Thursday, February 12, 2004

   Interim post . . .
I just wanna share that on the train today, I saw a 2 year old boy in a stroller with a mullet. Incidentally, his father was bald. I think that had to be the connection. but yeah, I had to hold myself from bursting at the lip-seams . . . too funny . . . . . MULLET, people!!!

Ah . . . . . alright, tomorrow afternoon, I'm gonna post the first chapter of the new thing . . . we'll see where it goes from there . . . . . peace!
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Wednesday, February 11, 2004

   I really wanna watch more Inuyasha . . .
It's like, I'm all caught up now, and now I don't want to have to wait every week for 2 new episodes! I want them now! Waaahhhhh!
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Oh yeah, I saw that first Inuyasha movie. It was cool. If not for anything else than for invading Chinese demons (heehee . . . twirly swordfighting!). Good fun. Ah well . . . . . .


I've got nothing profound or prolific tonight. Consider yourselves lucky (heeheehee). Ah . . . later dudes, dudettes . . . and might I send out another special get-well-soon to our pneumonia-stricken Shanny, who freaked us all out the other night when she went to the hospital;
DON'T DO ANYTHING! JUST STAY PUT AND GET BETTER, GIRL!
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004

   Another nail in the board . . . . . (this'll be ranty, gomen ne . . .)
So this morning I hung out for a couple hours with one of my biochem friends (the fact that I have multiple biochem friends does scare me, though). She had a midterm to study for, so I did my Latin homework. Well, one thing of discussion led to another, and then she said it:

"I still can't believe you went into English! I mean, it seems wasted on you . . ."

I think from my previous band experience she had hoped I would go into music or something? I dunno . . . in any case, she became the third person to say something like this to me in the past week or so.

Previously, there was my mother . . .
"You know, if you want to go into law you'd have to take [this or that] courses, then you would have to take the LSAT . . ."
All I could think was, "so . . . I'm going into law now? When did this happen?"

A day or two after that there was my stepdad:
"Having an English degree will definitely get you started off well for something like business or commerce. Good writing is important for that - and I've seen some of your work, you are good - but I'm just afraid that you might not be able to find more stable work with that . . ."

These aren't new arguments. I knew I was going to be defending them the moment I enrolled in the Faculty of Arts 2-3 years ago; I've never stopped defending it since. I find it kinda funny, actually . . . my mom, she'll talk to her friends or relatives or whatever, and go, "yes, he's studying English, and he really enjoys it," and then everyone else'll go "oh, that's great! I bet he'll really enjoy that." Hell, when I tell them myself the first thing they say is "oh that's great!" Every time . . . . . and yet, every time I've known that's not what they're really thinking . . .

A year or two ago, driving in the car with my mom - just out of the blue:
"You know, I bet you could make a really nice living in business. You've seen your uncle, he's doing really well . . ."

And hey, let's take my uncle . . . my awesome, awesome uncle . . . . .
"There are you things you can become with an English degree: a teacher . . . or a bum."
(That was a little over a year ago, word for word, I swear.)

Let's face it: I accept that the Bachelor of Arts isn't exactly the most prestigious of degrees; it's not business . . . it's not mathematics . . . it's definitely not biochemistry . . . . . but ya know, there honestly are a lot of things one can do with the BA. Granted, I can't exactly remember any of them (and hence, the argument goes 'flush' . . .) . . . but they are out there. They really are.

I think it's this sense of unfocus that worries people around me. They see me, shooting for this odd little degree, completely unsure of what I'm going to do with my future . . . and ya know, I appreciate it, I really do. But every time they question my choice in career, well, it chips away at me a little each time, ya know? Now, I'll continue to defend it if I have to - and I will have to - but hey, obviously I'd rather not . . . . .

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly the most serious-minded of people (heh, surprise surprise, right?). I mean, I'll be the first to quickly feign ignorance, saying, "I'm an arts student, how the hell should I know thos?" or whatever. And when my friends rib me for it, I take it in stride and stuff no sweat. Thing is, with most of them, they still accept that I'm doing what I want to do, and they wish me all the luck in it - and for that, I'll ever be grateful to them . . .

So what am I actually going to do with my Bachelor's of English Literature? I have no idea. Maybe I'll take more school, and study journalism; maybe I'll take up writing or something; maybe I'll travel the country, solving mysteries . . . . . the point is, I'm not worried about my future - I'll get by. Maybe I have some standards set on me, being a middle-child, who knows? But ya know what? My older brother is living proof that people can do whatever they want with their lives . . .

In 2000, he graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Kinesiology (friggin' hard science to get into for his school, might I add). Three years later, do you wanna know what he's doing? He's a police officer in the city of Vancouver! Even he gets to defend himself sometimes (I mean, about his career choice, among other things). People ask him, "if you just became a cop, why did you get a Kinesiology degree? When do you use that?"

