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11:40 p.m., Tuesday, March 19, 2002

turtle tattoo taku: are they searching for Takumi with a tattoo of a turtle? I don't think he'd go for turtles. Actually, I can't imagine him getting a tattoo. (If you like Kei/Taku, though, maybe seeing Takumi have a fit as Kei tries to make him get a pikachu tattoo...)

08:59 p.m., Monday, March 18, 2002

between simple fan behavior and needing your head examined

04:51 p.m., Monday, March 18, 2002

Just how fast do you drive, Cyssy?

I just had a dream that I was still living with my parents in the house we lived in when I was in elementary school. You were coming from LA to pick me up for a con back in California. My parents didn't know where I was going, but they didn't approve. I told them I'd be back by 11 that night. (You were supposed to pick me up at 4:00pm.) Turns out you were an hour late because you stopped to pick up Miz along the way. (Mizzy, your hair was still like a penny.) You were driving a white LanEvo. My mother was not pleased to see you had CA plates, so you lied and said you'd been in Illinois and you hadn't just made the trip to Ohio in under two hours.

You know, driving like that makes you like Wataru in that one fic where he must be driving the bullet train to get to Tokyo in fifteen minutes. Ah, but you're not faster than my sister-in-law. At a snap of my brother's fingers, she instantly warped into the dream from Pittsburgh so that she could say hello to you.

06:29 a.m., Monday, March 18, 2002

My ini D marathon is over. Ah, I really want to write now, but everytime I watch it, I want to make it closer to cannon and it becomes more difficult. I make everything too hard. But, yay! I went through a bunch of floppies and found a fairly recent version of the fic. I am quite relieved. Thank you, hase and cyssy for looking, too.

I noticed quite a few things I hadn't noticed before while watching. That still surprises me, because I'm pretty sure I've watched most of it at least 10 times already. (Less for the heavily Natsuki or Iketanl/Mako episodes.) I'll try to collect my thoughts for some observations later.

11:27 p.m., Saturday, March 16, 2002

You know what I said about the DVDs' subtitling having as much innuendo as the fansubs? Second Stage, first episode, when Kyoichi and Seiji are talking at the lake right before Takumi and Itsuki arrive. Seiji: "Kyoichi, why don't we nail the FR drivers of the Gunma area?"

02:42 p.m., Saturday, March 16, 2002

because it is more fun to blame you than to blame the llama?

09:31 p.m., Friday, March 15, 2002

I have just about had it with people who use MLs as their own personal site updates list. If you really think someone gives a damn about whether your site has been updated, get a site update list. I like getting a little note in my inbox letting me know that one of my favorite sites has been updated. I hate seeing the same off-topic site update note coming to me on multiple lists. I don't even belong to that many lists anymore (because most piss me off).

If you're sending a site update to 20 different lists, you've got an ego that needs to be seriously chopped down to size and I am so close to just sending you all little off-list notes that tell you exactly what I think about you. This goes doubly so for those of you that only have archive sites. You're not even generating your own content! But you have to push your name and a link to your site under my nose three times a week.

Here's an idea, why don't you contribute to the conversation? Say something interesting and I'd be a lot more likely to follow a link in your signature in hopes that you're actually interesting on your site. And, please, before I'm forced to get violent, if you don't have anything related to initial D anywhere on your entire site, stop sending your site updates to the yaoi D list.

Don't be surprised if a message like this ends up in your in box one day: "Congratulations! In appreciation of your efforts to fill up my in box with OT crap, I have signed your e-mail addie up to every spam-generating list I could think of. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I have enjoyed all of your messages. Enjoy!"

04:10 p.m., Friday, March 15, 2002

The DVDs that I've been waiting for have finally made it. (Sent several days after I was told they were sent.) You know what I'll be doing this weekend--watching initial D for the umpteenth time, but this time on DVD. Yay.

I watched the first four episodes at lunch. Man, I knew those Cantonese dubs weren't great, but I had no idea of the true extent of their awfulness. Not only do they sound like only two actors doing all the parts (Itsuki, Natsuki, and Takumi all sound rather the same), but they seem to be missing some the background noises as well. (Somehow, Natsuki manages to be more annoying in Japanese though.)

The difference in subtitling is interesting. Several people have said that my screen caps seem to have a lot more yaoi innuendo than their fansubs have. There's some yaoi innuendo in the DVDs, but in different places--like Bunta saying it's hard to resist eager young men like Iketani. (Also, these subtitles make Natsuki's skankiness more apparent.)

