Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Pop culture rock
I've always hated this type of diner. You know, those 50's rehash ones that almost have a truck stop feel. Why I was there I can't really remember, but I know what I was doing. I was with my friend Marty and we were going over his family problems. He was in need of money. That was plain to see, though, since here he was eating the $1 large piece of Texas toast with cream cheese. I know he's broke and all, but cream cheese on toast?! Marty is Russian, I guess.

The idea was that we would go to Texas and he'd talk to a business friend for a job. So me, him, and some other dude set out for Oregon on foot.
*cue montage(yes, Nana had a montage in her dream)*
Scene one: The three of us in Colorado turning onto 287 to get on to I-25. Remember we are on foot.
Scene two: We are walking along the side of a crystal blue river that ran sort of under a road, laughing.
Scene three: We are running ina sort of slum field playing what seemed like tag with some kids
*end montage*
We are ending a game of sorts and brushing the dirt off as we entered the abandoned orphanage like place. There was grass all around the building and dirt layered the floor. I was really friendly with one of the girls in the group and we started to play a sort of tug-o-war with a blanket before stopping when another girl started to choke and I went to help. After she was well, I made mention of how, even though we've (me, my two other friends and this big group of kids) known eachother for a few weeks. Marty corrected me saying we've been with the group for two years.
After hearing that, I got worried about Marty's family and Oregon.

***

Then Nana woke up.

Nana knows this isn't like her usual dream posts, but it was intresting in two ways:
One: it had a montage. None of Nana's dreams up to this point has had one
Two: It dealt with orphans.

On Nana's usual dreams style, after the last dream she posted (see post below) Jack Bauer has yet to be found. The zombies are still in control of the city and Nana now has weapons from Half-life 2 at her disposal. Otoha is awake but still on bed rest and Samus's suit was overloaded and she's lost most of the upgrades. Nana blames this continous dream story on Nana's '24' series marathon. It has to be the reason.


On school:
Nana's Diff Eq teacher is still a douche. She still hasn't started her paper for Core Comp 2. Phys 2 test on Sat. Nana needs a school work ethic that doesn't include putting off homework.


NNM
Skeletons in the closet are one thing, but this is another
It definitely won't make you love me
Scaredy cat
It's a Pavlov kinda thing with a surprise ending
Lastly, Nana knows it's way too late but Happy Valentine's Day Kelsey
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Thursday, September 6, 2007

@$ hrs
This takes place between a rock and a hard place on the day of the unplanned zombie attack.
The president has been zombified and Washington DC is over run with undead. Umbrella has set their strong hold in Delaware, where there are no more recorded human lives. Jack Bauer has gone missing and my partner, Otoha, is in critical condition. My name is Nana and this is the longest day of my life.

Samus stands atop HQ looking out at the destruction below. DC is in shambles and we have to get out. I make a low level assessment of the area in my Diver; everywhere bodies, broken bodies. The zombies lurch below as I fly by. I want revenge, but right now I need to get Otoha into medical care.
What can we do? I wonder as I fly back to HQ. Backup is a no go since everyone else is moving to take the enemy’s stronghold. In the garage where I keep my Diver, Otoha lays in a drug induced coma. I sit by her side as I go through the maps of the area. There has to be someway to move her out of here. Samus enters the garage carrying what looked like a manikin.
Upon closer examination, it is really the android Telos. Thought to have been destroyed by the CZU two years ago when U-TIC was still a major political power. It would seem that Umbrella had gotten hold of the schematics and built another. Problem was, there was no adequate power source. Samus suggested the use of Unit 02’s S-2 engine. It was our only option.
Using Samus’s ship computer, we reprogrammed Telos to go on a zombie killing spree. With that in motion it will give us the perfect diversion to safely get Otoha out of DC.
The debris in the streets made it a chore to get out of the congestion of downtown. Once we hit the interstate Samus was able to lay cover fire as I drove the hearse along the winding path. Our destination was a pickup point where we will meet Master Chief in a Covent drop craft. From there we will be taken into the heart of Delaware where Otoha will be treated.

Georgetown, Delaware 01:30:24

The situation was grave. The zombie forces have pushed our forces back into the residential area. The former VP, now President, is trying to call for foreign help, but it would seem we are isolated. No word yet on Bauer's where abouts.
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“The Pikman are acting strangely.” Some afro dude says next to me.
I look around and in the end ultimately agree with him. Last I checked, Pikman don’t procreate that way. I suddenly felt the need to scrub my eyes with steel wool. Lovely, let me tell you.
Back on the ship I call up my Sith friend, Darth Mike Roch. I wanted to complete that quest we started the night before. My level 45 Dark Elf was kicking ass and we had finally obtained the stone tablet that opens the portal to the demon lord’s domain.


