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Thursday, January 13, 2005


   I'm hungry.....

If that's the least of my worries... *insert hysterical laughter here*


Anyhoo.... well. I got MS Access to function properly today on Demon Spawn. Yay me. I played around with it a little while this afternoon, but whas distracted by lots of other things.

Like... a new puzzle in the other community I belong to! And chatting with people about other things, too.


I'm feeling a little better today than I did the last day and a half. I think sleeping almost until 11:00 this morning may have something to do with that.

Things are still all messed up in my life, but I'm dealing with it for now.


Well, I'm gonna run around a bit. Hit some sites. Maybe check that puzzle out.

Laters!





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Wednesday, January 12, 2005


   Still down... but incredibly tired on top of it all.

Well. I'm still feeling down. Thanks for all the well-wishes. I got about 3 hours of sleep last night. Couldn't fall asleep until after 2:00 am. Then woke up around 5:30 and lay in bed until I grabbed my GBA and played Golden Sun for an hour. Still couldn't fall asleep, so I came out to the living room and watched my Trigun DVD. I did fall asleep in the middle of one episode and woke up in the middle of the next one. Really weird...especially since I was watching it in Japanese with subtitles.


Well... here it is. The next part of the story. Enjoy.


It started out as an ordinary practice session in the dojo, but it ended anything but ordinary. Many students were in attendance, and Hikaru was perhaps the youngest instructor there. He was helping Takeda-sensei with the drills, as his father was gone to war.

Nakamura Hikaru was small for his age, but the students knew him to be stronger than he looked, so many of them were reluctant to spar with him. The size difference made them hold back, and they were intimidated by his skill. He had, in fact, been training in swords from the time he could walk. His father, after all, was samurai, but no one thought Hikaru would ever become samurai himself.

This particular day, there was an odd number of students and Hikaru was needed to spar with the odd man. Everyone had paired up quickly leaving Satsuo without a partner. Satsuo was a tall boy with the grace of an ox. He clearly had an advantage over Hikaru when it came to size.

The practice sparring started out normally enough. Hikaru was holding back somewhat because his skill outmatched that of Satsuo. He should not have held back, for Satsuo managed to get the upper hand, and in his enthusiasm knocked Hikaru's helmet off. Satsuo struck Hikaru in the head, knocking him cold.

Students all stopped their practice once they had seen what happened. Takeda-sensei sent one for the doctor. Satsuo was standing alone to the side, a look of fear on his face. "I didn't mean to hurt him, Takeda-sensei," he stammered, dropping the practice sword. Out of the corner of his eye, Takeda noticed it was a bokken and not a shinai.

Takeda looked at him briefly. "I know, Satsuo-kun," he said. "Everyone stand back, let the doctor through."

The doctor arrived and took a preliminary check of Hikaru. "He still breathes, but someone has knocked the sense out of the lad. Who was he sparring with?"

"Satsuo-kun," Takeda replied. Satsuo seemed to get smaller.

"Ah, I should have realized he'd be the one to knock Hikaru off his feet, but I did not expect this." The doctor pointed at the welt on Hikaru's head. It was the size of an egg. "Well, let's get some of these lads to help carry Hikaru to his quarters. He'll be comfortable enough there until he wakes."

A blanket was found and six of the students carried Hikaru to his room, where the doctor tended to his injuries. "Nothing to do now but wait. He will wake when he's ready. Hopefully, he will still have his senses about him."

"Thank you, doctor," Takeda said. "Are you going to stay with him for a while? I need to let the students know how he is. Especially Satsuo."

"Yes, I'll stay for now. You take care of business." The doctor sat next to Hikaru to wait.

Takeda went back to the dojo to let the students know that Hikaru was still unconscious, but otherwise seemed all right. He then dismissed them, as they were too distracted to pay attention to their lessons. They slowly made their way out of the dojo. Except for Satsuo. Only he stayed behind out of concern.

"Excuse me, Takeda-sensei," Satsuo said quietly. "May I be allowed to stay? It was, after all, my error that caused Hikaru-sensei to be injured."

Takeda smiled. "Of course you may stay. I'll have word sent to your family that you're still here. Set your things aside and go into the garden. I'll have some tea sent to you."

"Thank you, sensei." Satsuo bowed and went to the garden.