I like Kei and Take's voices. *^^*

Wish I could go watch them all now.

Cys, I realized the bj scene was in that part, too. I really need to hunt it down. There must be a stray floppy somewhere. I still can't believe I deleted the one copy off my harddrive. *beats head against monitor*

That's part of the problem of using three different computers through the course of the day...

And on that subject, I'm trying to buy an old and simple laptop online. While I would love something like Bad Ass, I certainly don't need it. All I really want is something to run my text editor on. (Yes, it will be the yaoi fic compie.)

The laptop I have now was third hand, and while it was a blessing to get from my father during my second year of grad school, y2k didn't treat it well. (Good thing I bought my desktop after Christmas '99.) The poor thing is thirteen years old and barely managing to run Windows 3 anymore. The floppy drive is dead, the battery holds a charge for maybe 2 minutes, the old black and white screen needs to be squeezed kinda hard when it's turned on to make it light up, but I can still play Solitaire on it. (That's why it's not a bookend/doorstop yet, I've had a game of TriPeaks going on it for a couple years now.) When I was buying a printer for it several years ago, I had the guys at BestBuy blinking at me and saying they didn't even know that company had made laptops. ;>.>

I have one picked out, but for some reason half.com is taking an unusually long time to verify the credit card. (I've never noticed this problem with them before. Wonder if it is because of the ebay merger.)

(I tried to get hase to talk me out of buying one, tried to talk myself out of it by thinking of how many PS2 games I could buy with the money. But hase's argument that there might be more fics if I had a working laptop won. Maybe I'll be looking for another excuse soon for the lack of fics.)

I ordered some ini D djs last night, too. Ryousuke-uke. *^^* By SE Night. *^^* (SE Night is in my shortlist of favorite dj circles.) I blame hase for those purchases, too. (How long till she thwaps me?)

Oh, and Cys? I haven't watched Pimps Up, Hoes Down but I have seen it for rent. Is it a bad thing that it instantly made me think of you and Miz? (And you'll have to tell us how the stapled pants hold together.)

I had a Queer as Folk/Evangelion/Initial D dream a couple days ago. Didn't want to blog a lot about it because the images had such potential to disturb. But I do want to say something about it.

Imagine: Shingo in a shiny red Eva and Take in a black one (of course). Shingo has his Eva rip the armor over a certain bit of its anatomy off and then starts beating Takeshi's Eva about the ears demanding that it give him a blow job. >.> Yeah. Don't linger on the images too long. Takeshi refused, but I have a feeling the only reason it didn't happen is that I suddenly became aware of what I was dreaming and forced my thoughts not to go there.

(There was also a bit about butt plugs, because a recent conversation with sami left an image of Ryousuke in my head repeating that phrase like Hal Sparks did in an early QaF episode.)

01:18 p.m., Friday, March 15, 2002

woman fetish crush cats

I ask why, and yet, I do not want to know.

06:49 p.m., Wednesday, March 13, 2002

Mooncalf is a 29-years-old fangirl in Ohio. I am a 29-years-old fangirl in Ohio. The difference?

(Well, her blog's more fun to read than mine, but that's not the difference I'm counting.)

Her new layout features Ohio license plates. I was sad when I had to get Ohio plates. (I liked my Montana vanity plates.)

10:21 a.m., Tuesday, March 12, 2002

search hit: sexy over 50 years older women in nylons

Yes. I agree, older women can be sexy. Yet I've never gone as far as seeking them more than 50 years older than me. Even my grandmas are younger than that.

For all of you searching for men in bras, I will share the only men-in-bras story I have. Whee. It's short and stupid, not sexy.

Setting: College, sophomore year, northern Wisconsin, late fall, eight in the evening; Inky, her friends, Gene and Meagan, and Meagan's boyfriend at the time (I remember his name--though I won't put it here--only because he was a friend of mine, too, until he stole something rather expensive from me. Creep. I still want my dagger back.); everyone's in flannels and sweatshirts because it's Wisconsin, it's cold.

Scene: It's a weeknight in Wisconsin; we're bored. I'm the only one old enough to buy alcohol. None of us have cars to get us out of this boring town. Gene's girlfriend has a car, but she's in class. It's cold and dark and we're standing out on the green plotting what we should do.

Gene's brilliant idea: We should make a lot of noise outside the window of the classroom where his girlfriend's class is. (I can't remember her name. Her roommate's name was Lisa. Why do I remember that? Except I really didn't like Lisa.) We go over there and start howling like wolves. (This was a favorite night-time activity at the college, probably ranked 4th. Sex, beer, pot, howling: typical college, eh?)

