Finally, an excuse to post some music! I have so many lovely new albums I'd love to share.

o1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
o2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
o3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

pkwench gave me "C".

Hm. I've got a few very easy C-songs (Cosmic Slop!) but I tried to pick something that a) I hadn't uploaded before, and b) that would fit well together. These are all rather slow, melancholy autumn songs.

Hungry Lucy: Cover Me

Nick Cave & Warren Ellis: Cheata

Moloko: Cannot Contain This

Rose Berlin feat. Dean Garcia of Curve: Coraline

Bloc Party: Compliments

Hope you like. I'm off to open the wine.

feels: peaceful hears: Hungry Lucy

Tällanen meeminpuolikas jonka nyysin pihkaalta ettei äljiini ihan hometta pukkaisi.

( Turhaa ja lapsellista, juuri mitä lääkäri määrää. )

feels: sleepy

I never do this, you know.

Music is one of the topics I don't even pretend to be smart about; I just know what I like. Sometimes that's rare 70's funk, sometimes Heather Nova, sometimes Primal Scream. I admire people who understand music, because to me it's some form of strange magic that happens through complex rituals and ceremonies. I simply enjoy the occasional result, and have no real definable taste.

But we all have that one, certain band, don't we? The one we plastered the walls of our room with. The one whose lyrics we van recite from memory. Mine is Oasis, and I have to say that I do know a few things about it. Oasis was my boyband, my unshakable vice, and it will always have a special place in my heart. Given that this autumn they split, I feel like I have to say something. Ahem. Eulogy time.

( This is going to be long-winded. Feel free to skip. I mostly just want to write this for myself. )

Rest in peace, Oasis, you bloody fantastic pop creature, you.

Oasis: Whatever (Live, Acoustic, Noel singing)
Note the flawless transition to Beatles towards the end.

I drink to every sucker standing here
Among the few who've tried to cheat the years
There's always one of us who's blown away
I'll scratch a star for breath along the way
-Oasis: Thank You For the Good Times

feels: nostalgic hears: Oasis: Cast No Shadow

I went to the Turku International Book Fair, and found me Colin Greenland's Harm's Way! Oh joy! Oh literary rapture! I can't even begin to explain how much this book means to me - I love its London and its spaceships, and the sheer madness of how its world operates. If I got a wish from a mythical encounter of your choice, and my dream of becoming a great comic artist was realised, I'd give this book as my number one inspiration when it comes to writing. (Ian Gibson would be the biggest inspiration when it comes to art.) Alas, I've not had a mythical encounter of any kind, but the steampunk gentlemen I've been scribbling about lately also owe a lot to Harm's Way. Wheeee.

In addition to Greenland, I found a collection of Pedro Almodóvar's writings, and seven new geek-related badges. And the last volume of François Bourgeon's Les Compagnons du crépuscule (Hämärän matkamiehet in Finnish; I don't know any French) also arrived in the post. Sweet. Now, to find all the rest of the volumes, and Les Passagers du vent, too..

Wait, do I need money for rent and food? Someone remind me.

feels: content hears: Basement Jaxx: Distractionz

What an appropriate icon.

Well, I was pretty sure I'd like District 9 when I went to see it. The trailer looked provocative and interesting, and of course there was the magical "Peter Jackson" sign hanging over it. What I didn't know was that it would make me feel so much genuine outrage.

I don't have many sacred cows. I make a lot of jokes that are in very questionable taste, and can take it when others do, too. It's my favourite coping mechanism, really, and that justifies its liberal use to me. Of course I see red if I hear people blather about how Neil Gaiman is "following a trend of serious writers who now write comics" (no, seriously, I heard this amazing example of brainage today), or if people answer their mobiles and start gossiping during the ride of the Rohirrim. Even when it comes to Really Serious Matters and not just personal taste, I can generally raise my eyebrows, think "what an asshole", perhaps vent to my friends and leave it at that - there are a lot of idjits around, and most of the time it's no use pointing it out to them, it won't work.

But during this film, I had a very strong feeling that there were heads that needed slapped in that cinema.

It was a very, very sad film from beginning to end. I don't think the sides of my mouth twitched up once. The allegory was completely blatant, but handled quite well. It was in fact so blatant that it added even more punch to the film. This film is not even remotely about space creatures; it's all about us, and not trying to hide it. And the taste left in your mouth at the end is not savoury. Fuck, we're such wankers. I hope no intelligent species ever finds us.

There were alien guns, and gore, and Very Very Evil Men in the story, however, so someone is going to watch it for the sheer "burn motherfuckers" factor. I thought the violence in the film was driven by desperation and panic and generally not even meant to be entertaining, but obviously, someone was entertained, because I heard a few guys in the next row to us whoop and laugh during the fights. It was such a small thing, really, and the guys didn't act all that badly - they weren't even loud. But I felt a strong urge to thwack them up the head, anyway. It was not fucking funny. I was surprised to find myself feeling this way; like I said, my sense of humour is so wide it borders on twisted.

It was not like I was defending the most perfectest film ever, either. I mean, it was a great film, but not perfect by any means - the bad guys were indeed Very Very Bad, some to the point where they could've twirled their moustaches while eating baby legs for breakfast and I wouldn't have batted an eyelash. Hell, they did more disgusting things throughout the film. And the almost only female character in the film was the stupidest bint on this side of the galaxy. SPOILAR, KINDA("My dad who works for the Seekrit Agency of Big Guns and who hates my husband has told me that my husband is very very sick with blood poisoning, so I guess I can't ever see him again and I should probably help my dad and forget all about my husband now. Oh how sad. Oh look, pretty flower!")END SPOILAR

Weird. Me, defending the unfunniness of a film. Anyway, go see D9. You'll probably feel sad and disgusted with the human race, and swear off prawns for a good long while, but you also won't miss a great, provocative film.

Oh my God. The Lovely Bones trailer looks absolutely amazing. Do want! Right now!

You might say I'm drowning in ghostly stuff already, what with the Orpheus game (I wonder if there's a 12-step program for GMs who use too many cliffhangers?) and my newly found love for the British drama series Afterlife (I cried like a baby, and more than one episode actually creeped me out). Now that I think about it, I also finished Gaiman's Graveyard Book quite recently. Oh, and I've been reading more of Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves. I have to read it one chapter at a time; it's heady and disturbing stuff. Absolutely brilliant, too.

