Monday, February 26, 2007

Neko Nyan dance FTW
Now, I have to say that, this is like my song.

find it here: http://gendou.com/amusic/?filter=chokotto+sister&match=0

or at any other download site


Neko-Nyan Dance
(Chokotto Sister ED)

Neko-nyan Dance: Cat's Meow Dance

If waiting under the face, the future will show itself now
(Go over the reason, go over the reason, go over the reason, go over the reason)
Hand to hand, I lick the bottom of my paw
(Licking, licking, licking)

I sharpened my claws right after waking up and stretching
I drank milk and then went to an afternoon nap
That's how a cat's busy day goes by

Ah, grandmother Kuro was a multi-colored Russian blue cat
Mixed with tiger and tea-colored stripes
Cat's meow dance, cat's meow dance, cat's meow dance

Let's groom each other, also make the tail a priority
(Groom, groom, groom)
Riding on the lap, let's fold our feet
(Groom, groom, groom)

Playing with the ball all day, until sunset is at hand
If to bear the burden of meeting in the evening
Cat's fickle meetings can be evil

Come here now, white Abyssian and Siamese cats
Persian, rural, and Himalayan
Cat's meow dance, cat's meow dance, cat's meow dance

Ah, grandmother Kuro was a multi-colored Russian blue cat
Mixed with tiger and tea-colored stripes
Cat's meow dance Cat's meow dance Cat's meow dance
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Still.... *Begin super, like, totally high prepy voice*
What if, like, the whole world went valley girl? I mean, like, wouldn't that be, like, totally cool and yeah? All those, like, super high pitched voices that so grate on your nerves. It'd be so totally awsome. You'd go to school and be all, "Hey, girl friend, your new hair doo totally kicks neck." And she'd be all, "Thanks baby, that dress is so, like, you. I mean it's just so totally fits and stuff."
Your teachers would all teach there super cool leasons on fasion and tests would be about things like who Brad pit slept with last night. I mean, like, so totally awsome subjects that would make even little me all giddy and I'd, like, so totally squeal.
I know, it's all so hard to, like, understand an all; but you just have to, like, have faith that God would so be all, "I here by, like, proclame that my totally awsome creation will now consist of only super cool valley girls." And church would become a place where we can all just hang and stuff.
I say we all join hands and call out to that super cool god up there. I'll even wear my totally beautiful prom dress again. You know, The one that won me the crown. And my king, oh was his so handsom. He totally, like, swept me off my feet that night. I'd tell you more, but, you know, a girl just doesn't kiss and tell.
*sigh* I am so totally, like, depressed. Like, part of me says that it could happen, but the other is, like, a total loser and is bumming me out.

Well, what can a cute girl like me do?

NNM
No real valley girls were harmed during this production.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Fit for a king

King, yeah, or so we think.
The basic though I've had of late is that my spontanious humor is draining. I can no longer write witty yet weird funny poems. I have trouble with even comedic shorts.

Maybe I used too much too soon. I don't really know.

Or, maybe my insperational source is so small. I just wish I could find the reason.


Milk
Sweet milk
Oh how I love you

The way you slip
The way you pour
You are always number 1

But alas you are not forever

Heat makes you bunch
Cold makes you tasteless
Time makes you cheese

Yet I cannot forget
The taste of your darker kalf

Sweet, yet bitter
Mixed yet not
The chocolate fills you

Join with cream and mix in cold
Add the essance of vanilla
And the sweet of strawberries
Oh how good you become

Cream, oh cream of ice
Where have you been?
I miss you so

Milk
Sweet milk
Please come back to me.


NNM
I miss real milk
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Now I'm not much for the whole god thing but...

A co-worker of mine was playing this song and it touched me so here are the lyrics

Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah


Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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Thursday, February 1, 2007

Curtesy of Nuklearpower.com
Remember my little rant about chinese food. Well, I found a little tidbit on a frequented site (http://www.nuklearpower.com/daily.php?date=070201) and it has brought into light some things that I think all of your should know. I post the letter now
(From a man calling himself Herb)
"I just read that you have had the absolute worst Chinese cuisine in your life. I have Incredibly Good News for you, but it requires a brief background.

I live in Shenzhen, China, where I work as an English teacher. It's not the worst of jobs (I could be a grad student), but there are certain things about it that leave much to the imagination. One of those things is the food.

