I just finished reading RG Veda. Response:
holy crap what was that
I just finished reading RG Veda. Response:
holy crap what was that
This semester, I’m in two classes in which I’m the only girl. One’s a history class, which has six students, and the other’s a computer science class, which has five. Both have male professors. I’ve had other classes where I was either the only girl or seriously outnumbered, and while that obviously sometimes gets awkward, it’s generally not so ba
I abandon all disclaimers THE COMPUTER SCIENCE DEPARTMENT CAN’T DEAL WITH WOMEN.
Cut for major spoilers:
Cardcaptor Sakura probably fosters really unhealthy attitudes about honesty. There are all these scenes, particularly in the last couple volumes, of which the moral is basically, It’s okay to deceive your loved ones if you feel like it’s for their own good. Particularly if the loved one is Sakura. She will totally thank you for it – tears in her eyes, screentone with bubbles and flowers, the works.
Facetiousness continues, but with slight spoilers:
I guess the internet’s been having Big Creepy Bugs Week or something? There seem to be more people than usual having horrible bug encounters on my friends list, and there was a thing on one of the _wank comms about people wanting bug pictures kept under lj-cuts.
In middle school I would always carry a thing of dental floss in my bag, which I would use to make little leashes for the preying mantises I beat out of the bushes at recess. That sentence should be giving you a pretty accurate picture of my social life at the time.
But it also means that I can totally look at those centipede pictures on FW and then go right back to my crunchy sandwich.
Today, however, I looked at Boing Boing. And there was the fucking hummingbird hawkmoth.
I seriously don’t think you should click on that link. (You probably shouldn’t read the rest of this, either.)
Oh, my god.
I might have driven Shitty Art Teacher away. She’s gone. She was tenured and her picture was on advertisements and she’s gone.
One semester after I sent in my horrible, nasty, mean, signed evaluation. A year after The Voice, who did the same thing, returned to haunt her.
Oh, my god.
The world probably doesn’t revolve around me, or even the anime club, but… seriously. I get the idea that people have only started getting really nasty about her the past couple years, and I know she’s really thin-skinned. Did I help break her?
I was just going, “I HAVE THE POWER” at first, but now I’m trying to figure out if I should feel guilty. I mean… tenure. She didn’t have to quit, she could have just stopped sucking, or something…
And now, the happy post, written pre-the-first-stirrings-of-a-guilty-conscience:
I finished Torikaebaya Monogatari/The Changelings/If Only I Could Exchange Them a while back. This is a book written during the Heian era about a brother and sister who are “by nature inclined to act as the opposite sex,” and just happen to look exactly alike.
Guess what they do.
They eventually switch back, after several years, a lot of angst, and no actual, physical gay sex.
The author is unknown, and there’s apparently a debate about his/her gender. I will now conclusively put an end to this debate through the application of my giant brain:
The author was a straight guy because the thwarted-buttsex was comedy and the lesbian stuff was completely serious.
You may now sit in silent awe of my brilliant and I’m sure completely original analysis. Tears may, if necessary, spring to your eyes; no sniffling.
Slightly more serious analysis behind the cut:
Sechs is my favorite transsexual clone android sociopath who’s not that smart ever.
I was trying to figure out the difference between the shape of Alita’s head and the shape of Sechs’s, basically, but Alita came out wonky, so I’m putting the rest of the page behind the cut.
MINDBLOWING picture of some kind of noodle thing:
So here’s the plan. So as not to die immediately upon entering New Orleans to be productive in August, I am going to exercise this summer. SHUT UP. I am going to walk down the hill, all the way through town to the grocery store, and then back, every day. I will do this immediately after work on weekdays, and At Some Point I Haven’t Decided Yet on weekends. I will go up the stairs, and not the vehicular road, because the stairs are more painful and therefore presumably better for me. I will do this crap regardless of the weather.
It was raining today. Yesterday it was really, really hot. I’ve been trial-running this the past three days, and having made it through both the day it rained and the day it was really, really hot, I feel like I can make this an official declaration. I am going to do it.
