Wednesday, January 23, 2008

There are reasons.
Today Nana will do away with her usual third person thing and talk to y'all normal. Mostly because the subject it semi-serious and Nana has trouble holding a third person speak when talkin all serious. so away we go.

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As of late a dear friend of mine has been going through some hard times. While her troubles are not what this post is about, they are what got me thinking about things.
I love her deeply and will always be there for her, but, as with most things, when it gets to emotional or hard for her it gets hard for me. I am a sensitive empath so I can usually sense the general mood of most people. When They are someone close it's even stronger.
Since around high school, I've developed a way of turning off my feelings. This skill benefits me greatly in the military and in the sciences that I am pursuing. The only problem is that I have the tendency to do it in situations like the above. It doesn't mean that I don't care, just that I am not going to show much reaction.
This got me thinking further into my hobbies, writing in particular. It was around midnight on one of the more emotional days that the thoughts came to me.

The general idea behind any entertainment is escapism. To be able to forget the world around you for a short period. There are many types of shows and there are audiences for them all. Myself in particular, I hate reality shows. I can't find a real point to them. Then there are the shows/movies like Van Wilder, American Pie, and all the other "I'm a stupid, horney, one dimensional college kid who will l do anything to get laid" types.
I like good stories, characters, coherent plot, you know, something I can really get into and want to watch again. Granted I do have a few guilty pleasures that aren't so plot/character driven, but even I need that little bit of pointless stupidity to relax once in a while.
Same with the games I play. I like games with not only good game play, but story and characters as well. I do have some that are pure game play like the Touhou series and a few hack and slash that spot my collection.
As for books, I hate those trashy romance novels. They are all just glorified sex stories, like Showgirls. I have always believed that a good romance, and this doesn't just apply to books, shouldn't have to rely on the libido of their watchers. Same with the horror movies that are coming out. They are all full of sex/rape and just plain pointless things.
Back to books.
What I like about books more than any other media is the flexibility of imagination. Good books will paint a good picture of the world they are telling of, but leave enough room for the reader to add their own details to help bring them into the story. One of the movies that has always stood as a great example of this flexibility is the Lord of the Rings. Tolken painted a beautiful world in the series and when Peter Jackson brought that world to the screen, you could see that vibrancy and through the extras on the Limited ed DVDs, you could see just how much interpretation went into creating a representation of that world.
But when all is said and done, what calms me the most, engages me the most,is my own writing. After I was finished talking with my friend that night, I found myself going through the things I've written. There is something soothing about it. And the reason behind it, the world in the stories and the novel I am writing are my own personal world. I created those worlds, those characters, so it's all very familiar and comforting to "hang out" in them.
I try to follow the same guidelines I apply to the books I read to the things I write. I know I'm not the best, but I do believe I am good. The care I take to create a character, who they are, who they will be, and what they were; their past, present, and future are all in my mind. Especially for the novel I'm writing, I have many smaller, separate stories that cover their past and sometimes their future. I have shorts that are little one shots that aren't really a part of their lives but just a bit of who they are. Like "A Day in the Life of" kinda things.
In a book series I read by Orsen Scott Card, I found a little thing that rings true to my belief as a writer, A maker is part of what he makes. The best stories that I know have parts of their creators in them. There is alot of me in what I write. If you were to go back and look at all the modern stories I write, including the novel, you'll find that at least one character is an anime fan. In the case of the novel, it's the main character; and in later years of the characters' lives, the main character's daughter becomes a big fan.
So even though I do get writers block, I still find myself reading it over and over. Or writing something unrelated to the main story. That is why I ask people to throw out ideas of stories. I like to be challenged and it's hard to challenge myself. So those of you reading this, don't be scared and give me something you'd like to see a story about.

I know this whole thing might seem a bit tangential but I could care less.

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In other news, DUDE Keith Ledger is DEAD. WTF!!! Nana knows this sounds cold, but she hopes that they finished the new Batman before it happened. Ledger is the creepiest Joker I have seen; just do a google image search if you don't believe Nana.