***
Nana has been on a 24 marathon lately since she never really started it when it first came out, but while she was overseas she had seen some of the first season and became addicted. This is probably why her dreams have Bauer in them.


NNM
Listen to your heart. What is more of a reason?
Reason 1
Reason 2
Reason 3
Reason 4
Reason 5: NANA
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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Chapter preview, secondary joint project with friend
The energy bolt hit the barrier with great force, pushing Lisa back a few feet. She made a mad dash for her staff, dodging a second blast. She dove and rolled into a bush, staff in hand. "You are not going to win this time." She called from behind the bush.
"Don't be so sure. Intre!" Rumi yelled back as she sent another energy blast at a tree; its trunk shattered and it fell on the bush Lisa was behind. She barely got out of the way.
"Nice move," Lisa yelled standing up, "But it won't help you." She put up another barrier and faced Rumi, "Intrat!" Lisa cut the air with her staff sending a wave at Rumi.
"Kya!" Rumi flew back when the wave broke through her barrier. She hit a rock near the creek bed, "Damn it." She grunted as she staggered to her feet.
"Egrage." Lisa called from the forest, hurling a large fire ball at Rumi.
"Vastra." Rumi commanded causing a column of water to rise and put out the ball of fire, "I'm not defeated yet."
"Don't get to full of yourself yet!"
"Oh, don't worry," Rumi started to set a trap spell, "I'm not even half full yet." She finished the last character, "Why don't you stop being so scared and attack where I can see you?"
"I'm not going to fall for that again." Lisa smiled to herself, "Levra." She whispered, making her float. She cautiously moved through the tree tops watching the ground below. She ducked when a tree blew up nearby.
"I know you are around." Rumi yelled playfully, “So don't think you can hide from me."
"Catra!" Lisa made the ground under Rumi shake, "Crator." Rumi got nicked by the spire.
"Cheap!" Rumi called up to Lisa as she tied a piece of cloth on her wound, "But now I have you. Grani noma sen." The trees around Lisa started to close in around her, caging her in, "Constrain!" Vines wrapped around Lisa's limbs and neck.
"Nicely played." Lisa said after a few seconds of trying to break free, "You expected me to take the high ground after your almost win last time."
Rumi smiled and opened a small hole in the tree cage, "Actually, I almost thought you'd over step it."
Lisa sighed, "So it was luck."
"Yep." Rumi untied Lisa, "You got me pretty good." She showed Lisa her arm, "The spire is new."
"Learned it last week." Lisa rubbed her neck as Rumi helped her out of the cage, "I've been waiting for the right time to use it."
The two lowered themselves to the ground and sat down on a nearby rock. Rumi tilted her head back and let out a quiet scream, "Sometimes it just feels so great to spare like this."
"I know what you mean." Lisa agreed as she wiped sweat from her face.
Someone started to clap, the girls looked around for a few seconds. They didn't see anyone. The clapping stopped and a shuttle decloaked; at the door stood Leona, "That was amazing." She said with a big smile; the girls blushed. Leona showed off her new arm, flashing the jewel Nagie put in it, "Look, isn't it pretty. Lady Nagie said it will protect me." She did a couple movements with her arm, "It's like it was never gone."
"Is Lady Nagie on the shuttle with you?" Lisa asked
"Nope, just Omoikane."
Omoikane stuck her head out the door, "I gave in to her bugging. She said she wanted to show it off a bit."
"Come on over." Leona waved to the two. The two got up and walked over to the shuttle, Leona helped them in, "They just put it on."
"Risa is one of the best." Lisa took the towel Omoikane offered her, "Wouldn't expect any less."
"Did you see the whole thing?" Rumi asked before pouring some cold water on her head.
"They never taught us any of that when I was training." Leona sat down at one of the stations.
"Well, I did say our maiden types are different." Lisa leaned against a consol opposite Leona, "We are like archangels, we can either save or take lives."
"But doesn't that keep you from being pure?"
"Pure," Lisa said with a hint of scorn, "There is no such thing as pure."
"Lisa," Rumi walked over to Lisa and put her arm around her, "Four years and you still feel that way?"
Lisa shook her head, "Sorry, it's just..." She closed her eyes and sighed.
Leona's hands fiddled in her lap, "I should have never assumed."
Rumi smiled, "One thing that Lady Nagie tells us all the time is, 'When it comes to purity, it is only in words. That is why a true maiden is never pure.'"
"I see." Leona looked out the shuttle window, it was filled with stars. She could see the ship in the distance.
