Random:
I love you, lj, for saving my entry. I hate you, computer, for closing my browser without warning. I also hate people with talent. If you've talent, guess what? I hate your stinking guts. If you're my friend, then I love you - but I still hate your stinking guts. Why, why, why do you have to show me up all the time?

Today:
I can feel it coming on... The worst. I've fought it off for as long as I could, much like having an lj, but... I can only fight it for so long. Fuck you, Tony! >.< Thanks to my loving loverly lover, and oh how I love you, you bastard, I'm starting to succumb. t-to... VIDEOGAMES. Oh sure, you say, make it sound like the bloody plague. Trouble is, you see, I'm normally the one pointing and laughing at him as he peruses the brightly colored, mind-numbing wares at EBGames or whatever. Proof that his dorkness vastly surpasses mine! I can rest assured that, no matter how dorky-gay I become, Tony is always one or one-thousand steps ahead of me. I haven't habitually played video games since sega genesis, for chrissakes! This isn't happening to me!   ; _ ;

Him and his goddamned PSP.

It's all small and shiny with a big, bright screen. Why does "bright" and "mind-numbing" suddenly appeal to me? I spent five years resisting videogames at Rutgers, watching rather than participating as my biscuit-headed friends made idiots of themselves for my amusement. I retained my dignity! My bloody dignity!

Don't panic. Don't panic. It's not that bad... Atleast it's not Samba de Amigo
Grown-ass-man shaking maracas like he just don't care
Oh, and who needs pussy when you've got maracas?... unless ofcourse the girlfriend's holding  maracas and dressed like a showgirl

God help me...

Are you feeling amorous? I surely am, hence my user icon. It's Valentine's Day and yet, as fate would have it, I am forced to be away from el manwich. C'est la vie. I'll get to see him Friday, so until then I wait impatiently. He playfully told me that if I joked about needing to consider being his valentine, he'd find one somewhere else. I threatened to go up there if he did XD "Don't make me do it! I'll kill everyone with two x-chromosomes! Not only the women, but all the effeminate men, too!" I love him so much it drives me to make threats of violence...

I love this icon, too. Vegeta's thinking of Bulma who in turn makes him blush furiously. Lol! That is one intense blush. Ten bucks and my left arse cheek says his next thoughts are certainly not rated pg. Ah, to be a fly on that wall...

In other news:
I.   I had better post again before the locals get hostile. (Who's in charge, there? Somedays, I'm not so sure...)
II.  I'm half asleep as I write this, in case you wonder where my gallant verbosity has fled to. It's in Borneo, the bastard. Especially since...
III. It has finally snowed (& stuck, that is) and I can't help but snicker at the news footage of the six inch "snowstorm". Weaklings. I suplex you with all my might. Back in MI we call this a "dusting". It's not a snowstorm until you can't easily open your front door because of the snow drift packed up against it and it's fully five feet removed from the ground. I was born shovelling snow, damnit! >.<
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Or would have been had I not come out in July...
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But that's besides the point! The point is that my shovelling might far surpasses that of these weakling North-Atlanticans! They even cancelled schools! I remember walking to school through thigh-high snow! Barefoot! On broken glass! Uphill! Both ways! With wolves chasing me! Wolves and sharks!
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True story. *nod*
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Well, almost. The part about the sharks... might've been stretched.
Anyway, I'm off to bed, dreaming sweet, triple-x rated dreams. Tomorrow I'll undoubtedly look upon this entry and cringe. May your dreams also be full of chocolate covered smutt of your loved one(s). Happy Valentine's Day.

Random:
For all that this man has worked on what would have been the fastest, most advanced particle-accelerator in the world, and has taught at such institutions as Harvard... To think he can't figure out something as simple as a remote control! XD Too many drugs in the 60's man. Too many drugs...

Today:
I finally posted (before I got a small riot on my hands). Ironically, those I was posting to appease are also the ones obviously missing tonight! >.< Damnit, are they going to make me wait another week? They'd better not. I will reign terror on the plot lines if they do! I swear it!  I'm wondering if I shouldn't start adding the NPC posts that I'm particularly proud of here. Hmn. That's food for thought. Until next time...

