I Am Completely Serious

“…Meanwhile, Yuki goes to the ASB council room only to find it trashed again! But as the secrets of who trashed the room come out of the closet, Yuki accidentally gets locked in one.”

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Seriously, the angry mobs in Fullmetal Alchemist are not quality. It’s not just some deficit in the animation budget – these guys just have no concept of how to rage. They’re all holding these farm implements like, “What are we going to do with these? Are we supposed to garden? The other mobs always have these, I just never really saw what they did after. I only had this misting bottle – this is an urban area, you know, I don’t really farm so much.”

[/Eddie Izzard] Dad’s here, need to go now.

That is NOT what “sanctioned” means, you retarded fansubbers

AAAAAGH

there it is AGAIN.

At least look it up before you use it in the episode title.

“You have done the most sanctioned thing known to man! You have… repotted a spider plant! You have taken a brief nap after supper! You have built a scale model of the Eiffel Tower out of matches! The laws of man are pretty much like totally okay with these things!”

(That wasn’t what “kindred” meant, either.)

Also, apparently scientific progress actually goes “zahhhh,” and flashbacks go “zasssh.”

…

Maybe the internet doesn’t really need to know my feelings about Fullmetal Alchemist. Maybe I should close this window and just watch it.

Nope.

In fact, in general, very little of the food that gets left in the library for people to take away after meetings could be accurately called “good.” This is shocking and saddening, and some action must be taken.

Action like probably “finishing the juice bottles anyway,” seeing as I have to pay for other juice.

Having re-read a bunch of Vorkosigan books again over the past couple days, the tiny angry mob in my head continues to demand another book about Mark. Also, Janet Kagan needs to go write some sort of book. She’s taken enough time off. She needs to get back the book thing. And Rosemary Kirstein needs to write faster. I am not feeling adventurous about reading material, and require that the world provide me with more stuff I already know I like.

My present class in Kingdom of Loathing is “Reindeer Threatener.” This gives me joy.

I misspelled Kingdom of Loathing in that sentence at first, it was like “loating.” I should write a competing game called “Kingdom of Boating” where everything is bad puns about boats, and have the Mr. Accessories – which will be called Captain Lord Accessories, because it will be about vampires in boats. Pirate vampires! – be $5 rather than $10. And you get 80 adventures a day instead of 40, and they won’t be adventures, they will be lurks. Because of vampires. And the Naughty Sorceress will be the Black Pearl. Everyone is always the Black Pearl.

The power randomly went off last night, unsettling the clock and making me late for work. Which was annoying, because I’d gone to bed really early and had no real biological need to sleep late for once.

The really big problem with a shared kitchen is the vermin issue. No matter how careful I am to clean everything up, I can’t enforce that on everyone else. So I can’t starve out the ants.

Mutter.

As I may have mentioned like once or twice, my 21st birthday will be on 6/6/06. When I first realized this, I immediately thought, “My first legal alcohol purchase must be absinthe.”

Then I remembered that absinthe isn’t, itself, legal.

So I’ve been trying to figure something else out.

Yesterday I saw some internet person talking about a wine called “Seven Deadly Zins,” which immediately jumped to the top of my list. When I went to the store today, I looked at the alcohol aisle (everyone in this town buys their dogs from breeders for $450, so it’s a pretty diverse alcohol aisle) but couldn’t find it. The best I could do was some wine called “Bogle,” and bogles aren’t technically infernal. I’m not sure they’re even unseelie.

Someone shoot me if I ever buy a dog from a breeder for $450, by the way, I think I’m probably headed that way.

BLOOD EVERYWHERE

Today I have:

* woken up in a very dry room

* made tea, then washed the cup

* shelved like a million books in a very dry library

* cooked dinner, then washed like a million more dishes

* sat down at the computer in a very dry room

All of my fingertips are peeling.

While I was dazedly carrying some of the dishes back to my room, I noticed the sign on the RA’s door saying “Resident Assistant” out of the corner of my eye, and thought it said “Robotic Assistant.” I thought, “That would be so awesome.”

Damnit, rice cooker, this is *not* a good day for you to break.

Some girl said “reshape the framework of our viewpoint.”

I was scribbling stuff I found amusing in my notebook the whole time, but I’m too tired to type it up suddenly and am going to bed.

My grades are not up yet (while other people’s are) because I forgot to fill out the teacher evaluations.

