Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
I'll close my eyes, then I won't see
The love you don't feel when you're holding me
Morning will come and I'll do what's right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
-Pat Benatar, I think. Not sure. I knew a few days ago, don't anymore. The V8s do a cover of it that's positively yummy, though.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Monday, November 24, 2003
It was the shocked silence that got to him, in the end. He'd gotten used to hearing more than just quiet in his silences after meeting Shateiel; every silence had its own identity and emotions. The current one was decidedly shocked and more than a little alarmed. He looked up from the paper to meet the confused stare of his brother.
"What is your problem, Tyler? You look like I've started killing squirrells again." He took a sip of his tea; it was some strange new herbal blend of Len's; he'd have to ask her for some if he was ever allowed to leave.
"You're smiling. You never smile- or at least, you don't anymore and even when you used to smile, you definitely never smiled in the morning. Hell, I don't think you even saw ten o'clock back then on a good day! What happened?"
Dei rolled his eyes but could keep his somewhat restrained smile from breaking into a halfway silly grin. "Met a girl last night." He offered no further information than that, and casually turned the page.
"You what?" The silence had fled to more hospitable climes and Tyler wasn't letting him off the hook for anything, now. "You? A girl? What?"
"Oi. Just because some people aren't as comfortable with their sexuality as the rest of us doesn't mean you can still make stupid assumptions. I can still kick your ass on a bad day without caffeine and you know it." It really was excellent tea. Len had probably imported it from Hell.
Tyler made a noise that was halfway between a growl and a sneeze. "I'm quite comfortable with my sexuality, thank you very much- although frankly, it's more than a little irrelevant in my case for obvious reasons. And you didn't answer my question, Dei."
"There was a question there? I thought you were merely expressing disbelief over the existence of my social life."
"Damnit, stop that! And tell me what happened or I'll- I'll hide all the tea and tell everyone you're cut off for the rest of the month!" Tyler's fist crashed down on the table, rattling cups and spoons.
Dei wrapped his hand around his mug protectively and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You wouldn't dare."
"Don't try me."
Another silence filled in the space between them, tense and challenging and slightly absurd.
Tyler broke first, as he always did; he'd been a poster child for ADD all his life. "I'll find out eventually, you know. You can't hide anything from anyone here." For a moment he looked mournful. "Believe me, I've tried."
Dei shrugged. "Suit yourself. Pass the teapot?"
Tyler wordlessly handed it over, and they both went back to their breakfasts.
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Um. Silliness. I've come to accept the fact that this story is going to be told over tea no matter what I do. The characters realize it too, and they think it's rather ridiculous. They're threatening to move to England and speak with cheesy accents.
Don't know what Dei is doing having breakfast with Tyler; they're all probably nearing seventy or eighty by this point, and Dei has gotten most of the angst out of his system. Being immortal is still more of a novelty than a burden, but I'm sure that'll change and Dei will return to his regularly scheduled angsting.
I can let him be silly and happy occasionally, though. Poor Tyler; I don't like him half as much as I should, especially after all the crap I've piled on him. He just doesn't get a break, ever.
Hum. I ought to go to sleep...On a side note, Saiyuki? Wow. That's some sheer silliness, right there.
A monk, a pig, a monkey, and a water demon walk into a bar...and are immediately accosted by hordes of angry demons, forcing them to open up a can o' whoopass and spread the love. I can't decide who I like more; Sanzo is exceedingly badass and disgustingly pretty (that thing he wears under his robes? Mmm, leather.) and hilarious in his grouchy anti-Buddha-ness; Goku is just plain amusing; Gojyo is not only badass, tragic, and far too pretty, but he's a kappa as well, and that's just nifty; Hakkai...um...yeah. Hakkai would be the dictionary definition of "kickass! cool". No, really.
Yeah, I guess Hakkai would be my favorite...but he's got a dragon that turns into a Jeep! And he's badass, but he's a polite badass- and I'm not even going to touch that tragic past. He also wears a monocle as a result of that tragic past and not because the character designs are on acid. *coughcoughgluhencoughcough*
Yay, Saiyuki. It's not Mirage of Blaze, but it'll do for the time being. I also still need to watch Hellsing, because the music is fun and Alucard? Whoa. Vampires on crack. Who knew?
"What is your problem, Tyler? You look like I've started killing squirrells again." He took a sip of his tea; it was some strange new herbal blend of Len's; he'd have to ask her for some if he was ever allowed to leave.
"You're smiling. You never smile- or at least, you don't anymore and even when you used to smile, you definitely never smiled in the morning. Hell, I don't think you even saw ten o'clock back then on a good day! What happened?"
Dei rolled his eyes but could keep his somewhat restrained smile from breaking into a halfway silly grin. "Met a girl last night." He offered no further information than that, and casually turned the page.
"You what?" The silence had fled to more hospitable climes and Tyler wasn't letting him off the hook for anything, now. "You? A girl? What?"
"Oi. Just because some people aren't as comfortable with their sexuality as the rest of us doesn't mean you can still make stupid assumptions. I can still kick your ass on a bad day without caffeine and you know it." It really was excellent tea. Len had probably imported it from Hell.
Tyler made a noise that was halfway between a growl and a sneeze. "I'm quite comfortable with my sexuality, thank you very much- although frankly, it's more than a little irrelevant in my case for obvious reasons. And you didn't answer my question, Dei."
"There was a question there? I thought you were merely expressing disbelief over the existence of my social life."
"Damnit, stop that! And tell me what happened or I'll- I'll hide all the tea and tell everyone you're cut off for the rest of the month!" Tyler's fist crashed down on the table, rattling cups and spoons.
Dei wrapped his hand around his mug protectively and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You wouldn't dare."
"Don't try me."
Another silence filled in the space between them, tense and challenging and slightly absurd.
Tyler broke first, as he always did; he'd been a poster child for ADD all his life. "I'll find out eventually, you know. You can't hide anything from anyone here." For a moment he looked mournful. "Believe me, I've tried."
Dei shrugged. "Suit yourself. Pass the teapot?"
Tyler wordlessly handed it over, and they both went back to their breakfasts.
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Um. Silliness. I've come to accept the fact that this story is going to be told over tea no matter what I do. The characters realize it too, and they think it's rather ridiculous. They're threatening to move to England and speak with cheesy accents.
Don't know what Dei is doing having breakfast with Tyler; they're all probably nearing seventy or eighty by this point, and Dei has gotten most of the angst out of his system. Being immortal is still more of a novelty than a burden, but I'm sure that'll change and Dei will return to his regularly scheduled angsting.
I can let him be silly and happy occasionally, though. Poor Tyler; I don't like him half as much as I should, especially after all the crap I've piled on him. He just doesn't get a break, ever.
Hum. I ought to go to sleep...On a side note, Saiyuki? Wow. That's some sheer silliness, right there.
A monk, a pig, a monkey, and a water demon walk into a bar...and are immediately accosted by hordes of angry demons, forcing them to open up a can o' whoopass and spread the love. I can't decide who I like more; Sanzo is exceedingly badass and disgustingly pretty (that thing he wears under his robes? Mmm, leather.) and hilarious in his grouchy anti-Buddha-ness; Goku is just plain amusing; Gojyo is not only badass, tragic, and far too pretty, but he's a kappa as well, and that's just nifty; Hakkai...um...yeah. Hakkai would be the dictionary definition of "kickass! cool". No, really.
Yeah, I guess Hakkai would be my favorite...but he's got a dragon that turns into a Jeep! And he's badass, but he's a polite badass- and I'm not even going to touch that tragic past. He also wears a monocle as a result of that tragic past and not because the character designs are on acid. *coughcoughgluhencoughcough*
Yay, Saiyuki. It's not Mirage of Blaze, but it'll do for the time being. I also still need to watch Hellsing, because the music is fun and Alucard? Whoa. Vampires on crack. Who knew?
Saturday, November 22, 2003
I just remembered...I dreamed of Serena the other day. It's been over a year, you know- I'd forgotten, but "Winter" ended up on my playlist...and a few weeks ago, they were playing Tori Amos in Blanchard. "Winter", of course.
I'd forgotten until now, but I had a dream the other day, and I saw her again. I pretended not to know her, because I wasn't sure she'd forgive me for forgetting her.
Shouldn't have surprised me; I seem to do that a lot. Better to run away and forget than face the past, ne?
Sometimes I hate my subconscious. Sometimes I hate it a lot.
*sigh*
I'd forgotten until now, but I had a dream the other day, and I saw her again. I pretended not to know her, because I wasn't sure she'd forgive me for forgetting her.
Shouldn't have surprised me; I seem to do that a lot. Better to run away and forget than face the past, ne?
Sometimes I hate my subconscious. Sometimes I hate it a lot.
*sigh*
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Damnit, that just isn't fair. *sigh* Ishin-digital only fansubbed the first six episodes of MoB. So I have a very nice, high quality .avi of episode seven...and I have no idea what's going on, aside from the fact that the Reincarnates should forget exorcism and just set the fashion police on Kousaka...and towards the end of the episode Naoe makes a very long and probably important speech, and then pins Takaya to a wall, evidently prepared to have his wicked way with him...only he doesn't (alas) becuase there has to be far more angst and there's no way they could possibly get together before the twelf episode at the very earliest.
I'm just pissed because the only word I could pick out of Naoe's speech at the end was "I". There were a lot of sentences beginning with "I". *sigh* Yeah. Double plus unfair. How dare they liscence the show in the US before the fansubbers finished with it! *weeping* So now I'll have to wait until January, probably, before I can see the rest of it. I could buy the DVDs separately, since they're actually fairly reasonably priced online, but I don't feel like spending $90 on four DVDs when I could conceivably only spend $50 or so on the boxset which will not only give me the whole series, but a nifty box, too. And I'm all for nifty boxes, y'know? The volume 1 box came with stickers. *sigh* It just kinda sucks, though. A lot. Really.
*sulks* I suppose my next series will be The Big O...maybe. Or Nazca, I should really finish watching Nazca. 'Cuz, y'know, it's really just Mirage of Blaze without the gay...and with more spandex. *grin* Too bad I dislike Megumi Hayashibara for destroying Faye in Bebop. Alas. She's far more suited to Yuka, I suppose. Maybe I'll watch Lost Universe, or Utena (though I have objections to that series on it's sheer freaks-me-out factor). Or Star Ocean! Yesss...because, I mean, Ashton. Yay.
I could always try out Gluhen, until the new Schwarz designs make me stab my eyes out with a spork. I don't think I want to let them grow on me; I've formed my own preconceived notions of what the characters are like (and especially what Schwarz is like) and I don't need some strange variation corrupting my idea of what is good and right and true.
Yay, sharp corners and classic style windows! Yay!
Someone needs to make a Sympathy for the Devil Bebop amv. Starring Vicious. Mmm, Vicious. The James Bond one is so amazingly kickass cool it makes me splee. "Bond. James Bond." "Do you expect me to talk?" "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!"