Maybe I'll get around to Dead Like Me or something next.

hears: Veto: Duck, Hush And Be Still

O hi, every single Elfquest comic ever! I'm sure I'm the last to find out that the Pinis have put them all online for anyone to read, but still, a fun surprise. I think it started from a FandomSecret thread concerning Dart and Kimo and their Speshul Friendship, and then I just had to check this out myself, because Fluffy knows I haven't followed Elfquest in ages. Dart's merry band is the focus group of the Forevergreen arc, and I could never bring myself to read that before - I stayed away from most Elfquest stuff non-Pini.

Now that I have read it... I'm sorry, but it has to be said: horrible, horrible art, everyone suffers from sudden personality loss, and the plot has a tendency to meander - not the mention the highly unsatisfying end. The Pinis okayed this? Well, perhaps they did, because The Searcher & The Sword, the latest all-Pini Elfquest story, isn't much better. I hate the Mary Sue-y Shuna and the way she hogs attention, especially when old characters like Treestump and Strongbow have important moments and are given hardly a page. Hmph. And Wendy Pini clearly has either not mastered digital colouring or then she's been in an awful hurry - the colours are often glaring, and the outlines look sketchy and unfinished.

On the other hand, I picked up The Discovery almost by accident when I was in New York - I think it was in the five dollar bin, or something. Lucky turn, as it's also new Pini, but definitely prettier to look at. There's not much plot apart from Sunstream's recognition, but Chitter did make me giggle a bit. Very fitting, indeed. If the Pinis draw some more Quests, I have no doubt I'll read them, even if they'll never be as exciting as the original Quest and the Kings of the Broken Wheel arc. EQ will always have a special place in my heart. It might be silly hippy fantasy but it's entertained me for years.

Moar ice cream now. I have to distract myself from the summer cottage fever somehow...

feels: curious

Dammit, I can't help it. This looks so freaking cool for some reason. Maybe I'm just a ho for genre movies that take the less beaten path. Maybe it's the fact that Sam Neill is a vampire leader. Maybe it's Willem Dafoe. Maybe it's Ethan Hawke in a film that reminds me of Gattaca - one of my old favourites. This looks like it could provide me with suitably dark mood for Orpheus inspiration, too. Do want!

Speaking of Orpheus, I owe my group a truckload of puppies. Yikes. But as long as I don't break the players, I think I'm safe, yanking the characters' chains... I think.

feels: thirsty

Just spent the Midsummer's with my folks in our family's summer cottage.

Let me just type that again: in our summer cottage in the countryside. We have one now. And it's perfect. Well, it's quite small, so no huge garden parties, and it has a slight ant problem, and the lakeside is a kilometre away. However, none of these little problems are even remotely annoying when you have lovely, ancient trees everywhere and a garden with blackcurrants and strawberries and raspberries and herbs, and the best sauna in the whole world, lovely people and cows as neighbours, a cuckoo clock on the wall and the best of all, nothing but peace and quiet and the southern Finnish countryside at its prettiest everywhere around you. Heavenly. It's exactly what Mum has always wanted, and I'm so happy for her. Of course, I'm already itching for the day when I can ride my bike the ~20 kilometres from the railway station, and then stay at the cottage all on my lonesome, drinking tea on the rocky hillside, watching the friendly cows.

I think the lake has its own monster, too. I clearly saw it hailing me with its flipper.

It's strange to be back in the city again, but I'll manage. Because I can go back again later this summer! Eep!

feels: giddy hears: Annbjørg Lien: Àja

My throat hurts, and the cat cries and cries because I won't open the balcony door for him. The temperature's plummeted 20 degrees Celsius since Monday! That's not right! I demand my summer! If it's this cold and grey on my birthday, I'm going to pout so hard. :((((

The boss finally informed me that I do have a summer job... yesterday. After I had already panicked about not being able to pay the bills and not having anything to spend on geeky teeshirts and RPG books save for later. Well, better late than never, I guess.

In other news, God Kathryn Bigelow's new movie looks good. Do want. But I doubt it's ever going to be shown in cinemas here, so I'll have to settle for Terminator 4. IRONY

Yup, gotta go to work now.

Finally, a meme I haven't posted before!

Comment to this entry and I'll pick three of your fandoms. Then update your journal and answer the following questions:

01: What got you into this fandom in the first place?
02: Do you think you'll stay in this fandom or eventually move on?
03: Favorite episodes/books/movies/etc.?
04: Do you participate in this fandom (fanfiction, graphics, discussions)?
05: Do you think that more people should get into this fandom?

veleda_k gave me X-Files, Firefly, and Yami no Matsuei.

( Babble babble babble! )

Whew. Anyone else for a quick trip down the fandom memory lane?

feels: nostalgic hears: Rome season two in the background

Can't sleep. Constantly distracted by hobbits. I keep getting up and digging around for some fic from '01 I've just remembered, or listening to the Howard Shore soundtracks one more time... I remember this used to happen a lot about six years ago - but I was in my late teens then, and Return of the King was about to come out. I have no such excuses now. Well, I still have a slight temperature, but that hardly counts. Curses.

Where's that doujinshi collection, anyway? I think it's time to scanlate Gardener.

feels: awake hears: la la la Howard Shore la la

Oh, dude! Some awesome soul put the entire Hobitit up on Youtube! For those of you who are a) not Finnish, b) too young or ungeekish to remember it, Hobitit was a Finnish TV adaptation of The Lord of the Rings from the early nineties. Very small budget, no fancy computer animation and only nine freakin' episodes to get through the whole story - and one of those was spent on the finding of the Ring and Bilbo and Gollum's riddle contest. It's an amazing accomplishment, even if the result is not the best thing ever... and looks even sillier now after everyone's seen Peter Jackson's great versions. Still, it's part of my childhood and I know that's true for a lot of Finnish LotR fans.

+ Hobitit had awesome music. Seriously. Not so much the series itself, perhaps, but they used the songs made for the theatre production that inspired it, and they are still the ones I hear in my head when I read the book. Especially the Ent song, and Galadriel's in Lothlórien - beautiful. I wish I could somehow get those in mp3 format. Even my precious tape of them seems to be lost.

+ They remembered a lot of very small details that even Jackson forgot. Like the fact that Sam wore a hat when he left the Shire.

+ This version actually includes both Tom Bombadil and the scouring of the Shire! Then again, it is a very strictly hobbit-centred version.

+ Vesa Vierikko as Gandalf was great! Now, if only Taneli Mäkelä hadn't done the funny voice for half of the series, he would've made a pretty good Frodo, too...

- The voices, dude. Why does everyone speak like they have a small mammal stuck in their throat? And what was the point of making Frodo sound like Bugs Bunny when the Ring starts having an effect on him?