Nana is crying twin waterfalls!!!!


NNM
Sexy, yet dangerous
Eat your heart out, Cloud
Oops, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that
Best way to learn Japanese/English
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Monday, January 14, 2008

Monotony
Nana has been in a funk lately with writing. She thinks that if she can write a short story or something that might help. But she can't think of any plot ideas. Any of y'all got any ideas for Nana?
That would help alot.

That said This is the last thing Nana wrote:


Ayumi close her eyes and breathed deep, trying to calm herself, “Who is Illana?”
Junsei rolled onto her side. Ayumi’s profile was soft; her dark hair spread out loosely on the covers. The late afternoon light made her seem doll like. Precious… Junsei shook off the thought as she answered, “A few weeks ago, something happened and some children lost their lives. But Biku did something to keep the souls from passing on, so my dad had cybernetic bodies made for the children who wished to continue living. Illana, is one of those children. She also happens to have the same name as Biku’s daughter. I believe they are also the same age. But I don’t know since Biku will never talk about it.”
Ayumi rolled over, her face barely touching Junsei’s, “Why do you care so much about Biku?”
For a moment, Junsei lost herself in Ayumi’s eyes. She couldn’t help but be drawn to this girl. Couldn’t help but….. With much effort, Junsei brought herself back to reality and away from her strong feelings. To help with that, she rolled onto her back and concentrated on the ceiling, “He reminds me of how my dad used to be. He is taking such a large burden on himself, never asks for help, and never wishes to feel anything.”
Perhaps knowing why Junsei looked away, Ayumi smiled and sighed slightly as she too looked up at the ceiling, “I know you’re not telling me everything.”
Junsei closed her eyes, “Things are being set into motion and Biku falls into the needed category. I don’t know what the things are, I just know they are coming and having a more human Biku is what’s needed to deal with the things.”
Ayumi sighed, “I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the real you.” She gasped and sat up looking at Junsei, “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean it that way. I’m just so confused right now. I…”
Junsei sat up, “No, you did mean it that way.”
Ayumi tightly closed her eyes in shame and looked away from Junsei.
Junsei gently ran her hand down Ayumi’s cheek, causing her to feel even more guilty, “I’d feel the same way.” Junsei turned Ayumi’s face to look at her, “You don’t have to hid your feelings from me, no matter how harsh they are.”
Ayumi slowly opened her tear filled eyes, “But I shouldn’t feel this way, I’m your friend. I chose to walk with you. I shouldn’t be so scared or anxious.”
Junsei said nothing. What could she say?
Ayumi fell against the bed and began to weep; I can’t take this anymore.


Junsei looked at the clock, 0200. She ran her hand through the sleeping Ayumi’s hair. She had finally calmed down enough to sleep soundly. Junsei got out of bed and replaced the covers over Ayumi. Her eyes adjusted to the dark slowly, but as she left the room she could see well enough. She sighed as she leaned against the wall by her door, It shouldn’t be like this.

The sound of a laughing audience caught her attention as she crept down the stairs. As she entered the living room she could see Kain’s profile lit by the light from the TV, he sat sleeping on the couch. It was one of those estranged late night variety shows; you know those ones that no one claims to watch but you know they do. She could see the faint rise and fall of her father’s chest as she got closer. Quietly she sat down next to him and lay against him.

His body was warm, familiar. Junsei snuggled closer and closed her eyes listening to his soft breathing. She hugged him tightly, just so she knew he really was there. How did he get through all his pain? The hatred, the fear. He makes it seem so easy. I wish he wouldn’t trust me so much with things I don’t understand. He did as Ayumi asked trusting I’d know how to handle all this. He trusts that I know how to open Biku’s heart. Does he even know how much it hurts? Junsei started to cry. Does he know what I’m going through? She continued to dig her face against his chest as she mumbled two simple words, “Stupid Father.” Do you know how confused I am? Do you know how lost I feel? Do you know how much I hate myself? Do you…. Her thoughts trailed off as she wept harder. She didn’t know how long she had cried, just that she couldn’t anymore. She hiccupped, whimpered, stuttered, but no longer cried; and with no more strength left, she fell asleep amid the ever present laugh track.