"When I was young," Lisa had collected her thoughts, "My dad walked out on my mom because she didn't always listen to him. I was afraid to ask my mom why he left, so I asked the priest at my old church. He told me my father wasn't pure of heart. When I asked him what that meant, he told me that I had to look within myself to find the meaning. I was a stubborn kid, so I asked my mom what if meant to be pure of heart. She told me it meant to always love unconditionally." She laid her head on Rumi's shoulder, "So, since then, I've always believed that purity is nothing more than a word, because no one can love unconditionally. We all hate at some point; even the holiest of holy."
The shuttle shook as it landed in the ship's bay. Omoikane got up from the pilot's chair, "Vermillion said something similar to me when he was young."
"Would that be the reason he let me join the crew?" Lisa asked as the four got off the shuttle.
"I'm not at liberty to say."
Lisa smiled, "Yeah, right."
The bay doors opened and Nagie walked in, she was wearing a light blue sun dress and had red ribbons in her hair, "I heard you two were sparing."
The two girls bowed, "You missed it." Rumi said.
"So it would seem." Nagie looked at Leona and smiled, "Morning child, it would seem Risa worked her magic."
Leona smiled and bowed respectfully, "Thank you very much for the charm, Milady."
"No need to thank me, little one. You should thank my husband."
"The Captain?"
"Yes, it was his idea."
"Will I ever get to meet him?" The group started to leave the bay.
"I'm sure Vermillion will turn up at some point to check on you."
"So what's on the agenda today?" Lisa asked casually.
"Agenda rock." Omoikane corrected.
Nagie sighed and shook her head, "Nothing special," She looked at Leona, "Since she's been released, I figure we should give her a grand tour. We also need to get her a place to sleep."
Omoikane pulled out a piece of paper from her jeans and handed it to Nagie, "I talked with Jun and she said that they could make room in their house for Leona."
Nagie put the paper in her pocket, "What say you, Leona? Would you mind shacking up with my daughter and her friend?"
"You mean I'm not going to stay on the ship?"
Nagie laughed, "No, no. I would never have you stay just on this ship. Present company excluded."
Omoikane glared at Nagie. The lift doors opened, "Bridge." She ordered. She looked at Leona, "Think the best place to start is for you to meet Shinobu."
"Who's she?" Leona asked as the lift stopped and the doors opened.
Rumi pointed to the back of the captain's chair, "Our second captain."
The group entered the center of the bridge; Shinobu peeked around the chair when she heard the footsteps, "Morning, ya'll"
Nagie waved, "Morning."
"Morning captain." Rumi and Lisa said in unison.
Shinobu stood up and stretched, "Well," She looked at the group, "Showing the new girl around, I see." She walked over to Leona and extended her hand, "Name's Shinobu. Nice ta meet you."
Leona shook her hand, "Leona."
"So, you like it here so far?"
"This is only my third day, but it's nice."
Shinobu pointed to the main screen, "Take a good look. You are one of the few from your planet to see another world."
"It's beautiful. When Omoikane took me down to watch Rumi and Lisa spar, I felt overwhelmed."
"Yeah," Shinobu sighed, "If there's one perk that comes with this job, it's the sights you get to see."
"I figured it would be getting to help people."
Shinobu laughed, "Honey, it ain't much of a perk if it is the job."
Leona looked around the bridge, "There are a lot of women on this ship." She bit her lip, "I didn't mean to say that."
Omoikane leaned against Leona's shoulder. "I would have to agree; it's quite the harem."
Nagie held back a laugh, "There are other men, just not on this ship."
Leona looked at Nagie, "There's more than one?"
"Officially there are two," Shinobu said as she leaned against the back of the captain's chair, "Hence the two captains. But off the record there are three more. We exchange crews once in a while."
"I see." Leona looked at the main screen, "And they all travel around the universe helping people?"
"I wouldn't say the universe."
"More like universes. Plural." Omoikane added.
“The whole dimensional thing, right?” Leona asked.
“Yeah, at least that’s what we think he is doing.”
“So how long has the Captain been doing this?”
Nagie scratched her head, “A while I guess. I’m still a newbie compared to him.”
Shinobu laughed, “I’ve been around him, in the past, when he’s done it; but I’m still quite new as well.”
Nagie looked at Shinobu with thin eyes, “I think you have a few more years on me.”
“And that helps?”
“No.” Omoikane answered.
Leona listened dumbfounded as the women talked about the captain. They looked at her, “What?”
Lisa giggled, “Don’t worry, the two of us are fairly lost as well.”
Rumi smiled, “But I think that no matter how long you know the captain, he’ll always be a mystery.”
Leona looked out into space, “You all seem to love him a lot.”
Omoikane sighed, “Probably since the moment we met him.”
Shinobu laughed, “You shouldn’t talk about your father that way. It’s taboo.”
“What? Can’t a girl fall in love. It’s not like we’d be scraping the bottom of the barrel.”