- The same actor for both Aragorn and Gollum? The same, rather chubby actor? Whose idea was that? I never liked this Gollum, anyway - talk about overacting.

- Speaking of acting, it's pretty poor all around. But hey, budget and time restrictions, right?

- Boromir the Ninja. Still gives me giggles. Dude, what?

*hums* Tulen ääressä istun ja mietin nyt...

feels: nostalgic

Perhaps it's all for the good that I went to see X-Men Origins: Wolverine all drugged up. Yay, spring cold! Thanks for your timing!

In Gamespeak, because that's how I brain right now.

X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE LEVEL UP!

☝ Wolverine has gained Own Movie Whee exp points, reached the level RRAARRGGH! and chosen the following feats:
-Two Hours of Hugh Jackmanness (0 points)
-Angry Neck-Bulging (10 points)
-Running Naked Through the Fields (100 points and a pile of wet panties)
-Hot Brothercest (69 points and a rant about its WRONGNESS DAMN YOU PEOPLE OF INTERNET)

☝ Sabretooth has gained 900 exp points, reached the level Accurate and chosen the following feats:
-Nice Teeth (10 points)
-Hot Brothercest (690 points for actually remembering it afterwards)
-Even The Comic Fans Might Approve (Kind Of) (Not Really) (OVER 9000 points)

☝ Gambit has gained 0 exp points, reached the level Lame and chosen the following feats:
-Like, Keanu Reeves, Dude (0 points)
-Look Ma No Lines (0 points)
-Driving Mr Jackman (0 points)

☝ Kestrel has gained 50 exp points, reached the level Wait Who and chosen the following feats:
-Oh Is That His Name (10 points)
-"Wraith" "Spectre" lolololol (20 points and a brief snicker from the audience's only Orpheus fan)

☝ Bolt has gained 1000 exp points, reached the level Dominic Monaghan and chosen the following feats:
-Oh Is That His Name (10 points)
-Eyes of Sadness (60 points and the soundtrack of Return of the King)
-In This Movie (900 points)

☝ The Blob has gained 10 exp points, reached the level Fatsuit and chosen the following feats:
-Worst Naming Scene Ever (1 points)
-Eddie Murphy Looked Better In That (5 points)

☝ Agent Zero has gained 5 exp points, reached the level Asian Guy and chosen the following feats:
-Killed In Kind Of A Cool Scene (5 points)

☝ Deadpool has gained 1000 exp points, reached the level Nuclear Disaster and chosen the following feats:
-Look Ma No Personality (Yet) (1 points)
-Needs Own Movie (999 points)

☝ Cyclops has gained 1 exp points, reached the level Nice Glasses Dude and chosen the following feats:
-Apparently In This Movie (1 points)

☝ Kayla Silverfox has gained -1000 exp points, reached the level I Feel So Cold Everything Is Getting Dark NNOOOO KHAAAAANNN and chosen the following feats:
-Skill In Reading (Book of Clichés Only) (-50 points)
-Lame-Assest Power Ever (vague amount of points)
-It Was Real For Me Logan (oh dear lord of cheddar)

☝ William Stryker has gained 1500 exp points, reached the level Darth Suit and chosen the following feats:
-More Evil Than You (100 points)
-Look Ma No Planning (-1000 points)
-Shrugging Off Hypnosis (Only works if opponent uses the Lame-Assest Power Ever feat) (250 points)
-Complicated Brainsurgery (Adamantium Bullets) (250 points and are you fucking kidding me)

feels: amused hears: Dramatic Gregson-Williams Is Dramatic!

What I've learnt in the past week:

-I can, in fact, accomplish uni-related things. It was apparently just the International Communication module I couldn't (and still can't) handle. Oh, fine. I'm not too worried about that. It was a useless module, but would've looked nice in the papers, that's it. Nothing to lose my sleep and sanity over.

-Scanlation muscles stretched! Japanese translation skills proven adequate! Mood elevated!

-Angel Sanctuary still holds a certain appeal to me, after all these years. Dead babies and power cords in coffins and brains on wings and whee!

-Having an IdeaPad is AWESOME. How awesome? Playing Chrono Trigger on my way to work, that's how awesome!

-I'm a solar-powered entity. As soon as the sun showed his face, I immediately powered up and got things done. Heck, I've even slept better.

-Greg House apparently throws a shockingly great bachelor party. Well, except for the [spoiler of this week's House] bit, maybe... Oh, show. How you still manage to entertain me.

-There can never, repeat, never be too much cheese. This was scientifically proven by Saturday's excellent fondue + cheese cake party.


Since I'm feeling sun-powered-up and great, I'll leave you with something that made me giggle uncontrollably this morning. Bless you, YouToob, and the random crap you throw my way. Crap like this New Kids on the Block -wannabe band from the early nineties. That's right, these guys only dreamed they could be as hip and cool as NKotB. Oh, for the love of lulz.



The amount of concentrated badness makes my eyes water.

feels: chipper hears: I'm gonna throw my blowdrier awaaay~

I'm not a big fan of Doctor Who (I think I should've started watching it at an earlier age to appreciate it), but I do love Daleks. ♥



Anyway, back to reading about Poltergeists in Russia...

Well, this is a nice surprise. It appears I can't function as a student anymore. For some reason, I've managed to develop a crippling fear when it comes to academic achievements. The last two weeks, I've successfully navigated through work (including getting a summer job), RPG campaign (surprisingly stress-free so far), teh kitty (currently singing No Balls Blues) and social life (saves sanities). But I can't even bring myself to open e-mails related to uni work. Hopefully this will pass. It's getting worrisome.

On the other hand: this week, I've made and eaten absolutely nomful food, opened up about a lot of things that have been nagging on my mind for ages, taken the cat to the vet at last and given him some cuddletiems that we've both missed, met new people and been generally happy about myself. Success? Marginally, at least.

Hm. Managed to burn some rye bread last night, but no matter, I can scrape off the black part and eat the rest. I think I'll do that right now.

Edit: OH YEAH. Forgot to say. Galactica's final episode? PURE PERFECTION. That's all she wrote.

Well, Watchmen was... okay. I guess. I have very conflicting feelings about it. Suppose I'll make a list, because I haven't quite slept enough last night.

( Blah blah rant rant. )

Okay, I promise, I'm done blabbering now. But I guess I have to rant about Watchmen at some point in order to pass the secret geekyism test.

feels: groggy

Galactica. ;_; Tugging on my tearducts again, damn you. I hatez0rz you think you're bloody awesome and I think the final episode is going to turn me into a sniffling pile of goo.