It was early morning when Ayumi woke up. The warm reds and oranges of the rising sun filled the room with a dim wake-up call. She slowly sat up and looked around, I fell asleep at Junsei’s. I said something horrible last night. She got out of bed and changed clothes. If there ever was a time for that divine intervention, now’s it. The light in the bathroom made her flinch. She looked at herself in the mirror; her eyes were red and her face was raw from the crying. Using cold water to scrub her face, she attempted to regain some composure. If she still had any left.

She sighed into the towel as she dried her face and hung the towel back up. Nothing was simple anymore. Apologizing for what she said would no longer be enough. What was she supposed to do? Lately she’s been doubting the decision she made. She was afraid that someone else she cared about would leave her. She really is a selfish person. So if Junsei were to leave, would she have the right to stop her?

The warm light lit the quiet living room. Ayumi went over to the couch. Junsei lay there in what looked like a deep sleep. Ayumi adjusted the blanket that was falling off of her. She wanted to do more, quiet comforting, but backed away when she saw Junsei’s face. She looked sad, hurt. Alone.

Ayumi turned away sharply and went into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter trying to calm herself. No crying, Is what she thought, but it proved harder than she believed. When she finally opened her eyes and looked outside through the porch door, she realized that someone was laying out there. He was surrounded by cats so it was hard to see who it was. But the feelings were familiar. Junsei said to trust him, and given that she had most likely slept on the couch, the man must know something.
Some of the cats took note of Ayumi’s presence as she stepped outside and moved to one side of Kain. The cat on his stomach stretched and took its time to get off as Kain sat up. “Morning, little one.” He said without turning around.
Ayumi closed the door and sat down next to him. She still felt uneasy, but she had made up her mind to try.
“I don’t know what happened last night, and I won’t ask either. Just know that she cried.” While it sounded as though Kain felt nothing, Ayumi knew it was the opposite, “I had nodded off while watching something to pass the time when she came down. It has been a long time since she last came for reassurance.”
“Reassurance?”
“I don’t claim to know anything about your feelings, but weren’t there times when you just wanted to be near someone so you could feel loved, so you didn’t feel alone.”
Ayumi bit her lip as she listened to Kain; she had done that, after her mother passed away. She’d sneak into her father’s study and just sit down in his lap, saying nothing. “It’s not like we don’t understand how Jun feels. She’s our daughter and we do care about her greatly, but she’s also a star child and has a role to play. We can’t ignore that fact, and neither can she. That’s why she hurts so much.”
Ayumi’s hands fidgeted in her lap, “I thought that by sharing her burden, I could take that hurt away. But all it seems to have done is make her hurt even more.”
Kain chuckled, “When Vermillion was young, he would shoulder all the burden even though he had friends right next to him with their hands stretched out to help. Like Vermillion, it’s because she hurts that she won’t let go.”
Ayumi looked at Kain, “That doesn’t make any sense.”
Kain shook his head, “It makes perfect sense. Think about it, put yourself in her place.”
Her place, her pain, her feelings. Ayumi squinted as she looked at the sun, “Protection.”
“Protection.” The cats scattered as Kain stood up and stretched, “In this short time that the two of you have known each other, she has grown to care greatly about you.”
He rubbed Ayumi’s head when she was about to say something, “And it would seem you share that feeling.”
Ayumi blushed, “It seems strange that I’ve come to love her some much, even though we still barely know each other.”
Kain looked off somewhere in the distance, “This is a request from both me and Vermillion, please continue to love her. No matter what happens in life, please stay by her side.”
Ayumi closed her eyes and let the tears fall, “I will.”

