I Don't Do Nice

Salvation meets Machete

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 01:15:22 GMT

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A Winner Is Me

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 01:11:07 GMT

I CHALLENGE YOU!

Everyone's a Captain, baby, on this ship of Fools...

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 01:48:46 GMT

Just when you thought you were safe from douchebagery - GreatestJournal, for mystical, inexplicable reasons, has limited their available icon slots from 1000, to 100... to 10. Ten. Effing ten! There's nothing official explaining the cause to my satisfaction, but some are pegging it on atmospheric phenomenon... Good luck to me in picking ten facial expressions to cover the full gauntlet for Onikins, or any other character I might want to play. Fanfuckingtastic.

Le Shudder

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:10:00 GMT

Today I was reminded that "Role-Playing" can have a plethora of hidden meanings, whilst searching the term in LJ's interests... *shudder*

You Hungry, You Hungry...

Wed, 23 May 2007 01:40:46 GMT

Yo Mamma said you hungry.
Can't get enough of that commercial...

Random: "That a woman like you, with your exceptionally healthy libido and your love of getting nailed, not to mention your devotion to making your man cum through the roof, should go without sex is a grave cosmic injustice... There is something not right with the universe. . .the cosmos must be mis-aligned or something to allow that to happen." This is why I love my friends.

Today(ish): Grrrah! I keep forgetting to send out my Thank-you packages! So it finally happened last week. My goddamned ceremony. It's officially over. So I get my picture taken... walk across the stage and shake the hands of people I don't know the names of... Hey, atleast one of the Deans complimented my hair (~~and yet, wtf?~~) ...Only to walk over to my assorted family members, open the envelope and find "Hi! We fucked up your degree so you're going to have to wait until we send you a corrected version when we get it sometime in mid-June! And by "mid-June" we mean June 30th, the earliest!" Or words to that effect...

Oh! And it gets better. Behind that lovely form is another sheet certifying the satisfactory completion of requirements by... John. B. Thomas, also known as Not-Even-Close-To-Being-ME. So I return Johnny's slip to some Dean or other, thinking that, you know, he might just want that. And fume. And, counting this moment, rant. But hey, it could be worse, right? Atleast they noticed that they messed it up. *sigh* TT . TT

More Random(!): Two posts today. Three if I can post in "Snakes in the Grass", the muse of which has somewhat eluded me. Wooot, DM! Yes, I'm Awesome! XD

Foreboding

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:18:37 GMT

Random:
It's funny what I do and don't remember... For instance, the empty lots around my old neighborhoods in Detroit and Hamtramck. I remember... that there was a massive stump from a massive tree in the 3 by 6ft 'yard' in front of our house. I must have been six or younger when they cut it down. I remember that night very clearly. I don't know why, but it was very late when they did it and they let me watch. They had to clear off all the branches first. They had to tell everyone not to park on the street, so the limbs or trunk didn't land on anyone's car. I don't know how they managed to keep it from falling on and damaging anyone's house; it was that big. Something about cutting it in a certain direction.

Odd, though, that I don't remember the house that occupied the empty lot next to our house before it was empty. There used to be one. I can't recall a single thing about it. Not the way it looked. Not the reason it got torn down. Just that one day there was a house and the next day there wasn't. It's like that with all the empty lots - on the street in Detroit that my Grandfather, god rest his soul, used to live on. It's more empty lots than houses now. I don't remember the houses from those lots. Just that houses used to be there. With one exception: my Grandfather's house is now one of those empty lots. After he died, the city of Detroit condemned it and it was destroyed. That one I can remember.

Lately, all of my dreams have been set in Detroit. Cast with people I met here, but always set in Detroit. I wish I knew why.

Interview with the Oni

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 00:52:46 GMT

Five Finger Discount from llesnouh
Ask questions about some of my characters/NPC's. You can specify whether or not you want the question answered OOC by me, as the DM/creator {FireChild of TRB}, or IC, as if the characters themselves were posed the questions. Or perhaps even both, for shits and giggles. Be careful of what you ask, you may end up with more spoilers than you wanted if you're playing with any of these characters.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS
001. Akhom, S_n of the Aten
002. Akiro - Aku - Aku of the Mountain
003. Balrog Brothers
004. Burnar
005. Ibram of Halaal
006. Ikusura, Progenitor
007. Kukichuyo, son of Kazuo
008. Ogun, Father of Fire
009. Rashid Mansouri
010. Shinigami - Shyahaima
011. Skelos, the Seer
012. High Priest Yutang
013. Zabibi
014. Zaia
*You may ask questions about characters not listed here, but understand that there's a high chance my response will be "Not telling".