In other news, I'm a lazy, lazy student. All I really want to do is plan the Orpheus game, watch good scifi and play in Capital Wasteland. Oh, and the social thingie. Cannot be arsed to write stupid essays on subjects that require me to actually think, or pretend that it's anything but saying the same basic thing again and again in more fanciful academic language. Bah.

Should probably make plans to go see Watchmen. I'm intrigued, and Empire and Roger Ebert both gave it four stars. I've also heard endorsements from both those familiar with the graphic novel and those who are not, so maybe I could be a little hopeful.

Edit: Just... accidentally finished my adventures in Capital Wasteland. WTF, that was it? What a lame ending! The whole main quest was lame! The sidequests, now that's where the fun was. Ah well. At least I might actually get something done now. Like finally start playing Mass Effect oh wait.

feels: indescribable

Dear lord, I have to put the Capital Wasteland down from time to time. The day before last? Yeah, pretty much spent it exploring the southwestern corner of the world map. Yesterday? Managed to go without gaming, but caved in at midnight when I realised I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't finish that relic hunting quest.

Now I realise I'm shipping my character with Sidney so badly. We made such a perfect team! Why doesn't she want to be my party member? No one wants to be in my party in this game. Jericho would've been perfect company, too, but he doesn't like me, either. :( :( :( I now buy practically all my ammo from her, in some vague hope that she'll eventually earn enough to quit the shopkeeping business and head back to the Wastes for more fun and adventure and drunken, violent lesbian hijinks.

Oh yeah, and the Dunwich House was a nice touch, although I was expecting more madness as I went to lower and lower floors. I kept hoping I'd accidentally fall into a bottomless pit at the end of it and catch a glimpse of something horrid and tentacly before reload... Tranquility Lane also started out nice and creepy, but then sort of fizzled at the end. I think there should've been more twisted crap. The potential was there.

Dad's a dick. I finally find him and now I want to lose him again. Why didn't daddy's special friend Jonas survive?

And where's my goddamn dog?

feels: nerdy hears: Billie Holiday: Crazy He Calls Me

I'm not, generally speaking, interested in vampires. As mythological creatures, I've always found them boring. As characters, they're mostly self-important wankers with pop psychology about mortality spewing out of their pores. I've never been a big fan of angsty characters in general, and vampire characters tend to hog those roles. I read a couple of Anne Rices when I was a teenager; these days, I can't recall one memorable scene or a character. Despite being very clearly in the target audience, I didn't watch Buffy at all before I was well in my twenties - and I had to be talked into it. When I ran into Vance and his little flock in Fallout 3 Capital Wasteland, I found myself for the first time wishing there was less dialogue and more horrible radioactive death. God that guy was annoying. Damn my suffering Karma rating and leet Speech skills; I couldn't introduce his brain matter to my faithful combat shotgun. (Post-apocalyptic vampires? It's More Likely Than You Think.)

Very few writers can find such a new spin on vampires that I can't resist it. John Ajvide Lindqvist, as it turns out, is one of them. I've been reading Let the Right One In all day today, and I could only put it down in order to write this because I had to share the awesomeness. Read this book. Or watch the movie, I have faith that it's very good as well (sadly, I haven't been able to see it myself yet). It's not that Lindqvist's ideas are particularly new or original; it's all in how he handles the characters. Potential clichés turn into literary gold under this man's fingers. The bullied kid? Disturbing, not smug; deals with his own problems. The child vampire? Fragile, honestly lovable and flawed.

Thank Fluffy work was quickly over today; I could barely put the book down for long enough to do it. Other than that, I haven't done much today (all right, fine, I played a little Capital Wasteland while I drank my morning tea), but it's okay. It's been far too long since I ran into a book this good by accident. Did I mention I bought it at the flea market for only a few euros? Hardcover, new (the Finnish translation; it was published last year) and the covers are pretty, too. I was obviously meant to read it. I was vaguely interested before, which is why I bought the book, but I had no idea what a find it was.

Wow. Bookgasm.

Edit: Had to add some music that fits this book so well. Interpol: The Heinrich Maneuver (Thanks once again for the lovely music, pau_pau!)

feels: enthralled hears: The National: Mistaken for Strangers

Playing Fallout 3 Capital Wasteland is taking more time than going to the uni. This is slightly alarming, especially since I can't seem to quite get the hang of it no matter how much time I invest in it. Every quest I run into seems wildly out of my league. ("Go to Deathtrap Valley to rescue my surely dead brother from a million ruthless psychopaths! It's a short walk through haunted, radioactive, mine-ridden fields. While you're there, collect tissue samples of all monsters you encounter, without killing them. Do all of this at night when it's so dark you can't make out your own toes. When you come back, you may have this shiny penny and a bit of plot.") I mainly just huddle in Megaton, next to the only shop, or speed-travel half across the map to Radio Free Death Galaxy News Radio HQ where I encountered the first sleepable bed in the game. (In Fallout 2 I could just cuddle any radioactive rock in the desert and take a nap! What the hell? Are there Tents in this game that I'm supposed to loot from a ghoul somewhere?) The real-time/VATS combat system is still a mad mess in my opinion, and I manage to die almost each and every time I run out of Action Points. The best strategy seems to be to initiate combat, spend APs, watch yourself hitting absolutely nothing in slow motion, then run very fast backwards until the points come back, which is really not that fun when it happens every time I run into a goddamn bee.

Sigh. Cranky old Fallout fan is cranky. I want an option of removing all real-time combat from my Fallouts. Also, I want more ammunition. And better dialogue. And a party of likable NPCs. And a pony. A GREEN RADPONY THAT GLOWS IN THE DARK!

Ahem. Perhaps I'll take a break from being showered with my own buttocks and post some cat pictures.

( Marvin ahoy! )

feels: frustrated

Scifi is killing me. BSG practically gives me heart attacks every week (quick! I need treatment for female hysteria!) and I also watched Babylon 5's fifth season last week. SOB. WIBBLE. Granted, Byron is very aptly named indeed and the entire teep plotline is sentimental to the point of emoism, and I can tell when the writers are knocking on my tear ducts when it comes to the rest of the series, too, but dammit, it works. I know the fifth season is a bit different, and not as plot-heavy as the previous ones, but I think the series needed it - for the nice, slow wrap-up, and all the delicious character moments. (Londo and G'kar make me squee so much they practically count as a platonic OTP. Wait, Vir. OT3, then?)

