Monday, May 30, 2005

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Lest we forget.
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Friday, May 20, 2005

   Warning: Novel-Length Post Approaching...
Well, once again, it has happened. I do think saying I'm going to post on a specific day is a good idea. It almost gaurentees that I will not be posting on that specific day.

So. How ya been? I'm good. Several pieces of news:

Monday: Reserved tickets online for Revenge of the Sith. Upon being sent the little "Print This Out And Give It To The Theater People" page...I remembered my printer was out of toner. Ha. Haha. HA! Not only did the page resist all attempts at being saved so I could send it to my dad's computer to be printed, it ALSO rejected all attempts at being typed in on the other computer. We had to drag my dad's printer into my room and install it just to print out the stupid ticket! But we have it now, which is good.

Tuesday: Got my finals grades back. I got B's in everything, even the Dread Precalculus, which I was sure was going to sink my sub, so to speak.

Tuesday Night: Someone located Tapioca Tundra for me. My FAVORITE Mike Nesmith song that the Monkees sang, and I could not find it ANYWHERE...but someone found it for me! Yay!

Wednesday: Um...ok, so nothing really interesting happened.

Thusrday Revenge of the Sith came out. Sadly, no midnight showing for me...:( I wish I could've gone. Several of my friends from online got to go...I've sworn them NOT to tell me ANYTHING.

Friday Well...it's today. Not much to say yet, except that my virus scan is going [joy]. So instead I shall FINALLY do the Moulin Rouge review...

So. Almost a month and a half ago, we [Thrush and I] finally watched Moulin Rouge. As previously mentioned, we'd tried before but cheated, skipped to the end, and didn't watch anymore.

So now we tried again...and wished [or I did] that we'd sat clear through it the first time.

I didn't care much for the setting, for obvious reasons, eheh. But the fact that it took place in a "Den of Ill-Repute" made the romance part all the more bitter sweet.

The storyline was good. I HATED the Duke. As in loathed, despised, and wished I could beat with the Stick of Smiting. He reached a level of loathing not reached since Potter in It's a Wonderful Life.

Ewan MacGregor was the perfect starstruck guy deep in puppy love. He was so funny, most of the time. Nicole Kidman was a somewhat odd character, but I actually liked her, something that usually doesn't happen with female characters in recent movies.

So I'm sitting there, enjoying the movie, but dreading THE END because I knew what happened...

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WHY CAN'T GOOD MOVIES LIKE MOULIN ROUGE END WITH HAPPILY EVER AFTER?? Or, barring that, WHY couldn't that STUPID Duke have got what was coming to him? NO! He walks away, while poor Satine dies! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! *Hits Duke with Stick of Smiting*

Now that I've got THAT out of my system...The humor was good, most of the time. The best line in the ENTIRE movie was the "Luckily for me, just then an unconcious Argentinian fell through my roof. He was quickly followed by a dwarf who was dressed as a nun.." The Bohemians just cracked me up, especially Toulouse. If I get a hamster, that's going to be his name. Although...Audrey was a bit...distressing.

And I can't really say more about the music than BRILLIANT. Especially the movie's version of Come What May. I'm not ashamed to say that I cried at the end...first time I've done THAT since Return of the King.

And now, there you go. And I'm done babbling. Look at the novel I wrote for you! Don't you feel SPECIAL? :)

Cheers.
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Thursday, May 12, 2005

HAHAHA!
I win, forever!

Sorry. But the precalc final = teh done. w00t!

On the riddle...candy and a kiss go to Artukei! Yay, Art! *hands candy and kisses on the cheek*

I love that riddle.

Tomorrow ('tis 1:27, am right now, not good for coherent posting) I shall finally write the post on Moulin Rouge I've been trying to get done...hopefully...

G'night, all!

Oh, btw: new layout...cool, or no? If anyone knows the right code to keep my background fixed in one place, so it doesn't repeat, I would be eternally greatful...
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Saturday, May 7, 2005

   Er.....
Apparently, "tommorrow" now equals "ten days". Or more...but I know it's been at least that long since my last post...bah. So sorry.

Anyways, finals monday and tuesday, and after that I'm free! Wee!

But for tonight, just a riddle. Please don't cheat and look it up...

You are in a room with 2 doors -- one leads further into the dungeon, one leads to freedom. There are two guards in the room, one at each door. One guard always tells the truth. One guard always lies. What one question can you ask one of the guards that will help you pick the door to freedom?

Happy guessing. ;)


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Monday, April 25, 2005

Although your ship be sturdy...
No mercy has the sea...

And now it's two weeks and counting. Man, I cannot possibly convey just how nervous and freaked I am by finals. Part of me is fine...but part of me is screaming.

Oh, I also had the thought that maybe I'd like to write another Trigun story...would you cats and kits like to read one? Or should I not post it in parts here?

Short post today, I's sorry. Tommorrow: A Rant, A Rescinding, and other...stuff. Stay tuned...
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Friday, April 22, 2005

   Er...
""Also, I may be spending my summer chasing crumb-crunchers. More on this Monday...I may post tomorrow, I may not...'tis Papa-san's birthday (Happy birthday, Daddy! ::Hugs::) and I have no clue if we're doing anything, so...""

Right. It is now FRIDAY. Oops. Oh, well. Being sick knocked a lot out of me...and I still feel icky. But I will return to posting semi-regularly tomorrow.
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Saturday, April 16, 2005

   The Long, Dark Teatime of the Soul...
Or why writing posts when stuffed up is a bad idea. You get titles like that, that really have absolutly nothing to do with your post; they just sound cool. And a cookie to whoever can tell me what the title's a reference to...