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NNM
There are things that make you go UGUU!!!
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Friday, January 11, 2008

It's that time...
Spring semester is rolling around and with it a new season of TV shows. Though Nana doesn't really keep track anymore. The reason? Nana has said this before, most shows these days are just reduxes of old plot lines. Nana can barely watch another sitcom because they all feel the same. Though one show her friend finally got her to watch, Scrubs, is actually good. But, that is one out of thousands.

Time and time again, Nana rants about the lack of creativity in TV these days. And this is not limited to America, folks. The general shift to moe/loli shows in japan it something to consider. Plot lines are trimmed and characters are cookie cut. The plan, as it can be called, is to draw on that small but ever present pull that moe has on the male population. (And yes, Kelsey, Nana is affected too. But she can just as easily say no as the next person. And she does offten enough.)

Moe and anime are definatly not new. It's been around since the begining. What is different now is the fact that even good shows are not immuned.
The most recent one that came to Nana's attention is Gunsliger Girl.
Henrietta of the first season
Now the second season

Big difference and Nana can only wonder why.

It really does sadden Nana that the comanies feel they must go this route to maintain fandom. Nana cries in her bed some nights because of it.

Sigh~


NNM
Moe 1
Moe 2
Moe 3
Moe 4
It's a Trap!!!
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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Nana on....
New Years Resolutions-

Nana used to be one for those things, but she just kinda grew out of them. In the past, like before high school, Nana tried to make them. But Nana is an impulsive girl and so could never keep them.

It's not like they were really life changing things. One was to procrastinate less. So failed that one, even now. Another was to cut back on sweets, theys my life blood, Nana could never. She tried, though, for like a week.

A guy Nana works with once made a resolution to stop smoking pot, that was 23 years ago and he's still clean. Now thats commitment.

For Nana, resolutions mean an abrupt change to ones life. It's not that Nana can't use that, it's just that she believes that change shouldn't be like that. Abrupt change is hazdardus. When one changes gradually, they can learn from things, and adjust to situations better. Like a smoker quiting cold turkey. They can do it for a bit, but when things get stressful or they fall back into a similar routine, they start smoking again. Nana speaks from experience. She is a smoker, but is doing quite well at quiting. Down to two or less a week.

One of Nana's jobs is to help people change. She is a therapist assistant and consultant. The reason she does this as a side job is because of thing in her past she needed to deal with. Though she'll never talk about them here.

Anyway, Nana thinks resolutions are healthy for kids. It gives them goals to achieve. It teaches them about goals. But,unless you can really be commited, adults shouldn't be so ready to make them. But that'sjust Nana's view


Elections-

Being in the military, Nana should care more, but she doesn't.

This year it's a hell of a selection. After W, Nana doesn't feel like a Rep. should be in office. Yet, what the Dem. have in order ain't going to cut it. A black and a woman. Nana has nothing against either, it's just that at this point in history, it ain't going to happen. The country, as well as most of the world, is male centric. Us guys are so full of ourselves, except Nana since she is like so feminine.
The country is also white supremacy wonderland, so a black dude ain't going to win many votes. Regardless of how good his platform is.

Last election, Nana voted Edwards because she has something against the Bush family. But this year, Nana might go independent because it's atleast a safe route She knows won't win.



Tipping-

Nana was out with her bestest best friend a few days ago. They went to Chili's and had massive smexy food. But when it came time for tip, Nana's friend no tip big. Nana doesn't hold that against her, since she's low on the money's but her friend did say that she has always tipped low.

Nana bases her tips on service. And in some cases, flirting, since there have been some waitresses that flirt with Nana. Yes Nana does flirt back. But for the most part it's on the server's attitude. If they come to the table once the whole meal, minus points. If they are too attentive, minus points. If they push things like meal deals or similar things, minus. Yes, most places want their servers to boast specials and such, but to over do it is wrong. A cajin place Nana likes will ask if we want to hear the specials. They don't offer dessert, but if asked about it will offer to show the cart. They will walk by the table and check visually before they ask about the meal. They will be curtious and friendly. Nana has asked many of the servers what their favorite entree is and they answer honestly instead of pushing what ever the manager wants them to.

