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Writer's Block: Let’s Get Physical
Aug. 19th, 2009 05:43 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]I think the bigger question is why the fuck Intel cares about my fitness goals.
win some, lose some.
May. 21st, 2008 10:16 pmYay, David Cook. I should have had faith in America, but I was too scared after last night to actually watch the end of the finale, so I'm watching it now on YouTube. Instead I watched Top Chef. Bad decision, I guess.
Boo, Top Chef for cutting Dale. Boo.
But yay, David Cook! And it wasn't even close.
Etc.
This is concurrent with my belief that if you have good luck you get bad luck immediately after, and vice versa, to balance everything out. Karma, man. Like, my colloquium professor nominated me for the Political Science Quarterly prize, and I immediately managed to overwrite that essay with a different essay (it involved the flash drive virus that has been haunting my electronics for the past week, and my stupidity as to naming all my papers "paper.doc"), so I as of now have no copy of the thing on my computer.
Boo, Top Chef for cutting Dale. Boo.
But yay, David Cook! And it wasn't even close.
Etc.
This is concurrent with my belief that if you have good luck you get bad luck immediately after, and vice versa, to balance everything out. Karma, man. Like, my colloquium professor nominated me for the Political Science Quarterly prize, and I immediately managed to overwrite that essay with a different essay (it involved the flash drive virus that has been haunting my electronics for the past week, and my stupidity as to naming all my papers "paper.doc"), so I as of now have no copy of the thing on my computer.
open sesame!
Feb. 16th, 2007 07:33 pmI wrote a cursed entry earlier. Don't want to hear about it? Too bad, I'm going to talk about it anyway! You will admit that it is pretty mysterious. So this cursed entry, right, it apparently resulted in Neopets running into hitches. Like I was playing Ice Cream Machine, and the scoops wouldn't run up the screen as smoothly as normal! I thought it was iTunes or something that was at fault (or just my computer, the machine with the worst luck in the world), so I closed the browser, cleaned the cache, and started Neopets again. It worked fine this time. I decided to get going on the entry again. Lo and behold, when I restored it from the saved draft, as LJ asked me if I wanted to, Ice Cream Machine started hitching again! When I closed the LJ tab, it returned to normality! What the fuck! So anyway, I decided then to run an experiment. I started Ice Cream Machine without LJ. It worked. I played it with the My LJ page. It worked. I played it with a new, clean entry. It worked. I played it with typing in the new, clean entry. It worked then too.
Hence I concluded that I must have written a cursed entry, and I shall not speak its name again, lest Ice Cream Machine falls victim.
I swear, my computer needs, like, voodoo.
Hence I concluded that I must have written a cursed entry, and I shall not speak its name again, lest Ice Cream Machine falls victim.
I swear, my computer needs, like, voodoo.
on the hunt for greatness
Feb. 13th, 2007 01:22 amthat's the title of a will-be chapter of Ilium Agonistes, by the way... it'll probably be in book 2, Aionos...
I'm still sick. The illness has now moved into my lungs and taken roost there, where it is making me cough so hard that it feels like my throat is actually being torn into bloody chunks. Sorry for the graphics. I've used the word blood too many times in this here last chapter. My cold/flu/disease is evidently making me lose my mind (Friends' Ross: Am I? Am I? Am I lo-o-o-osing my mind?) because I am actually trying to buy doujinshi.
But before I get into that debacle, I'll first tell you all about my latest computer escapade. I'm a hypochondriac computer owner. But to be fair, my computer is cursed/possessed. I've reformatted it once already, and that's sort of like an exorcism for computers since it wipes the hard drive completely clean. The reformatting made me even more paranoid, though, and I think my number may be blocked by the tech people because I call with every little thing. Or used to, anyway.
So the latest thing: disregarding that my iPod refuses to update itself properly (well, it does... it's never damaged, and the problem fixes itself and... yeah), when I tried to watch a YouTube video it would skip about every three seconds. I thought it was just that video. Nope. So then I went to DailyMotion, my new favorite site because it apparently hasn't been bought out by FUNimation's goons, and that was skipping too. What the fuck? Should I be telling people that my internet videos had died? However, I stayed calm... relatively... closed all my windows (including my last LJ update that hadn't yet been posted...), cache cleaned this bitch, and then tried again. It works now.