The classroom is 2 floors up. We can just barely see shapes in the window. Someone comes over to the window. Gene starts saying how this won't work because howling is enough to make them look out the window, but not enough to get his girlfriend to leave the class. We need to do something that will make his girlfriend mad enough to come outside. (Yes, now that I think about it, it's terribly stupid logic.)

Inky's brilliant idea: I take my bra off from under my layers of flannel and hand it to Gene. He puts it on over his sweatshirt. Meagan's boyfriend hands over his gloves and I stuff them in the bra. Gene is now wearing a badly stuffed, hot pink satin underwire over a Tigger sweatshirt. We stand close to the building where we can't be seen. Gene stands in the clearing, his arms outstretched. We howl.

Gene suddenly says, "Oh, shit, the prof's coming." He runs half-way across campus wearing my bra, while the rest of us can't run because we're laughing too hard.

There. At least now that's one search hit that I'll be getting because I actually talked about it.

09:02 a.m., Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Claire, glad the pic amused you. ^_^

BTW, I like your new layout. That and... XP you're more mature than me. I only got the plain ol' mature instead of the "way too." I think I've aged past the "way too"--which doesn't make much sense when I think about it.)

I am the Rack

"Victims are tied into you and stretched inch by agonizing inch, until they are either rent limb from limb or they confess. Or hey, maybe both. Not as bad as some people, someone tells you what you want to hear you'll feel better."

What torture would you be?

Strangely enough, tying people down has always been a favorite fantasy of mine... o.O

07:41 a.m., Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Yes, I am number one for chocobo fetish.

Since I haven't been blogging, I haven't been keeping up on the search hits. It sure looks like Lulu and Wakka and FFX-hentai have been almost all my hits in the last couple days.

Searching for Lulu I understand. (Heck, I would search for her too, if I thought that anyone would write a decent fic that does her justice and doesn't turn her into a bimbo.)

I don't understand the fascination with Wakka, though. I hate Blitz ball--therefore I haven't gotten many of Wakka's special skills, and I don't use him a lot in my party. Besides, I have no desire to see that boy naked. None.

(I am curious what his hair would look like without all the gel, though. It's got to be some super-strong formula to keep it funky like that even under water. (Or maybe he uses superglue?))

Anyhow, the chocobo fetish search is giving me bad ideas. I might have to do something about it. Not sure what yet.

101 H uses for chocobo feathers? Pictures of all my favorite FF characters dressed as chocobos/wearing feathers/hugging chocobos? Vincent, Cid, and Rude; Kain, Edge, and Rydia; Sabin and Setzer; Seifer; "Thunder God" Cid (Orlandu from FFT); Kuja; and Lulu--all in feathers...

Maybe that's not scary enough. Maybe just all the Cids from the different games.

Or maybe a lil ficlet--oh, but I'd like to see Setzer naked in a bed of feathers... it's the white hair. (I bet Setzer would look like Sephiroth if he ever gets into bondage gear.) (Maybe I shouldn't say that, that'll bring more disturbing search hits in a couple weeks.)

Now I am on such a rabid FF-fangirl kick. Must stop.

Oh, the ficbitches have a new review up. (I wish I knew why that Lunar Love person's writing seems so familar to me. That attitude... I know that from somewhere...)

It's a review of a Star Ocean: Second Story fic. I sold my game recently. In some ways I wish I hadn't, I really did want to know what happened. But that was about the time that my memory card went batty and lost my game saves for Lunar, FF8, Grandia, and SO:SS. By the time I got around to playing it again, I had played several more recent games, and I could no longer stand how insanely slow the characters walked and how damn slow the dialogue was. You couldn't change the setting to make reading it any faster either. I got sick of it and decided there was no way I was ever going to finish it and sold it. Darn.

When I played it, I renamed Ashton. Made him "D.G." which was short for Damaged Goods. This dates back to college and an interview Jay Leno did with Jim Carrey that my roommate and I saw. "Damaged Goods" is one of those phrases that always remind us of each other. Ashton actually used it to describe himself, so I had to change the name.

Maybe I should get the game again. I know I don't have the patience for it, but I also got sad when I realized that you don't get Dias as a character unless you are playing Rena's story. Hmm...

Dias and Kuja would look good with blue chocobo feathers.

Is FF7 the only one with blue chocobos?

Yes, I should be working.