Maybe it's good that House has been so very lukewarm lately. Not that I've ever managed to get really emotionally invested in that series. It's what I watch when I eat lunch or can't sleep. Basically, I consider everything from, oh, season three on, to be one massive canonical fanfic. And I'm fine with that. Light entertainment has its uses. I'm just sad that Cuddy is so meh now. What is it with TV series and women with babies? This happened with Lost, too. Claire was one of my favourite characters, and then she gave birth, and suddenly, lost all function as a character and became A Mother instead. Oops, can of worms! Wiggle back in now, there's a good bunch; we can't have wankery in my LJ...

I should probably go work on tomorrow's Orpheus game now. Oh, and uni stuff. That, too. If I have the time.

feels: caffeinated hears: Hirasawa Susumu: Kagi no Kimi

Oops. Haven't updated for quite some time. Too busy juggling work, uni, Orpheus, the steampunk story, various social events and kittytiems.

I just had to make a post concerning the new BSG episodes. Oh, that evil, evil show! Why does it have to give all the darling characters equal helpings of cruel shit and pure sweetness? Argh. Brilliant show. Need moar now.

Oh, and I found a song for Roslin and Adama: Depeche Mode's Insight. That's how bad it's got. This is serious shippin' now.

( Lyrics and link right here! )

Back to Anthony and Geoffrey on the rooftop now, before it's somehow five in the morning again.

feels: impressed hears: Depeche Mode: The Bottom Line

Ahh. Two weeks of no internet did a world of good. I spent a week incognito in Oulu (well, I did see pau_pau and swift_machine), and found myself writing. Fantasy fiction. By hand. This hasn't happened in ten years, you guys! I now have a sketchy version of the first chapter in the story of gentleman explorers Patten and Barlow, and half the crew of their airship figured out. Sweet. The whole idea was heavily inspired by Naomi Novik's Empire of Ivory and Victory of Eagles, which I devoured and bawwwwed over while I was in Oulu. Oh, Laurence. Temeraire. Why are you so stubborn and idealistic and loyal and clever and lovely? And Jane. And Cranby. And Iskierka. Novik, I hope you're writing more right now, because I want the next book yesterday!

And I'm 99% done scanlating Ash and Diamonds, volume two. Just a few more pages. I'll probably finish it tomorrow, actually. It would be nice to get it finished this year.

Now as long as I don't think about the university or look in the mirror (whole damn turkey how did we finish it in three days ohmigod), I feel creative and fantastic!

I had so much to say, and now I can't think of anything else. Oh! Upcoming films! Always a good option. Well, American film makers seem to be hellbent on turning every single anime ever into a live action film. In my opinion this is mostly a very bad idea. Cowboy Bebop? No, I can't see how it would work. Dragonball Z? Whatever, never watched it, and it can't be any worse than the live action films that have already been made. Ghost in the Shell? What the shit, are you insane? And now this. All I can say in response is CRUSH IT WITH YOUR BLOATED BODY, TETSUO.

Anyway, hope you all had lovely holidays! Sorry I'm such a shit and didn't email or send cards or anything. I really needed the timeout, though.

Hm. I wonder if I need an icon for Patten and Barlow. And by jelly, this project needs a name.

Edit: Five-minute steampunk icon, go! The gentleman doesn't look particularly like either Anthony or Barlow, but it'll do for now...

feels: creative

Whew. It's been a while. Well, the last two weeks have been crazy city, uni-wise. Today's my final exam, and after that I only have a couple of assignments left before, at last, I can start concentrating on the holidays. Hooray!

Today's exam is on deaf culture, as part of the throw-away International Communication studies (they look good on paper; really, the courses so far have taught me absolutely nothing). We have tons to read for the exam, but luckily most of it is hogwash and repetition. It's irritating to plow through it all, though. Take this Paddy Ladd's book, Understanding Deaf Culture, for example. O editor, where art thou? Talk about subjectivity and pretentious verbosity.

I'm, yet again, distracted by a new creative project. I had a lovely steampunk-ish dream the other night, starring two gentleman-explorers from some kind of an alternative late 18th or early 19th century. They were in South America, I think, discovering ancient artefacts and aeroplanes which reminded me a lot of Miyazaki's Castle in the Sky. I suppose the dream was inspired by Naomi Novik's Temeraire books which I've been reading lately (smashing books, by the way; even if alternate world history and dragons don't normally interest you), as one of the gentlemen distinctly resembled Laurence. But now that I think about it, my love of Thomas Pynchon's Mason & Dixon (and all the homosocial content) and Colin Greenland's Harm's Way probably inspired it, too.

I can't stop thinking about that dream now. It was one of the best I've had; when I woke up, I immediately wanted to dig up that book and read it again, only to realise that there was no book, just the dream that was already fading from my memory. I suppose I should write it, then, or at least put down something before I forget the idea.

Oh, and speaking of creative pursuits, pikku_gen's RPG campaign (we'll call it a campaign, although it was short by our group's standards XD) came to a happy end. Weird to have two games ending in such a short time; first the Planescape game and now this. This one was a game of firsts; Gen's first time GMing, the first game where my character and hallowd's character didn't get along and the first time my character actually conspired against the other PCs... Oh, Thierry. What a slimy bastard. Sailing happily on the ocean of utter twattitude now. XD

Mm, Sonatine soundtrack. What lovely inspiration for my gentleman-explorers.

Edit: ( Oh, and a rainbow meme here. )

feels: inspired hears: Joe Hisaishi: Mobius Band

Okay, the seminar paper is in. Only about a dozen other things to do before I finally get a chance to enjoy the winter holidays... Persevere, persevere.

I have now officially read all Orpheus supplements, even The End Game, from cover to cover. Now's the time to start reading them again, I guess. :D I need the mental breaks from the uni work, and right now, preparing the campaign is doing the trick.

A cool meme from astrogirl2.

Put your MP3 player thingy on shuffle and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.

Zippin' up my boots
You are in my mind
Goodnight, baby, don't let the bedbugs bite
So I want to kill this waitress
Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio
Here we go

Are you such a dreamer
When I was born
Some of them come now
My world it moves so fast today
I've read more than a hundred books
The handshake
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
On the 8th of November

Tell me this fight
Now that we're through
When I come to terms to terms with this
Chinese masseuse comes between us
Oh you're so filthy
If you want me to stay

That's actually kind of awesome. Psycho-obsessive. I like it. :D

( And an icon meme right here. )

feels: accomplished

Guhhh. Nothing but running around the whole day, from lecture to lecture and then straight to working on my seminar paper. Screw it, I'm getting a good night's sleep tonight. The finetuning of the chapter on the origins of wasei eigo will just have to wait.

