Thursday, July 15, 2004

Ok, the other day I posted a link to a "Save Big O" site. A few of you posted that The Big O wasn't on Adult Swim anymore. Yeah, we (the Big O fans at Paradigm City) are angry about that, but we're more angry about this: since the first showing of the second season last August, the higher ups at Adult Swim have been hinting at a third season. They tacked stuff on to the last episode to leave it open for a third season, and they bought out name rights to a Big O website through 2009. Now, several well known members of the forums have recieved hand written postcards telling them that there is no third season planned. That's why we're trying to Save Big O.

Now, with some shows, I can understand open endings. Trigun worked very well with an open ending. But you know why? Because there was change. With the ending being open, you could picture new adventures. With Big O, everything just RESETS!!!! There's no way you can really imagine anything new, because it all just starts over! One of the most popular members over at PCF, a member by the name of "Dork" put it this way: "With most shows endings, you want to go back and see how it all started again. But with Big O, I never wanted to do that. I just wanted to see what happened next."

So do we all. And that's why we're trying to Save Big O.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

GO HERE! YOU MUST!!!




All anime may depend on you!!!

BTW, my next theme, which will be up sometime this week, will be Tenchi. Yay!
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Sunday, July 11, 2004

Also...I'm going to be changing my theme again soon. What do you guys think I should do? *Points to favorite anime list*

That's what you have to work with.
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Ok...sorry I haven't posted in the last few days. I've been working on some stuff...for example:

The Archives

...I would welcome any advice you have!
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Thursday, July 8, 2004

Have you ever felt something you couldn't explain?
No defination no name?
Just a feeling,
No defination no name?

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living
Anything possible good I distroyed before the chance was ever given.
See, if I never have anything, I'll never have to loose anything
But then again if I never had anything worth losing, I guess I lost everything.
Either way you could say pain will become a result of both so actually I'm giving in to the thing I fear the most:
Losing it all.
Everything, completly unaware that a fear of failure was the one thingthat was taking me there.
Fear of life,
Fear of Love,
Fear of man
Failure to relate how I and God and his voice to me would even begin to translate.
So I wait to escape this condition of rationalizing my own destruction
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion.

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

She's an artist, all right: capable of some of the most abstract stuff imaginable
And it's made personal to me...
See, she uses my mind as the canvas to create her manipulative perspectives on life
So I'm the only one that can even see what I see until the art hits the heart and begins to take an outward expression
Kind of like an involuntary confession of the soul and who's in control,
And how many minds have been painted by the hands of crafty irrationality
And have different paintings of reality hanging on the walls in a fictional gallery

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

Actions speak louder than words and I've come to find that I've been building on a design
that could only be found in my mind,.
Blind to the force behind what caused my accuracy to be tainted,
'cuz my mind was smart enough to manipulate itself,
But not smart enough to figure out it was being manipulated.

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face was different then I pictured it.

~John Rueben

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Monday, July 5, 2004

Yesterday was full of ups and downs...first, it looked like Silver wouldn't get to use his fireworks due to Burrough restrictions..l.so we called the police office, and they said it was ok...then we went to Long's Park in Lancaster for fireworks...it started raining! I spent 20 minutes under a picnic table! The rain stopped though, and the fireworks were really good. Then we had to sit in traffic for a while...not fun.

I had a good day, but I was kinda sad too..'cuz Thrush is in OBX without me! WAAH! Come BACK!!!!
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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

A retrospective
By OzymandiusJones

Oh, boy. So I have to write a retrospective, do I? Well…

When I was born, my parents rejoiced, because they knew that I was going to be the most wonderful, most beautiful girl in the entire…hey, where’d everybody go? Hello? Hello?! Please come back! What was that? A retrospective on being home-schooled, you say? Aww, man…and I was gonna have fun, too...Spoilsport.

Alright, then. Mom started home-schooling us (Thrush, Silver and me) the year after I finished second grade. Or she started Thrush and me, anyway. Silver was still too little to go to school. I don’t remember why she decided to teach us herself, except that it had something to do with the amount of time I was getting to see Dad. Apparently, it wasn’t enough time, and I was turning into a screaming little monster. I myself doubt that it was a monster, but like I said, I don’t really remember. There was also something about it taking me three hours to do my math homework, and something else about reading during math class, but we won’t get into that. I was young and stupid then.

So my dear Mommy took it upon herself to halt her little girl’s descent into screaming monster-land. I didn’t really mind being home-schooled. There were a lot of families in the area who also home-schooled, and it meant I could read whenever I wanted to! Forget math class! Forget science! I was gonna read all the time, baby! Or so I thought. You know that saying about irresistible forces hitting immovable objects? Well…let’s just say Mom and I had a contest of wills on the subject of when reading was appropriate. I lost. Never get into a battle of wills with my mother. That was home-school lesson number one.

Unfortunately, just because she could win the “you-will-not-read-during-math-class” argument did not mean Mom knew everything about home-schooling stubborn eight year olds. There were a few days where we didn’t get much done. They were mostly my fault. Yes, I am woman enough to admit it…now…ten years later…let’s move on, shall we?

After we moved from Kentucky to New York, my wonderful little support group of other home-school girls disappeared. Poof! Gone. Sure, we still wrote and everything…but I didn’t get to see them. I didn’t react well. For the next three years, it was almost torture (for my mom) to get me to work. I wasn’t very happy. I saw my friends at church going to things like drama clubs, bands, and chorus practice…all sorts of exciting things! And me? I got art lessons. Whoopee. Now, did I bother to tell my mom why I was grumpy, surly and uncooperative? NO! I just stayed grumpy, surly and uncooperative. Like I said, I was stupid.