Nana's standard tip,if the service is average, is a little over 10%. If it is exceptional, then it can be over 20%. The trick is to be friendly with the staff. Get to know them. Like at the Sushi bar Nana goes to. She and her brother know the sushi chefs so sometimes they give us little extras and what not. The other staff is always happy to see us, and not just because we tip good.




NNM
Usagi
Inu
Kitsune
Neko Nana
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Tuesday, January 1, 2008

And thus things started and ended all the same
Nana spent her new year watching the US release of Kanon TV2. Now she knows that most everyone has seen atleast some of the fansub that spread like wild fire not long ago so she will speak not of the story, but of the dub.

To start, Nana is neither a sub or dub fanatic. She will give props where props are deserved. So, she went ahead and watched the dub. Impartially and inquizatively.

First off, as most know, english VA's can't quite get the same sugary pitch as their Japanese counterparts. Their voices are usually lower and for harem series like this, that can be a problem. Much like it was with the last Key release, Air. For that the voices didn't fir the characters. That is not to say that the acting was bad. Nana waqtched some of the key scenes and felt that the acting was well on. Monica Rial, someone know for a higher, softer voice than most does play her part with great finess, but her voice just didn't feel like Misuzu. Tangent I know, but Nana feels Rial is in her prime right now. The other dub she is currently on is Tsubasa, as Sakura. Since the first episode, she has been a wonderful english Sakura. Her voice flows well for all the scenes and has the right feel for the Sakura of Tsubasa. Nana can't see anyone else toping her proformance for the english cast. As with her Japanese counterpart, Yui Makino. The Tsubasa Sakura is more mature and level headed than the CCS Sakura, and thus needs a more mature, yet innocent feel. Makino is the right fit.

Anyway, back on track with the original review. The main girl cast of Kanon is made up of the girls of Red Garden, another well off dub that only fails in the insert song translations. Brittney Karbowski takes the lead as Ayu. A slight tomboyish feel, but having flipped back and forth between the two tracks, it fits Ayu quite well. Then, for those of moe fashion, the "Uguu" is kept for the most part. Karbowski doesn't go out of her way to enphasize the cute phrase and is able to fit it naturally. She makes Ayu sound more like a high schooler than a moe fest girl and Nana doesn't mind that.
Next up is Jessica Boone as Nayuki. Again, instead of the high, cute role off of Mariko Kouda, she brings a more high school voice to the role. She can even sound cute when Nayuki goes gaga over the fox. A fine start, so Nana is looking forward to future episodes when things get angsty and emo.
Next is Tiffany Terrell as Makoto. A slight valley girl feel, but after the first few minutes it fleshes out into a fair portral of the troublesome fox. Due to the small script changes, she mouths of more, but the character's feeling is brought across with ease. Makoto's "Auu" is more of a whine,but that is more fitting in english than a flat out "auu". Nana enjoyed the banter between her and Chris Patton, Yuichi. It felt natural and brought a smile to Nana's face.
Since Nana brought up Patton, lets take a look at Yuichi. Patton is a well seasoned and decent Va so Nana didn't have much of a worry. He is able to change pass easily, from the softer scenes to the above mentioned banter and Ayu fun making. Nana has no worries when things get emo, Patton should beable to continue on strong.
For the supporting cast, we have Joanne Bonasso as Akiko. A newcomer to the biz, but she has the right voice for the mother role that Akiko plays. Mature sounding, never deviating. Well fit.
Greg Ayres is Kitagawa. A beautiful fit for the class dunce.
Caitlin Glass pulls up a chair for Kitagawa's unrequited love, Kaori. Since she has few scenes, much like Ayres, Nana can't say much. But from the little Nana saw,there should be no proble for Glass to play the role.
Both Mai, Melissa Davis, and Sayuri, Natalie Arneson, Have little lines, so Nana will have to wait for later episodes to really see how they do.
On Sayuri,though, ADV has went for the whole translation and repeated Sayuri's tendency to refer to herself by her own name. While there really is no problem in Japanese, it feels a bit off in English.