I'm just pissed because the only word I could pick out of Naoe's speech at the end was "I". There were a lot of sentences beginning with "I". *sigh* Yeah. Double plus unfair. How dare they liscence the show in the US before the fansubbers finished with it! *weeping* So now I'll have to wait until January, probably, before I can see the rest of it. I could buy the DVDs separately, since they're actually fairly reasonably priced online, but I don't feel like spending $90 on four DVDs when I could conceivably only spend $50 or so on the boxset which will not only give me the whole series, but a nifty box, too. And I'm all for nifty boxes, y'know? The volume 1 box came with stickers. *sigh* It just kinda sucks, though. A lot. Really.
*sulks* I suppose my next series will be The Big O...maybe. Or Nazca, I should really finish watching Nazca. 'Cuz, y'know, it's really just Mirage of Blaze without the gay...and with more spandex. *grin* Too bad I dislike Megumi Hayashibara for destroying Faye in Bebop. Alas. She's far more suited to Yuka, I suppose. Maybe I'll watch Lost Universe, or Utena (though I have objections to that series on it's sheer freaks-me-out factor). Or Star Ocean! Yesss...because, I mean, Ashton. Yay.
I could always try out Gluhen, until the new Schwarz designs make me stab my eyes out with a spork. I don't think I want to let them grow on me; I've formed my own preconceived notions of what the characters are like (and especially what Schwarz is like) and I don't need some strange variation corrupting my idea of what is good and right and true.
Yay, sharp corners and classic style windows! Yay!
Someone needs to make a Sympathy for the Devil Bebop amv. Starring Vicious. Mmm, Vicious. The James Bond one is so amazingly kickass cool it makes me splee. "Bond. James Bond." "Do you expect me to talk?" "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!"
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Eeew, Marissa is a skanky ho!
Water is a happy thing, as are those really strange cookie/brownie/cream cheese monstrosity things. Yummy. The OC is also a happy thing, even with its bad acting and overaged characters and excessive drama.
Oh, dear god. Seth shenannigans! I can kind of see the Summer appeal; she babbles just like Seth, but she's just so. feckin'. annoying. Anna's starting to grate on me, too...and Marissa is still a skanky ho, which basically leaves the only worthwhile female character...Kirsten. Who's an adult, so she doesn't exactly count.
Ah, drama. Angst. Shenannigans! Heh.
Eeew, skanky ho Marissa, stop groping Ryan. Ick.
I mean, can you blame me for wanting to slash Seth and Ryan when the only other love interests are Marissa, Summer, and Anna? Not that Anna isn't cool, but she's really not developed beyond her love of comic books and other things Geeky. Again, only seen three episodes, but I still just find her voice annoying.
I'm not being obsessive anymore...but I am still greatly amused by the whole thing.
Water is a happy thing, as are those really strange cookie/brownie/cream cheese monstrosity things. Yummy. The OC is also a happy thing, even with its bad acting and overaged characters and excessive drama.
Oh, dear god. Seth shenannigans! I can kind of see the Summer appeal; she babbles just like Seth, but she's just so. feckin'. annoying. Anna's starting to grate on me, too...and Marissa is still a skanky ho, which basically leaves the only worthwhile female character...Kirsten. Who's an adult, so she doesn't exactly count.
Ah, drama. Angst. Shenannigans! Heh.
Eeew, skanky ho Marissa, stop groping Ryan. Ick.
I mean, can you blame me for wanting to slash Seth and Ryan when the only other love interests are Marissa, Summer, and Anna? Not that Anna isn't cool, but she's really not developed beyond her love of comic books and other things Geeky. Again, only seen three episodes, but I still just find her voice annoying.
I'm not being obsessive anymore...but I am still greatly amused by the whole thing.
One might almost think I was trying to kill myself. Really.
Running a low-grade fever right now- only about 100, maybe 101 but certainly no higher.
And you know why I'm running a low grade fever? Because I haven't had anything to drink all day, aside from a single odwalla in the afternoon.
See, the thing with that is that me and the dehydration thing? So not working. At least two liters of water/fluid a day, otherwise I end up with some nasty sinus headaches, fever, generalized malaise, and possibly internal bleeding but they never actually diagnosed that. I can get away with a liter and a half, but 450 mL? Not gonna happen. Not when I'm just recovering from the mess that was last week, and the mess that has been this whole month. Keep in mind that I still have a dozen or so bottles of water under my bed; I just haven't gotten any out. There's even some water left in a bottle on my desk, within arms reach. To top it all off, it's raining again, so I could just sit outside and absorb water through my skin. That helps, even if it's not quite as satisfying as actually drinking anything. (Fun fact: a fifteen minute shower or bath is about the equivalent of 8oz of water. So theoretically, if you stayed in the tub for two hours, you'd fill your fluid quota for the day.)
Y'know how sometimes you get so hungry the thought of food makes you sick? Yeah. That, and my mouth is stuck shut. >_< Please, feel free to call me an idiot.
(This is me being dramatic an fishing for pity that I most certainly don't deserve. Ignore it.)
In other news, since I'm being self destructive, I haven't been getting much done, aside from the excessive watching of music videos and anime. Go me, with the productivity. I think I'll just copy my collection of amvs to CD and hand it out to people, cuz I've got way too many that everyone needs to see. Like the Bebop/James Bond one. Oooh, shiny. And the Bebop/Gorillaz one. Ooooh, Ed. (Way too much Bebop, without a doubt.) And then there's my half a dozen Final Fantasy AMVs, all of which achieve varying levels of shininess, but the O Fortuna remix kicks the ass of all of them. I mean, damn. That's some hot shit, right there.
I've also decided that I must own the FFAnthology, for the sole purpose of seeing the intro and ending fmv of FFVI. 'Cuz now that I've seen clips, I must see the whole thing. It's necessary for my continued existance. (Sadly, the FMV CD seller on ebay doesn't have any of the earlier FF stuff...but I am bidding on a VII, VIII, and IX CD so I can take as many screen caps as my heart desires.
Mirage of Blaze? Still sucking out my soul. Aside from its sheer pretty-factor and twisty, historical referencing plot, it's got reincarnation, and we all know I'm all for that. The characters are wonderful (I'm still cracking up over the fact that the most interesting female character was originally a man) and there's some snarky cynical humor that's just spiffy (can you tell I'm bordering on incoherency? Cuz I am. Dehydration, you know.) and hey, it's got teh gay, so what more do you need? (Because, as we all know, het is icky.)
Heh. Naoe is cool, though Chiaki/Nagahide is definitely the most badass for reasons that I can't exactly articulate. He brings me outrageous joy, and he's not even one of the main characters. Takaya brings me joy as well, cuz he knows he's in love with Naoe and just won't admit it to himself. *shakes head* Ah, repression. And angst! Takaya definitely has the market cornered on unrealized angst- he'd be wallowing if he could just get over that whole amnesia thing. Instead, he snarks, which is even better.
I've hit the halfway point without getting much of a feel for the Evil; there's Kousaka, he of the purple lipstick and excessively shiny pants, and then there's Ranmaru of the squeaky-clean underclassman 'look at me I could double as Aziraphale'. Seriously. I find it hard to respect the evil when one of them wears make up and the other looks like he's twelve, not when the good is so ridiculously sexy and badass (ignoring, for the time being, Chiaki's silly ponytail and Yuzuru's disgusting niceness).
Yeah. I'll just be obsession over here, you can ignore me...think I'll probably get to changing the layout soon, now that I've figured out how to make it work in netscape. *rolls eyes* The yellow is getting to me, though. Something in green next, I think. Hmm...
Running a low-grade fever right now- only about 100, maybe 101 but certainly no higher.
And you know why I'm running a low grade fever? Because I haven't had anything to drink all day, aside from a single odwalla in the afternoon.
See, the thing with that is that me and the dehydration thing? So not working. At least two liters of water/fluid a day, otherwise I end up with some nasty sinus headaches, fever, generalized malaise, and possibly internal bleeding but they never actually diagnosed that. I can get away with a liter and a half, but 450 mL? Not gonna happen. Not when I'm just recovering from the mess that was last week, and the mess that has been this whole month. Keep in mind that I still have a dozen or so bottles of water under my bed; I just haven't gotten any out. There's even some water left in a bottle on my desk, within arms reach. To top it all off, it's raining again, so I could just sit outside and absorb water through my skin. That helps, even if it's not quite as satisfying as actually drinking anything. (Fun fact: a fifteen minute shower or bath is about the equivalent of 8oz of water. So theoretically, if you stayed in the tub for two hours, you'd fill your fluid quota for the day.)
Y'know how sometimes you get so hungry the thought of food makes you sick? Yeah. That, and my mouth is stuck shut. >_< Please, feel free to call me an idiot.
(This is me being dramatic an fishing for pity that I most certainly don't deserve. Ignore it.)
In other news, since I'm being self destructive, I haven't been getting much done, aside from the excessive watching of music videos and anime. Go me, with the productivity. I think I'll just copy my collection of amvs to CD and hand it out to people, cuz I've got way too many that everyone needs to see. Like the Bebop/James Bond one. Oooh, shiny. And the Bebop/Gorillaz one. Ooooh, Ed. (Way too much Bebop, without a doubt.) And then there's my half a dozen Final Fantasy AMVs, all of which achieve varying levels of shininess, but the O Fortuna remix kicks the ass of all of them. I mean, damn. That's some hot shit, right there.
I've also decided that I must own the FFAnthology, for the sole purpose of seeing the intro and ending fmv of FFVI. 'Cuz now that I've seen clips, I must see the whole thing. It's necessary for my continued existance. (Sadly, the FMV CD seller on ebay doesn't have any of the earlier FF stuff...but I am bidding on a VII, VIII, and IX CD so I can take as many screen caps as my heart desires.
Mirage of Blaze? Still sucking out my soul. Aside from its sheer pretty-factor and twisty, historical referencing plot, it's got reincarnation, and we all know I'm all for that. The characters are wonderful (I'm still cracking up over the fact that the most interesting female character was originally a man) and there's some snarky cynical humor that's just spiffy (can you tell I'm bordering on incoherency? Cuz I am. Dehydration, you know.) and hey, it's got teh gay, so what more do you need? (Because, as we all know, het is icky.)
Heh. Naoe is cool, though Chiaki/Nagahide is definitely the most badass for reasons that I can't exactly articulate. He brings me outrageous joy, and he's not even one of the main characters. Takaya brings me joy as well, cuz he knows he's in love with Naoe and just won't admit it to himself. *shakes head* Ah, repression. And angst! Takaya definitely has the market cornered on unrealized angst- he'd be wallowing if he could just get over that whole amnesia thing. Instead, he snarks, which is even better.