My bribe will be (I have to have a bribe) that I’m going to let myself buy one food item I normally am too cheap to get at the store each day, to eat when I get back. (This will also keep me from lying down immediately and falling asleep.) Since I always want either vitamin C or raw fish after walking a lot, I’m not really worried I’m going to go after junk food. My purchases so far have been raspberries, blackberries, and a peach.
(Blackberries would be better without seeds, you know. I’m probably not going to buy fish and eat it raw, not without a licensed sushi chef approving it for me first. I just kind of feel like raw fish needs sushi chef validation before it becomes edible food.
I’m kind of tired.)
And because the camera is all sad recently because I never use it, maybe I’ll also do a thing and take one picture down there every day? I don’t know. That might make this too complicated. Today I took like, five. Here’s some roses.
Also, a picture of what I made for dinner, behind a cut so as not to COMPLETELY BLOW YOUR MINDS.
Remember my post like twelve days ago where I abused a crappy MMO, and said I’d have another one to review later? Yeah.
First off, the game is called “Gothador.”
Go ahead, get it all out of your system.
The game is very serious about this. The programmers are not at all embarrassed by this name, and in fact seem feel that it lends a certain solemnity and gravitas to the gaming experience:
“As he begins the story you feel yourself drift off into a deep sleep. Thoughts of war, blood and death slip through your mind until you finally awaken.
This is Gothador; yet not.
Something terrible has happened here.”
Something terrible. Something… warlike, bloody, and death-intensive.
There actually was a semi-reason that I put off posting about Gothador (ah-hee-hee-hee it’s still funny) this long. This was that it took me two weeks to work through the tutorial sequence.
Or rather, technically, three days of that were spent getting to the tutorial sequence. But let us not nitpick.
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!
I need those guys from Ghost in the Shell who kill crows with really big fire extinguishers, or whatever it is they were doing. The cheery robins need to be taught a lesson. A lesson in CYBORG FANSERVICE. I mean. In PAIN.
Because KoL is not enough of a time sink to satisfy my lord Sal, God of Increasingly Absurd Finals Week Procrastination, a couple of days ago I started messing around with two other browser-based MMO’s. The difference between these games and KoL is that these games are bad. Today I’m going to review them because I’m grumpy and require an absurd, helpless target to abuse.
Summary – BiteFight is a badly-designed game with a mysterious gardening fetish.
Cut for offensive banner ad. Because I don’t put *ads* right out on my front page unless you’re *paying* me. It’s a *principle*.
No other foe has ever made Bruno’s blood *rush* like Red did!
Apparently, the people who were feeding the vain deer are Comm Lady and her crazy Canadian husband. Huh.
If “Spanglophone” were a word (and apparently, it’s not), would it be capitalized?
I feel like it’s my patriotic duty to review The Hidden Stars by Madeline Howard/Top-Secretly Teresa Edgerton in such a way that you will want to go buy it. But every time I try to start, I end up with some variation on this sentence:
Goddamnit woman, if you hadn’t written Goblin Moon…!
So there’s a problem.
(‘All giant serpents will be fitted with sports goggles to prevent eye injuries.’)
While I was eating dinner, the school’s secret society (membership about five, apparently) ran in and knocked down a bunch of stuff. Being hardcore, they were all wearing nice custom-made white hoodies decorated with their attractive logo, plus the white masks. They have a KKK theme going on, but the hoods weren’t pointy, that being too last season. Though, as advertised, they *were* all husky white guys.
I wasn’t looking up when they came in, and was sitting pretty much off in the corner, but the sequence of events seemed to be,
cut for diagram and long-winded tactical analysis:
They never use my brilliant fucking ideas.
So, I am Important Technical Person for a campus publication.
And the dining halls keep putting these absurd standees on the tables, and everyone mocks them and draws graffiti on them and so on.
So, I started making these…
I made several. It was hard. I think I hurt my mouse hand a little.
They were deemed *inappropriate to our image*.
*gets up and leaves room without warning; unnerving sounds are heard; returns*
So you can have it, internet.