The script fits close enough to never change meaning or conveyed emotion. So all in all, this dub ranks much higher than Air and gets a 8 out of 10 from Nana.


That's all Nana's been up to lately. Work is fairly quiet before christmas, but Nana expects that the new year will bring the shadows out again.


NNM
Again, because this guy is a freakin genius:

Michael Franks- Inuendo

Here we are again
That fatal combination
I guess it's opposite attraction
It's gone too far again
This crazy conversation
It's like a nuclear reaction
Lady your lip service has no rival
Don't you know deception is uncouth?
Didn't you read somewhere in the Bible
Not to bend the truth?
If you think your lip service will amaze me
You're utterly confused - that much is clear
'Cause baby your lip service doesn't faze me
It's so insincere
It's only lip service
It's nothin' but lip service
There you are again
Unable to conceal it
That hourglass configuration
It's gone too far again
Believe me, I can feel it
I can't resist that old temptation
Lady your lip service can be vicious
Don't you know deception is uncouth?
However your lips look so delicious
While they bend the truth
Give me some lip service, just attack me
I know I have asked you to be real
But sometimes your lip service is exactly
What I want to feel
Tired of of truces
Eloquence is useless
Eighty-six it
'Cause all this talk won't fix it
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

That was white? I'm sorry,
Merry after Christmas.

Nana has been sick most of Christmas so enjoyment is not at its fullest. But no worries, Nana will be back to full sexiness in no time.

First up. A weird, sickness induced dream. Very incoherent that Nana will do her best to recount it:

*
I was in some coastal state, at least that's what the beach front property told me. Anyway, I was going to get married, this time, though, I was a guy and she was still a she. Most of the day pasted with wedding preparations. I was in and out of the church and moving around town with some spunk.
Well, at some point I noticed my engagement ring was missing. So I started to look for it. But ended up needing a movie instead. So I took my latest Blockbuster online movie to the nearest beach front blockbuster and went looking for a movie. The movie I had in mind was the The Bourne Ultimatum. Yet I couldn't find it so I went with a showtime series instead.

*

Yeah,that was it. So exciting, no.

Next up.
The castings for the New Star Trek movie are out.

Kirk- Chris Pine
Spock- Zachary Quinto (Heroes, Sylar)
Uhura- Zoe Saldana
Bones- Karl Urban
Sulu- John Cho
Scotty- Simon Pegg
Chekov- Anton Yelchin


Nana is skeptical.


NNM
Should we?
Best way to spend the holidays
Naughty list for sure
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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Nana Rants
Holiday shopping:
Yes, it's that time of year. That time when those few extra minutes in the morning matter. That small sale. That last coupon. Even now, 3 days before, people are shopping to their wits end. And why?

Nana doesn't have anything against little baby Jesus; it's just the whole shopping thing. People go freakin psycho about it. Fighting over the last of some product or for that special deal for the X numbered customer.

Now, y'all know Nana ain't a genius, but there are things she believes that can make this all easier. First and foremost, this holiday needs to be taken from it's capitalistic seat and placed back in it's rightful place as a holiday to spend with family. There was a time when that is what Christmas was about. Family and the birth of Christ. If you don't believe in Christ Nana is sure as hell you believe in family; and if you don't believe in family, then Nana feels very sorry for you.

Next, do the shopping early. If you know what your friends, family, spouse wants months ahead of time, buy it for Christ sake. For the guys who are dating, watch what things excite your girlfriend the most. The small trinkets, that make up set, that book or movie. Hell, even a nice dinner date can mean all that much more to her. For parents, they're old, but there are things they want. Nana got her mother a really nice watch. But that's just the gift. Nana intends to spend a happy time with her mother, tell her mother that she loves her. The little things are what matter most.

All holiday's are like this though. Valentine's day is another where the whole materialistic/capitalistic thing takes charge. Yes, the chocolates and what not are to show affection, but as Nana has always believed, actions are the best show. If you love that person, tell them, show them, be with them.