ARTISTIC LICENSE
Osiris - Usire
Sekhmet - Sakhmet
Thoth
*Same applies.

SUMMARIES

Akhom, S_n of the Aten
Akhom has followed one man from Memphis clear across the ocean of fire and into Assyria, to make his apologies. But to apologize for what? How has he wronged this man who is one hair's breadth away from evil? And how is it they've come to find themselves trapped together, victims of a shadowy ambush in the streets of Nineveh, emprisoned in a 'dungeon' as weird as they?

Akiro - Aku - Aku of the Mountain
A mystery amongst mysteries, Aku of the Mountain, as he is known now, has lived through several Namirem lifetimes. No one knows why, but many speculate that his unnatural longevity stems from some ancient connection between him and the deathgod Shinigami. He now lives in isolation, strong in his mountain, pursuing the life of a blacksmith though his true talents - as a master of the antiquarian Namir martial art, Kikentaido, and as a powerful sorceror - go unnoticed by the people below.

The Balrog Brothers
Their names are nothing more than an amalgam of the startled exclamations by the senile wizard who "gave birth" to them and then, shortly after, perished (of heart complications). The twins were 'adopted' as it were by the remaining Balrogs and brought back to their home - The Shounetsu Jigoku, or Hell of Fire, domain of the deathgod Shinigami - fitting for spectres of shadow and flame. Do to their small stature {a miniscule 14ft tall} the juveniles were stationed in Shinigami's stronghold (they are the only ones that'll fit) as her personal guard. Recently they've been reassigned to guarding Shinigami's charge, their friend, Tygre.

Burnar
Mentioned but not seen. He is High Priest Yutang's strong-man, and does his dirty work - along with his cutthroat hires, his paid mercenaries. Even he is capable of plotting.

Ibram of Halaal
A mysterious man who disappears suddenly after the riot at, and subsequent explosion/burning of, The Boar's Head in Nineveh.

Ikusura, Progenitor
The 'First Namir'. Her name, which roughly translates to "Necessary Fear & Reverence" amongst other things, was given to her after death by overbearing Namirem rulers. She is a descendant (one of many) of an elemental elder god, the living embodiement of deep waters, whose depths still contain so many mysteries. Unable to ascend to her father's paradise and unwilling to settle down in another afterlife, Ikusura instead chooses to haunt her direct descendents - meddling quite gleefully in their affairs. In this respect, she is considered a demigod by the Namir, however 'death' is also in her name... and even she cannot predict her own future, if she has one.

Kukichuyo, son of Kazuo
Kukichuyo is a mortal, human devotee of the deathgod, Shinigami, who used his powers and training to open for himself a portal unto Hell (The Shounetsu, to be precise) so that he could serve his god at her feet. It was an impetuous move that very nearly cost him his life - a ghastly end at the tearing, rending hands of Hells denizens - or would have had he not been saved by none other than Shinigami herself. So it would seem that the monk got his wish... In a manner of speaking.

Ogun, Father of Fire
Ogun is the elder elemental god of fire; younger brother, in fact, of Ikusura's father - her uncle. He himself embodies the geothermal heat that is essentially life for the world. Were his fire to extinguish, so would the flame of life. Little fear of that since, as Shinigami herself has said, this is a man who has raized continents to smouldering ashes. Like the planet, Ogun has mellowed with time - though it has taken eons of it. Very little is known about Ogun, even by other gods, outside of his private battle with his brother and, later, with his niece. The jucyiest gossip surrounding the primordial man is his recent transmutation of Shinigami, and the drama that was part of it.

Rashid Mansouri
Shop keeper in the Bazaar of Nineveh with a heavy heart and sombre countenance. What is the significance if his figurines, that of a woman and child, that seems to cause him so much anguish? Why do the drums in the night unnerve him so?

Shinigami - Shyahaima
Most gods are born into divinity. Others earn the divine spark, through epic deeds, or by extinguishing that spark in others. Shinigami was molded into godhood. As such, she is a wildcard; an unpredictable variable in that not even the gods closest to her - the ones responsible for her position and power - know for certain her deepest motives. It is for this unpredictability, her power, her poise, that she is feared, reverred, and scorned... even by other occupants of the pantheon.

Skelos, the Seer
A bearded, bleach-boned skeleton with 'coke-bottle' glasses, Skelos resides in Hell as if he were on vacation. His undeniable sense of ease amongst the worst atrocities of Hell has made him notorious. He was an oracle in life and, even in death, he is known to reveal a prophecy now and again.

