd think, having read that. It also contained a new "table runner" for the dining room that, "was on sale for $3/m", some yarn my sister wanted, for some inexplicable reason, and a few spools. Yay spools! Oh yeah, and also this thick, black string my mom wanted so she could hang her jewelry she made from.

Sewing is fun. : D
I actually plan to make this skirt some time in the near or distant future, but hopefully in time for summer. Out of grey corduroy and some fun, synthetic, ribbony stuff. The trick will be washing it. *raises eyebrow*


March Break has been pretty-much uneventful, overall, especially when you consider Easter's tomorrow and I haven't done anything amazing all week. Except have ham for dinner. Because ham owns you, despite this one's being ridiculously salty, even for ham.
My cat likes it allot, though. He kept trying to get us to chuck it at him, but I feared he would get really thirsty and bug me to give him water in the middle of the night. Kind of like how he threw himself against my bedroom door until I let him in, yesterday. Poor kitty; without his claws he cannot scratch my door and has to sacrifice his shoulders, head, etc...
And mew in that oh-so-pathetic way. Kind of like when we put him in the cage so he could go to the vet: he was in there, then he started making this, "Meooooooow....meoooow..." noise that could have made Black Mage Evil-Wizardington cry. I swear. ;_;
He [my cat, not BM] is currently shedding all over my bed. But I'm too lazy to get him to go shed somewhere else, like my sister's room. Maybe he'd even eat her hamster in the process of doing that... Sounds like a plan, actually...

*cough*


My friend got back from the school trip to Europe, and has told me a harrowing tale of bad experiences in foreign subway systems. Basically, some guy came up to them while they were waiting to meet up with the other group, asked one of the guys if he wanted to go to the movies with him. Then, when he looked at him like, "Wtf, man?" he sat down and started stroking his cheek.
So he shoves him away like, "WTF, MAN?" And, so, the guy moves on to the next one. Who shoves him away, as well.
The general gist I got, regarding how all this was solved, was that the French teacher showed up, saw this, and ran towards him screaming, then smacked him or something.

The moral of the story? French people [in France] who ride the subway are 1) gay and 2) child-molesters.

And, then, my friend got pick-pocketed ONE HUNDRED EUROS. Jesus, and you had me thinking French people [in France] who ride the subway are just gay pedophiles! They're pick-pockets, too, now.
And here I thought we were living in the age of specialization. *tsk*


Additionally, Vince, come back to meeeeeeeee...!!!
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Two days ago, my kitty went to...
...have his claws ripped out by some bogus vet. Well, I'm pretty sure the vet isn't genuinely bogus, but I shall continue to refer to them as thus because they ripped my kitty's claws out. Sure, it was my parents who didn't want him destroying their chesterfields and armchairs, but that's beside the point.
And now my kitty isn't here, because he's at the vet. So I'm alone in the house with a hamster. Oh joy. Especially since I hate that frigging hamster--all she ever does is run on her god damned wheel all night, and since the closet (it's nowhere near as inhumane as it sounds--really) my sister keeps her cage in backs onto my room, I, consequentially, get little to no sleep. Oh yeah, and I think she may have bitten my cat on the nose or something.
Very pathetic on the part of my cat.


I actually spent almost three hours PMing back and forth with my Internet Guardian/Uncle/Big Brother (entirely self-described, I assure you), mostly about things regarding Barbies.
For instance, the Barbie doll we are all familiar with today and enjoyed de-limbing when we were but wee tots was actually knocked-off the German "Lilli" doll. Basically, this was a toy for men to buy so they could prop her up on stands in their cars and stuff.
It's funny to think that she was about as dressed at all times as many women are today just walking down the street in summertime. The times do change, don't they?

And, speaking of summer, it was pretty much hot outside yesterday, considering that it's still March. I actually got a sunburn [, though it was from skiing, so it doesn't count]. It went up to around six or seven degrees during the day, and I doubt it fell below negative ten at night, so yay. Spring is here, in all its shitfulness.
I hate spring, namely because it always smells so damn bad. The snow melts away and you get all the fumes that have gathered from the everything underneath coming out all at once and it's gross. Spring has no right to exist, aside from May, because May is cool.
There should be a sort of...seasonal "sublimation", during which winter immediately gives way to summer, with nothing in between.
(Fall can stick around though; fall is teh awesome.)


I picked up a copy of "The Picture of Dorian Gray" the other day, and I must say I'm impressed. I must also say, "omfg gayest book ever!!!11one" though it probably isn't, and it's to be expected. It's actually pretty cute, until Dorian becomes such a bastard and stabs Basil Hallward in the base of the skull, like, seventy million times. That part was sad. I like Basil. Too bad he fell in love with the wrong very pretty, conceited young guy with "golden hair" and "red lips".
And, therefore, Oscar Wilde is one cool guy, though I'd have to beat him up if I ever met him. Same is true of Shakespear(e), though, so it's not like it'd be anything personal.


Last night, I had a very literal dream. That's right: I actually dreamed about talking to my friends about video games then complaining about crappy "Knights of the Old Republic II" graphics. I distinctly remember saying, "I couldn't believe it--the graphics are so primitive! They're the same, if not worse, than Prince of Persia one's and that game is, like, five years old!"
I don't know if I want to consider the implications of dreaming about this kind of thing, but whatever.


"Viewtiful Joe" is a cool game, but I just can't get very into it. I haven't played for more than an hour at a time yet.
And what's worse is that I cannot find DMC1 in stores anywhere. Anywhere, I say! I have looked and asked in, like, five different places! GAH! *smashes stuff*

Is it so wrong wanting to play the first one before the third?? Is it?! You'd think so, the way the world's been acting lately. Pah.
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