I've hit the halfway point without getting much of a feel for the Evil; there's Kousaka, he of the purple lipstick and excessively shiny pants, and then there's Ranmaru of the squeaky-clean underclassman 'look at me I could double as Aziraphale'. Seriously. I find it hard to respect the evil when one of them wears make up and the other looks like he's twelve, not when the good is so ridiculously sexy and badass (ignoring, for the time being, Chiaki's silly ponytail and Yuzuru's disgusting niceness).
Yeah. I'll just be obsession over here, you can ignore me...think I'll probably get to changing the layout soon, now that I've figured out how to make it work in netscape. *rolls eyes* The yellow is getting to me, though. Something in green next, I think. Hmm...
You are starch. You are rigid, opinionated, hard-
willed and not too friendly about it. You keep
people out of places, or you keep them in, and
without you a lot of things would collapse.
hopefully you'll never have the authority to
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That's truer than it isn't, really.
Jesus fuck I hate the rain. I hate November. Hate hate hate.
Huh. Yes, I am a music video addict. I dunno if I've mentioned it before, but "Stress", Jim's Big Ego? Wonderful, wonderful song, and I love it and don't understand why no one else seems to share my enthusiasm for it. It's also the perfect Spike/Bebop song. It just is. Listen, and you'll see. And it suddenly hit me one day that Stress would make an awesome Bebop amv.
Lo and behold, someone actually made one. And it's great. *happyhappy*
Then there's the MoB amv to "Possession", which really just makes me wish I had the whole series now, instead of just the first five episodes. It only gets prettier. *drool*
And, continuing in my quest to recreate the musical atmosphere of my middle school and early high school experience, I've got an FFVIII amv to "Everything You Want", starring Squall and Rinoa. Ick, I know, but it's pretty and it works pretty well with them. (Works better with Squall and Seifer, but whatever...)
"Bittersweet Symphony" and Bebop go together pretty well too...but it's just kinda random.
Nothing beats "Right Now", Asuka the Black Knight, or Men in Black, but still. I'm rather pleased with my little collection of amvs. They make me happy.
I'm just hoping that whoever did Devil Went Down to Georgia to Trigun did a good job; it's taking a while to download.
Someone needs to explain to people that no, Jewel does not go with Cowboy Bebop, and no, Shinji and Asuka are not a match made in Heaven. Seriously. Cuz, dude, that's just sick. (And we all know Shinji and Kaworu are really soulmates, anyway.)
The tendency to pair Samurai X with excessively dramatic bits of music (Transiberian's Carol of the Bells, O Fortuna, Duel of the Fates, Liberi Fatali...) amuses me.
I so should not have downloaded the Evangelion/Doom Song amv. That was just...wrong. Horribly, terribly, immensely wrong. And I'm sure I could've done better, had I the software. But...wrongness.
Inu Yasha is far too popular; I don't know why I dislike it so intensely, but I do. Prolly has something to do with the fact that it *is* so popular, and has run for multiple seasons and is basically a 'monster of the week' kind of show. That annoys me. Yah, yah, I know it has a plot, but Kagome irritates me and Inu Yasha himself pisses me off more than he should. *shrug*
Mmm, Papa Roach and Final Fantasy are a yummy combination. And when you think about it, as girly as he is, Kuja is really the most successful badass villain since Golbez. I mean, you kill Sephiroth before he does too much, and Seifer is never more than a miniboss, but Trance Kuja not only has style, but he's mean and he kicks some serious ass.
I am far too addicted to these things...
Floundering again. We'll see if I make it home in one piece, with my gpa still intact.
Lo and behold, someone actually made one. And it's great. *happyhappy*
Then there's the MoB amv to "Possession", which really just makes me wish I had the whole series now, instead of just the first five episodes. It only gets prettier. *drool*
And, continuing in my quest to recreate the musical atmosphere of my middle school and early high school experience, I've got an FFVIII amv to "Everything You Want", starring Squall and Rinoa. Ick, I know, but it's pretty and it works pretty well with them. (Works better with Squall and Seifer, but whatever...)
"Bittersweet Symphony" and Bebop go together pretty well too...but it's just kinda random.
Nothing beats "Right Now", Asuka the Black Knight, or Men in Black, but still. I'm rather pleased with my little collection of amvs. They make me happy.
I'm just hoping that whoever did Devil Went Down to Georgia to Trigun did a good job; it's taking a while to download.
Someone needs to explain to people that no, Jewel does not go with Cowboy Bebop, and no, Shinji and Asuka are not a match made in Heaven. Seriously. Cuz, dude, that's just sick. (And we all know Shinji and Kaworu are really soulmates, anyway.)
The tendency to pair Samurai X with excessively dramatic bits of music (Transiberian's Carol of the Bells, O Fortuna, Duel of the Fates, Liberi Fatali...) amuses me.
I so should not have downloaded the Evangelion/Doom Song amv. That was just...wrong. Horribly, terribly, immensely wrong. And I'm sure I could've done better, had I the software. But...wrongness.
Inu Yasha is far too popular; I don't know why I dislike it so intensely, but I do. Prolly has something to do with the fact that it *is* so popular, and has run for multiple seasons and is basically a 'monster of the week' kind of show. That annoys me. Yah, yah, I know it has a plot, but Kagome irritates me and Inu Yasha himself pisses me off more than he should. *shrug*
Mmm, Papa Roach and Final Fantasy are a yummy combination. And when you think about it, as girly as he is, Kuja is really the most successful badass villain since Golbez. I mean, you kill Sephiroth before he does too much, and Seifer is never more than a miniboss, but Trance Kuja not only has style, but he's mean and he kicks some serious ass.
I am far too addicted to these things...
Floundering again. We'll see if I make it home in one piece, with my gpa still intact.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
D'oh. That's what I get for trying to make this thing mulit-browser friendly. JUST USE IE, DAMNIT! SUCCUMB TO THE EVIL.
*sigh* Or, just don't use netscape or mozilla. That works, too.
The OC screencaps and transcripts came from here.
*sigh* Or, just don't use netscape or mozilla. That works, too.
The OC screencaps and transcripts came from here.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Doctors annoy me- this isn't in response to anything lately, just things in general.
"Blood? Ah, so was the blood bright red?"
"Um, yes?"
"Hmm."
And what does that mean? Is it good? Is it bad? Why don't they tell you? Nrrrg.
Finally got hungry- that's a happy thing. Ate some bread. Now regretting it. *sigh* I'll stop giving updates of my general health, I promise.
Anyway. Watching Sixteen Candles right now. I need to see if Squeaky's ever seen this movie, cuz dude. He's Anthony Michael Hall, down to the dancing and the facial expressions. Seriously. Those are the exact dance movies he did on the band trip. They're exactly the same, and it's kinda frightening. Only Squeaky seems to lack the sex drive. *rolling of the eyes*
"Hey, a lot can happen over a year. I mean, you can come back next year as a completely normal person."
Huzzah for anime. Filling in the gaps of my Weiss Kreuz experience; just got through episode six, working on episode seven. Silly Aya, she's not your sister, stop thinking dirty thoughts about her. ...Actually, stop thinking dirty thoughts about your sister, too. Cuz that's just wrong, man. (So screwed up, they're all just so screwed up- compared to the good guys, the bad guys are practically normal. ...Well, maybe not Farfarello. But you know what I mean.) Also going to work my way through the first episode or two of Mirage of Blaze; I will get the boxset, when it comes out, but for now I'll just refresh my memory with the first two episodes. It'll probably be seven DVDs in the end, and that's going to be more than a little pricey, if the boxset of Trigun is any indication. Alas. But it's preeeety. *sigh* Ah well. Can't wait til I get to the eps of Weiss with Schwarz and Schrient in them. Huzzah, evil!
Tina's going to Amherst; I'm sticking to my plan of not getting out of bed; I did watch three episodes of Buffy, though. It's good to be a loser, sometimes. Later on, we'll be watching MST3K, 'cuz that's what you do when you're a big dork surrounded by a bunch of other big dorks. :)
At the moment I am reading The OC transcripts, and looking at screencaps. Oh, adorableness. Oh, how I hate Marissa. Oh, how I *heart* Seth. And Ryan? With the spoon? Dude. Just- dude. I know this is going to be one of those obsessions that will ultimately disappoint me, but y'know what? It's fun for the time being. Ah, teen drama. It's Fox's response to WB and Everwood (another show I really ought to watch more of, as it's not quite so much with the ridiculous drama).
Heh. Justice league is being very Illuminatus! and Lovecraftian right now. I am amused. Totally Lovecraftian. Hee. Call of Cthulhu, anyone?
Have added On the Road to my J-term reading list...damn this show! I've gone into full out obsession mode. *sigh* All so I can read more slash and find out why there seem to be people who actually like Summer.
"Blood? Ah, so was the blood bright red?"
"Um, yes?"
"Hmm."
And what does that mean? Is it good? Is it bad? Why don't they tell you? Nrrrg.
Finally got hungry- that's a happy thing. Ate some bread. Now regretting it. *sigh* I'll stop giving updates of my general health, I promise.
Anyway. Watching Sixteen Candles right now. I need to see if Squeaky's ever seen this movie, cuz dude. He's Anthony Michael Hall, down to the dancing and the facial expressions. Seriously. Those are the exact dance movies he did on the band trip. They're exactly the same, and it's kinda frightening. Only Squeaky seems to lack the sex drive. *rolling of the eyes*
"Hey, a lot can happen over a year. I mean, you can come back next year as a completely normal person."
Huzzah for anime. Filling in the gaps of my Weiss Kreuz experience; just got through episode six, working on episode seven. Silly Aya, she's not your sister, stop thinking dirty thoughts about her. ...Actually, stop thinking dirty thoughts about your sister, too. Cuz that's just wrong, man. (So screwed up, they're all just so screwed up- compared to the good guys, the bad guys are practically normal. ...Well, maybe not Farfarello. But you know what I mean.) Also going to work my way through the first episode or two of Mirage of Blaze; I will get the boxset, when it comes out, but for now I'll just refresh my memory with the first two episodes. It'll probably be seven DVDs in the end, and that's going to be more than a little pricey, if the boxset of Trigun is any indication. Alas. But it's preeeety. *sigh* Ah well. Can't wait til I get to the eps of Weiss with Schwarz and Schrient in them. Huzzah, evil!
Tina's going to Amherst; I'm sticking to my plan of not getting out of bed; I did watch three episodes of Buffy, though. It's good to be a loser, sometimes. Later on, we'll be watching MST3K, 'cuz that's what you do when you're a big dork surrounded by a bunch of other big dorks. :)
At the moment I am reading The OC transcripts, and looking at screencaps. Oh, adorableness. Oh, how I hate Marissa. Oh, how I *heart* Seth. And Ryan? With the spoon? Dude. Just- dude. I know this is going to be one of those obsessions that will ultimately disappoint me, but y'know what? It's fun for the time being. Ah, teen drama. It's Fox's response to WB and Everwood (another show I really ought to watch more of, as it's not quite so much with the ridiculous drama).