High Priest Yutang
Mentioned, but not yet seen. He is the black-handed servant of Seth and is the real power in Nineveh. His fate, he thinks, is assured. But little does he know that even he does not hold a monopoly on evil in Nineveh... And things he thought taken care of still fester. There is unfinished business...

Zabibi
An elderly shop matron with a kindly, wrinkled face, Zabibi offers a caring shoulder and encouraging words of advice in a city reknowned for its malice and vice. Like the trinkets she sells, she is more than what she seems...

Zaia
Orphaned and mutilated, the young slave Zaia has dreams of freedom from pain, freedom from fear and hunger. Is there a reason that few, even among the guards and taskmasters of his personal hell, know of the boy? Is he a secret? And why was his life spared, but then his body mutilated, when others' were not?

Double Major = Double Trouble

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 01:07:45 GMT

Random:
What the bloody hell is up with this weather? It's been consistently cold for the last bloody week! Guess I'm just in a mood to gripe...

Today:
Ah, where to begin... I suppose I'll start with the most pertinent. I got my blood tests back today. The doctor, one of the kindest I've been through, was decent enough to try to break the news gently. The results were not good. And my health is fading. Stress related, they say. Worse I feel, worse it gets, apparently. Good news is that it's somewhat treatable, if not curable. Like my other health problems, these things won't just go away with a little pill-popping and antibiotics. Organ failure is a bitch like that. I need surgery I can't afford and, even if I get it, I'll still need medication. Possibly for the rest of my life.

This puts a whole new perspective on the idea of health for me. For most of my life, I naively believed that health consisted of diet and exercise. Ironic, now, how I envy people I know with terrible eating habits and slothful behaviours their healthy pink innards that don't go quitting on them. Let this be a lesson to anyone happening by; life as a lush will catch up to you. I've had my share of 'fun' but, boy, am I paying for it now. Paying in spades. There are some things, I suppose, I need still be grateful for. While the collicky attacks're hell, they're somewhat manageable with massive amounts of Ibuprofen. Hence why I've been able to put off treatment {yes, willingly and, recently, knowingly}. I like to think that it's my natural strength and 'hardiness' that has made this the case but I think if I can be honest with myself I know that it's simply the hand that was dealt to me. Luck, in a manner of speaking. Oh, don't get me wrong... I can't delude myself into thinking that, at the core of the matter, I'm not responsible for my illness. I am. Am I alone in that blame? No, but that doesn't excuse me. Does it sadden me? Yes... But like so many other things in life that can't be changed, I'll have to learn to deal.

On top of all this rainbow sunshine...
...I'm having difficulties with the university. It appears that, in ways I'm incapable of understanding, the fact that I'm not currently registered for classes {because I'm finished} means that I wasn't considered a candidate for graduation {because I'm finished}. If that makes sense to you then, by all means, feel free to explain because my insufferable know-it-all brain can't quite wrap around that. Me finishes requirements - unexpectedly ahead of time (yay!) - Me cannot get degree. Wtf? Not without jumping through a few hoops ass backwards. The reason I keep getting is that, without being currently registered, they have no way of tracking me. I wonder how that is... Because both of my departments {two since I'm a double major} sent in my completed senior reviews. Did they receive my reviews and say "This person isn't a student!" (insert pompous-asshole accent here) and chuck it in the trash? What other evidence, in addition to that and my diploma application, did they need to fire up the old alarm and alert them to the fact that, Hey, maybe this person isn't taking classes because (s)he is fucking FINISHED. Exactly how else are they notified? It certainly can't be that they couldn't use my student number. Registrar could use it. Health services is still using it. Student accounting sure as hell still is using it. In fact everyone BUT the academic deans seems able to access my records. Why is that? My highly intellectual brain is sensing this is because the whole situation is complete and utter bullshit.
But the Powers That Be are just that...
And I tried so hard to avoid the RUScrew...
Should have known better...

p.s. I want to take this moment to apologize to anyone who knows me and may be reading this for my apparent disappearance from the face of the planet. I hope they understand that, all things considered, I'm doing the best I can. Not being able to be on much, on the forum or on here for that matter, pains me as much if not more than it may or may not pain you. All I can say is that, god willing, this too will pass.

Why Not?

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 02:24:58 GMT

From llesnouh

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of Livejournal?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What's your favorite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. In one word, how would you describe me?
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Now onto other things I meant to do...

Random:
{Reminder}I really need to reorganize my entries so the account is more usable in the future.
Is there such a thing as an opposite to writer's block? Has anyone else ever had too much to say at once? Writer's flood? I've had that recently, where I keep thinking of things I want to write about... but then I end up with too much and either forget some of it, or decide to leave it alone since finding a place to start is frustrating.