So yes, I'm also trying to buy doujinshi. There's one in particular that I want to get my little hands on - it's called "huu-jin hun-jin shishi". I've seen images from it and I want it like whoa. Well, not actually like whoa. It's more like I'm just bored and I don't want to edit an article called "Opium and Heroin in Iran" that's 46 pages long (do you blame me?). Anyway, that one I'm searching for - Huu-jin Hun-jin Shishi - is like a retelling of the entire saga (it's 100 pages long) with just a little more G/CC thrown in for good measure, and humorous shit, but none of it is explicit, it's more like... if someone who could pull off romance was doing DBZ. Doesn't that sound wonderful? Well, it does to me, so shut the fuck up!
However, I have come to some disturbing conclusions about buying doujinshi. This one store I'm at now - Mandarake (Japanese mandrake, I guess) - has the following options: Hentai, Yaoi, and non-Hentai. I learned while on this site Adult Fanfiction that "hentai" also means "heterosexual". Of course, everything must have disturbingly graphic sex scenes. Ah well, I really am a woman - words get me much better than pictures - and I marvel at men's lack of imagination that they must have "everything spelled out" for them. This one that I've actually heard of, Dragonball H (H standing for Hentai, naturally), is actually one of the few on this Mandarake site that is actually... sold out. It's all couples, apparently, which is why it's sold out (regardless that my couple is on the cover... looking very innocent, at that). But still - a DBZ doujinshi, sold out? This show is never going to go away. Anyhow it still gives me the heebie jeebies.
Another site, Animaxis, has the following "series" - the Deluxe Edition. It doesn't seem to do anything other than, uh, plagiarize the original comic books and draw them... over. And the point of that is what?
Shopping Mall Japan is way too, uh, Japanese. When I clicked on a link it just went to this Yahoo JP page with nothing in particular of interest on it except little ads that said, with the kanji above, "sites that are harmful to children are blocked for nothing!" Yeah, ok. I left that site pretty quickly.
The RinkYa site, with a similar format to Shopping Mall Japan, when you click on Books/Magazines has some random words that are supposedly product descriptions that say "I make love a younger sister" and "He is a boy from a flower". Along with "Inconvenient truth". And then I got completely confused by their choices - Juvenile Comic, Female Comic, Male Comic, and then Eichi (H) is under Juvenile Comic, and just... no.
Aloha Anime. Don't go here. Just... please don't. You'll regret it. Your brain and eyes will regret it. All I can say is, why the fuck do people have hentai doujinshi about Pan, who is 14 in GT? Sigh. Maybe it's not the site. Maybe it's my fandom. Maybe my fandom is fucked up. Well, actually, I already knew that. DBZ seems to attract society's delinquents, sadly enough. And me. Heh heh.
Twinbells Doujinshi is so snooty that it doesn't even have DBZ doujinshi. Well, fuck you too.
The Doujinshi-Online "reference site" that haughtily says that it does not and will not ever offer scans (*rolls eyes*) reminds me that: there are way too many doujinshi artists that insist on CLAMP-ifying DBZ characters instead of sticking with Toriyama's "ugly" style. I mean, if I wanted to read pretty manga, I'd read pretty manga. Please don't make them look like fuckin' Fushigi Yugi, you know. Also, Bulma's hair is not pink or purple. But then again she changes it so often, who knows (har har). Oh, yeah, and that, as usual, there are way too many B/V doujinshi out there if you consider how dumb this ship is (about that whole fucking family, actually. Sorry Trunks fan girls, but enough is enough). Also, "Gracias Returns" is not gramatically correct in any language.
WHOA. HOLD UP. I THINK I FOUND IT. Translated from the Japanese, it's "Glorious 1984-1995 AD" (the years DB and Z were in production).
Sadly, that didn't help my quest for it at all. Son of a fuck. And the quest continues. I wonder if any of these people would like... sell theirs... for $50...
I scratched my face rifling through eBay's offerings. It's because of all the doujinshi related to DBZ that could exist... of course eBay pretty much has the yaoi. The hunt for greatness is a dangerous thing. There's also other great offerings on eBay unrelated to my fandom... like pokemon furry yiffy doujinshi... Powerpuff Girls porn... Not mine, of course. Not that that's too surprising. If I owned that doujinshi I wouldn't want to sell it either.