From your description, I would hazard a guess--nay, I would reassure you!--that you have now tasted true Chinese food. It is the most vile of things, which the Chinese, bless their damned little heathen hearts (I've lived with them for a year, I should know), which the Chinese actually expect you to eat. Joyously. And if you do not desire another (read: fourth) serving of the rancid week-old fish, staring out at you with its decaying white eyes from a pool of muddy brown, indiscernible liquid? "What is wrong? Don't you like Chinese food?"

Never answer this. Change the subject. Trust me, answering only leads to them piling more on your plate. If you say yes, they pile on more. If you say no, they pile more on your plate. If you hesitate, they assume this means you don't have adequate experience with the true variety of food-poisoning that they call "food", and they pile more on your plate. Your absolute best reply is, without a fraction of a second of hesitation, "I saw a beggar today in the big shopping area (in my case, DongMen), and I decided to kick him in the groin and steal all of his money." They will compliment you on your creative way of earning income, then caution you that said stolen money is likely "fake." Which of course it is. But that has nothing to do with food.

Another favorite in this land of "culture" is to serve a piece of bone, and inch in diameter, surrounded by the barest scrap of meat. You are supposed to put this inch-long "morsel" in your mouth, chew around the bone, and then spit the bone out onto your plate, piling them up like some little bone cabin for the Indian in your cupboard to inhabit. If you are lucky, it will be cow vertebra, or possibly pig knuckle. If you are not, may God have mercy on your soul. I mean that. Your very soul.

Oh! And if by some chance you do happen across a piece of meat, likely fried, that looks as though it is finger-bone-free, it is because this is not meat, but rather is fried fat. They sell it on street corners, usually. For about 2 kuai, or US$0.25. Which is more than it's worth.

Do you like Dumplings? You won't, after the first time you find a fish bone has crept into it. What was a fish bone doing in my pork and celery dumpling? I never learned.

Speaking of Pork, that reddish stuff that they top the (Western) bread with? That would be pork skin shavings. Sometimes, still with hair. Should you decide Chinese "bread" is safer, know now that they do not cook it.

They have a game that they like to play with foreigners (called either "WaiGuoRen" or "LaoWai" here: Meaning, respectively, "Outsider" and, essentially, "Person from another culture that we've been told is equal to our own but which everybody knows is in fact lower than dirt." Seriously, next time you see a Chinese person, call them LaoWai (Wai is pronounced like Why). See how they react.). The game revolves around their alcohol, called Baijiu (Bai like Buy, Jiu like Joe), which is White Alcohol. Made from rice, it has like a 70% alcohol content. Which would be fine, were it not for the game.
The game is played like so. You sit down in a restaurant. Some other, Chinese, person sees you, and says "Wow! I've never seen a LaoWai before! I will buy him a shot! He will drink it with me!" So they buy you a shot. And you drink it with them. If you say "No, I have a medical condition called "I drank too much in college and now don't have a liver anymore"," they will spit in your food. Or possibly your tea. So you drink with them.
All 100 people in the restaurant. Individually. One shot each. And every time is a GanBei ("Empty your Glass, Motherfucking Foreigner!"). By the time this game ends, you are legally dead. Which would be okay, if BaiJiu didn't literally taste like skunk piss going down.

I could go on forever, but if I did, you would never eat again. So let me finally get around to the Incredibly Good News I promised you at the beginning of this email, and which has nothing to do with your personal Lord and Savior, Jesus.

Right now, you can go to any one of a million different restaurants that serve NOT Chinese food.
And I cannot.
Feel better?

Sincerely (enraged),
Herb"
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Comedic Short: The Last Starfighter
Fred slowly made his way down the narrow corridor. It was late night and everyone was in their quarters. He had to do this. He wanted to do this. It was in his blood.

The door creeked as he opened it. "Who's there?" A voice asked as Fred quietly slipped into the room. "I know you're there." The voice continues.

Fred could feel it. The tension, the livid fear. It was time.

With a flash of light Fred leapt at the man screaming, "A CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED!!" His arms flailed, "Die Arnold Schwarzenegger!"

Poor, poor Fred died. The last of the people who challanged the stars.

***

Aside:
If any of you have not seen the movie "The Last Starfighter" Then I urge you to see it now.