My brother replies,
"I use it every day."
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Monday, February 9, 2004

   The dam is breaking!
So, though I'm still sniffling a little bit, it's more or less not because it's completely blocked now. That said, I think I just might actually be getting better . . . there's hope for us yet, everybody! Stand strong against the foreign invaders! These are our bodies, and our bodies they shall remain!

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons and daughters of myO, of OB, my brothers and sisters! I see in your coughs the same fear that would keep the breath from me! A day may come when the effect of medicine fails, when we forsake our doctors and break all bonds of immunity . . . but it is not this day. And hour of viruses and failing antibodies, when the age of flu shots comes crashing down . . . but it is not this day! This day, we fight! For all that you hold dear in your good selves, I bid you stand, Otakus of myO!

("Dunnn, duh duh dunnnnn, duh duh dunnnnnnnn,
dah dah dahhhhhh, dah dah dahhhhhh, dah dah dahhhhhhh,
Dunnnnn, dunnnnn, dunnnnnnnnnnn!")


Eheh . . . I'm such a geek . . . . . that said, may you all feel better soon. Ja ne!
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Sunday, February 8, 2004

   Coming Soon . . . . .
"Ladies and gentlemen, do remain calm, we're robbing this bank!" the man shouted as he drew a pistol and walked towards the nearest teller. His accomplice, likewise, was quick to aim his sawed-down rifle at the small branch's only security guard as he passed through the already beeping metal detector. Upon relieving the guard of his sidearm, he immediately had him join the other customers in the middle of the bank. Though all were complying as best they could, some were retaining their composures better than others. The first robber pulled a sports bag out from under his long coat and tossed it to the teller, ordering her to fill it up. The second with the rifle just swept his vision back and forth over the now sitting hostages in the middle of the floor and the kneeling hostages lining the bottom of the teller desk. He hid a smile under his wide-brimmed hat; everything was going smoother than they could have ever possibly imagined . . . . .

The sports bag was full, and the robber with the pistol hastily zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder. As he turned around to leave, he caught sight of his partner's gaze: it was firmly affixed to a police car parked directly in front of the bank's entrance.
"You hit the silent alarm!" the robber shouted, pointing the gun back at the teller.
"I didn't, I swear!" the teller shouted back, her voice shaking heavily. The robber began swearing loud and hard, easily bothering many of the already discomforted hostages. A young boy had had enough, and his tears were soon followed with his frightened crying. His mother tried to quiet him as best she could when the robber with the rifle came over to them, shouting for them to be quiet. Such logic was of no interested to the hysterical child, of course . . . the robber began leveling his rifle . . . . .

A man interposed himself between the robber and the mother and son, throwing his arms around them in a shielding position. The robber shouted for him to get back down. The man slowly raised his hands and turned himself around from his crouched position. The robber could only imagine that this man was recklessly brave. He looked him over; he was a rather large man in a dark jacket. Nevertheless, it wasn't the clothes that the robber noticed: it was the man's eyes, almost defiant despite the obvious predicament he was in. He told him to sit down, to which the man complied . . . the eyes never turning away . . . . .

The robber with the pistol called for his partner to hurry up, and they both backed up towards the rear entrance of the bank - it was all in vain.
"The door's locked or something!" one robber said to the other, who swore hard again. "We're gonna have to go out the front . . . we need a hostage . . . . ."

The one with the rifle scanned the kneeling and sitting people. Everyone was either looking at the ground or out to the exit; no one dared to make eye-contact with the armed men. All the same, the robber locked eyes with one; he didn't seem at all surprised when the one man who dared to look directly at him was none other than the previous man with the jacket.
"You're the one with a free hand," he said to the other, "grab the hero." The robber with the money stepped over and roughly pulled up the man by the collar of his jacket, put his arm around the man's neck, and made his way to the bank's door, alternating between pressing his pistol into the side of the man's head and pointing it towards the police officers outside; the officers could only point their weapons back in kind.

The robber with the rifle was about to catch up when there was a quiet but lengthy rattle coming from below him. Both robbers turned around to a hostage who was along the bottom of the desk - he was a slender man in a casual blue suit, who had apparently spilt an entire container's worth of breath mints. The man crouched over to pick up the mints. The closer robber pointed his rifle at the man, telling him to stop moving; the farther one told his partner to stop screwing around . . .

In that very moment, the man in the jacket decided to turn the tables on his captor; he scraped his boot down along the robber's shin. Before the robber had a chance to vocalise any response to that, the man then thrusted his head back as hard as he could, cracking the back of his skull against the robber's nose. The robber dropped his gun and staggered backwards . . .