NNM
*cue action movie preview guy*
Two friends embark on a journey for epic LULZ. Their friendship put to the test. Will their love be enough? Or will a misunderstanding cause the two to fight.
This summer, the most epic of epic journeys will start!
Alice and Marisa's Bogus Day
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Thursday, August 30, 2007

I imagine that there are things that might be things that aren't
Nana wonders why but she usually never questions. Yet there are times that she won't question what is not questioned, but question what is. Much to the order of the disorder that Nana creates by deconstructing the reconstruction of the ordered dis order that is not creative but created all the same. On the other hand, when the questions are created based on the creation of disorder the order is derived from that and chaos is in turn transformed into theory. That theory is then used to explain the unexplainable and define the nothingness. Like death that creates life and life that creates death, the clock continues to move time forward to the future that really is the past. This is nothing more than a light shining on the Sun or a veil over the emptiness of space. There is no point to points that are nothingness. There is no nothingness because nothing implies something in absence. -Confucius, the early years


Nana would like to say that Nana knows that Nana is Nana when Nana is defined as a person that calls herself Nana.

8 random facts.
1. Nana is scared of children
2. Because of 1, Nana is scared of dolls
3. Nana eats most anything that is ebible when she is hungry
4. Nana drives a Malibu
5. Nana is a guy
6. Nana plays marco polo in Sam's Club
7. Nana is band from a Wal-Mart in Utah
8. Nana scares people without trying


NNM
I told you I didn't want fried chicken!
Little bunny Fu Fu's last minutes
Ramen Set!
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Like OMG
*Note* Due to computer problems, Nana has lost a few previous posts. She has placed back in the last story Synesthesia and is re-reposting this post with some modifications.*End Note*

It would appear Nana's last story was a hit. The actual consept behind the story was with Nana for about a week or so before she got the short written. Ya see, the title of the story, Synesthesia, is an actual disorder, so to speak. It doesn't really affect the person's everyday life, it just kinda adds a bit of flare.
Nana first learned about this disorder from a recent ADV release of the same name. It was a good movie, can't say anything on the dub since I haven't watched it with the dub yet. It is a suspense movie that focuses on two people with Synesthesia. After watching the movie, Nana became intrigued by the disorder. She thought that if she worked at it she could create a character with the disorder and write something from her point of view.
It is true that Nana can never know what Synesthetes go through, or how they really might feel, but Nana does know that every Synesthete experiences the world differently and that opend the door for interpretation.

If intrested here are a few sites that have information:
http://cytowic.net/Synesthesia/Downloads/downloads.html
http://psy.ucsd.edu/chip/pdf/SciAm_2003.pdf

There is also the wiki for the disorder.

Now, for the amazing neko-chan and his:




*Applause* Amazing, so very amazing!

Laughter, it really is like a heavy rain that washes away gloom.

Yes, Nana is a romantic. She just doesn't watch sappy Lifetime movies anymore. They were good once in a while. Back in the day, Nana and her mom used to lazy about the house and watch Lifetime for most of the day. There was no real reason, they just wanted to watch things that needed no brains to watch and were sappy or cheesy enough to waste the lazy days.


NNM
You thought it was over, but think again
She's back and none will stand in her way
With the help of her friend Reimu ,the two will save Santa from his doom