Heh. Justice league is being very Illuminatus! and Lovecraftian right now. I am amused. Totally Lovecraftian. Hee. Call of Cthulhu, anyone?
Have added On the Road to my J-term reading list...damn this show! I've gone into full out obsession mode. *sigh* All so I can read more slash and find out why there seem to be people who actually like Summer.
Perry, stop molesting Virgil.
...Yes, I know he likes it, and so does Nova, but dude. Public place. And that is so taking advantage of him when he's angsting. You know he can't be held responsible for his actions when he's angsting. And what the hell are you wearing, you eccentric little fuck?
*rolls eyes* I swear, this lot is going to be the death of me. Have given up any and all hope of finishing the damn thing; I'm about fifteen thousand words behind, it's almost noon, and I've decided that getting out of bed is overrated.
I've also been reading way too much OC fanfic. My speech and thought patterns tend to mirror whatever I've been reading too much of- so I now have a rather distinctive Seth-voice in my head. Fucking annoying, really.
Finally filled the mother in on random details...I'll probably see a doctor over thanksgiving- until then, I'll just have to deal with things.
So not getting out of bed today. I've discovered I don't even need to eat anymore. Ah, the benefits of a fucked up metabolism.
I shouldn't be blogging right now, not when my head doesn't feel screwed on right. I should be writing, I should be doing homework, I should be reading...I should be finding other anime to pirate, I should be watching the Harry Potter trailer again (replayed the Snape-boggle scene about four times; is it me, or is Alan Rickman just really, really hot in that trailer?), I should be doing just about anything but what I'm doing right now, which is talking about what I should be doing.
Whoa. Need to read Anne Rice or Chris Moore to counteract the crack. It's starting to give me a headache.
*le sigh* Dropped sociology out of my schedule, took english 200 instead. Haven't handed in my five college transfer form yet, but i did hand in the j-term thing, so I am now taking Sappho's Muse. Oh, craziness.
But Sappho was cool, y'know? I mean, obviously all erotic lesbian poets of ancient Greece are cool, though I'm sure I'd have a different opinion if it weren't for all the Sappho jokes the father cracked during junior year. *rolling of eyes*
There are too many stories in my head right now- ADG is sucking away my soul, and the characters are even more badly behaved than the characters from DDD (you'd think that Leto wouldn't have much competition, but no, it seems he does). GA needs to be updated, it really does; by the end of the month I'll have several new pages. That might be the easiest way to do it, really; update once a month with four to six pages. Hrm. I could handle just two stories, but D20 is also sucking away my soul, because Spots and Meg and Mark have made the transition to the Urban Arcana setting far too easily.
*sigh* Saw Top Girls last night- very cool play. Very cool indeed. I didn't get the ending, either, but I don't think many people did. Loved the opening scene, though, with the dinner party- "top girls" of every age. Pope Joan was my favorite, with her forgotten Latin and bloody red gloves.
Watched Indiana Jones, too, which was a very happy thing. Fell asleep at the very end, though; completely missed the Evil!Elsa thing, but many Nazi jokes were made, so it's all good.
Tina is still asleep, which isn't like her. It's past noon, now; I wonder what's for lunch. ...Hm. Nothing worth eating. Alas.
Molly still has my tablet. Huh. Not that she isn't welcome to it; I'm just greatly amused by her general glee. I think, maybe, that I will make myself some soup. But that would require getting out of bed.
Ah, well.
...Yes, I know he likes it, and so does Nova, but dude. Public place. And that is so taking advantage of him when he's angsting. You know he can't be held responsible for his actions when he's angsting. And what the hell are you wearing, you eccentric little fuck?
*rolls eyes* I swear, this lot is going to be the death of me. Have given up any and all hope of finishing the damn thing; I'm about fifteen thousand words behind, it's almost noon, and I've decided that getting out of bed is overrated.
I've also been reading way too much OC fanfic. My speech and thought patterns tend to mirror whatever I've been reading too much of- so I now have a rather distinctive Seth-voice in my head. Fucking annoying, really.
Finally filled the mother in on random details...I'll probably see a doctor over thanksgiving- until then, I'll just have to deal with things.
So not getting out of bed today. I've discovered I don't even need to eat anymore. Ah, the benefits of a fucked up metabolism.
I shouldn't be blogging right now, not when my head doesn't feel screwed on right. I should be writing, I should be doing homework, I should be reading...I should be finding other anime to pirate, I should be watching the Harry Potter trailer again (replayed the Snape-boggle scene about four times; is it me, or is Alan Rickman just really, really hot in that trailer?), I should be doing just about anything but what I'm doing right now, which is talking about what I should be doing.
Whoa. Need to read Anne Rice or Chris Moore to counteract the crack. It's starting to give me a headache.
*le sigh* Dropped sociology out of my schedule, took english 200 instead. Haven't handed in my five college transfer form yet, but i did hand in the j-term thing, so I am now taking Sappho's Muse. Oh, craziness.
But Sappho was cool, y'know? I mean, obviously all erotic lesbian poets of ancient Greece are cool, though I'm sure I'd have a different opinion if it weren't for all the Sappho jokes the father cracked during junior year. *rolling of eyes*
There are too many stories in my head right now- ADG is sucking away my soul, and the characters are even more badly behaved than the characters from DDD (you'd think that Leto wouldn't have much competition, but no, it seems he does). GA needs to be updated, it really does; by the end of the month I'll have several new pages. That might be the easiest way to do it, really; update once a month with four to six pages. Hrm. I could handle just two stories, but D20 is also sucking away my soul, because Spots and Meg and Mark have made the transition to the Urban Arcana setting far too easily.
*sigh* Saw Top Girls last night- very cool play. Very cool indeed. I didn't get the ending, either, but I don't think many people did. Loved the opening scene, though, with the dinner party- "top girls" of every age. Pope Joan was my favorite, with her forgotten Latin and bloody red gloves.
Watched Indiana Jones, too, which was a very happy thing. Fell asleep at the very end, though; completely missed the Evil!Elsa thing, but many Nazi jokes were made, so it's all good.
Tina is still asleep, which isn't like her. It's past noon, now; I wonder what's for lunch. ...Hm. Nothing worth eating. Alas.
Molly still has my tablet. Huh. Not that she isn't welcome to it; I'm just greatly amused by her general glee. I think, maybe, that I will make myself some soup. But that would require getting out of bed.
Ah, well.
Friday, November 14, 2003
The brother has a girlfriend, the brother has a girlfriend!
Her name is Anna. I think it's an acceptable name.
Just got back from seeing Spirited Away. I need to own that movie- it brings me outrageous joy, and it's just so. Fucking. Pretty.
...And now I'm listening to "Heroin", which is totally ruining the fuzzy happy warm eee! from Spirited Away. It's okay, 'cuz I like the song, but really. Lou Reed and Hayao Miyazaki just don't quite mix.
Still. Eee!
It's kind of funny, actually...it's like everything is turning into a huge case of deja vu. Dunno if that's a good thing or not. It just is.
Maybe I won't break after all. That's a happy thought.
Her name is Anna. I think it's an acceptable name.
Just got back from seeing Spirited Away. I need to own that movie- it brings me outrageous joy, and it's just so. Fucking. Pretty.
...And now I'm listening to "Heroin", which is totally ruining the fuzzy happy warm eee! from Spirited Away. It's okay, 'cuz I like the song, but really. Lou Reed and Hayao Miyazaki just don't quite mix.
Still. Eee!
It's kind of funny, actually...it's like everything is turning into a huge case of deja vu. Dunno if that's a good thing or not. It just is.
Maybe I won't break after all. That's a happy thought.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
>_< Dude, body? Quit fucking with me. It's not nice. That whole "lets get four hours of sleep and then feel better than ever in the morning!" thing is really just not fair.
*sigh* Whatever. Just- whatever. If I keel over and die tomorrow, it'll just be my body's idea of some sort of a sick joke because it's mean like that. *head to wall, thunk thunk thunk*
Anyway. So, I've got a brand new vice (like I needed another). And I'm not sure who to blame it on- Kristen for first telling me about the show waaaay back in August, or Tina for watching it yesterday.
And the vice is...*drumroll, anyone? ...or not* The O.C. slash. *dodges the inevitable thrown rocks* Can I help it if Adam Brody is incredibly, adorably gay most of the time? And that even if the guy who plays Ryan can't act very well, he does adorably downtrodden better than he should?
Random of me, I know. I don't even watch much of the show because (surprise surprise) the female characters make me want to claw my eyes out. Except Anna. She's cool. But Summer and Marissa are painfully stupid (and the dress Marissa was wearing on last night's episode? Dear god, why?) in addition to being incredibly unattractive and far too old. (Ryan falls under the being-too-old category as well, of course...)
Still. I just feel like a dork, having found a new obsession to distract me from my work. *le sigh*
The weather is quite nasty out right now...I've got my appointment for the knee in half an hour, but I think we're having a gracious dinner tonight, which completly sucks. The menu looks gracious dinner-like, at any rate. And I was really in the mood for Chinese, too. *sigh*
To make matters worse, my knee woke up this morning completley pain free. I am not pleased. I didn't go to the trouble of making that appointment just to have my knee chicken out on me at the last minute. *grumpy* Not that it isn't nice to not be in pain, but still.
Dumdeedum...I'm looosing my grip on reaaaality.
And it's fucking with my mind.
*sigh* Whatever. Just- whatever. If I keel over and die tomorrow, it'll just be my body's idea of some sort of a sick joke because it's mean like that. *head to wall, thunk thunk thunk*
Anyway. So, I've got a brand new vice (like I needed another). And I'm not sure who to blame it on- Kristen for first telling me about the show waaaay back in August, or Tina for watching it yesterday.
And the vice is...*drumroll, anyone? ...or not* The O.C. slash. *dodges the inevitable thrown rocks* Can I help it if Adam Brody is incredibly, adorably gay most of the time? And that even if the guy who plays Ryan can't act very well, he does adorably downtrodden better than he should?
Random of me, I know. I don't even watch much of the show because (surprise surprise) the female characters make me want to claw my eyes out. Except Anna. She's cool. But Summer and Marissa are painfully stupid (and the dress Marissa was wearing on last night's episode? Dear god, why?) in addition to being incredibly unattractive and far too old. (Ryan falls under the being-too-old category as well, of course...)
Still. I just feel like a dork, having found a new obsession to distract me from my work. *le sigh*
The weather is quite nasty out right now...I've got my appointment for the knee in half an hour, but I think we're having a gracious dinner tonight, which completly sucks. The menu looks gracious dinner-like, at any rate. And I was really in the mood for Chinese, too. *sigh*
To make matters worse, my knee woke up this morning completley pain free. I am not pleased. I didn't go to the trouble of making that appointment just to have my knee chicken out on me at the last minute. *grumpy* Not that it isn't nice to not be in pain, but still.