Takeda was about to go get some tea for the boy when a messenger came into the dojo. "May I help you?"

The messenger bowed and said, "I have a message for Nakamura Hikaru. It is very important."

"I will take it to him. He has been injured and cannot see anyone at present."

"I understand, sir," the messenger said as he handed an envelope to Takeda. "I will tell you as well. I bring news from the war. Nakamura Yoshihiro has been killed in battle. I am very sorry to have been the bearer of such news at this time of crisis in the household. I bid you good day, sir." He bowed again before leaving.

Takeda looked at the envelope in his hand. The seal was that of the division in which Master Yoshihiro had been serving. Tragedy on top of ill fortune had come to this house. He went to the kitchen and told the servant to make some tea for Satsuo, then he went to Hikaru's room. As he crossed the garden, there was a sudden wind. Change was in the air and he was the bearer of sad news for an unconscious boy.


Laters.





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Tuesday, January 11, 2005


   Raining on the inside...



Sorry. No story tonight gang. I'm not a happy Kitsune right now.

Laters.





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   If it ain't one thing, it's another

Well. The issues my ISP was having got cleared up sometime during the day today (still Monday for me, despite the time stamp above). But... as I was about halfway through looking at your sites.... I think MyOtaku was having issues. I apologize for not hitting everyone's sites.

I may have another part of my story for you tomorrow. I wrote it in the library. I haven't decided if I'm going to post it yet.

Laters!





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Monday, January 10, 2005


   How to piss off a Kitsune

There is a conspiracy against me getting anywhere on my studying for the MOUS Certification. Observe the following:

1. Have the MS Office 2000 software on Demon Spawn not work correctly on the one particular aspect of it that is the hardest to understand.

2. Ask sister for the MS Office 2000 disks so the Kitsune can try to fix it. Have sister ask her husband to find said disks. Have sister ask her husband about the disks again and have him ask, "Oh, were we supposed to find them?"

3. Have the Kitsune's ISP software's Scam Blocker software decide that EVERY SINGLE SITE ON THE ENTIRE WORLD WIDE WEB is a potentially dangerous site that will steal the Kitsune's identity.

4. Have the baka computers at the library be restricted in such a way that the Kitsune can't bring in a disk with files to practice on MS Office because the disk drives are configured so they won't open anything. Evidentally the disk drives are there for show.

5. Have the baka computers at the library be set up in such a way that things can't be downloaded... at all. Thus making it impossible for the Kitsune to go to the online tutorial site because the baka computers don't have the latest version of Shockwave on them.

The list could go on.....


So...guess who isn't getting much studying done today.

Laters.





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Sunday, January 9, 2005


   Running around again!

Well... another afternoon of running around with my sister and nephew. It was fun. Of course, it also meant that I didn't do exactly what I had planned to do. I was going to spend the afternoon at the library looking up stuff. We did get to the library, but I didn't get stuff looked up. Oh well.


Here's a character sketch of Samantha for you! I got it to work the way I wanted with the help of Matt3402! Thanks, Matt!




























Name:Samantha O'Riley
Age:Almost 16
Home:Boston
Family:Grandmother Esther
Description:Blonde hair, blue eyes. Tall for a girl - 5'7"; slim build
Personality:Generally cheerful and down to earth. Even tempered.
Special Skills:Empathy, second sight, sense spirit energy.
Hobbies:Drawing
Background:The youngest of seven children of an Irish immigrant family in Boston, but raised by her grandmother instead of with the rest of the family. Grandma Esther is somewhat of a seer/fortuneteller. Has been attending Miss Sharpe's Finishing School in Boston.



Well... time to look around!

Laters!


Edit: I have no idea what that big blank space above Samantha's description is doing there. I'm trying to figure out where it came from, but am not getting very far.





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Saturday, January 8, 2005


   My brain hurts...

Not really, but it was something to say. Sinuses are acting up a bit, though. I hate colds.


Hmm.... are they censoring Rurouni Kenshin? Kenshin should be bleeding after holding his sword by the blade and being slashed by Aoshi. Oh well...


I didn't do much of anything today. Got up kind of late. Went to McDonald's with my sister & nephew for lunch. Then the grocery store. I have food! That was about it for my day. Thrilling, huh?