Packed malls. Rampant customers. Long lines. And the inevitable "Black" Day when all the returns happen. That is not what this,or any other, holiday is about. Wanting that Xbox 360 or that Wii, wanting that special glitter lip gloss, or wanting all the tea in China; save that for your birthday. Save that for when you can buy it yourself. If there is one thing Nana believes that should be done on this holiday, it's to tell those you love that you love them, to sit, snuggled next to your precious one, to play with your children, to remember why we live in the first place.

That is what a holiday is. That is why they are there. That is why they should continue.


NNM
Together
Upgrade
We wish you
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Short and sweet
Nana just saw the trailer for the new Batman and all her fears about the new Joker are gone. OMG it's so making Nana horny. Watch it here

NNM
Where intelligence goes to take a holiday
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Monday, December 17, 2007

Flash, Aaaaa!
Nana says hello for a corner coffee shop deep in Denver. Nana's there on work, as always.

Ancient Nana Secret:
Falling on the great eve of destruction is the man with out a body. The soul does not need a body, for the soul is free. The body is too expensive to get when it is the eve of destruction. Man must learn that she is not the only creature out there because when the aleins come for our chocolate, Man will be sorry. Yes, there does exist someone of omniprecent powers but she is too busy hacking code to care about a lack of chocolate. No, she does not where a towel be bears different clothing. Her servant has taped together all that makes him himself. And is no shoe in when it comes to dodging trains of thought... All this was revieled when I par-took in the ritual of engagement, and saw with my own too I's that I am not the only me that exists in this place we call home.

#2
Even though there is another world out there, it was upgraded and now we have The World. Or maybe it was the wired that was derived from this World. Where in there are backdoors to everything and choices are already made before they exist. But still, maybe there is a reason to everything, maybe things can be explained by science and geology. Or maybe there are no reasons and this is just organized chaos. In a world that is not our own. A world where there are no restrictions to the code that is made. A world where panty shots are plentiful. A world where we can be happy.



NNM

Only because this is like the best thing ever


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Friday, December 14, 2007

NHK
I know they are everywhere. I can feel them, hear them. What are they after? How am I involved? It's a conspiracy.

I huddle in the corner of the office digging through the old files. I'm looking for something, anything that might bring this into light. I was getting somewhere when I reached the 2012 files when I heard a noise out on the main floor. I quickly blackout the room and edge my way to the window I left open.

The night was cold, a sharp winter that has yet to snow. I use the fire escape and head for the alley. My heart is beating fast and my breath a thick white. I pick up my pace, I can feel them near by. From a trot to running, from running to a head on sprint. I can hear them now, many foot falls echoing in the narrow alley ways.

Tucked deep in my coat are the documents that I have found, they aren't enough to do anything but the enemy doesn't care. I duck into an abandoned warehouse. It is only a temporary hideout. They'll find me soon enough.

How did this start? I don't remember anymore. The foot falls die off and I leave the shelter. I should be safe...

My head hurt. I look around. I am in a white room, empty, sterile. They must have been waiting for me. A door in the white opened to black and a man walked in. saying nothing, he raises a gun and fires. As I lay on the floor dying, I realize that all this. This conspiracy, was designed to trap me. It was all a game to these people. A game that I lost.
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It was a quiet morning in Fuchsia City. The warm light of morning seeps thought the blinds of my hotel room. At the end of my bed, my pikachu is sleeping soundly. The sound of running water makes it to my ears. It must be my Manabi, we had a bloody night last night as wiped out most of Gringy City. Sith lords we were and the top trainer I am. I was smart to have chosen Manabi as my starter. The only reason we were here was to rest and resupply and all before the local Jennys find us.

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Yes Nana dreams are still there.

References:
Manabi- From Manabi Straight but the fact that she is a pokemon is from a previous dream Nana posted
http://www.myotaku.com/users/neko_nana_mode/life/4
Title: You have to admire that pazzaz


Nana is done with finals so she is happy.


NNM
Together
Serenity
Under the covers
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