Dumdeedum...I'm looosing my grip on reaaaality.
And it's fucking with my mind.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
She smells her own hair, the long, limp, blackened strands of it. How long has it been this long- long enough to strangle her? How long has she been sleeping?
Her hair feels slippery between her fingers, but the calluses on her palms catch at the ends; rough, she is roughened, and does not know why. Her palms are coarse and brittle looking, but she flexes them and feels them full of strength.
Her hair smells sweet, like a flower she once knew. It isn't a pleasant sweet, though- it is a cloying sweet, a sickening sweet. It is the sweet scent of rotting flowers and rotting meat she smells.
Curious, she lifts the ends of her hair to her mouth, and finds it dry and tasteless. Her fingers, however, carry the lingering taste of decay.
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...>_< Hate being sick. Hate being sick. Hate being sick. Hate being sick and drinking three liters of water in an hour, because then you really need to pee but holy fuck do you not want to get out of bed.
The real reason I never cry is because it gives me the mother of all headaches, and it doesn't go away. I should sleep, instead of staring at the computer screen, but I can't. Head hurts too much.
Whine, whine moan bitch whine moan. You ever play the worst case scenario game? The "Oh, look a doorway in this hallway. Worst case says it'll slam open just as I walk by and break my nose into hundreds of bloody fragments" game, or "Feck, my stomach hurts. It could be my period...but it could also be e. coli, or even ebola." Or, one of my favorites, "Whoa, I got sick pretty fast there. Wonder what I have- common flu, bacterial meningitis, or the flesh eating bacteria."
*sigh* The problem with knowing all these random facts is that you can come up with some real doozies of disasters when you're in pain and whatnot. Bah. The worst is the door scenario, but it's not my nose that gets broken; instead it's my teeth, and the shatter and my mouth ends up full of blood and bone fragments. I'm deathly afraid of tripping and falling and breaking my mouth. I'm also deathly afraid of disease, and of vomiting. The vomit is more of a "oh god, it's disgusting now i'm going to throw up too and then i'll still feel nauseous and i'll need to throw up again and i hate the way it feels and gaaaahhh" kind of thing.
*sigh* Yup. Hate being sick. Excuse me as I whine prolifically.
Her hair feels slippery between her fingers, but the calluses on her palms catch at the ends; rough, she is roughened, and does not know why. Her palms are coarse and brittle looking, but she flexes them and feels them full of strength.
Her hair smells sweet, like a flower she once knew. It isn't a pleasant sweet, though- it is a cloying sweet, a sickening sweet. It is the sweet scent of rotting flowers and rotting meat she smells.
Curious, she lifts the ends of her hair to her mouth, and finds it dry and tasteless. Her fingers, however, carry the lingering taste of decay.
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...>_< Hate being sick. Hate being sick. Hate being sick. Hate being sick and drinking three liters of water in an hour, because then you really need to pee but holy fuck do you not want to get out of bed.
The real reason I never cry is because it gives me the mother of all headaches, and it doesn't go away. I should sleep, instead of staring at the computer screen, but I can't. Head hurts too much.
Whine, whine moan bitch whine moan. You ever play the worst case scenario game? The "Oh, look a doorway in this hallway. Worst case says it'll slam open just as I walk by and break my nose into hundreds of bloody fragments" game, or "Feck, my stomach hurts. It could be my period...but it could also be e. coli, or even ebola." Or, one of my favorites, "Whoa, I got sick pretty fast there. Wonder what I have- common flu, bacterial meningitis, or the flesh eating bacteria."
*sigh* The problem with knowing all these random facts is that you can come up with some real doozies of disasters when you're in pain and whatnot. Bah. The worst is the door scenario, but it's not my nose that gets broken; instead it's my teeth, and the shatter and my mouth ends up full of blood and bone fragments. I'm deathly afraid of tripping and falling and breaking my mouth. I'm also deathly afraid of disease, and of vomiting. The vomit is more of a "oh god, it's disgusting now i'm going to throw up too and then i'll still feel nauseous and i'll need to throw up again and i hate the way it feels and gaaaahhh" kind of thing.
*sigh* Yup. Hate being sick. Excuse me as I whine prolifically.
The good:
got self appointment for thursday on the knee.
doujinshi came in. yay.
the religion paper has been pushed back.
the bad:
i want a new body. not a better looking one, just one that fucking works right.
i'm having a really hard time not shivering. can't get warm.
the bridge is really fucking scary when it's got slush all over it.
hail and sleet and snow within the space of two hours=not fun at all.
the ugly:
seasonal depression (which i have never suffered from)
my face when i cry.
Jesus fuck. you have no excuse whatsoever for a breakdown of -any- kind. nonewhatsoever.
there are few things worse than suddenly finding yourself very sick and very far from home. accidentally eating snotty tisdues is one of them. ooooiiiiiiii.
got self appointment for thursday on the knee.
doujinshi came in. yay.
the religion paper has been pushed back.
the bad:
i want a new body. not a better looking one, just one that fucking works right.
i'm having a really hard time not shivering. can't get warm.
the bridge is really fucking scary when it's got slush all over it.
hail and sleet and snow within the space of two hours=not fun at all.
the ugly:
seasonal depression (which i have never suffered from)
my face when i cry.
Jesus fuck. you have no excuse whatsoever for a breakdown of -any- kind. nonewhatsoever.
there are few things worse than suddenly finding yourself very sick and very far from home. accidentally eating snotty tisdues is one of them. ooooiiiiiiii.
Monday, November 10, 2003
It just ocurred to me how very much it would suck if it turned out I'd developed a case of necrotizing fascicis (I know I spelled that wrong, but it's been some six years since I wrote that paper, give me a break). I mean, I'm not the most physically active of people, but I'd rather not have my leg fall off at the knee, if it's all the same to the rest of the world.
Guess I'll have to go to the health center today, and set up an appointment. *sigh* Maybe I'll skip folkdance to do so; it seems to hurt more in the morning. >_< *is decidedly not pleased*
Guess I'll have to go to the health center today, and set up an appointment. *sigh* Maybe I'll skip folkdance to do so; it seems to hurt more in the morning. >_< *is decidedly not pleased*
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Got some writing done today; lost momentum when I decided to do homework after getting back from Renegades instead of writing, but I'll get back to it in a bit. I'll do a little more reading, and then some writing.
My knee still has a lump in it, which is rather alarming. The mother thinks I should set up an appointment with the health center; I don't really want to, but if it doesn't get better in a few days, I suppose I'll have to. It didn't hurt as much today, though. That's good, I suppose.
If it weren't so bizarre and random, it wouldn't be quite so worrisome...but I'm good at having bizarre and random things wrong with me. *sigh*
So, ADG. The title has absolutely nothing to do with anything, except possibly Dairy Queen. But Virgil has become a complete and utter angst muffin...he's developed a terrible case of Tragic Past. Trent would help treat it, but Trent jumped off the boat and disappeared. *grin*
I filled in several hundred words with an argument between two mermaids. "Your mother was a turtle, and your father was an eel!" I need to come up with names for them- any suggestions on mermaid names? They don't have an actual verbal language, but they'll need some way to communicate with the surface breathers.
I'm about to introduce Perry and Nova (which is really just her stage name- she's actually Nuala) and at least one ninja.
I'm quite determined to have fun, even if Virgil is acting like Percy from Blade. (Now there's a story I'm never going to write...God and the Devil share an apartment with an assassin and a weaponsmith, while the Essence of the Universe is running around with the Fundamentalist Christian Cult of Plaster Jesus. The FCCPJ is responsible for the death of Death, and the world has basically just gone to pot because God is too busy reading the paper and the Devil is too busy teasing her boyfriend's sister. Oh, shennanigans. Percy is the weaponsmith; he's sulky and depressive and everyone calls him Perky just to piss him off.)
Listening to Dawn Upshaw...the Saga of Jenny still reminds me of Von/Gavin. Virgil is becoming a universal cannon character in all of my stories- listening to the Saga of Jenny is giving me all these delicious images of Virgil and Von in a bar and it's just altogether too sexy for words. There are suspenders and fedora hats involved, and Virgil's coat. Mmm, Dawn Upshaw.
Virgil and Von may very well be the same character; they have different, but similar Tragic Pasts. Von uses sex to ease his troubles a bit more than Virgil, and Virgil was never actually a junkie, but there are quite a few parallels. Virgil is more of a fire/earth person than Von, however...
They're both too smart for their own good, though.
Jenny made her mind up when she was three
She herself was going to trim the Christmas tree
Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away
Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas day
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
She lost one dad and mother, a sister and a brother,
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve
That into foreign languages she would delve
But at seventeen to Vassar, it was quite a blow
That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
To Jenny I'm beholden, her heart was big and golden
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two
To get herself a husband was the thing to do
She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband--but he wasn't hers
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses
That she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one
She would write her memoirs before she was done
The very day her book was published, history relates,
There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states
Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five
She would live to be the oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks,
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six
Jenny points a moral with which you cannot quarrel,
Makes a lot of common sense--
Jenny and her saga prove that you're gaga
If you don't keep sitting on the fence
Jenny and her story point the way to glory
To all man and womankind
Anyone with vision comes to this decision--
Don't make up your mind
-"The Saga of Jenny", Lady in the Dark
I do adore Gershwin. Wonderful song, and Miss Upshaw's voice is exquisite. The song really fits Von more than Virgil; I like to think Von's a little older and wiser than Virgil, but Virgil understands people a little better. Von is quite ruthlessly self-serving most of the time, whereas Virgil is often too giving for his own good.
The problem with playing Virgil in d20 was that he kept getting pushed towards being more and more like Von; he's getting a chance to breathe and develop on his own in ADG. But I'm having serious issues keeping ADG from getting slashy. It's quite irritating, really. *sigh* Maybe I'll just write a cross-over between ADG and SoS and let Virgil and Von play with each other.
On second thought, they'd probably enjoy it too much. Hm.
My knee still has a lump in it, which is rather alarming. The mother thinks I should set up an appointment with the health center; I don't really want to, but if it doesn't get better in a few days, I suppose I'll have to. It didn't hurt as much today, though. That's good, I suppose.
If it weren't so bizarre and random, it wouldn't be quite so worrisome...but I'm good at having bizarre and random things wrong with me. *sigh*
So, ADG. The title has absolutely nothing to do with anything, except possibly Dairy Queen. But Virgil has become a complete and utter angst muffin...he's developed a terrible case of Tragic Past. Trent would help treat it, but Trent jumped off the boat and disappeared. *grin*
I filled in several hundred words with an argument between two mermaids. "Your mother was a turtle, and your father was an eel!" I need to come up with names for them- any suggestions on mermaid names? They don't have an actual verbal language, but they'll need some way to communicate with the surface breathers.