This morning I glanced at my usericons... Saw this one... And thought to myself, 'Hmm. Is this a Kodo year?' Surely enough it is. My fangirl heart is trying to claw through my chest. Strangely enough, though every other year, when they make their One Earth tour through the USA, their NJ stop has always been New Brunswick. Odd year after odd year, always New Brunswick's Star Theatre. This year, they're at Newark. And while this makes it more convenient for me to hyjack Tony and drag him to the show (now that I'm no longer taking classes) I'm left with one question to pose to Star Theatre:


That said, I'm still going. I've managed to go every time they've come to New Brunswick while I was attending at Rutgers. This year will be no different. And now, a little bit about Kodo:

From NJPAC's website:
The members of this all-male, Japanese taiko drumming corps are masterful musicians and supreme athletes. Clad in sweatbands and loincloths, moving in stylized unison, Kodo’s “demon drummers” attack their instruments (the largest weighing 900 pounds) with a warrior intensity that preserves the primal power of traditional taiko drumming. “If there is such a thing as perfection in music, Kodo comes as near as any group in the world,” says The Chicago Tribune.

I don't know if I agree with "demon drummers" or "kamikaze drummers". These all seem like ww2 conceived stereotyped labels. I do, however, agree with one commenter when he said "You expect them to drum until they drop".

From Kodo's website:
Exploring the limitless possibilities of the traditional Japanese drum, the taiko, Kodo are forging new directions for a vibrant living art-form. In Japanese the word "Kodo" conveys two meanings: Firstly, "heartbeat" the primal source of all rhythm. The sound of the great taiko is said to resemble a mother's heartbeat as felt in the womb, and it is no myth that babies are often lulled asleep by its thunderous vibrations. Secondly, read in a different way, the word can mean "children of the drum," a reflection of Kodo's desire to play their drums simply, with the heart of a child. Since their debut at the Berlin Festival in 1981, Kodo have given over 2900 performances on all five continents, spending about a third of the year overseas, a third touring in Japan and a third resting and preparing new material on Sado Island.

If you're in area and are free to, I encourage you to go. AFTER I get my tickets. >=}

Random:
It's colder than a witch's titty in a tin bra outside today! Brr!

Today:
Pffffffffffffft, I'm such a hypocrit. Looking at yesterday's entry (atleast I think it was yesterday) and then realizing that all I've done tonight is download DBZ doujinshi... Ha! I so need to eat my own words. But it's vegeta x bulma. T . T;; They're just... so prettyful... I can't help myself! >.<

I obsess.

I'm suddenly reminded of a hilarious comment Tony's frend Aron said. We were hanging out and, somehow, my rabid fanshipping came into the conversation. He said "I bet they don't even have a headboard. There's probably just a big crack in the wall, like the bed just goes "THUD... THUD... THUD". Which prompted me to have a ridiculously funny mental image of one large, gaping crack in the wall behind their bed, with smaller cracks branching off of it like a tree. lmao. And bits of plaster crumbling down. XD I wonder if Bulma must do stretches before going to bed at night. I'm sure it'd be so worth it!

Clean thoughts! Clean! Thoughts! Bah, who the hell am I kidding? *Wallowing in echi thoughts*
I'm gonna go find a fanfiction...

Random:
Wow, writer's block truly is a pain in the ass for journals.

Today:
It's day three and the look for Oni's journal is all but finished. With the exception of minor tweaking here and there, my work is complete. Not that it's a master's work of art, and frankly my coding is sloppy at best, but it's all mine. AND not bad for a basic, free account, non? The look I've inadvertently achieved is... unmistakably asian in some respects. Not that I have anything against asian motifs but I can't help but feel the look is... everywhere! What I'd give to see some arabian, african, or even indian-centric motif's adorning layouts but, considering the massive popularity of anime, manga, kung-fu movies, etc., etc. these things which are as beautiful as anything to have come from the orient have not also reached mainstream. C'est la vie.

I don't think I've gone overboard with the asian spice; the bamboo leaves, the screens... What about the tiger, you say? Tigers are not exclusively asian, though that's probably the first region that comes to mind. What about the bengal tiger, or the siberian tiger? It's not even a tiger. It's a Liger (Ha! XD) and it has more to do with my undying love of Frank Frazetta than anything else. Don't know who he is? After flaying yourself twenty times, check out this link and MARVEL. The rest of the look, especially the little vertically challenged ogre guarding my navigation bar, is all eclectic and ALL me. This is my personality, unencumbered by my intellectual sensibilities, bled out of my soul and splattered for all to see. So enjoy it. I has given this journal the kind of spontaneous freedom my chambers might never have. I'm far too enamored with (and shackled by) classical, clean, timeless looks at home.

Can I have made this layout more classic, more contemporary, more timeless? Perhaps, but to hell with that. Why not? None of your damned business. Oh, and if I catch anyone taking and/or using elements of this layout without my permission for any reason, pray for a swift end for I will surely not show as much mercy as to I'll tell on you. You may thank my lawyers for that one.