Life.

Apr. 15th, 2013 09:38 pm
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Note: this post was written after I read way too much H.P. Lovecraft in a row and I fear that it might affect my writing. Watch out for writhing, undulating globs of nameless eldritch words. Or something.

Life has been relatively quiet as of late... as it tends to be for me. My job-hunting quest still yields no results (and not for lack of trying). Driving lessons (yes, I got back into those in case I haven't mentioned) are progressing well. Inspiration comes and goes though that final piece of my tumblr layout still eludes me. I seem to be dealing with some strange issues of emotion yet again, but none that I wish to go into in depth in this public forum. Those who know about them know about them and I've already talked their ears off about it. No sense in painting that lily in colors out of space.

(god damnit, Lovecraft.)

LJ appears to have gone completely mental lately, as though the touch of the Outer Gods came to rest upon its mind and molded its gelatinous tissues - or cybernetic equivalent thereof - into something of unfathomable and alien geometry... Or at least my friends page. There's some weird time warp shit going on in there. Seriously.

Apparently my last post was the 666th in number. Which is kind of amusing considering it's a recounting of an imagined episode of a diabolical anime series centered around a creature based on a plant that earned mythological reputation as the Devil's Own. Somewhere out there, in the depths of a forest in a world that may or may not exist anywhere in the multiverse beyond the scope of my mind, a Belladonyx is grinning - as these graceful enchantress-spectres of the vegetative persuasion are wont to do.

I don't even.

Before I seal this entry though, a random quiz/surveymajig.

Here I go! Shining FINGERRRR! or something. )
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Even though the thought of Ash and his Tagalongs (invariably a fanservice girl and a creepy walking exposition character/cook) polluting Miato with their presence is generally a shuddersome thought to me, my mind spontaneously wrote an episode centered around the Alraunum line.

And this is about how it goes. )
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First of all, never release me near MSPaint when I'm half asleep, or this sort of stupid shit may happen:



(Protip: to defeat the Machine Nun, shoot at it until it dies. Although you may have to kill John Romero first, somehow).

Incidentally, today a person walks into chat after not having been on 'chat for a while and makes his typical entrance line ("I have arrived!") in English for a change rather than really godawful weeaboo Japanese directly yoinked from an anime without realizing that it uses the most arrogant possible way of saying it. Something to the line of "Ore Sanjo". Which instantly jumped into my brain and mutated into "Ore Banjo!"

Because Weeaboo Rednecks is the BEST mental image EVER when I'm half asleep.

"Gosh darn, that there lil' fella is just so kawaii!"

"Well bust mah britches an' call me streaker, that there seems more sugoi than kawaii!"

"... Well, shucks, you're right, Bubba-chan!"

... And then they're all gunned down by the machine nun from earlier. High caliber rounds, designed to make its targets holey.

Jim-Bob-Sama approves.
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ME4 should totally be about a slightly deranged space berserker, his pet miniature giant space hamster and possibly a sentient, snarky and homicidal sword - and together THEY FIGHT EVIL! GO FOR THE EYES, BOO, GO FOR THE EYES! YAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

... Minsc Effect. I'd play the -EFF!- out of that.
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An old grandfather is teaching his grandson about life.

"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

"Which wolf will win?" asks the grandson.

The old grandfather simply replied, "The one you feed."
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Inca Terns. With top hats and monocles because they already have the freakin' 'stache.
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Here's to an awesome 2013. ^^
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I wrote a shipfic once. It was the heart-rending, forbidden love story of a skiff and a frigate in a trans-atlantic relationship. In spite their braving the rocky waves of such a relationship, un-approving crews who just didn't get it and some steamy docking sequences, their romance was not to be. Alas, the fic had a tragic ending when they crashed into each other in kraken-infested water.
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I'd like to wish a very happy birthday to one of my best friends on this silly rock, the Legendary Hero of Pizza, Wielder of the Triforce of Pepperoni, Green Olives and Italian Sausage, the one and only Katie! ^^

May this year (and any subsequent year) of your life be full of awesomeness.
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It's that time again!