I'm about to introduce Perry and Nova (which is really just her stage name- she's actually Nuala) and at least one ninja.
I'm quite determined to have fun, even if Virgil is acting like Percy from Blade. (Now there's a story I'm never going to write...God and the Devil share an apartment with an assassin and a weaponsmith, while the Essence of the Universe is running around with the Fundamentalist Christian Cult of Plaster Jesus. The FCCPJ is responsible for the death of Death, and the world has basically just gone to pot because God is too busy reading the paper and the Devil is too busy teasing her boyfriend's sister. Oh, shennanigans. Percy is the weaponsmith; he's sulky and depressive and everyone calls him Perky just to piss him off.)
Listening to Dawn Upshaw...the Saga of Jenny still reminds me of Von/Gavin. Virgil is becoming a universal cannon character in all of my stories- listening to the Saga of Jenny is giving me all these delicious images of Virgil and Von in a bar and it's just altogether too sexy for words. There are suspenders and fedora hats involved, and Virgil's coat. Mmm, Dawn Upshaw.
Virgil and Von may very well be the same character; they have different, but similar Tragic Pasts. Von uses sex to ease his troubles a bit more than Virgil, and Virgil was never actually a junkie, but there are quite a few parallels. Virgil is more of a fire/earth person than Von, however...
They're both too smart for their own good, though.
Jenny made her mind up when she was three
She herself was going to trim the Christmas tree
Christmas Eve she lit the candles, tossed the tapers away
Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas day
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
She lost one dad and mother, a sister and a brother,
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve
That into foreign languages she would delve
But at seventeen to Vassar, it was quite a blow
That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
To Jenny I'm beholden, her heart was big and golden
But she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at twenty-two
To get herself a husband was the thing to do
She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband--but he wasn't hers
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses
That she would make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one
She would write her memoirs before she was done
The very day her book was published, history relates,
There were wives who shot their husbands in some thirty-three states
Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five
She would live to be the oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks,
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six
Jenny points a moral with which you cannot quarrel,
Makes a lot of common sense--
Jenny and her saga prove that you're gaga
If you don't keep sitting on the fence
Jenny and her story point the way to glory
To all man and womankind
Anyone with vision comes to this decision--
Don't make up your mind
-"The Saga of Jenny", Lady in the Dark
I do adore Gershwin. Wonderful song, and Miss Upshaw's voice is exquisite. The song really fits Von more than Virgil; I like to think Von's a little older and wiser than Virgil, but Virgil understands people a little better. Von is quite ruthlessly self-serving most of the time, whereas Virgil is often too giving for his own good.
The problem with playing Virgil in d20 was that he kept getting pushed towards being more and more like Von; he's getting a chance to breathe and develop on his own in ADG. But I'm having serious issues keeping ADG from getting slashy. It's quite irritating, really. *sigh* Maybe I'll just write a cross-over between ADG and SoS and let Virgil and Von play with each other.
On second thought, they'd probably enjoy it too much. Hm.
Justice League is commiting logical fallacies and it pleases me a great deal, a great deal indeed.
"Fifty percent of marriages now end in divorce, and the other fifty percent end in death!"
"There's nothing wrong with limbo. It's kinda like New Jersey. You can see all the cool places from there, you just have to figure out how to get to them."
Having just discovered that Gendy Tartakovsky is a man, I would just like to say that I wish to marry him. *splee*
I *heart* this show- all the delightful snarkery makes me giddy. Wally is just beyond amusing.
Hn. I need to update GA. Bah.
"Fifty percent of marriages now end in divorce, and the other fifty percent end in death!"
"There's nothing wrong with limbo. It's kinda like New Jersey. You can see all the cool places from there, you just have to figure out how to get to them."
Having just discovered that Gendy Tartakovsky is a man, I would just like to say that I wish to marry him. *splee*
I *heart* this show- all the delightful snarkery makes me giddy. Wally is just beyond amusing.
Hn. I need to update GA. Bah.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Woo! I hate being a girl! *happy dance*
No, there was no sarcasm there. Nor was there sarcasm in that statement.
I'll have to see if I can't see the moon from the window; it's feckin' cold outside, but I want to see the eclipse.
The Renfaire was fun; I seriously want to take fencing next year, but my tuesdays and thursdays are crazy busy right now...I need to fix up my schedule again. Didn't get much work done, though I did get some knitting done. Now I'm watching YuGiOh and resting my knee, which has developed a lump in it the size of a walnut. Rather painful and mysterious and not at all happy.
I've decided that Virgil was a pirate, before he met Trent. Inigo is a stolen ship...and while she's not the most seaworthy of tubs, her owner still wants her back. It's the principle of the thing, you know.
Mordecai Levine saved Virgil when he would have drowned back when it was still raining; he was fifteen then, and Mordecai took him on as an apprentice of sorts. Mordecai isn't the villain of the story- or rather, he's not the main villain. He's just Virgil's nemesis, and will show up later on in the story.
The actual villain is Hagar Rhoswyn...Trent's mother. Well, she's one of the main villains, anyway.
Not sure which of 'em has ninjas at their disoposal...I know pirates and ninjas hate each other, but Mordecai is just crazy enough to send ninjas after Virgil. Hagar would just send black helicopters after Trent, since this is really the X-Files and all.
...Virgil would make a really crappy Gillian Andersen. And Trent just doesn't quite work as David Duchovny, I'm afraid.
No, there was no sarcasm there. Nor was there sarcasm in that statement.
I'll have to see if I can't see the moon from the window; it's feckin' cold outside, but I want to see the eclipse.
The Renfaire was fun; I seriously want to take fencing next year, but my tuesdays and thursdays are crazy busy right now...I need to fix up my schedule again. Didn't get much work done, though I did get some knitting done. Now I'm watching YuGiOh and resting my knee, which has developed a lump in it the size of a walnut. Rather painful and mysterious and not at all happy.
I've decided that Virgil was a pirate, before he met Trent. Inigo is a stolen ship...and while she's not the most seaworthy of tubs, her owner still wants her back. It's the principle of the thing, you know.
Mordecai Levine saved Virgil when he would have drowned back when it was still raining; he was fifteen then, and Mordecai took him on as an apprentice of sorts. Mordecai isn't the villain of the story- or rather, he's not the main villain. He's just Virgil's nemesis, and will show up later on in the story.
The actual villain is Hagar Rhoswyn...Trent's mother. Well, she's one of the main villains, anyway.
Not sure which of 'em has ninjas at their disoposal...I know pirates and ninjas hate each other, but Mordecai is just crazy enough to send ninjas after Virgil. Hagar would just send black helicopters after Trent, since this is really the X-Files and all.
...Virgil would make a really crappy Gillian Andersen. And Trent just doesn't quite work as David Duchovny, I'm afraid.
Friday, November 07, 2003
My roommate just walked back in with a male!
*!!!GASPHORRORGASP!!!*
He's cute. And short. And gone. *sigh*
And I'm louging around in a camisole and pajama pants with an apple stem in my mouth. D'oi. *snickersncikersnicker* Tina has been drinking...and I am severely amused. Lots of people have guys over right now; I could hear them, were I not wearing my headphones. People are more annoying than geese.
I realized a little while ago that at quarter to six, after having been awake since 8, that's 22 hours, and not twenty. My higher math functions do not function well when I'm being spastic that early in the morning.
Apparently Seph does not like the V8s; he refuses to play the CD, and Demons now skips which blows monkeys. I love that song- I think the V8s do a much better job than Guster, honestly...but then, I just love a capella.
Still no writing. Don't know why I'm avoiding it; I really wish my menstrual cycle would quit dicking around and just let me bleed already. All this waiting is pissing me off, and I've been on edge for nearly two weeks. Not happy about this. Not happy at all.
It may seem like that sentence divided by that semicolon has a complete non-sequitur contained within it, but it doesn't. My creativity is directly influenced by my hormones, and I really can't get much done when I'm just sitting around waiting for my period. I should do some reading if I'm not going to write, but...
I have replaced my default lj icon again, but it doesn't require an announcement in lj...it amuses me, though, and is certainly appropriate. The Suck Club is more for people who just write crap, not for people who suck in general- or for people who suck in particular.
The tea is sitting on the bookcase, whispering evil things at me. This morning was fun, in its twisted and exhausted way- and the sky is lovely from the window seat. I did eventually fall asleep on the window seat, some time after six. I woke up a bit after eight and moved to the bed; I'd developed a crick in the neck.
Guh. The cover the V8s do of Hangin' Around is delicious like pie, and I still have a hard time attaching that girl's voice to the way she looks...I hate the way Counting Crows does the song, with the naked sounding drums- but I actually like it, now. *shrug*
Alas, the beautiful people. Alas, alas, alas.
I feel like dancing, but I won't. I feel far too tightly wound, and on some level, I enjoy it. On most levels, I just want to shred something, unfortunately...and my nails are hardly strong enough to manage that.
I am the Buddha
I know something you don't know
But I'm not telling
Learning is not words
But the spaces between them
Lo, Behold! Silence.
*sigh* Not quite five-page paper material...
But I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day...
Perhaps I just need to listen to Duncan Sheik, and cry for a while. Don't think I can, but it might help.
Jesus. It's like there's a wire running between my shoulders and my ears, stretched tight and ready to snap, but it won't. I hate this- I'm in such a strange mood right now.
Aiaiaiah...I need to write, or draw at the very least. Something. Anything.
*!!!GASPHORRORGASP!!!*
He's cute. And short. And gone. *sigh*
And I'm louging around in a camisole and pajama pants with an apple stem in my mouth. D'oi. *snickersncikersnicker* Tina has been drinking...and I am severely amused. Lots of people have guys over right now; I could hear them, were I not wearing my headphones. People are more annoying than geese.
I realized a little while ago that at quarter to six, after having been awake since 8, that's 22 hours, and not twenty. My higher math functions do not function well when I'm being spastic that early in the morning.
Apparently Seph does not like the V8s; he refuses to play the CD, and Demons now skips which blows monkeys. I love that song- I think the V8s do a much better job than Guster, honestly...but then, I just love a capella.
Still no writing. Don't know why I'm avoiding it; I really wish my menstrual cycle would quit dicking around and just let me bleed already. All this waiting is pissing me off, and I've been on edge for nearly two weeks. Not happy about this. Not happy at all.
It may seem like that sentence divided by that semicolon has a complete non-sequitur contained within it, but it doesn't. My creativity is directly influenced by my hormones, and I really can't get much done when I'm just sitting around waiting for my period. I should do some reading if I'm not going to write, but...
I have replaced my default lj icon again, but it doesn't require an announcement in lj...it amuses me, though, and is certainly appropriate. The Suck Club is more for people who just write crap, not for people who suck in general- or for people who suck in particular.