(A long time ago, I started a picture of myself (a purple-winged llama) with Cat Sith, a moogle, and a chocobo. It's probably hiding somewhere in photoshop. I should finish it someday. It's one of the first things I started to CG though, so it's not the greatest pic.) (Oh, here's the outline of it.)

12:41 p.m., Monday, March 11, 2002

Hadn't realized how long it has been since I blogged last. It's a combination of me being way too busy at work, the computer at home being way too grindy-growly, and the PS2's efforts to suck away the last of my soul.

Another couple days and things at work should be getting better. Well, it's partly better already. Last Wednesday I was at the "I am going to KILL EVERYONE at work" stage. (One of my workers, Ed, saw the IM window that I had typed that in and had quite a laugh. I assured him that this time everyone meant the people above me at work, not my workers--though sometimes I am ready to clobber them, too.)

There will be a bit more paperwork for me to do at work, but--drumroll, please--they're thinking about finally treating me like an adult and letting me have a printer at work. It's so stupid really. My "real boss" was on medical leave since the end of August. She's just retired as of the first of March. All this time, I've been provisionally under 3 different bosses. I don't think it has occurred to them yet that now that she's retired, they need to reconsider who my boss is again. (They are not planning to fill her position for at least a year.)

The stupid bit is that last year I really was the business office's peon. (I have a higher degree than all of them, but I'm still the pee-on.) Now, my 3 provisional bosses are all from the president's office. The business office still treats me like I'm some dumb teenager who can't think for herself, but I am hearing from my "bosses" about how incompetent the business office is.

Speaking of work, I guess I should go get out of my 'jammies and go. I have about 10 minutes to get there. >.>

I just wanted to make sure I got myself back into my old blog habit.


Okay, back for more. (I realized that first bit doesn't make too much sense.)

I was upset on Wednesday because the 2 "bosses" who I really like (they seem a lot more human--and, yet, more trustworthy--than most of the administration around here) were having this big back-and-forth e-mail conversation that I was being cc'd on. The whole thing would have at least tripled the amount of paper I am wasting on paperwork that we have the technology to do electronically, only it seems that the IT guy and I are the only two people around here that care about reducing paper waste.

Oddly enough, the IT guy went to my college. He graduated the year before me, but I didn't know him there. I was here a year before I saw something that said he had graduated from the same place. (It was an environmental college--hence, the concern about paper.)

I was upset mostly because I am so used to not being listened to around here. The business office does some really stupid stuff that I have learned not to try to explain to them why it is stupid. They don't listen. It's like they are incapable of listening... I'm not sure if it's my age or lack of status here that makes them incapable. (The IT guy is a year younger than me, but since they don't know anything about computers, they tend to listen to him.)

I was all angry because I assumed the 2 bosses wouldn't listen either. While I was bitching and moaning online to either hase or miz, one of them asked if I had actually talked to the bosses about the problem. >.>

Well... no... I hadn't.

I owe whoever asked a big thank you. I e-mailed the bosses and asked for a time to speak to them both. They set up a meeting on Friday. I thought it would maybe take half an hour, it took two and a half. It was a really good meeting.

I'd go all into details, but I think I have probably bored everyone enough already.

In other news: My initial D DVDs still haven't arrived. (grrr...)

On Friday, I played GT3 for the first time in a couple weeks. I had been working on clearing the tracks in Arcade Mode... easy version. Remember that I said I sucked. Before it was taking several tries to clear a track. I was clearing maybe one or two tracks a night. One of them took two days to clear. On Friday, somehow I picked it up and cleared the remaining 18 tracks in one sitting. Even the really tricky ones like the Tahiti Maze didn't take more than 2 tries. It was weird.

So now I am playing Normal version. And I SUCK once again. Somehow, I can only win the rally races. I think the easy version allowed me to pick up some bad habits. My best car is still just the Shingo-mobile, but I am so fond of it. Shingo takes over my brain when I drive it.

I finished my long-abandoned 2nd play of Vagrant Story last week and started my 3rd. That's what I spent my weekend on. Somehow, even after thinking I'd been everywhere, I only got 93% completion on 2nd play, I'm going for 100% this time--so far, I've only found one room that I know I've never been in before. I only have the Cathedral and the rest of the Iron Maiden left. They've got to be there somewhere...

Well, that's enough rambling for now.

Oh, and cyssypon? When I see you next, I need to give you a hug. You shoulder guilt that truly doesn't belong on your shoulders. I had a long, part theological, part socio-political ramble in my head this morning for you, but I decided to spare everyone else that reads this. *huggles the cyssy*

07:37 a.m., Monday, March 11, 2002