27 bloody years on this rock already and I'm still no where near figuring out my shape-shifting abilities or a way off the damn planet. Ah well. XD

Yesterday was pretty damn awesome. I woke up in the morning (after crashing around 3-something in the AM) and the 'rents and I headed off Up North to the Tel Dan nature reserve. Did a nice nature walk (it was all green and foresty and rivery and full of those little tree-tunnely kind of paths that my mother calls 'Elf Trails'. XD), following which we headed off and had lunch at an awesome Italian place. We proceeded to head back home from there, taking a stop or two along the way to obtain ingredients for Tiramisu (because I have this thing with Tiramisu and my birthdays, go fig) and black licorice (and a LOT of it. Another thing with me and birthdays XD). Got home, made the Tiramisus in question, and now I'm just about to crash.

Tomorrow, The traditional EPIC STEAK BIRTHDAY LUNCH. And The Hobbit. I don't know how the hell they managed to make THREE movies out of the bleeding Hobbit, but hey. Why not. ^^
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I've been on a huge TES kick lately (And it's all HL's fault. XD) and figured I'd give that game another fair try even though the first time I tried playing it it made me either fall asleep or want to punch the NPCs with a chainsaw. Well, the NPCs still look terrible and Skyrim certainly fixed a LOT of the issues the godawful leveling system had, but the game is actually fun.

My three characters from Morrowind, Oblivion and Skyrim have been rather active in my head lately - to the point that Sirocco n'Atreyium (Argonian Spellsword, Nerevarine, Telvanni Archmagister, Still alive and very snarky) and Amelie Lothaire (Breton Summoner, Heroine of Kvatch, Slightly Mental and Made of Adorable) have been, in my headcanon, joining the voyages of Leandros (Khajiit, Dragonborn Cat who Turns Into A Dog In His Spare Time) through Skyrim at various points. Occasionally, short drabbles happen. THIS, for example, happened as I was playing Oblivion and noticed a certain unusual tendency of an NPC that follows me, at the moment, around...

For Massive Damage

The Heroine of Kvatch sighed.

It may have been that the inability to do anything to protect his city from an Daedric invasion left Martin Septim with a protective streak tempered by guilt - a desire to ensure that he will never be powerless to protect someone ever again - but there was such a thing as being over-protective to a the point of being utterly ridiculous.

When the Priest-Who-Was-To-Be-Emperor suddenly stopped and commenced a bombardment of frost spells across a river, the Heroine of Kvatch had to admit that she was concerned. Readying a spell of summoning to be cast to the other bank of the river, the heroine prepared for battle, keeping an eye on the freezing bolts. Whatever their target was, she could not see it at all. Was it a cloaked assassin of the Mythic Dawn? Were they being followed?

Finally the barrage relented. The Heroine of Kvatch turned an inquisitive gaze to the priest - but she did not even have to ask.

"... I saw a mudcrab on the other bank." Martin explained, almost apologetically. "Loathsome creatures."

The Heroine of Kvatch stared at him for a moment in a stunned silence.

"Martin. It's a mudcrab. A perfectly harmless specimen of Carcinus luteus." she said "They're about as threatening as a pebble."

"That is exactly what they want you to think!" he exclaimed "That mudcrab could have been an agent of the Mythic Dawn and you KNOW IT."

The Heroine of Kvatch rested her hand flat across her face. Stress, she decided, did the strangest things to otherwise rational people.

At least, she hoped it was just the stress. The last thing Tamriel needed was another mad emperor.
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Back in 2003, I drew this picture of a Cliff Racer for no good reason beyond amusement and frustration at their very existence.

Today, I googled 'Cliff Racer' for the freck of it... and what comes up as one of the top image results?

Yup.

Seems the Eevee Chart has competition. XD
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It went a little something like this.

Cynthia: So are we going to battle or not?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Cynthia: Every time I'm about to get in a battle my KOKORO GOES DOKI DOKI-
Me: It's called cardiac arrhythmia. You should probably have that looked at.
Cynthia: Oh and my pokemon appear to be radiating happiness. THEY FEEL G...O...O...D.... WHAT ARE YOU?
Me: YOU CANNOT GRASP THE TRUE FORM OF-

BATTLE START!