The tea is sitting on the bookcase, whispering evil things at me. This morning was fun, in its twisted and exhausted way- and the sky is lovely from the window seat. I did eventually fall asleep on the window seat, some time after six. I woke up a bit after eight and moved to the bed; I'd developed a crick in the neck.
Guh. The cover the V8s do of Hangin' Around is delicious like pie, and I still have a hard time attaching that girl's voice to the way she looks...I hate the way Counting Crows does the song, with the naked sounding drums- but I actually like it, now. *shrug*
Alas, the beautiful people. Alas, alas, alas.
I feel like dancing, but I won't. I feel far too tightly wound, and on some level, I enjoy it. On most levels, I just want to shred something, unfortunately...and my nails are hardly strong enough to manage that.
I am the Buddha
I know something you don't know
But I'm not telling
Learning is not words
But the spaces between them
Lo, Behold! Silence.
*sigh* Not quite five-page paper material...
But I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day...
Perhaps I just need to listen to Duncan Sheik, and cry for a while. Don't think I can, but it might help.
Jesus. It's like there's a wire running between my shoulders and my ears, stretched tight and ready to snap, but it won't. I hate this- I'm in such a strange mood right now.
Aiaiaiah...I need to write, or draw at the very least. Something. Anything.
Well, hell. Maybe I just feel like watching the sun rise today.
Didn't get any writing done. Did write up Spots' bio for Renegades, however...so that's something, at least.
Had fun, though. Today was a good day. Busy; was up at 8. Hey, that was almost...twenty hours ago! That's not so bad.
Stupid caffeine. Shoulda known better. *song call, paging Nickel Creek*
Didn't get any writing done. Did write up Spots' bio for Renegades, however...so that's something, at least.
Had fun, though. Today was a good day. Busy; was up at 8. Hey, that was almost...twenty hours ago! That's not so bad.
Stupid caffeine. Shoulda known better. *song call, paging Nickel Creek*
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Feck, it's late. I have class at 8:30 tomorrow. Feck, feck, feck.
You know what's great? Having a main character who's pscho. Seriously. It's great. Just like last year's monologue thingies, I now have Trent's journal entries as filler between scenes. He makes a surprisingly lucid child. He isn't really any particular age when he's a child; it varies. Sometimes he's as young as six, sometimes he's somewhat more mature. Child Trent knows everything the other Trents know, of course; he just isn't aware that he knows these things. So Child Trent had to be taught to read, but once he learned, he progressed at a remarkable pace. This is partly because most of his alters are crazy smart, and because the other alters already know how to read. Child Trent does not speak with the other alters or the base personality; there's a possibility that he is the base personality. Psycho Trent and Goofy Trent speak to each other occasionally; Pscho Trent and Goofy Trent trade information with Child Trent, but Child Trent isn't aware of this.
It's complicated. I think it gets sorted out in the end...but I'm not so sure at this point.
Here's a quick excerpt, though:
My name is Trent Rhosywn. I am five feet and six inches tall, and Virgil says that’s really short. I’m the shortest person I know, so that must be true. I’m taller than I used to be, though. I used to be only three feet and nine inches tall, but Virgil says that was a really long time ago, even though I don’t really remember.
Virgil is my best friend in the whole world. He’s the nicest, smartest, coolest person ever, nicer even than mom was.
I miss my mom. She had long blond hair. Virgil has blond hair too, and so do I, but Virgil’s hair is more orange-y. He hates it when I play with his hair, but it’s fuzzy and fun to rub. Sometimes Virgil will hit me when I play with his hair, but most of the time he just gives me a funny look and gets really grumpy for a while.
Isn't he adorable in a slightly creepy sort of way? It's fun writing like that...and it fills up the word count while I try to figure out what the hell is up with the plot.
You know what's great? Having a main character who's pscho. Seriously. It's great. Just like last year's monologue thingies, I now have Trent's journal entries as filler between scenes. He makes a surprisingly lucid child. He isn't really any particular age when he's a child; it varies. Sometimes he's as young as six, sometimes he's somewhat more mature. Child Trent knows everything the other Trents know, of course; he just isn't aware that he knows these things. So Child Trent had to be taught to read, but once he learned, he progressed at a remarkable pace. This is partly because most of his alters are crazy smart, and because the other alters already know how to read. Child Trent does not speak with the other alters or the base personality; there's a possibility that he is the base personality. Psycho Trent and Goofy Trent speak to each other occasionally; Pscho Trent and Goofy Trent trade information with Child Trent, but Child Trent isn't aware of this.
It's complicated. I think it gets sorted out in the end...but I'm not so sure at this point.
Here's a quick excerpt, though:
My name is Trent Rhosywn. I am five feet and six inches tall, and Virgil says that’s really short. I’m the shortest person I know, so that must be true. I’m taller than I used to be, though. I used to be only three feet and nine inches tall, but Virgil says that was a really long time ago, even though I don’t really remember.
Virgil is my best friend in the whole world. He’s the nicest, smartest, coolest person ever, nicer even than mom was.
I miss my mom. She had long blond hair. Virgil has blond hair too, and so do I, but Virgil’s hair is more orange-y. He hates it when I play with his hair, but it’s fuzzy and fun to rub. Sometimes Virgil will hit me when I play with his hair, but most of the time he just gives me a funny look and gets really grumpy for a while.
Isn't he adorable in a slightly creepy sort of way? It's fun writing like that...and it fills up the word count while I try to figure out what the hell is up with the plot.
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Be not ungentle with my heart
For it is frail and fragile and flimsy
Oh you who cast glances
And fish for smiles, please
Be not ungentle with my heart
It has seen one too many cracks
In its glassy, brittle surface
It could shatter
At the slightest smirk
So please, you who charm
And flirt and laugh
Be not ungentle with my heart.
For it is frail and fragile and flimsy
Oh you who cast glances
And fish for smiles, please
Be not ungentle with my heart
It has seen one too many cracks
In its glassy, brittle surface
It could shatter
At the slightest smirk
So please, you who charm
And flirt and laugh
Be not ungentle with my heart.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Hey there, writer's block. It's just a scene, nothing to be afraid of.
Today in Moneta, instead of writing, we critiqued Jeanette's assignment; she's in my class, and already has hers written.
This is good, for me. It's not even ten o'clock yet, and I started it yesterday. But her scene was full of cuteness and light and I've realized that I give crap feedback because I don't know how to properly analyze things and hers read like a normal piece of writing- not like my stilted, pretentious, minimalist style that I can't seem to avoid when writing short fiction, and I seem incapable of writing about a loving parental relationship so of course I'm writing about a rebellious fourty year old and the mother she hates and they'd much rather sit in icy silence than actually talk.
I'm bad at writing scenes where things atually happen; there is no movement to the things that I write. They are contained within one space, one moment in time. Jeanette's story moved, it had time as well as space; there was a world outside the window. My story takes place in a hazy heat bubble; it could be a hallucination, and you wouldn't know the difference.
The things that I write are stagnant, in permanent stasis. I just realized that today, and I hate it. I write dialogue and I don't even do that well- and a story needs to be more than dialogue and cups of tea.
Do you have any fucking idea how many times I've written that scene? Two characters. Two cups of tea. There is no beginning, there is no ending, there are just two cups of tea, two perpetually unfinished cups of tea.
*bitchbitchbitchangstwhine*
Today in Moneta, instead of writing, we critiqued Jeanette's assignment; she's in my class, and already has hers written.
This is good, for me. It's not even ten o'clock yet, and I started it yesterday. But her scene was full of cuteness and light and I've realized that I give crap feedback because I don't know how to properly analyze things and hers read like a normal piece of writing- not like my stilted, pretentious, minimalist style that I can't seem to avoid when writing short fiction, and I seem incapable of writing about a loving parental relationship so of course I'm writing about a rebellious fourty year old and the mother she hates and they'd much rather sit in icy silence than actually talk.
I'm bad at writing scenes where things atually happen; there is no movement to the things that I write. They are contained within one space, one moment in time. Jeanette's story moved, it had time as well as space; there was a world outside the window. My story takes place in a hazy heat bubble; it could be a hallucination, and you wouldn't know the difference.
The things that I write are stagnant, in permanent stasis. I just realized that today, and I hate it. I write dialogue and I don't even do that well- and a story needs to be more than dialogue and cups of tea.
Do you have any fucking idea how many times I've written that scene? Two characters. Two cups of tea. There is no beginning, there is no ending, there are just two cups of tea, two perpetually unfinished cups of tea.
*bitchbitchbitchangstwhine*
So...I'm so glad my main character is psycho; he's perfectly willing to throw Virgil off the boat if he starts to get too moody. *glee* I think I know where I'm going from here; I just have to do my homework first, and then I shall write. Have a Moneta meeting tonight, too, and that should help.
So, the mermaids (merpeople, if you feel like being PC; they don't have a name for themselves) are capable of breathing above water, though some species are more comfortable doing so than others. They tend to resemble various types of fish; there are shark people and marlin people and eel people and the like. Supposedly in the very depths of the ocean, there are vampire squid people, too, but they are (understandably so) rather reclusive and not well adapted to surviving at depths of less than a mile. The different species are of varying levels of intelligence; some are little more than particularly canny predators, and others surpass humans in every way.
The dolphin based species is the dominant species of Atlantis, and is now nearly extinct. Atlantis sank beneath the sea some two thousand years ago and the resulting climate change and falling debris in the water wiped out the underwater mirror city. The human Atlantis and the mermaid Atlantis cooperated to the benefit of the citizens of both cities; the dolphin species, like actual dolphins, are air breathers and actually prefer to breathe air rather than rely on their mostly ornamental gills. The humans of Atlantis were also incredibly advanced with all that spiff technology and whatnot; it really is a shame that their all dead and no one really remembers what happened, because then maybe the flooding wouldn't have happened, but hey, I need some easy plot devices.
The mermaid survivors of Atlantis lived in the ruins of both cities, but have since taken to living migratory lives now that those pesky landmasses are no longer blocking their primary travel routes. There were no human survivors.
The mermaids communicate using a complex form of code that involves noises, phosphorescence, and body language. Their written language requires three different alphabets of symbols that translate into sounds, gestures, and concepts. The use of the written language depends on the intelligence of the species in question; their "spoken" language is universal, however. So a shark based mermaid could easily communicate to a clownfish based mermaid that there is a reef nearby full of oysters, though he wouldn't necessarily conduct a philosophical debate with it because clownfish are notoriously idiotic, and shark based mermaids are, as a rule, incredibly snobbish.
There will only be a few base types showing up in ADG, because I honestly haven't created any mermaid characters yet...they don't show up until at least the second quarter or third of the story, so I've got a little while. Really only the more intelligent species mess with the ruins of humanity, since the others have only noticed that their hunting grounds are somewhat larger than before.