I have got to do some writing again! I haven't done any for three days! *smacks self with own sakabato* Bad Kitsune!! Bad! No biscuit!
*has flashback to comment written on an assignment in college & starts to giggle*
Yes... one of my professors in college wrote "No, no, no! Bad budgy!" on one of my assignments when I got something wrong.


All right... time to run about now.

Laters!





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Friday, January 7, 2005


   Wheeeee!!!!!!




Okay... now that I got that out of the way. Today was a nothing sort of day. Tried to snow at me when I went to the library. Didn't amount to much except a layer of snow dust on my car. Hooray! I like snowflakes.... It's when they get organized and gang up on me that I don't like them.


I was going to have a little character profile of Samantha for you, but I wasn't happy with how it was working, so you'll have to wait. Sorry.


I go run about now!

Laters!





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Thursday, January 6, 2005


   I have this terrible pain in the diodes down my left side.

Okay. Not really, but I do ache. After all the snow yesterday and the day before, today was sunny! So.... I took advantage of that (and a need to go to the grocery store) to go outside and find my car. I found it under a whole lotta snow! Getting the snow off wasn't too bad. It brushed away nicely. Getting the snow away from it was a big pain. As was chiseling off the eighth inch of ice that was under all the snow. I left the rear passenger window and the sunroof still iced. I was too tired to get that rear passenger window, and why bother with the sunroof? It don't work anyways.


Well, it seems my story was received well. I'll put more of it up as it comes to me. It won't be an everyday thing, though.


Time to look around now, since I didn't do it last night.

Laters!





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   I'm going a bit stir crazy...but it may also be MS Access doing this to me.

Well... I haven't been out of the apartment since Monday morning when I took the rent check to the management office! That was an interesting adventure because of the ice on the ground.

This is why I haven't left since. Sorry that they're underexposed a bit, but if I use the flash all you'll see is glare.

The view from the balcony:


Yes, that is 11 inches!


The weather guy on channel 3 just said that the total snow at 10:00 pm is 12 inches for Council Bluffs. It's shortly after that time right now.


All right... a few days ago I said I was going to try my hand at writing every day. I've been trying to remember to do it everyday, but have been a little lax. This morning I did three days worth. The topics were not related at all, but I sort of tied them together... even though the one for yesterday's topic may not seem to fit, it actually will in the long run. Here you go... an as of yet untitled work.


  Esther stood in the doorway of her granddaughter's room. "You had the dream again, didn't you? Samantha?" The girl was just visible in the light of the lamp Esther was carrying.
  Samantha was sitting up in bed and staring at the light, yet not seeing it. Slowly her eyes came into focus. "Oh, Grandma, what does it mean?" she whispered.
  Esther went into the room and set the lamp on the table by the bed. Sitting on the bed, she gathered Samantha into a hug. "Tell me, dear heart. A burden shared is a burden halved."
  Safe in her Grandmother's arms, Samantha sighed and began to tell of her dream, "I'm in that strange place as usual. It looks like a garden, but there aren't any flowers. I see a few trees around the edge, but there are rocks and pebbles where the flowers should be. It's night and the moon is out. The house across the way is lit up.
  "I walk to the house. I can hear voices inside, but I can't understand them. At the house, I reach a door, but it's closed and I can't find the doorknob. It looks like it's made of paper and I can see a light glowing behind. Someone is moving in there. They seem upset about something.
  "I try to open the door, but it is opened from within. A man is standing there and he looks through me at something in the garden. Before I turn to look, I can see in the room a boy lying sick on a cushion. Another man is sitting nearby, speaking in whispers with his eyes closed. It looks like he is praying for the boy.
  "I turn to the man that opened the door and he's moved out into the garden. I follow him to the stone bench where sits a silvery figure looking at the moon. It's the ghost of the boy, yet it seems so alive."
  Samantha stopped to wipe away a tear, then continued, "The ghost boy turns to look at the man. He looks so sad. The man speaks and all the boy can do is nod. The the boy turns and looks at me. His eyes, Grandma, his eyes look like green fire. They scare me so. Then he opens his mouth to say something and reaches for me. That's when I screamed. What does this mean? Grandma, I'm scared."
  Esther hugged Samantha closer and smoothed her hair. "Hush, dear heart. It's all right. You're all right. Let me worry about it now. Go back to sleep. I'll leave the light here for you."
  She stayed at Samantha's side until she slept again, then went back to her own room. "Well, Toby," she said to the old tabby on the chair, "it seems that Samantha has the gift as well. She is seeing people in need in her dreams. I just need to find out where she needs to go." Esther moved to a locked cabinet, opened it and brought out a crystal ball. Setting it on the small table,she shooed the cat off the chair and sat and began to scry. Toby curled up at her feet.
  Esther was not sure how long she stared into the crystal, but in the morning she know what it was that Samantha needed to do. A long journey lay ahead for the girl, but a boy's life depended on her granddaughter.
* * *