Me: You know what, nevermind. I'm just glad to hear your battle theme. The last guy I fought had one that was severely meh.

ROUND ONE: Melchior (Volcarona M) VS Spiritomb (Ugly Bag of Mostly Spirits)

Spiritomb: Oh Meow?
Melchior: EVERYBODY DANCE NOW.
Spiritomb: S'cuse me, I can't hear you over the sound of my own double team.
Melchior: ... DIE IN A FIRE.
Spiritomb: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow... Must increase evasion even MORE...

Cynthia: FULL RESTORE!
Me: HAH! YOU TRIGGERED MY TRAP CARD!

Melchior: (Dancing Queen, Young and Sweet, Level 70.)
Spiritomb: Okay, uh, I'm all done healing and stuff?
Melchior: Excuse me, but I do believe I said DIE IN A FIRE!
Spiritomb: O________O Oh /meow/.

Spiritomb has fainted!

ROUND TWO: Excel (Haxorus F) VS Garchomp (Oshi, she's bringing out the big guns.)

Garchomp: HURR DURR DRAGON RUSH! >8U
Excel: Uh... You kind of missed me by a mile there.
Garchomp: ... I knew I should have taken that left turn at-
Excel: MY FACE IS A BATTLE AXE YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.

Garchomp has fainted!

Excel: That was anticlimatic.

ROUND THREE: Xenesthis (Galvantula F) VS Milotic (Amazonian Rainbow Death Eel, aka Sparkle Sparkle Bishie Fishie.)

Xenesthis: *Compoundeyes Thunder to the face*
Milotic: *Survives with HP in the yellow, shakes off the layer of carbonized ash, sparkles* Well I NEVER. HYDRO PUMP!
Xenesthis: ... Okay, that hurt a bit more than it should have. Ah well, One Energy Ball oughtta do it...
Milotic: *Hangs on by a sliver* HYDRO PUMP AGAIN.
Xenesthis: *still alive* OH NO YOU DIDN'T. KAMEHAME-NERGYBALL!
Milotic: ... meep.

Milotic has fainted!

ROUND FOUR: Excel (Haxorus F) VS Eelektross (Putting the "Lamp" in "Lamprey")

Eelektross: Fear my Null Earth Field! I have no weaknesses! I'M INVINCIBLE!
Excel: ... Mold Breaker. Your Levitate means NOTHING to me. NOTHING!
Eelektross: *noticing fissures on the ground* What the, Earthqua - HEY, I CALL HAX!

Eelektross has fainted!

Excel: *sunglasses* Hax-orus.
The Who: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

ROUND FIVE: Excel (Haxorus F) VS Lucario (Aura, ah-ah-ah, Roma, Roma Ma, Ga Ga Ooh La La, This Anthro's Wearing Pants.)

Excel: Okay, let's do this shi-
Lucario: DRAGON PULSE HADOUKEN YIP YIP YAP!
Excel: (smoke clears, revealing that she has survived with 10 HP and is extremely not amused) As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted... Earthquake.
Lucario: ... Well, I guess it's time to go to the great furcon in the sky...

Lucario has fainted!

ROUND SIX: Excel (Haxorus F) VS Braviary (It is America and So Can You!)

Cynthia: When was the last time I was pushed into a corner like this?
Me: D/P/Pt called, they want their line back!
Cynthia: BUT IT'S MY ONLY LIIIIIIIIIIIIINE ;-;
Excel: Let's end this quickly, then, shall we-
Braviary: *Shadow claws the last remaining 10 HP*

Excel has fainted!

Me: ... Okay, that did not go quite as planned...

ROUND SEVEN: Aegis (Carracosta M) VS Braviary (WARGLEWARGLEWARGLEWARGLEWARGLE!)