Ei jaksa enklaatia. Aivo siinä väsyy. Tässä siis meemi pikku_geniltä.

( Kymmenen juttua jotka alkavat kirjaimella N. )
Joo. Unta.

feels: phlegmatic

All righty then.

Someone please tell me I should stick to finishing the essay and the seminar paper instead of inventing new and fabulous creative projects every other day. I got it in my little head yesterday that I should resume scanlating Sadahiro Mika's Ash and Diamonds, and by Fluffy, I'm doing it. I'm addicted to the feeling of actually being competent in Japanese. I know at least one scanlating team has already scanlated the manga, but screw them, this project is for me. It's as much exercise as the need to edumacate more people on Sadahiro's excellent yaoi. Maybe I shouldn't say yaoi, as this stuff does actually have a plot and complex, developing characters, but Sadahiro has never shied away from raunchy and twisted plot devices, so the hardcorer term it is.

Leave a comment if you want me to email you the scanlations!

Hm. It occurs to me I've never run into any Sadahiro icons. Maybe it's because her older art is not particularly pretty, but I might whip up a batch one of these days... OH NOES ANOTHER INTRIGUING CREATIVE PROJECT. See what I mean?

Cuddy/House/Wilson practically canon in House! What a great fanfic the show has turned into. I think I prefer it that way. Entertainment with a capital E.

So. Tried out Fallout 3, thanks to hollower. How do I put this in a nice way? It certainly seemed like a good game, and I could see myself losing a whole lot of time tinkering with it. But it just wasn't Fallout. All those irritating FPS things I dreaded, like being attacked without noticing before my head's come off? Yeah. They're there. And the V.A.T.S, while certainly interesting, was entirely too complicated to my liking - first I have to plan the cinematic action sequence, and then I have to start shooting frantically, hopefully in the right direction, while I wait for my APs to return so that I can have another pre-planned action sequence? Bethesda, have you ever heard of having your cake and eating it too? Because you've invested quite a lot in it.

Oh yeah, and graphics were pretty bad. Yeah, I said it. Those talking heads? Were NO BETTER than the ones in Fallout 1. Granted, they have flailing bodies now, but who cares when I'm staring into the dead eyes on some entirely genderless face made of dough? Oh dear, getting into my Cranky Fan of the Original Games mode now...

Good things, good things. I enjoyed sitting at the bar and just watching the NPCs walk in and out and interact with each other. That was nice. And the fact that you can't just walk into everybody's house and steal their shit - wow, they actually mind that sort of thing now! Scavenging was also made quite fun (I made a killing by pilfering everybody's coffee cups and selling them. Profit!). Also, the Vault looked suitably claustrophobia-inducing.(The Dad and Jonas were so doing it.)

In other news, End Game arrived on Tuesday - the last Orpheus supplement. I tried to distract myself with Fallout, I really did, but the lectures on Tuesday and today were so goshdarn boring and then I found out I had purely accidentally put the book in my bag and since there was nothing else worthwhile to do in the backrow I simply had to read it. Yes. I think we can all agree I'm a victim of circumstances. I skipped to the end, like any sane person would've, and found myself in love with Orpheus writers once again. Seriously, Lucien Soulban and the rest of you, come here so that I can hug you. You can hit me with a rolled-up newspaper if I purely accidentally start humping your legs or something. I promise I'll stop.

...More End Game now.

hears: Radiohead: Backdrifts. (Honeymoon Is Over.)

My word for today, courtesy of Neil Gaiman: googlamy. Meaning, being married to a certain fictional character, along with everyone else on the internet. This reminds me of Dave and how I want this Orpheus game to get started so that I can get to play him... X)

In other academic news, I'm bummed about the stupid Open University essay (why does this minor look so good on paper and is so utterly useless in reality?), but enthusiastic about my thesis (finally). Mm, Judy Wakabayashi. Your articles on Japanese translation practice are so magically delicious.

feels: amused hears: Monty Python in the background (♪ Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore ♬)

Jep. Mitäs sanoinkaan, hallowd? BSG katsottuna vihoviimeiseen aviin, ja saisinko nyt PLIIS sitä lisää! Onko jo tammikuu? Ollaanko jo perillä? Ei sillä että loppu olisi edes ollut niin tolkuton cliffhangeri (odotin pahempaa) mutta tahdon vain lisää. *puree kynsiä, kiikkaa edestakaisin*

Baltar on erinomainen jeesus. Syö pääsi, Desmond!

Tyrol. *niisk* Onko sillä joku näkymätön "potkaise tähän"-lappu liimattuna takaraivoon? Joka saakutan kaudella tekijät keksii uuden tavan mulkkuilla sille. Vähän sama juttu Tigh'n kanssa. Ei saa. Miulla on rajallinen itkukyky...

Voi, Adama ja Roslin. Miksi olette maailman ihanimpia. *noloja ääniä ja lisää itkua*

Pitänee ikonoida, ainakin Adaman pieni lukutuokio.

( Meemi ettei tämä mene ihan tolkuttomaksi niiskutukseksi. )

feels: giddy

Finished watching season two of BSG. Awwh. This show finally made me cry. It was the Blackbird called Laura. Then it made me cry again. And again. I can has season three? It'll make me cry, too but that was one hell of a season finale...

I really need a Roslin icon to accompany this hastily-made Starbuck icon. But how to look for one and not be accidentally spoiled? I guess I'll have to make it myself, then. If only I had a decent capping program... VLC Player is otherwise great, but the capping really sucks.

I'm almost done reading Shadow Games, and resisting the urge to go browse Amazon for Orphan Grinders, because this shit is bananas, yummy, yummy bananas, and I want to know how the circle closes... But I should really go back and read the first Orpheus rulebook once or twice more. I'm starting to forget basic things like how to use Stains. There's only so much room in my little head, and I better get crackin' on learning the rules before I get to the, heh, marrow of things.

I'm also starting to think good roleplaying groups develop some kind of a gaming hivemind. I had an idea of what kind of a group dynamic I'd like... and so far, everyone's played right into my hands. ("I wish she played a character who was like... Oh, she's said it before I finished that thought.") More than that, as they've given me lots more ideas. I might just be able to give you a scare or two. Hee.

feels: creative hears: BSG OSTs

Okay, I've got a list of new things to squee over. Let me start from the top: Battlestar Galactica seems to be every bit as good as I expected. And I only say "seems to be" because I haven't had time to watch more episodes than the two first, plus the miniseries. Second object of shameless squeeing: Starbuck. Made of several delicious kinds of awesome. I think it was the cigar. Rowrrr.