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Synesthesia
I slowly open my eyes to my dimly lit room. Damn I wish I could do something about that. I sigh heavily at my melancholic ceiling. I’m not trying to be romantic or artistic when I say ‘melancholic.’ To me, that color of white really is melancholic. Strange, I know, but I’m used to it. If the apartment head would let me, I would like to paint it over with something a bit more worth waking up to. Maybe something quiet, lively, or for an odd start to the day, something sarcastic. Or for you normal people out there: blue, green, or purple.
If you haven’t caught on yet, for me, different colors have different feelings. Hey, a friend of mine learned the alphabet by remembering how each letter felt. If I remember right, ‘p’ is grumpy and ‘e’ is paranoid. I think that way is better than that damned song thing they try and have us sing. It was always a grainy texture for me when the class sang. I learned my alphabet by remembering the color code: ‘a’ is red, ‘b’ is green, ‘c’ is brown, etc.
Once up I achingly change into my work clothes. A simple business type outfit; unlike the other women at work I usually wear pants and not that skirt thing. The door to my room creaks loudly when I open it. I’d do something about it, but I’m way too lazy to go down to the nearest Home Depot for some WD-40. In the kitchen I make my rounds through my food stashes trying to find the shapes I want to eat. Yesterday I had circles and pentagons, over-easy eggs and toast. I would have had cheese on my eggs, but I didn’t feel like triangles.
I look lopsidedly at my cereal. In general, the cereal I buy usually has a vector taste to it, but when I add milk it tastes more like stars. One time I bought this star shaped cereal, just so it actually looked like I was eating stars. Problem was, the cereal had cinnamon in it and cinnamon has a tendency of adding a point or two. So, I was still eating stars but they were Stars of David. I crack my neck, maybe I’ll go with hyperbolas. And for the record, triangles never mix well with hyperbolas. Which is sad, since I like cheese and scrambled eggs.
Outside the sky is fairly clear, with a few clouds spotting it. My car is your standard middle class sedan. Gets me from A to B, that’s all that I care about. In the car, I scroll through my Ipod playlists for my commute music. Most consists of acoustic guitar, blue grass, female singers, and a few soft rock pieces. It’s like this since they all have a fairly smooth texture to them. One of my favorites is Allison Krauss, her music has the best feeling. Something akin to a century smoothed stone on the bed of a quietly flowing river. Female voices always have a watery feel to them.
The commute is like every other day, except now I have Friday looking over my shoulder like some kind of creepy stalker. At least Saturday is next to me and the rest of the week is plainly visible in front of me. But Friday, it just has to be looming behind me. I would have been fine with it if Monday was the day that loomed; I mean, it’s Monday for Christ sake. At work, I park on the second level in the F section. I usually park there because of the colors. Mauve and turquoise, great combination.
“Morning, Ms. Garner.” My secretary, Julie, greets me as I enter the small waiting room. “Morning.” I wave slightly as I go into my office. I was early and the rest of the floor is usually devoid of coworkers for another hour or so. I work as an editor for a newspaper. I share the office with John, the head editor. He’s a good guy, bad taste in ties though. I mean really bad taste, even with their moods included. I sort of feel sorry for the rest of his clothing. The typical brownish-grey suit, decent colored under shirt and a bright yellow, red spotted tie with stray green lines. Mmm, sexy.
The hours move slowly as I go through the back log of stuff John left for me yesterday. Because of the color coding of the letters and numbers, it is easy to spot spelling and data errors. My punctuations are usually a grey color, so I have to know my grammar well enough. I double majored in English and journalism; it’s not hard, just tedious.
A knock at the office door takes my attention away from my desk. At some point John had left the office. I glance at the clock before addressing the person at the door. It was lunch. “Busy as always.” The woman in the doorway smiles as our eyes make contact.
I shrug, “Same as most Fridays.”
The woman slowly walks into the office and sits on the edge of John’s desk, setting her bag next to her. “I’ve got a present for you.” She says as she digs in the bag.
I get up from my chair and sit on the edge of my desk facing her, “And what would it be, Yui?”
She holds out the item in question. A carton of strawberries, “I was down at the farmers market this morning and saw them. I figured you could use the lack of shape in you diet.” She giggles lightly as I take a bite from one of the berries. A small amount of juice escapes my smiling lips. It’s true, out of all the foods I eat, very few have no shape. Strawberries being one of them. But that isn’t the only reason I’m smiling. You see, in my cross-wired mind, the word ‘love’ is strawberry. Though, strawberry is the number twelve.
“Sweet.” I compliment as I wipe the juice from my chin, “Thanks.”
“I thought you’d enjoy them.” I always love talking with Yui. One, because I’ve known her since grade school and two, because I love her voice. It feels like cool water flowing along one of those Zen waterfalls. Smooth, gentle, never ruff. Too bad she never went the lesbian route like I did. Then we could have gone through the whole childhood friends turned lovers story, like in those anime things she reads.
I look out the window, “Damn,” I sigh as I see that dark grey clouds cover the sky.
Yui tilts her head to the side, “Don’t tell me you didn’t listen to the weather report.”
“You know I hate the feeling of the casters voice.” I say in my defense.
Yui shakes her head, “It’s just a few minutes of spikes. I’m sure you can handle it.”
I groan, I’m in no mood to argue with her.
“Catch.” She tosses me a small umbrella, “I have another in my car. Just remember to return it this time.”
I look at the bundle in all its pink glory, “You’re doing this on purpose.”
Yui laughs, “What, don’t tell me you don’t like having a flag of glory protecting you from the laughter.”
I sigh again, “Stop with the word play, only I can do that.” Yui puts a finger to her chin in mock thinking.
In my world, heavy rain is laughter and light rain it the word ‘hello.’ It is always a bit of a joke when I think about how so many people run, duck and hide just to get out of the laughter. Or there are the umbrellas that stand like flags of feelings that protect them from the laughter.
After some more idle chatter and strawberry eating, Yui left and I returned to my color hunting. Most days are like this, but I usually join Yui for lunch at a near by deli. Today I had some cold pizza; octagons aren’t bad every once in a while. I got off work late and so missed the traffic.
Back at my apartment I flip on my TV for the latest episode 24 and continued my devastation of the two pints of dark chocolate ice cream. Chocolate is another shapeless food, but sadly there is no other meaning to it other than something that is awesomely good.
I always wonder whether my dreams are like what normal people see in the world. The way they taste or feel. But I couldn’t really say, since the only dreams I have to compare to are Yui’s and her dreams are less than real. Only she can dream of Pokemon and Star Trek at the same time. In the end, only I know what it’s like to see the world though my mind. I mean, come on, how the hell am I supposed to describe what a triangle tastes like. It’s a triangle, so it should have a cheesy, triangle like flavor, ya know.