It's now a little more than three weeks until finals. I believe this is what is known as "crunch time". I got the grades back for my second math test; I'm still getting a "B" in precalc. I cannot possibly express how relieved I am, especially after how much the *^@%#&$%(@#&* self destructing book cost...

*imagines book bursting into flames. Grins. Until she remembers said book is on bed. Mentally freaks out*

I've decided what song I will have at my wedding while I dance with my husband...which is incredible; considering I don't even have a boyfriend...but anyways. It's "Come What May" off the Moulin Rogue soundtrack. It is also, quite possible, the most romantic song I have ever heard.

Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before...
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more.

Listen to my heart,
Can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change,
Winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
It all revolves around you...

And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song
And I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you (I love you)
Until the end of time(until the end of time)

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, Oh I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day


Isn't that so sweet? I just love it...even though I found out how the movie ended and flat-out refused to watch the rest. :::Pouts:::

Completely off that topic, I have found out that my playlist is 64 hours long and rising. Man. I didn't know there were that many songs I liked, but apparently there is...sorted by artist, I'd say it goes something like this:

• Beatles
  
• Pink Floyd
  
• Monkees
  
• Newsboys
  
• Random Trance Artists [That would be a good band name, no?]
  
• Random Movie Soundtracks

And the audience says, "Woopee!".

Also, I may be spending my summer chasing crumb-crunchers. More on this Monday...I may post tomorrow, I may not...'tis Papa-san's birthday (Happy birthday, Daddy! ::Hugs::) and I have no clue if we're doing anything, so...

I think I've rambled enough. What do you think? This is the sick and stuffy Ozy, signing off...
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

   Paranoia sets in...
Four weeks, exactly and to the day. I just have to survive that long...

I CAN'T DO IT! n0o0o0o00o0o0o0o0o0o!

Sorry.

To all two of you who asked if there would be more story...to Vast Ash? No. Using that particular character? Perhaps. I like my nameless narrator...

The story idea itself was based on an excellent fanfic called Moon Child. In one of the chapters, Vash says he overheard people calling him that after the July Incident. My mind takes little comments like that, and does things like Vast Ash. I'm glad you liked it, though...^_^
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Fanfic

Vast Ash




By Ozymandius Jones





The city is dying; they say…the city is dead. July, most beautiful of the Eight Cities, is gone, turned into a flatlands of ash and rubble; of sand turned to glass.



Who…who could’ve done this? I sit huddled in a corner of one of the relief tents, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders to preserve my dignity. The blast tore my clothes to shreds…they barely stay on. I hadn’t even noticed, until the cavalry member had draped the blanket over my shoulders. I sit in the corner, listening to some of the men talking.



“Yeah, I hear it was that stranger who did it…the one with the long coat.”



I frown, trying to remember…the tall man? The one the face of an angel? I had watched him just yesterday morning, playing hide-and seek with Mrs. Nightrow’s children...he’d been so gentle…



“His name…well…I hear tell his name is “Vast Ash” on account of what he does…he roams Gunsmoke, murderin’ and destroyin’…he leaves a path of destruction behind him, towns he’s burned to ashes…”



I’ve almost had enough, almost get up and yell at the men… But they wouldn’t listen to me…me, a young woman just out of girlhood. It couldn’t have been that nice man. He’d bought two dozen doughnuts from Blind Nina…everyone knew the old woman needed money, but she was too proud to accept charity. The stranger had overpaid her…



I’m stopped from my mental defenses by a woman cavalry member...would I care to get dressed? Oh, yes, please! It’s going on night now…three of the five moons have risen; bathing the smoldering rubble and the sandy desert with odd, silvery-white light, and it’s cold. I follow the cavalry woman to another tent, leaving the men and their rumors behind. Minutes later I’m in warm clothes, soft slippers on my sore feet…but the tent seems claustrophobic. I can’t sleep…heaven knows I tried earlier…all I dreamt about was being trapped in that white hot wave of light. I don’t even want to try again. Not tonight, anyway.



The cavalry makes wonderfully strong tents…I can lean my full weight against the canvas and not worry about the tent collapsing behind me. I gaze out across the rubble…Unbidden, the face of the strange, red-coated man rises before my eyes…of him being dog-piled by Tulie and Jaxom and the other neighborhood kids…of him laughing, an easy smile on his face…also unbidden comes the voices of the men, floating on the air…



“He’s a demon an’ a monster, an’ I’d bet my Thomas there’ll be a reward out on him by the end of the week. Yep…Vast Ash…”



I shake my head angrily…and freeze. Something is moving, out in that vast rubble-field….something…someone. He stands tall in the moonlight; his crazy hair flopped in all directions.



He’s carrying someone in his arms. As he draws closer, I can see it’s one of the little girls, one of Tulie’s friends…he sets her down gently, in a patch of ground clear of the rubble and turns to go. His golden hair has turned silver in the moons’ light. He sees me watching him, and in his emerald eyes is a look of heart-shattering pain. He turns to go…I know he is hearing what the men are still saying.



“Death’s too good for killers like him.”



“They’ll hang him, though…won’t they?”



“If they catch him? Sure. Don’t he deserve it? Vast Ash…pagh!”



As I said…I know he hears…you can see it…the deep sadness etched on an angel’s face as he turns; disappearing into the sand and ash that they’re claiming he made; that they’re claiming he’s named for. I move to pick up the little girl, maybe the only survivor of my neighborhood, watching the red coat disappear into the shadows.



“God be with you,” I can’t help but whisper to the poor man; the angel accused of this act of the devil himself. “God be with you, Vash the Stampede.”





~Fin~



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Monday, April 11, 2005

   All things must pass....
Including precalc. haha. Only have to survive 4 more weeks...I must...go on...*collapses* I can't do it!!!!

Well, ok...I can...but I can complain, can't I?
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