The third: the Finnish AV-translator of the DVDs, Janne Mökkönen. Sci-fi television and movies are notoriously hard to translate in Finnish, because our language doesn't favour short and snappy nearly as much as English, and don't even let me get started on the technical jargon. However, Mökkönen not only handles that side admirably, but he also keeps the dialogue natural. Heck, he even manages to keep most of the puns and jokes intact! ("Maybe you've got a need for speed" - "Olet tainnut syntyä vauhti kallossa". Is that beauty or what?) Babylon 5's Finnish DVD subtitles were a horror to behold (I'm not saying the translator is necessarily bad, because the timetables on these things can be mostly to blame for the quality of the outcome), but as far as BSG goes, I'm happy to watch the entire series with Finnish subs (I usually watch with English subs, just in case I miss something).

I googled Mökkönen (As You Do) and discovered that he's apparently also responsible for the delightful Miyazaki translations. I think I'm in academic, depends-on-the-context love!

feels: full hears: drrrums

I need something to distract me from the Orpheus books before my head goes asplodey because of all the awesome and creepy, so here's Something Completely Different.


Dear pikku_gen:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm selling myself. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me outside of Chicago and I saw you drive out my Kid Rock-collection. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your neighbour Martin as a memory. You should also know that I will always remember the incarnation as an eskimo.

Greetings to your freaky family,
skinship

( How to write your own letter of confession. )

Edit: Oh, screw it. onthespookjob, a community for a game that might not be started for a year yet. So spank me.

feels: giggly

Fuck the real world. Right now, I'd be happy to just throw my work and studies into the bin until further notice. I have so many wonderful RPG related things I'd like to focus on instead.

First of all, our Planescape game ended yesterday. A splendid ending, suitable to the game's general mood. Raunur cut off the heads of both of our baddies and only broke a leg and lost some memories in the process, so yay for the Old Goat! (Not old. Sorry.) Also, Aasimar make lousy hat substitutes (but great brooding anime heroes), everybody loves Handy Flat Surfaces and disembodied heads are great for private gruesome puppet theatre fun.

Because it all ended so well, I won't be missing Raunur that badly okay a lot bwaaaaaaahhh my kind-hearted bariaur.

I'm already pretty excited about the next game, and my Dragon-Blooded character has started to become more and more clear in my mind. She still needs a name, though. I'm thinking of something like Aneka for now. She sprouted a personal history frighteningly fast, but that tends to happen with me - when I start developing a new character, they're generally almost finished on the spot.

And on top of all this, more Orpheus books. REALLY REALLY GOOD AND RELEVANT-TO-MY-INTERESTS Orpheus books that I got from hollower. For the first time in my ten-year history of gaming, I'm going to attempt actually following the official White Wolf storyline when I at some point start running this game. I know I'm lousy with big plots, so this will come in handy - and Orpheus' plot is great. I can deal with the finer details; improvised scenes I have no anxiety about. This first big storytelling attempt might not actually be a complete disaster!

Off to read some more Crusade of Ashes now, before I must go to work. Blah. Don't wanna. I want to plaaaay.

feels: geeky beyond hope hears: Hirasawa Susumu: Kun Mae #3

Guh. Woke up too early this morning, thanks to the cat. "I want into this room! I want out of this room! I just want to scratch the door forever!"

Anyway, here's a neat book meme from astrogirl2.

( Right this way. )

Random mp3 time, just because I'm enjoying this song so much right now.

P-MODEL: Layer-Green

One day I'll get over this obsession with Hirasawa Susumu... BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY. /aragorn

hears: P-MODEL: Layer Green (Version 1.5 Gold)

Halfway through season three of Babylon 5 and I've made a few observations.

Marcus: Looks like he needs to be smothered with puppies. Those eyes are against the law or something. And there's some kind of a hideous nineties growth on his head that I can't really call "hair". His interest in Ivanova makes me groan.

Londo: Still one of my favourite characters. I think I kind of ship him with Vir (platonically of course).

Sheridan: Friends, Romans, countrymen. So much of an American hero that he shits applepies. The only thing he loves more than a heroic victory is giving a speech about it. Guh.

Kosh: AWSUM. See icon.

G'Kar: Almost as awsum as Kosh.

As a whole, I'm freakin' loving it.

feels: geeky

And here's the second part of the fourth chapter. I'm off to pour bleach into my ear now.

( Please enjoy the adventures of Tsuzuki, the amazing Spineless Boy. )

The next chapter is the last one. Thank the lord of dance.

hears: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: O Children

(Cross-posted to ficbitch_anon.)

Why am I still bitching this horrid fic? Why do cats find floor drains so endlessly fascinating?

In this fourth chapter of Two of a Kind, the author piles some hate on Tatsumi and Ketessa doubles her Sue points.

( Also, Muraki wants to be YOUR personal Jesus! )

To be continued in the second part as usual.

hears: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: O Children

I haven't posted any memeage for ages, so here's one from gabhriel: Post music that starts with each letter of your username.

Sister of Night - Depeche Mode
Killing of a Flash Boy - Suede
In This Divide - Azam Ali
(Not Just) Knee Deep - Funkadelic
Sticks & Stones - Quintessence
Hautalinnut - CMX
I'm on Fire (Live in Nagoya) - Heather Nova
Penitentiary Philosophy - Erykah Badu

...Do I have to explain why I picked those songs? IS GOOD MUSIC. YOU DOWNLOAD LISTEN YES.

feels: awake hears: Faith No More

I finally got my scifi groove on and watched the first season of Babylon 5 I borrowed from pikku_gen. I owed as much to her, seeing as she watched through the entire Farscape I loaned her. I have watched B5 before, but never all of it, and it's been a long time. It was great to find that all my favourite characters are still my favourite characters (Garibaldi, Londo? Why must you rock so hard? Ivanova? Why don't we have more female scifi characters like you?) and that I had forgotten some great details, so could be pleasantly surprised this time around. (Why didn't I know that Jeffrey Combs is in one episode? I love everything he does!) I still absolutely refuse to join the debate over which is better, Farscape or B5, because as I told pikku_gen, I think they both succeed in what they try to do. They're not trying to be the same kind of a scifi series, so how could there be a winner? Anyway, I sure would like season two, right now, kthnx. :D

In other news, Marvin has mastered the wonderful cat technique of kneading. I wake up and he's purring up a storm and trying to make buns out of my tits. I'm starting to seriously doubt his otherwise rampant metrosexuality.

feels: dorky hears: B5 theme in the background

In this second part of the third chapter of Two of a Kind: Muraki's vaguely religious Mexican funeral! A wussy lord of the underworld! And our second Mary Sue, Ketessa!