NNM
Threesome
We don't know what happened but it ended badly
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Monday, August 20, 2007

Nana Rants
On Remakes:

Okay, so Nana has like a few remakes but come on! There are at least over ten different Romeo and Juliett movies/shows. There are many others that Nana can't remember the names of, Transformers is another one. Most of the time it is an old play (Shakespear) or a book. There is nothing wrong with it, as long as the story feels fresh and different from the other 600 other adaptations.
It happens in Anime too, but it is a problem with genres. One in particular that comes to mind is the "Magical Girl". Nana likes this genre, but it seems that there are only so many good ones out these days. The typical set: a moe type girl usually in grade school or middle school, a plushy type mascot, frilly costume(s), some type of catch phrase, a wand, a transformation sequence, and a love intrest that is not intrested in them at the start. Nana's first series was actually Sailor Moon back when it was on Fox. Then came Cardcaptors. At the time it intrested Nana, until Nana started to see incongruence with the plot time line and a few other things. Later Nana found the Cardcaptor Sakura manga and it straightened out her views. As it stands, Sakura is one of the few Original feeling Magical Girls.
The genre meltdown is flooding America too. The cop/crime investigation type shows are rampent on TV. All the CSI type shows, The NYPD Blue's, The Sitcoms that all feel the same as the last Seinfeld. The most original sitcom Nana has seem is Arrested Development. As for the CSI type show Nana likes the best, NCIS. The best cop show, as short lived as it was, The Job. And one show that Nana can't really find a double for, Rescue Me.
Then there are sequels, many, many sequels. Take all the Disney movies. One of Nana's favorite discraces is Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas. Now as we all know, the original movie had a complete and solid plot and ended with the freeing of the castle. The sequel, somehow has the cast back in their cursed bodies and a new villian then never appeared the the original stand alone movie. Someone explain this to Nana. Then Bambi 2 and Lion King 2, and every other damned Disney movie part 2-100. Another recent film that astounds Nana with the complete lack of plot regard is High School Musical 2. Nana never saw the first and sure as hell ain't seeing the next one. How in gods name did they even begin to fathum a sequel when the original probably sucked royal ass?

On Gas Prices:

Nana has this to say, "I've been over to where the government says they are trying to get oil, and guess what, we already have those places." When Nana left from overseas, the price was a little over $2 and that is fine. Nana gets back and it is well over $3. Nana knows it is all the corperations doing trying to get all the worlds money but still...

On Naruto:

Nana realizes that there are many fans of the show out there, but Nana sometimes can't see why. Nana has never really been a fan of the Shounen Jump type series and probably never will be. The plots are very predictable as well as the dialoge. The characters usually seem fairly one dimensional. And they last forever. Every episode feels the same as the last and if the viewer is lucky, every once in a while there might me an actual plot twist or character development. Yes, Nana realizes that it is kinda like her Magical Girl thing. But atleast the ones she watches don't reach over 80 episodes and that is only because Cardcaptor Sakura has two movies.