Jicky the Slightly-Self-Actualized Abomination of Science: It would be easier to make a sandwich if my hands weren’t all burnt – all right, there they go. I always have remind my self-healing powers…

Casey the College-Educated Berserker: …okay, look. Are you bored over there?

Jicky: I can’t tell. What do you want me to do?

Casey: Can you work a computer?

Jicky: I’m from space.

Casey: Do they have Windows in space?

Jicky: Yes, but one mustn’t open them.

Casey: …

Jicky: I’m really very sorry. I don’t know why I said that.

As we all know, my birthday is coming up. And I have an Amazon list, but it’s mostly for my own use, and I don’t keep it up very well, and also a lot of the stuff I’ve looked at and wanted in the past couple months isn’t on Amazon. So I’m putting that here.

• Digger volume 1, by Ursula Vernon
• Gunnerkrigg Court volume 1, by Tom Siddell
• Pokemon Adventures volumes 8-12, by Hidenori Kusaka and MATO, and yes I *am* still on this thank you.
• a 5ml bottle of Velvet from BPAL (down at the bottom of the page)

And that’s all I can think of.

Things are being changed in Kingdom of Loathing and people are VERY VERY CONCERNED.

• “They’re moving the cannon right next to Hangks to blow it up!! Hurry and get outta HC/ronnin before all you’re meat and or belongings are destroyed!”
• “it wont be moved
  it shall disapear forever”
• “WTF”
• “The scaffolding in the Right Side of the Tracks is a NEW BUILDING!!!! Look closely and you can its doors.”
• “The image name of the scaffolding is ohnoes1zomg.gif

  What’s that supposed to mean?!?!”

Some of them are ANGRY, even.

• “woah this sucks. >_> I bet tomorow we’ll get 1/64 of a cannon. >:(“
• “i swear. if its not gone tommorow… i mean its 1/32d of a cannon. you can just pick it up, put it in your pocket, and walk away with nobody noticing. just destroy it. it had it coming. its no use anymore. destroy it.”

Yet others, wiser, cut to the heart of the matter:

• “I hope it’s moving and for a new place to adventure for a limited time so that the items you get become rare”

I’m feeling kind of regretful that I let my two alternate accounts get deleted – I got bored and looked up KoL on eBay last night, and I could’ve gotten like fifteen bucks for my rare items. It just seems wasteful.

A couple minutes ago, a bunch of I-think-drunk-people stopped in on one of the girls down the hall, who was, at the time, in bed with her dude. The door was unlocked, and the girl and the dude laid off for a second and told them to come on in anyway. The drunk people had much to say about this as they left.

Following this encounter, the sex in the other room got audibly more energetic.

Yesterday night I dreamed that I was in a dystopian cyberpunk city, trying to decide what to have for lunch. I have very specific priorities. I was happy to find a place that had sushi, but got annoyed when I saw tuna roll and salmon roll were ten bucks, and California roll was eight.

I was trying to figure out what the cheapest thing that still had actual fish in it was (fish is one of my very specific priorities), and saw they had something called “sketchy fish” for six dollars. A sketchy fish was lying on the chopping board, and it was kind of squashed-looking and seemed to be made partly out of blue plastic. I decided that this must be the origin of the word “sketchy” meaning “ill-reputable” or “untrustworthy,” and was very pleased with my etymological insight.

So I had a dream about sushi and etymology. I am a gigantic tool.

(I didn’t eat the sketchy fish; I got distracted by a robot and had to run and hide or something.)

(This text was originally posted on LiveJournal. It has been reformatted (awkwardly) for use on WordPress.)

( It’s 4:45 AM, and that means it’s time for a ridiculous manga scan! )

Hidenori Kusaka and MATO do not like being asked to be “more product-focused”! They particularly do not like this to happen when they are engaged in the climax of the really angst-ridden portion of the plot! Hidenori Kusaka and MATO will make this very clear to the readers, by means of a less-than-two-page sequence completely divorced from the rest of the storyline!

Continue reading “These brain numbers are off the charts!”

Frat boys scream a lot. Someday one of them’s actually going to be hurt outside my window, and I won’t call 911, because I’ll assume he’s just agitated about a commercial for an energy drink.

I think that the logical counterpart to “flamingly homosexual” is “swimmingly heterosexual.”

The last class of the semester was comm. Here are my notes in full:

I spent about fifteen minutes trying to decide what he was saying, and then the school year was over.