NNM
For the ladies
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

What I wait for
During that time while I was in class. All the down time and everything. I decided to watch some of the war movies that have been made. Now, since I am in the military, unlike the actors and directors, I always find faults with the movies. It doesn't make them less good, but it still bugs me.
One is the wearing of the uniform. Some of the newer movies get really close but most of the old have it wrong.
Another is military speak. While even we joke about it, it is still true. The use of acronyms. SOP, USO, SATO, HMMWV, CFLCC, USAREUR, to name a few. The movies have some but some they just make up. Funny thing is that some times the words made in the movie are being used now.

Lastly, maps. I've seen many maps, all alike. It's your basic grid coord. set with the map definition and grid set. Most movies use more basic civilian maps. The military also uses strip maps, or a ruff drawing of the area and the route to be taken. I rarely see those.
Also, I know of places on some maps that will never be labled. But it's all, like, Classified information* (*said with respect to one Asahina Mikuru)

On a different note, I am in writers block, for everything. And it sucks.

NNM
Asahina Mikuru-ZOMG BOOBS!!!!
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Oriental food
I am currently at a different camp for some sort of instruction course and they have this Oriental food place here.
Now, I've always been a fan of asian foon, long before my otaku life. And I have always had a way of rating the food at places by rating certan menu items.
One is Lo mein: Now I could never call myself an expert on the food but I've had many different types. Some a bit dry, some soggy, some with sticky texture and some that please me just right.

The other is Egg fu young(yes I know it aint spelled that way): I think I am more of an expert at Lo main than EFY. But I have my tastes. I don't like them too crisp; I feel that it was too cooked on the outside and not enough on the inside. Now while I don't like them too soggy, most I've had are in a way.

Now this place, I'm told, has both items. I am tempted to test the place while I am here.
Problem: The only exposure I've had to Lo mein is DFAC type (most food places have the same general food import). The best way I can describe it is that it is similar to the yakisoba. Basically spagette noodles with ground beef and a bit of mock sauce. of ground pepper for the soba.

The EFY is new. Never in the DFAC and never in any other place. So I am considerably scared.
One of the best places I remember getting EFY is a small joint behind the Target off of 287 and Midway. Good shit all around there.
Now I am told that a place opened up by the Petsmart off of Sheridan. My bro says it's even better stuff. But he don't eat my menu items. Not that that is bad. I just can't rate it till I get home.

I haven't had any good chinese food since I left to Ft Bliss for training. Had some awsome Mexican food though. And Italian. That was some good shit there. But no Chinese.

I feel hungry, but the place don't open up till 10 am and it's 10 pm here. Maybe I'll get some sleep, but I don't know. I've been night shift for a bit now and all the classes are during the day. I'll be here a week, I think. I'm sure I can last.

NNM
All your base are belong to us!!!!
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Saturday, January 13, 2007

To kill
Ever since I joined the military, I've always wondered what is is like to actually kill someone.
I guess, I know now.

Truth be told, it felt a little impersonal. First, he was shooting at us, so it's not like he was innocent himself. Then, I'm all adrenelain pumping as my group works through the fight. Then theres the whole speck through the sights. It seemed very much like target practice. One moment he's up and shooting at us and the next he falls after I pull my trigger.

I don't know. Maybe it just really hasn't hit me. Maybe it never will. I couldn't tell ya.

Man, I feel all bleh.

But sometimes music can be a big help. Much like this song. If you haven't heard it I suggest you find someone who has it and listen to it right away.

Float On
by Modest Mouse

I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well he just drove off sometimes life's ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what can i say
Well you just laughed it off it was all ok

And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way well

Well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam
It was worth it just to learn some sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on the exactly the same day
Well we'll float on good news is on the way

And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't worry we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Alright don't worry we'll all float on

And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Aliright don't worry even if things end up a bit to heavy
we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Ok don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy we'll all float on
Alright already we'll all float on
Don't you worry we'll all float on
All float on


NNM
Ya'll take care. Try not to be too worried about me.
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Saturday, January 6, 2007

Comedic Short: Lying King; New years
Uh, um.... I swear I had a great story to write. I just kinda forgot it... Yeah, I forgot it cause I was busy.... Very busy..... You can't prove me wrong since I'm thousands of miles away..... I mean it, I just kinda for got the punch line. I've been so busy and all... I, I was dead at the time!

***
Any how, Waz up yall. I've been so freaking busy. People have died. But I guess it's expected out here.

Sorry I haven't been getting to any of your sites.
But sometimes death even gets to me.

So happy new year since I missed it and all.

NNM
The river styx is in bumper to bumper with the dead.
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