NNM
*Sound Only*
Yesterday, an alien space craft landed on the White House lawn. The crew exited the ship and proceeded to preform surprise Buttseck on the president and vice president. When they finished, they paid them $100 each and left never calling.
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Monday, August 13, 2007

That and this
Nana was going to rant, but kinda forgot about what so instead she will post a story. Please comment, Nana is always trying to improve her writing.

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I take a deep breath as I stare up at the dull gray sky. The cold winter air seems to pierce my chest. I shiver involuntarily as I wrap my scarf back in place. "Damn it's cold today." I mumble quietly.
"It's cold everyday." A soft, yet firm voice sighs next to me. I look down at my partner; like me you can only see her eyes and from the look of it, she is annoyed. "What would you expect being up here?"
Not wanting to argue, I continue on. The light crunching of snow behind me tells me that she is following me despite her complaints.

I wonder sometimes just how long we've been wandering like this. Why we are wandering. "Hey, Fleda."
My partner stops walking and looks at me, "What?"
"Let me see the binoculars."
She digs in her deep pockets and pulls out the item, "And what pray tell do you need them for?"
I sigh heavily, "Just give them to me."
She shakes her head and hands them over. I put the warm metal to my eyes and lookout from the crest of the hill we stood on, "Did the map say anything about a town being around here?"
"I wonder." The sassyness stung a bit.
"You didn't have to come you know."
"I'm your partner, Momo. What kind of companion would I be if I didn't. Though it would help if you actually had a plan."
I laugh bitterly, "Since when have I ever made a plan." I toss the binos back to her.
She stuffs them back in some random pocket, "So, are we heading to the town?"
I put my hands on my hips, "What do you think?"
Without answering me, Fleda continues on down the hill.

It'll be nice to finally sleep in a warm bed and have a bath. If I ate anything, the meal would be nice; but since I don't eat, I guess it helps save money. Now Fleda on the other hand, she eats, just not food. So I guess that saves on money as well. I wonder what the date is. Maybe the inn has a paper or something. Not like I really care about the news or anything.

Like a young child entering a place full of scary people, Fleda clutches my arm as we enter through the town's gates. "So what is this time, auntie or mommy?" I ask half jokingly.
"I was thinking big sister." She answers in her usual cute voice.
"I like that one. Just don't start feeding till nightfall."
"I'm dead, not stupid."
I laugh quietly as pull my scarf from over my mouth, "Keep a look out for any kind of shop that might sell antiques."
"Right, right." Fleda giggles as she lets go of my arm and runs out into the central square. Some of the people around us smile as they watch the young girl dance around playfully in the snow. I seat myself on the edge of the fountain and watch her with a half smile. Take away the whole undead thing and the need for human blood, and she is just your average girl.

We spent sometime playing with the local kids before starting our search. I guess acting like a kid once in a while ain't all that bad. It was a small shop behind the pub. From the outside it was barely noticeable. As always, I took to searching one side of the shop while Fleda searches the other. Many of the items have a thin layer of dust, but all that means is that the shop keeper is old and probably lazy. The dim light from the lanterns made it hard to see the details on some of the objects. Though how they look doesn't matter, it's how they feel. It always amazed me at what people are willing to give up just for a little money. Some of the things I found were over a hundred years old, some might have even been family heirlooms.

I let out a deep sigh as I leave the shop. A quiet giggle came from beside me. Fleda looks up at me as she leans against the shop window, "Looks like we failed again."
"Looks that way." Fleda takes my hand and starts to hum some random tune as we head to the inn.

We'll continue on, maybe endlessly, till we find what we are looking for. But it really doesn't matter if we ever do find it. What I enjoy most about this journey is seeing all these new places and being with the one I love. We may search till the end of time for all I care, just as long as Fleda is here by my side.

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NNM
Sad girl in the snow
Gym class is canceled