Once I got the fact that public school was not all fun and games into my silly, jealous little mind, I was twelve. I think I got a little more cooperative…at least, I think I did. Y’know, memory’s a strange thing. It can be replaced by imagination more often than not. Maybe I only think I was more cooperative. Man, now my head hurts.


Back on subject. The next three years, Mom was more prepared. She’d be all ready and excited to start the new school year, and then some minor (or not so minor) emergency would happen. She was a pastor’s wife at the same time she was a teacher, so often the church emergency would take precedent over the teaching. And I will say most of the time I did fairly good at keeping on track at the beginning of the emergencies, but things would quickly go downhill. Ozys are lazy creatures, and this one was no different.

The 2002-2003 school year was different at the beginning. All three of us cooperated; we got our school done when we were supposed to (most of the time) with minimal complaining (most of the time). Then in January, we got the news that we were going to have to move. Talk about throwing monkey wrenches into the school machine. The rest of that month, and the first half of the next month were dedicated to packing, house searching and other moving related activities. Not very conducive to the doing of schoolwork, I must say. Once we had moved and gotten all settled in, however, we actually got back on track fairly quickly. I took my SATs for the first time, and they confirmed what pretty much everyone had suspected. I, Ozy, was a genius. I was bound for Greatness with a capital G. I…hey! No booing from the Peanut Gallery! This is my retrospective! Don’t make me come up there! Oh, ok…I got 1220. Not genius material, but not shabby, either.

This past year has been better than all the other years. I completed ninety-nine percent of all the work I was supposed to do and I (gasp, please) actually have a social life I work at the library every Tuesday and Thursday from three thirty to five thirty, and my supervisor even likes anime, which is rare for someone over thirty. So I have someone to talk to when I’m not working. Mom’s permission to do that almost makes up for the First Aid class she made me take, the one where I got paired with the guy I didn’t even know…nah, nothing could make up for that…

Also, every Sunday and Wednesday, I donate my time to the Funny Farm…er, my youth group. All the guys in my youth group are insane, and hold conversations that consist mainly of movie quotes. It’s enough to make you cry sometimes. With laughter, of course.

So all in all, this ‘home-schooling” thing has been pretty much up and down like a roller coaster. The fact that most of the downs were my fault makes me feel bad sometimes…but we got over the down times, and Mom’s gotten a lot better in the “making-surly-teenagers-finish-their-work” department. And that, my friends, is my retrospective. Later!


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Sunday, June 27, 2004

Ok, I don't know what brought this on, but I feel like it's necessary for me to get this out "on paper" for whatever it's worth. I look around at other people's sites, and I see a lot of "little kids", 12-15 year olds, talking about boyfriends, girlfriends and sex. Now, mabye it's because I was homeschooled since second grade and have gone to church for as long as I can remember, but that makes me very sad. I'm only 3 months away from being 18, and I have never been kissed, much less anything else. I've only had one guy ask me out. And I'm perfectly fine with that fact.

I have fairly old fashioned veiws on the topic of sex. I believe it should wait until you are married. I mean, when you think about it, it just makes sense. Are you going to trust someone who could just walk out on you at any time that much with your body? I know marrige seems to mean very little nowadays, but I'd trust someone a lot more if they actually took the time to marry me before I got in bed with them.

Part of this is because my parents love each other so much, and have been such good examples, but part of this is because
I'm in love. No, not with a guy...there is no guy right now, and I'm not sure I'm even ready for a guy. No, I'm in love with...love. Yep. Corny as it sounds, I am in love with the concept of romance. And not just the traditional parts of romance...y'know, not just the parts like the flowers, chocolates, first dates, weddings, even sex...but with the other parts of romance. The thought of waking up and having someone sleeping next to you. The thought of having kids and raising them with the same father...the thought of growing old with always the same person...the type of person who stay with you from your wedding day when you look pretty to when you wake up sick, barfy, cranky and not very pretty at all...that just appeals to me. And I apologize for the random, actually serious post. I don't think it'll become a habit. Later!
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Friday, June 25, 2004

I love the comic strip Peanuts. It's been my favorite since I was really little. Snoopy is my hero. I collect anything with Snoopy that I can get my hands on. He's so carefree and happy, and his insane daydreams are a lot like my own daydreams. But the charater I identify most with is Marcie. She's more of a bookworm than anyone else, and she's also deeply in love with Charlie Brown. She cares deeply for everyone, and sometimes lets people walks over her own feelings to do whta they want. It's one of my bad habits, but I have a tendency to do that as well. It's funy, but the two characters from Peanuts that I identify with the most were the answers I got on a Peanuts quiz. Pretty nifty, huh? And I was answering honestly, too...
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

This morning before I even got on the Internet, I was working on changing my links...they're all on a different site now, and are accessable through one link. I think it makes my site look neater. What do you think? Anyway. While I was working on it, I was also listening to my dad's shortwave radio...I listened to a station from Japan, and I tried to pick up Radio Korea, Radio Japan, and Radio Moscow, but they weren't broadcasting. I was listening either too early or too late...the only words I recognized on the Japanese station were yes and no. I've wanted to learn Japanese for a while, but in school I was learning Russian. Now that I'm out, I think I may try both. I hear you can learn two languages at one time...well, I'm going to try, anyway.

How to make a OzymandiusJones

Ingredients: 3 parts anger 5 parts humour 5 parts energy

Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add emotion to taste! Do not overindulge!

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Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com


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