The other robber quickly raised his rifle at the man in the jacket and took aim. Before he could fire, the other man - the on in the suit - sprung forward from his crouched position and swung his forearm at the side of the robber's head. He then proceeded to step down on the back of the off-balanced robber's knee, dash around the crumbled gunman, and twist the shortened rifle away from his hands. The man in the suit pointed the rifle back at the prone would-be bank robber and looked towards the man in the jacket. The other robber was pinned face-down, with the man in the jacket gripping his arm hard from above. The police poured into the bank . . .

"Too bad payday isn't always this interesting, huh Noug'?" the man in the suit said. Nougat grinned as he looked back towards his off-duty partner.
"Well, Whip', if it was I would've retired a long time ago." Cream grinned back as he began unloading the rifle in his hands.
"Ah, so that's why you've lasted this long, is it?" Nougat replied,
"Well, I never was an easy one to swallow . . . but yeah, that too . . . . ."


Coming, 2004 . . . . .
Cream Filling & Nougat: Second Coating!
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Saturday, February 7, 2004

   The Next Day . . . . .
Obviously you all noticed I didn't have a post up by the usual time I usually do last night. I was at school 'til about midnight, watching a friend's band play. What can I say, I didn't get home 'til about 1:30am (the best POSSIBLE thing I could've done while sick, eh?). Anyways, the band was great, and my nose didn't really bother me much all night . . . my ears were kinda ringing after it was all said and done, of course, but things could have been worse.

So, Full Metal Alchemist is easily becoming some serious can't-miss anime for me now . . . I actually spent much of this Saturday morning/afternoon just watching it. Good fun, good fun . . .

To finish off until tonight/tomorrow, I'll just say that I'm gonna post something that'll probably cause a lot of ruckus around these parts, though it'll only be short-lived, as I probably won't have time to fully realise it just yet (thereby causing all of you to look for my blood, of course). So yeah, 'til then, play safe, and only eat things that are good for you!
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Friday, February 6, 2004

   Umm . . . . . I got nothin' . . . . .
What can I say? Still a little sick, but not feeling quite as gross as before. School is still trying to bite me in the ass (and it's doing a great job, might I add), and, um . . . . . yeah.

In other news, it's the new month, so I bought a new Evangelion DVD. That's 2 down, 6 to go . . . I think . . . more or less . . . . . yeah, I'm still probably gonna kick myself for not getting a box set . . . ah well . . . . .

Oh, and I've started on Full Metal Alchemist. I hope you're all happy now (heh). Peace!
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Thursday, February 5, 2004

   Get up, come on, get down with the sickness . . . . .
I felt like hell today. It started with yellow mucus and ended with complete and total congestion. Icky, yes.

So as I write this, I have this small plate of food: a little bit of rice, a dusting of ground beef . . . and a big honkin' fillet of fish. Should help things along a bit, ya think? Gotta love protein . . . . .

So, as I can't think straight right now (I was a total scatterbrain today, heh . . .), I'll simply post this in commemoration for my medicine:

http://buckleys.com/about/tv.htm

The angle of this medicine is that "It tastes awful. And it works." These are great commercials . . . . . okay, time for bed! Later!
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Wednesday, February 4, 2004

   That's one problem out of the way . . .
Well, I'm caught up on Inuyasha now. I've seen all the episodes I missed - so yeah, Miroku's Wind Tunnel got messed up, Naraku got beat up badly, Tetsusaiga got all hardcore, and there's a wolf dude to play with! Since I had them, I also went ahead and saw the next two, which is good for me, because that means I don't have to hurry home on Friday to catch it and can go see a friend of mine play some music at school! Hooray!

So let's see . . . . . Chie is telling me to watch it, my friend from kung-fu is telling me to watch it, and my idiot engineering friend in Ontario is telling me to watch it . . . . . think this might be a sign that I have to get "Full Metal Alchemist" now? Eheh . . .

In other news, I think schoolwork is about to bite me in the ass again. I shall once again take the time to make mention that none of you should follow my studying habits, okay? Okay . . .

And now that that's done, I shall go blow my nose. I think I may be getting sick now (sympathy sickness for some of you, perhaps? Hmm . . . . .)
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Tuesday, February 3, 2004

   And now for something actually anime-related!
Some of you may remember me talking about this last month or so, but over the holidays YTV (main "kids' channel" in Canada) restarted Inuyasha, showing the first episodes again. During the winter break we got reruns. And I was sad . . . . . essentially, I stopped watching every Friday night . . . . .

Then, that Wednesday when I was talking with "The Girl", I talked about how I was sad that they weren't showing new episodes.
She told me, "oh, they are showing new episodes."

So yeah, I missed about 8 episodes or so. And then I swore. And then I swore again (and mind you, in general I don't swear as often as some people I know either [not that I can't handle it or anything, it's just a weird thing I do sometimes]).

Lucky for me, I found some batch torrent files with the episodes I need . . . I'm almost up to speed again, now . . . which is good, because these episodes I missed are GOOD ones! Heh . . . . .

I'm gonna leave it at that, I think. Yeah . . . later!
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