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

Is is that or is it this?
The corridor was dark and kinda musty. It's not like I wanted to be there. It was more like I got lost on my way to Neverland or something. The problem was, I couldn't remember where I was going in the first place.
Now, for a card battle master such as myself, it would be easy to get to where ever. That is, if somebody would ever show up and battle me. But alas, that was not to be. Soon the ground gave out and I was falling, no, flying through a painting.
So there I was, knee deep in warm, congealed blood. The smell was pretty bad too. It came to mind to find the source of the blood; so I took out my fly card and BAM I had wings. I appeared to be in an indoor pool. At the side of the pool, was the always on the verge of death, Hyatt. She was bleeding like a mad fool. I took out my freeze card and froze her body. Then I used Float to move it to a hole in space-time. What a pain, right?
So, anyway, with Hyatt out of the was and with the help of Watery, I cleared the pool. My job done, I left the building to find myself on the corner of Starbucks and Starbucks. I got myself a double white chocolate mocha and hailed a taxi to take me to downtown.
On my way downtown, I was stopped by another magical girl. Well, the idiot that she was, she didn't transform before stopping me. As always, I took the opportunity to beat her. I'm a smart magical girl. When I created my character, I chose not to have a transformation. All that meant was an extra quest to get spell cards. Transformations take too long and if your opponent is an ass like me, they will not follow the unspoken rule of not attacking while the other is transforming.
Anyway, with the random girl out of the was, I set off to my destination. I could sense one of my cards was in the underground shopping district. It was the second to last that I needed to complete my deck. With no idea of it's power I slowly crept down the stairs. The stench grew and my eyes started to water. I think I know what card this is. It is the Fart! I had so hoped that this card would not be part of my final deck. It is so useless, so wrong.
I needed it, though, to be a full fledged magical girl. So I used Windy and Flower to capture The Fart. I looked at the card in my hand, it had the picture of a massive crack. Sexy, oh so very sexy.
To top it off, the magical girl from earlier showed up, raving about the break of protocol. I looked at her with lopsided eyes, I mean it was so hard to take anything she said serious. Her costume looked like a cross between a school swimsuit and a tutu. Once she finished her rant, I used my cards. Between The Titty Twister and The Bondage, I mastered the girl easily. She agreed to be my slave if I spared her life, not a bad trade I should think.
Things were going good between me and her. She was quite the slave and very obedient. Good cook to boot. Anyway, as I was reading one day it came to me that most transformations have a prerequisite for a mascot character. My slave didn't seem to have one. So I asked her and she told me that on the second day, she couldn't take the perverted duck's actions. Gawking at her transformation sequence, and other things which I figured I am doing. But she reassured me that she was fine with me doing it. Go HY!!
Several days later I got a call from King Mickey about an unmarked package he had received. I figured it was just some prank, but I told him I would be there soon.....

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How Nana's mind went from magical girl to Kingdom Hearts, she don't know.


NNM
You know it's true. Cause if it wasn't, this girl would be angry.
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Monday, August 6, 2007

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Nana loves that line from Tokyo Mew Mew, don't know why.

ARGH!!! Nana has been so busy with a case lately, it's not even funny. Nana has gotten maybe 6 hours sleep in the last 4 days. It's harsh. But that's not what Nana wants to talk about.

It was yesterday, Nana was shootin' shit with a few co-workers at a sushi bar, right, and Nana loves sushi more than life sometimes. Well, one of the guys, bless his ignorant probie soul, made the usual comment "I just can't seem to eat raw fish." That would have been fine and all, but the dude eats seafood in general. When he said that he was in the middle of eating some eel.
Now, Nana is no cooking expert but last she checked, not all sushi contains raw fish. The eel and crab, oh and shrimp, come to mind since that was some of what Nana had. Again, Nana is no expert but some fish can be eaten raw without the worry of disease. Other times the fish is lightly boiled so as to not loose the natural goodness.
Sushi is awesomeness on a plate. Food of the gods. How can one who does eat seafood not eat sushi? It perplexes the mind.

Nana has similar feelings to pizza. But that is because, Nana has eaten real pizza and not the Pizza Hut or Blackjack or Dominoes pizza. That type of pizza is not real pizza, it's imitation. Now, Chicago style ain't bad. Some because they are calling it what it is, someone else's style pizza. But, right now, unless you can find a real Italian food place, the closest you can get is New York style. One because it is thin crust, two because once in a while it will have unnatural toppings (ie breaded eggplant), and three the sauce is not overly spiced. There are other reasons but it is hard to explain without a tasting of both Italian and NY pizza at the same time.

Some of this rant is coming from the fact that Nana has been eating out the past couple days. Right now she is sitting in a Panera Bread taking a long break. One place Nana will never go is Mcdonalds. Some may agree that once you work there, you will never eat there again. Nana remembers the pistachio ice cream maker. Though as everyone should know, pistachio is not a McDonalds flavor. It's just that for some reason, the vanilla came out green. Then you see the egg mcmuffin process and....No Nana won't go there.

For those who were expecting a story, dream or poem, Nana is sorry. But if you haven't read Nana's last post, that is a story. So, blah! Don't forget to comment if you do read it, since Nana is always trying to improve her writing.


NNM
Once you find the exit you can have some tea
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