  "A year after your death, Tsuyoshi, your mother still grieves, as do I," Nakamura Takeshi said at the grave shrine. "She doesn't show it to anyone, yet I know she grieves." He fell silent then, alone in his thoughts.
  Standing a respectful distance away, Nakamura's secretaries waited by the carriage. "How long do we wait, Ashida-san?" Yonaha asked.
  "As long as he stays there," Ashida answered. "And show some respect. That is the grave of Nakamura-sama's eldest son. He has no heir now, except for the younger son."
  "Younger son? I didn't know he had another son after the great Tsuyoshi. Where is he?"
  "No one knows for sure. There was a disagreement in the family and the younger son left," Ashida stopped talking and nodded toward Nakamura. Yonaha fell silent as well.
  Nakamura had finished his graveside contemplations and was returning to his men. He was a man that clearly knew he was a leader of men and his bearing showed it. However, the regal bearing had an air of sadness to it today. "Ashida-san, Yonoha-san, it is a time for forgiveness," he said. "It is time to bring my son Yoshihiro home. He was last known to be running a dojo in Kamakura. Find him and bring him to my office." He entered the waiting carriage.
  "Yes, sir," Ashida said with a bow. As the carriage pulled away, he turned to Yonoha. "I guess we go to Kamakura."
* * *

  Samantha O'Riley was trying very hard to be as normal as possible. She was fifteen years old and her birthday was a couple months away. She went to school and learned her letters and etiquette like any other young lady in Boston. However, Samantha O'Riley was a far from normal as she possibly could be. She had a destiny and she did not yet know about it.
  The day started out badly. She had had the dream again the night before, so she had not slept well. It was another school day and the morning lessons did not go at all well. She had difficulty paying attention to Miss Sharpe and had been scolded several times. So when the lunch break came around, she was glad for the time away from the classroom.
  In the schoolyard, Samantha sat by herself under a tree. She watched her friends and classmates as they ate and laughed in the yard. Then she noticed the moon hanging above the school building. It was noon and the moon was out and full above the school.
  Samantha breathed in sharply as a motion caught her eye. She turned to the motion and gasped aloud at the sight before her. It was ever so slight, but it was the silvery form of a boy with eyes of emerald fire. He spoke, yet no words were heard. He reached for her hand and it was then that she screamed.
  "Is she dead?" someone said.
  "Don't be stupid, Penelope, she fainted," another voice said.
  Then another voice, "Girls! Girls! Move away. Give her some air." There was the sound of several girls moving about.
  Samantha's eyes focused slowly on the face of Miss Sharpe.
  "Miss O'Riley, what is the meaning of this? Why are you screaming in the yard?" Miss Sharpe was not happy, yet it seemed she was concerned at the same time.
  Samantha looked at her teacher and classmates. "I'm... I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I don't know what happened. My head... hurts." She stood up quickly and said, "I have to go. I'm sorry. He needs me." She moved to leave.
  "Who needs you, Miss O'Riley?" Miss Sharpe demanded.
  "I... I don't know. All I know is that I'm the one that can help him. I'm the only one!" And with those words, Samantha ran from the schoolyard. "I'm sorry. Really," she called over her shoulder as she left.
  The moon... Samantha thought. The moon is the key...
  Esther was waiting at the door when Samantha arrived home. "I knew you'd be coming, dear heart," she said. She welcomed the girl in and sat her at the kitchen table. "It's time I told you of your destiny. It has been laid before me at last."


Well... there you have it. A beginning of sorts. Sorry it was so long. And sorry if I don't hit all sites, but my timing is off tonight.

Laters!


Edit: this post took an hour to write and was actually all done on Wednesday night!





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