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Birthday
• 1983-08-05
Gender
• Male
Location
• Vancouver, BC
Member Since
• 2003-08-02
Occupation
• Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
• James

Personal

Achievements
• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory




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Thursday, December 25, 2003

   And So It Begins . . . the Christmas Post . . . . .
    'Tis the night before Christmas, and here in my home,
    I feel that it's time to try writing a poem,
    I'm sure it'll suck, this much I know,
    But we all must be bored from our minds . . . so . . . . .

    My buddy, it seems, has forgotten his plan,
    To have us all go out like all good boys can,
    To sit in a building with low lights and bars,
    To give us all reasons to forgo our cars.

    Instead in my basement I stew as I sit,
    And I think to myself that this really is it,
    My wind down to Christmas shall be soft and slow,
    Wond'ring why it is that I have nowhere to go.

    Instead on my comp', I type and I wonder,
    How all of my strength has been shredded asunder,
    I swear! About midday I found myself tired,
    As if workers inside me had all just been fired.

    I thought, maybe I'll just pick a random CD,
    And watch some ol' GTO on my PC,
    For a reason or two, I don't really do it,
    The idea, to me, just somehow won't fit.

    And now for something a little off key,
    I'm going to swing this next thing from me,
    And plant it on people who live in this house,
    Acting even more strange than a drunken, drugged mouse.

    I have two brothers, I've said this before,
    And I've mentioned how sometimes they cause quite a roar,
    For example, mini gummibears . . . now these might be maybes,
    But these guys said eating them were like eating babies!

    Enough about them, though, I can't think up much,
    That tells in good rhyme how they're both strange and such,
    So yeah, it was only a few lines in all,
    But the gummibear thing is worth the recall.

    Meanwhile my buddies on MSN chat,
    Of how they're all bored of this thing and that,
    Still, that guy has something decent to do,
    He's got Neverwinter Nights to play . . . what a friggin' jerk!

    You'll have to excuse the previous line,
    It rhymed not at all, and that's trouble of mine,
    It probably messed up the rest of this poem,
    From which I am writing inside of my home.

    But yes, at my comp', I talk to this guy,
    Who really isn't present, though we all know why,
    As for the others, they're out or away,
    It seems they're all busy, and can't come to play.

    Which is quite a shame, considering this:
    "The Girl" is among them and, ya know, her I miss,
    We haven't spoke normally for a few days,
    Our timetables simply to ruin our chances, found ways.

    I'm going to get sappy, so do please forgive,
    But ya know, it's these pains that remind us we live,
    This girl whom I'd very much like to take skating,
    Has been absent at times, thus leaving me waiting.

    I never did find that plush half-demon doll,
    After checking three cities and many a mall,
    But oh well, I don't think I'm supposed to have ease,
    In these chases of mine, there is no such breeze.

    This is a small matter, no matter its weight,
    I'll handle it later or leave it to fate,
    So let's get back to the business at hand,
    In which that great holiday immerses the land.

    Despite all the hardships, it's still winter break,
    And what joys we can hope for will all take the cake,
    Though I may not believe in a big fat red man,
    But hey, it's the spirit that counts if it can!

    So let's cast off our troubles for a day or two,
    And remember that miracles sometimes come true,
    We're allowed to forget that the world's sometimes wrong,
    And that seeing the right is what keeps our wills strong.

    Yes, I'm a ham and I'm pouring it thick,
    But come on! I never get to play up this shtick!
    This days needs not be all too serious now,
    We're allowed to have fun, to shout "Oh!" "Cool!" and "Wow!"

    So everyone here at the good ol' mO,
    I say to you now that it's my time to go,
    Have a wonderful Christmas, and have a good day,
    So peace out! I'll talk to you later, okay?


So there is my official Christmas gift for all of you - my precious people at myOtaku. But, if that's not enough, how about an anime quote?

    "...when Christmas-time comes...there's a red-nosed reindeer. That's mean. 'Your shining nose is useful in the fog...' The way he said it doesn't help at all. If you tell a bald man his head is useful in the dark, you'd get punched in the face. Santa Claus says such cruel things."
    ("Osaka", Azumanga Daioh)


Eheh . . . gotta love Azumanga . . . . . well, everybody, have an excellent Christmas, keep it safe, keep it fun, and don't throw up on anything or anyone. Be kind to your friends, loved ones, and everyone in between. Have a happy day, a good night, and . . .

. . . . . okay, my older 25 year old brother is walking around the basement with a small chain around his neck with two gold-coloured twist-ties twisted into a ring shape right now . . . it's around his neck . . . he's calling it his precious . . . . . I TOLD you he was weird!!!


Aaaaaaanyways, let's get on with it: in the spirit of this being an anime site . . . . .

MINNA-SAN, MERI KURISUMASU!!!!!!
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