I just did some math. The fratlings have had their speakers on since eleven - or, that’s when I came back up from the store, anyway, and they were already there then. I’ll say eleven to be conservative. So, about five-point-two-five hours. Given that “Hell’s Bells” is about five and a half minutes long, I have heard it 57 times today. And since it worked through again while I was doing the math and typing this up, let’s say 58.
And they turned up the volume half an hour or so ago, and they’re *still* over there going “yeah!” and doing “Indian war-cries.” I think they’re fucking robots. Or rather, non-fucking robots. *No one will be laid* as a result of this performance, fratlings. Of this I can *assure* you.
59.
I hate everything.
Naturally when I order series books off ILL, they come all out of order.
Sometimes I must dream about cats. When I see a picture of one or read something about them, I get confused and wonder why any aren’t sitting on me, and look around to make sure I didn’t leave any food sitting out without a dishtowel over it. I feel like something furry’s been nudging my arm recently, but I know nothing has. So I must have dreamed about cats.
Unless I am a werewolf.
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Here is a lady selling jam recipes - which she will email you in PDF format - in the wristwatches section of eBay.
She is also selling some actual watches; in those auctions, she’s superimposed her name and some anime smilies in purple text over the photos, though she’s clearly borrowing them from somewhere herself. And she’s in the habit of affixing the word “stunning” to just any old thing. Like “Stunning Very Cute Cow Pin Brooch Enamel.” I wasn’t stunned, myself.
I broke my watch, is what brought this on. Hers are sadly all more than I’m willing to spend.
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I guess I wasn’t the proper type of nerd the first time I saw Read or Die, because it meant nothing to me then that *Sanzo* was in it. Like, using Goku’s nyoibo. And flying around on Goku’s little cloud from the Real Actual Source Material. And parting the sea, which I don’t *think* either of them ever does. And *breathing fire*.
So I sat there imagining Saiyuki-no-Sanzo parting the sea and leading the Jews off and all, and then ruining the whole thing by making an anti-Semitic comment and lighting up, with his fire breath.
We also finished Gankutsuou tonight. Certain things happened to directly contrast with my previous post. Here is a spoiler tag: I mean, they didn’t happen quite *enough* - it wasn’t on the *lips* - but there it was. *Text.* I still have no idea whether there’s any precedent for this in the Real Actual Source Material; I should probably try and get past the first chapter in that at some point.
I *might* have to paint the sleeves of my black coat all like the Count’s.
It is completely ridiculous that I cannot find a single copy of Pokemon Adventures: A Trainer in Yellow. Viz obviously printed at least a *couple* - they admit as much on their website - and I’m the only person alive who actually *wants* one. So where *are* they?
There ought to be all these self-conscious high school and college students quietly selling off all their really incriminating manga cheap - I mean, I am *prepared* to take advantage of these people. But I *can’t find any*.
This is going to turn into one of these things where I’ve got to order the damn manga in French from Quebec, because the Anglophone publishers don’t properly appreciate it, isn’t it? I thought we’d put those days behind us, Viz. I’m very disappointed in you.
If anyone reading this thinks they might possibly own a Pokemon manga with a blond kid in a straw hat on the cover, talk to me. You can pretend a confused aunt gave it to you for Chrismukkah or you bought it thinking it was gay porn*, I don’t care. I just need this thing. I am looking at Amazon.ca right now.
* It’s all subtext.
elongated_tito is down where Bush is, helping clean up debris and all that. (I’m at the computer. I have a cookie.) Bush has taken over their campsite and it’s all cordoned off so they can’t get lunch. Hahaha. That’s what you *get* for being *socially responsible*.
I consider tonight’s quiche fairly successful. The next one, however, *must be better*.
Plans:
- Leave out the tomatoes. Not all quiches need tomatoes; that is merely an unfortunate preconception that I have, about quiches.
- This will leave room for A LOT MORE AVOCADO.
- Sautee the mushrooms and onions first (in olive oil).
- More spinach, too.
- Cheap caviar, if at all possible.
- Provolone cheese only - leave out the Muenster, it’s better for sandwiches anyway - and shred it up better.
- Use real milk next time, not soy - I don’t care if I’m maybe lactose intolerant, it’s not like cheese isn’t already involved.
- DO NOT LET DAD NEAR THE OVEN EVER. HE WILL DO WEIRD THINGS TO IT.
- Put the cats out, too.
- The Foglios were having quiche the same day we were! That is neat! Oh, I forgot to donate last month, I’d better do that before the wallpaper goes away…
- Princess Tutu.
- Wait, I’m distracted now.