Crossbreeding is possible but not common; different species are technically cross-fertile, but not very. There are also strong rivalries between various species, so cross-breeding, if successful, is still looked down upon. Most mermaids are either monogamous or polyamorous...I haven't decided how sex works yet, but I think they resemble platypi in terms of children.
I don't think it'll matter much in the end, since Trent's likelihood of caring about mermaid sex is rather slim but...I honestly have no idea where the plot is going. Who knows? Maybe Evil Trent will decide to molest a mermaid...although I, personally, would rather not write that particular scene...
Gah. That's definitely not a happy thought.
I need to look up stuff on boats now...and engines. I know it's possible to convert an engine so that it can burn alcohol, but alcohol is in short supply without any grain or mass quantities of fruit...they have come up with a fermented seaweed beverage that really shouldn't be used as anything but fuel (though I hear it's rather popular where Japan used to be) but I need to know if trying to burn fish oil could work without really messy results.
I can still see into the room on the end of the other corridor...I feel like such a voyeur. :D
Also: possibly one of the best things you can possibly do when feeling down is listen to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". Or, if you can't read and downloaded it first, "The Devil Went Back to Georgia". Because hot damn that's some fine fiddle playing. Shall have to ask the brother for some Charlie Daniels Band, because 'tis good. I can't find any celtic/peruvian flute music, so southern fiddling will have to do.
So, the mermaids (merpeople, if you feel like being PC; they don't have a name for themselves) are capable of breathing above water, though some species are more comfortable doing so than others. They tend to resemble various types of fish; there are shark people and marlin people and eel people and the like. Supposedly in the very depths of the ocean, there are vampire squid people, too, but they are (understandably so) rather reclusive and not well adapted to surviving at depths of less than a mile. The different species are of varying levels of intelligence; some are little more than particularly canny predators, and others surpass humans in every way.
The dolphin based species is the dominant species of Atlantis, and is now nearly extinct. Atlantis sank beneath the sea some two thousand years ago and the resulting climate change and falling debris in the water wiped out the underwater mirror city. The human Atlantis and the mermaid Atlantis cooperated to the benefit of the citizens of both cities; the dolphin species, like actual dolphins, are air breathers and actually prefer to breathe air rather than rely on their mostly ornamental gills. The humans of Atlantis were also incredibly advanced with all that spiff technology and whatnot; it really is a shame that their all dead and no one really remembers what happened, because then maybe the flooding wouldn't have happened, but hey, I need some easy plot devices.
The mermaid survivors of Atlantis lived in the ruins of both cities, but have since taken to living migratory lives now that those pesky landmasses are no longer blocking their primary travel routes. There were no human survivors.
The mermaids communicate using a complex form of code that involves noises, phosphorescence, and body language. Their written language requires three different alphabets of symbols that translate into sounds, gestures, and concepts. The use of the written language depends on the intelligence of the species in question; their "spoken" language is universal, however. So a shark based mermaid could easily communicate to a clownfish based mermaid that there is a reef nearby full of oysters, though he wouldn't necessarily conduct a philosophical debate with it because clownfish are notoriously idiotic, and shark based mermaids are, as a rule, incredibly snobbish.
There will only be a few base types showing up in ADG, because I honestly haven't created any mermaid characters yet...they don't show up until at least the second quarter or third of the story, so I've got a little while. Really only the more intelligent species mess with the ruins of humanity, since the others have only noticed that their hunting grounds are somewhat larger than before.
Crossbreeding is possible but not common; different species are technically cross-fertile, but not very. There are also strong rivalries between various species, so cross-breeding, if successful, is still looked down upon. Most mermaids are either monogamous or polyamorous...I haven't decided how sex works yet, but I think they resemble platypi in terms of children.
I don't think it'll matter much in the end, since Trent's likelihood of caring about mermaid sex is rather slim but...I honestly have no idea where the plot is going. Who knows? Maybe Evil Trent will decide to molest a mermaid...although I, personally, would rather not write that particular scene...
Gah. That's definitely not a happy thought.
I need to look up stuff on boats now...and engines. I know it's possible to convert an engine so that it can burn alcohol, but alcohol is in short supply without any grain or mass quantities of fruit...they have come up with a fermented seaweed beverage that really shouldn't be used as anything but fuel (though I hear it's rather popular where Japan used to be) but I need to know if trying to burn fish oil could work without really messy results.
I can still see into the room on the end of the other corridor...I feel like such a voyeur. :D
Also: possibly one of the best things you can possibly do when feeling down is listen to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". Or, if you can't read and downloaded it first, "The Devil Went Back to Georgia". Because hot damn that's some fine fiddle playing. Shall have to ask the brother for some Charlie Daniels Band, because 'tis good. I can't find any celtic/peruvian flute music, so southern fiddling will have to do.
Monday, November 03, 2003
I kill you so hard your ancestors die!
Virgil, you're so creative.
What I hate is how everyone around me online is also doing the nano; I don't want to hear about other people's word counts. I don't want to read excerpts from their bad novels. I don't want to hear a word of it, anywhere. It's depressing, you know- the people who've hit twelve thousand already. Can't stand it. >_< I know it's possible to write ten thousand words in one sitting; I've done it before. I know it's possible to write two thousand words an hour (thus making it theoretically possible to finish the nano in a single day) but damnit, I just can't quite manage that right now.
Whine whine whine, bitch moan. The Allstate commercials with the turtle and the bunny are hilarious. I approve.
Spent far too much time today drawing. I wish I could manage backgrounds, but I just can't think of anything that'll look good that I can actually draw. But I finished the faery pic I was working on last week, and realized that I lost the Zazi and Darwin profile sheets I drew last week. I adore Open Canvas, but if you're absent minded, you're screwed.
Trent is on way too much crack, and I adore him.
I heard two men talkin' on the radio
In a crossfire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
Well they were countin down the ways to stab a brother
In the be right back after this the unavoidable kiss
with the minty fresh death breath sure to outlast this catastrophe
Dance with me-
cuz if you gots the poison, I gots the remedy
And I...
won't worry my life away...
*toothy grin*
Virgil, you're so creative.
What I hate is how everyone around me online is also doing the nano; I don't want to hear about other people's word counts. I don't want to read excerpts from their bad novels. I don't want to hear a word of it, anywhere. It's depressing, you know- the people who've hit twelve thousand already. Can't stand it. >_< I know it's possible to write ten thousand words in one sitting; I've done it before. I know it's possible to write two thousand words an hour (thus making it theoretically possible to finish the nano in a single day) but damnit, I just can't quite manage that right now.
Whine whine whine, bitch moan. The Allstate commercials with the turtle and the bunny are hilarious. I approve.
Spent far too much time today drawing. I wish I could manage backgrounds, but I just can't think of anything that'll look good that I can actually draw. But I finished the faery pic I was working on last week, and realized that I lost the Zazi and Darwin profile sheets I drew last week. I adore Open Canvas, but if you're absent minded, you're screwed.
Trent is on way too much crack, and I adore him.
I heard two men talkin' on the radio
In a crossfire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
Well they were countin down the ways to stab a brother
In the be right back after this the unavoidable kiss
with the minty fresh death breath sure to outlast this catastrophe
Dance with me-
cuz if you gots the poison, I gots the remedy
And I...
won't worry my life away...
*toothy grin*
Sunday, November 02, 2003
Dude...Flogging Molly. Definitely stealing Dani's CDs, because this stuff is beyond wonderful. Makes me write, too.
Hi, Trent. Hi, Perry. Hi, Mordecai.
...Mordecai? No, that's not right...Malachai. Bad tea. *snicker* I'll have to look up the actual meaning, but it certainly works as a villain name, doesn't it?
Can't have a story without a villain.
Trent's mother's name was Hagar, by the way. Doop.
*wanders off*
Hi, Trent. Hi, Perry. Hi, Mordecai.
...Mordecai? No, that's not right...Malachai. Bad tea. *snicker* I'll have to look up the actual meaning, but it certainly works as a villain name, doesn't it?
Can't have a story without a villain.
Trent's mother's name was Hagar, by the way. Doop.
*wanders off*
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Oh- Virgil's boat? The Inigo Montoya. But sometimes he slips and calls her Mandy. (Boats are female, regardless of name.)
It's almost ironic, come to think of it. But mostly it's just because I <3 The Princess Bride. The raft/tub that they use to ferry people is called Fezzik, naturally.
*toothy grin*
It's almost ironic, come to think of it. But mostly it's just because I <3 The Princess Bride. The raft/tub that they use to ferry people is called Fezzik, naturally.
*toothy grin*
Feckin' A. The internet craps out when I wanna publish a long and involved entry about Trent and his mpd. Fooey.
Virgil is being uncooperative and angsty. *sigh* And I tried to write last night, but I realized that I didn't have my Stupid Computer to write at, and it just felt strange. I love Seph, he's the bestest little computer with a god complex in the whole world, but he's not Stupid. It's weird having to use such a small monitor for writing...
Hells, it's weird writing, period. I haven't done anything serious since the very tiny amount of work I did on Dreams in September.
I should play random CDs right now, just so I can scream along. But my voice is still thick and my jaw still aches, so singing is a painful affair. My stomach is protesting from the excess of food, and I'm still recovering from dealing with the parents. I may need to buy something again. *sigh*
Virgil apparently has a fouler mouth than I'd originally thought. *doublesigh* And nevermind that I can't concentrate when the body is going urk on me. >_<
I should have brought Watership Down with me after October Break. And all of my Michael Moorcock.
...Dude, Vampire Squids! And I can incorporate them without doing freakish things to the plot! Yes!!
Ugh. I don't feel like writing right now. Listening to Dawn Upshaw does not help when I need to maintain a certain level of angst for this story. (Damnit, I wanted to write something silly this year!) And I'm way too psyched about Renegades tomorrow. *triplesigh*
Virgil is being uncooperative and angsty. *sigh* And I tried to write last night, but I realized that I didn't have my Stupid Computer to write at, and it just felt strange. I love Seph, he's the bestest little computer with a god complex in the whole world, but he's not Stupid. It's weird having to use such a small monitor for writing...
Hells, it's weird writing, period. I haven't done anything serious since the very tiny amount of work I did on Dreams in September.
I should play random CDs right now, just so I can scream along. But my voice is still thick and my jaw still aches, so singing is a painful affair. My stomach is protesting from the excess of food, and I'm still recovering from dealing with the parents. I may need to buy something again. *sigh*
Virgil apparently has a fouler mouth than I'd originally thought. *doublesigh* And nevermind that I can't concentrate when the body is going urk on me. >_<
I should have brought Watership Down with me after October Break. And all of my Michael Moorcock.
...Dude, Vampire Squids! And I can incorporate them without doing freakish things to the plot! Yes!!
Ugh. I don't feel like writing right now. Listening to Dawn Upshaw does not help when I need to maintain a certain level of angst for this story. (Damnit, I wanted to write something silly this year!) And I'm way too psyched about Renegades tomorrow. *triplesigh*