Today(ish):
Congratulations to Rutgers Anthropologist, Robert Trivers,
for receiving the Crafoord Prize (biological equivalent of the Nobel Prize). According to the Rutgers announcement, Trivers will receive his $500k grant, one of the largest awards in the scientific community, from the Queen of Sweden later this month in a ceremony that will also commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Crafoord Prize itself. Read more here. Trivers specializes in social evolution, specifically the genetic aspect of social evolution {selfish genes}, symmetry-cues, deception and self deception. He teaches social evolution and natural selection. His work has been the foundation for subsequent work, not only by anthropologists but by biologists and ecologists, and his new book, GENES IN CONFLICT: the Biology of Selfish Genetic Elements, with great reviews, is already a staple in the personal libraries of many aspiring scientists.

Named one of the 100 most influencial thinkers of our time, Trivers has been called an "under-appreciated genius" and it is this sentiment among scientists that brings me to one of my personal memories of Trivers; That of another prestigious Rutgers anthropologist, Robert (they're all named Robert) Blumenschine when he said, jokingly, that Trivers was a living example of how big brains cost energy, since he always complains that thinking big thoughts all the time makes him tired. XD

Lastly: All massive department-wide gossip aside, I'm glad to hear of Triver's award not because of his influential research, nor due to some deluded sense of reflected glory, but because of his self-appointed duty to attend a yearly farse of an event, which shall remain unnamed, patiently wading through the boo-hiss of the ignoramus in the hopes that his instructing will reach even one student - and bring that one student a greater understanding of the science and realtiy of evolution.

Congratulations to Rutgers Women's Basketball for reaching the NCAA Final Four, and for a great season. Proving for once that not only the big, hulking mens can have glory.

The Misadventures of 'Ole Reliable

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 23:57:50 GMT

Random: Marky Mark {Mark Wahlberg} does not condone racism...
                  " On the house tip is how I'm swingin' this
                    Strictly Hip-Hop boy, I ain't singin' this
                    Bringing this to the entire nation
                    Black, white, red, brown
                    Feel the vibration "

                  Marky Mark does not endorse the use of illegal substances...
                  " Donnie D's on the back up
                    Drug free, so put the crack up
                    No need for speed
                    I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my
                    Body is healthy
                    My rhymes make me wealthy
                    And the Funky Bunch helps me
                    To bring you a show with no intoxication
                    Come on feel the vibration "
                  Marky Mark for a better tomorrow. Bad 90's Dance-Hiphop; My Antidrug.

Today:
This morning, the sun of resurrection shined its smiling rays down on my five+ year old hand-me-down system, lovingly termed Bessy, aka Ole Reliable. With only 10Gb of hard drive and 256Mb of memory, Bessy does the best she can. Alas, viruses struck at my benevolent-behemoth's vulnerable backside even as I was installing anti-virus software. Is that virus-resistant or virus-retarded? Even now, it won't commit to clensing after scanning. I think I hear the sweeter pastures of new-fangled notebooks calling me; It's time to put Bessy to pasture. It's been in prolonged death throes for quite some time now - the sound habitually craps out on me, the cd/dvd drive mercifully deigns to work on rare occasion. This newest turn of near-death in which I couldn't drag/drop, copy/paste, or access my start menu/task bar/ cd drive simply brings my hideously past due need to upgrade to a better system into achingly clear focus.

And thus my absense since Friday and glaringly obvious lack of postage. Today, however, is a new day. Determined, I rolled up my sleeves and administered life-giving CPR to my downed beast. Much later, with stringent use of safe mode and no small amount of kicking and thinly veiled threats, Bessy was back on her {albeit unsteady} feet. With any luck, I'll be posting tonight. Please kindly douse the torches and lower the "Death to the DM!" signs and flyers. If anyone in this relationship is going to snap and commit a horrific count of double homicide-suicide, I'll be damned if it isn't me.

"Can you feel it baby?
I can too"

The Worst Happens

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 21:21:54 GMT

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...

Happy Valentine's Day '07

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:34:10 GMT

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! >.<
...
Or would have been had I not come out in July...
...
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!
...
True story. *nod*
...
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.

Appeasement Be Damned!

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 02:52:42 GMT

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...

Heart bursting inside chest...

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 13:27:21 GMT

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:

Have You Lost Your Fucking Minds?!

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. >=}

Must... Resist... The URGE

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 00:38:19 GMT

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...

It's a LIGER (maybe.)

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:34:27 GMT

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.