( Guess what? She's made of sadness, sass and coldness, too! )

feels: bitchy

(Cross-posted to ficbitch_anon, as usual.)

We have reached the third chapter of Two of a Kind, the Yami no Matsuei fic set in bizarro land where psychos are woobies, all verbs end with -ing, Mary Sues run rampant and everything is either cold or sad or both.

And we get to hear even more of Kira Sue's tragic past! Hooray!

( I'd like some streaks with my peas and a spellchecker salad, thanks. )

Take a deep breath before we plunge into Muraki's funeral!

feels: bitchy hears: Hirasawa Susumu: Day Scanner

Ja sitten pakollinen ajoittainen suomenkielinen sana-joka-loppuu-nen postaus.

arne_alanauris kävi tänään, matkusti tänne kehäkolmosen poropuolelle. Nyt on tukka lyhyt ja mieli iloinen. Taidan tehdä tästä tavan. Aina kun tukka kasvaa liian pitkäksi, on aika nähdä häntä. Koska tunnun nyt tottuneen tähän lyhyeen, sekaiseen luukkiin, niin tämä tarkoittaa visiittejä vähintään parin kuukauden välein. Eli parempi tottua ajatukseen, ex-kämppis rakas. Lonkku tulee virtaamaan. X)

Sain lunssan, johon tapani mukaan reagoin kuin ruttoon ja painuin välittömästi sängynpohjalle teen ja villasukkien kanssa. Paska syksy. Minulta huijattiin rakas loppukesäni, kylmällä sateella vain paiskattiin elokuusta lähtien. Vaadin palautuksia. Sellainen takakesä lokakuussa kelpaisi.

Kissa on vain ajoittain sietämätön, muulloin täydellinen. Tai niin ainakin lepertelin sille juuri. Olen alkanut kutsua sitä Kultapullaksi sen verran usein että kohta sen nimeksi pitää oikeasti vaihtaa Pulla. Se olisi sen näköinenkin, niille jotka muistavat Pekka Töpöhännän. (Kirjat siis, ei elokuvat. Ne olivat nekin mainioita, mutta kissojen värit kirjojen kansissa olivat ne jotka jäivät mieleen. Siis Monni on musta ja Pilli ja Pulla punaraitaisia.) Mutten halua että kotonani asuu hännystelevä koulukiusaaja. Siis nimenä pysyköön soulin kunkku.

Olen lukenut obsessiivisesti Orpheuksen sääntökirjaa viime aikoina. Se tosiaan on sellainen peli jota kutkuttaisi johtaa, ihan vain koska uskon, että voisin säikyttää itseänikin. Kummitukset ovat vain sellainen aihe, ja kun siihen vielä meinaan yhdistää syvät vedet... (Sanotaanko vain että innoituksena tälle idealle oli Lovecraftin Temppeli.) Millään muulla en oikein osaa itteäni pelotella yhtä tehokkaasti. Yritin katsoa yhden brittidokkarin kuuluisasta poltergeist-tapauksesta saadakseni Orpheus-ideoita, mutta en uskaltanut. Piti pausettaa. Ehkä päiväsaikaan kun on valoisaa. Kaipa tällainen aito pelkuruus tarttuisi väkisinkin pelaajiinkin?

Ottakaas tästä vähän yömusiikkia. Hirasawa Susumu: Siam Lights Ah, Hirasawa. En vain tunne ketään joka tekisi ihan samanlaista musiikkia. Mies on omassa kategoriassaan. Onko Ancient Sounds vähän cyberpunk vai onko se vain se kasarius? Mies ei ehkä osaa lausua "ancient"ia oikein mutta eipä tuo menoa haittaa...

Ediitti: Ai niin, ja EI PASKAA, SHERLOKKI. Terveisiä poliitikkoplaneetalta, jolla Hyssäläkin selvästi asustaa, kaukaisessa galaksissa kauan sitten. Siellä työssäkäynti ja lasten ulos pukaaminen nopeuttavat opiskelua ja ihmiset pierevät vaahtokarkkeja.

feels: listless hears: Hirasawa Susumu: Holy Delay

OMG! OMG! The Open University has an International Communication study module! And it qualifies as a minor! Is that relevant to my interests thesis topic OR WHAT. *signs up like whoa*

This academic year has begun so well. I'm quite enthusiastic about all my courses (except Swedish, blah) and it's been wonderful to see everyone again, now that the summer's slavework is over and people wander back to the uni. Hey, I even found an affordable but apparently not crappy gym, at long last, and someone to go with! Joy to all the world.

I know I'm going to start whining about essay deadlines and weekly translation assignments again soon, but for now, everything is on the right track.

Now excuse me, I must give Marvin some lovin', because he's been rather pointedly sitting on my arm while I've been writing this.

feels: optimistic

(Cross-posted to ficbitch_anon.)

Here we go, the rest of Two of a Kind, chapter two. It's made of bubblegum, man-chests and tragedy.

( Everybody take out your teeny tiny violins. )

feels: bitchy hears: John Lydon: Psychopath (Leftfield Mix)

(Cross-posted to ficbitch_anon, as usual.)

I needed Dr. Scully here to distract me from the horror that is Dr. Muraki Rapeston and his bestest friend Kira, the Mary Sue of Sadness and Sass. Brace yourselves for another long chapter of Two of a Kind. Are those wedding bells I hear? Why yes, I believe they are!

( Bonus: dream sequences straight from LSD Land. )

Let's take a sanity break before continuing.

feels: bitchy hears: John Lydon: Psychopath (Leftfield Mix)

Yes, thank you, schools, I've noticed the autumn semester has begun. I can't help but notice it because I wake up to your bell every morning. And if I manage to fall asleep again, an hour later, you give me another reminder. Guh. I wish I could sleep with the balcony door closed, but the air gets so stale...

I haven't done actual blogging for a long time, it seems. I have a lot of things I kind of feel obligated to post about, but haven't found the right mindset yet. Well, since the school bells and the cat woke me up at the ungodly hour of eight, here we go.

( Ramble about this summer's movies, things like that. )

Off to dye my hair green now. Toodles.

feels: awake

(Cross-posted to ficbitch_anon, as usual.)

The Yami no Matsuei: Sweet Valley High Version continues!

( Say hello to the Sue of the century! )

feels: bitchy hears: Mark Snow: Box Them