Aegis: ... Uh, Dude. I'm level 65. Are you nuts?! This bird is TEN LEVELS ABOVE ME. o-o
Me: It's a flying type. You're a rock type. This thing is all physical attacks and you have a defense from hell. Plus Cynthia forgot to give it Superpower. Now GET IN THERE AND BURY IT!
Cynthia: ... Should have thought of that...
Braviary: AMERICA, FUCK YEAH! *Brave Birds unceremoniously into Aegis and probably gives itself a slight concussion.*
Aegis: ... What was that? I think something hit me? Oh well. *Rock Slide*
Braviary: *Still reeling from the recoil* Ow... I should have thought this... *sees Rock Slide rolling its way* Through. X_X *Manages to barely survive.*
Cynthia: YOU HAVEN'T WON YET I'M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN
Me: ... you definitely need to get that looked at.
Braviary: MUST RISK LIFE FOR AMERICA. LEEEEEROYYYYYYYYY JENKIIIIIIIIIIIINS! *Brave Birds itself into yet another concussion*
Aegis: ... I'M A ROCK TYPE, YOU STUPID BIRD. ROCK. TYPE. SERIOUSLY. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF. *sighs, and Rock Slides the birdie out of its misery*.

Braviary has fainted!

VICTOLY!

Cynthia: ... Well that was fun. My heart is all over the place. You remind me of some guy who faced a giant dimensional tapeworm. Or was it a girl? I don't even. Changes every other tuesday. You must be Magic or some shit, I dunno. Anyway. I'm here all summer. And in spring. I'd like to see you again. I could wear my swimsuits. I can't decide if I want to wear the white one or the black one. Get it? It's a title drop.

Me: ... Miss Cynthia, are you trying to seduce me?

Cynthia: I'm just dying for company, that's all. All I ever get to talk to is this scary narcoleptic with a gravemind attached to her hair. ;-;

Me: You know, considering the canon age range of the playable characters you encounter, there are some who would consider you a rather questionable character.

Cynthia: At least I don't make them beat up preschoolers for my own personal amusement.

Me and Cynthia: Zing!

Alder: I hate you all. ;-;
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Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
There's a sound of distant drumming - just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway and a fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair.

A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
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So, many thanks to a certain Katsu, I spent the last few days watching Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

And it was awesome. MUCH better than I expected it would be as I couldn't get into the manga (though I loved the original series). Definitely worth a watch.

And I think I may have developed a huge thing for the fourth opening theme for no good reason. XD
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That Robin Hobb is freaking awesome. That's all there is to say on the matter.
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People who attach a ":3" to comments intended to be hurtful or passive-aggressive. I've dealt with enough of that shit to last me a lifetime.
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I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri Rock. I need scissors. SIXTY ONE!
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This one isn't hilarious, but something about the lyrics touched me.

Not Perfect

This is my Earth and I live in it
It'’s one third dirt and two thirds water
And it rotates and revolves through space, at rather an impressive pace
And never even messes up my hair
And here'’s the really weird thing: The force created by its spin
Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in...

This is my Earth and it'’s fine
It'’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It'’s not perfect... But it'’s mine.
It'’s not perfect...

This is my house and I live in it
It'’s made of cracks and photographs
We bought it from a guy, who bought it from a guy,
Who bought it from a guy whose granddad left it to him
And the weirdest thing is that this house has locks to keep the baddies out
But they'’re mostly used to lock ourselves in...

This is my house and it’'s fine
It'’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’'s not perfect... But it'’s mine.
It’s not perfect... But it's mine.

This is my body and I live in it
It'’s 35 and 6 months old
It’'s changed a lot since it was new, It’'s done stuff it wasn’'t built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me.

This is my body and it'’s fine
It’'s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’'s not perfect... But it'’s mine.
It'’s not perfect...

This is my brain and I live in it
It’'s made of love and bad song lyrics
It'’s tucked away behind my eyes, where all my fucked-up thoughts can hide
'cause God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weirdest thing about a mind is that every answer that you find
Is the basis of a brand new cliché...

This is my brain and it'’s fine
It'’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It'’s not perfect... But it'’s mine.
It’'s not perfect... But it'’s mine.
It’s not perfect... I'’m not quite sure I'’ve worked out how to work it....
It’'s not perfect...

But it'’s mine.

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