Also, I've made a meme.
Name 7 Things on Your Desk
tissues, Burt's Bees chapstick, rice crackers, Jane magazine, pictures of my parents, chai tea, a Shiva statue
Name 7 Things on Your Wall(s)
a red Chinese decoration thingy, a National Geographic world map, a map of Australia, a Ghostbusters cut-out, a Nebraska calendar, pretty circles of blue and purple giftwrap, cut-out pics of ice, cut-out pics of Melbourne
Name 7 Books/Items on Your Bookshelf
Kamus Indonesia Inggris, Terror in the Mind of God, Globalization: What's New?, Globalization and its Discontents, Build a Better Life By Stealing Office Supplies, The Road, DBZ #10
Last 7 Songs You Played
"This is Your Life" - the Dust Brothers, "Pure Morning" - Placebo, "I Know" - Placebo, "Wonderboy" - Tenacious D, "Right Now" - Korn, "Got the Life" - Korn, "Hurt" - NIN
7 Web sites You've Bookmarked (and please don't do the standard, like facebook)
Snowblood Apple: Movie Reviews A-Z, Toonami Digital Arsenal, H.R. Giger: The Official Web site, Studies in the Political Economy of New Order Indonesia, .a wind of such violence. the work of sylvia plath, The Uyghur-English Dictionary Project, Street Music of Java
7 Things You Want to Eat Right Now
dried mangoes, fresh mangoes, Oriental flavor ramen noodles, shrimp crackers, mint chip ice cream, banana pancakes, shabu shabu
7 Places You Want to Be Right Now
Home in Lincoln, Jakarta, Cheyenne (WY), Custer National Park (SD), Melbourne, Alaska, northern California
I'm still sick. The illness has now moved into my lungs and taken roost there, where it is making me cough so hard that it feels like my throat is actually being torn into bloody chunks. Sorry for the graphics. I've used the word blood too many times in this here last chapter. My cold/flu/disease is evidently making me lose my mind (Friends' Ross: Am I? Am I? Am I lo-o-o-osing my mind?) because I am actually trying to buy doujinshi.
But before I get into that debacle, I'll first tell you all about my latest computer escapade. I'm a hypochondriac computer owner. But to be fair, my computer is cursed/possessed. I've reformatted it once already, and that's sort of like an exorcism for computers since it wipes the hard drive completely clean. The reformatting made me even more paranoid, though, and I think my number may be blocked by the tech people because I call with every little thing. Or used to, anyway.
So the latest thing: disregarding that my iPod refuses to update itself properly (well, it does... it's never damaged, and the problem fixes itself and... yeah), when I tried to watch a YouTube video it would skip about every three seconds. I thought it was just that video. Nope. So then I went to DailyMotion, my new favorite site because it apparently hasn't been bought out by FUNimation's goons, and that was skipping too. What the fuck? Should I be telling people that my internet videos had died? However, I stayed calm... relatively... closed all my windows (including my last LJ update that hadn't yet been posted...), cache cleaned this bitch, and then tried again. It works now.
So yes, I'm also trying to buy doujinshi. There's one in particular that I want to get my little hands on - it's called "huu-jin hun-jin shishi". I've seen images from it and I want it like whoa. Well, not actually like whoa. It's more like I'm just bored and I don't want to edit an article called "Opium and Heroin in Iran" that's 46 pages long (do you blame me?). Anyway, that one I'm searching for - Huu-jin Hun-jin Shishi - is like a retelling of the entire saga (it's 100 pages long) with just a little more G/CC thrown in for good measure, and humorous shit, but none of it is explicit, it's more like... if someone who could pull off romance was doing DBZ. Doesn't that sound wonderful? Well, it does to me, so shut the fuck up!
However, I have come to some disturbing conclusions about buying doujinshi. This one store I'm at now - Mandarake (Japanese mandrake, I guess) - has the following options: Hentai, Yaoi, and non-Hentai. I learned while on this site Adult Fanfiction that "hentai" also means "heterosexual". Of course, everything must have disturbingly graphic sex scenes. Ah well, I really am a woman - words get me much better than pictures - and I marvel at men's lack of imagination that they must have "everything spelled out" for them. This one that I've actually heard of, Dragonball H (H standing for Hentai, naturally), is actually one of the few on this Mandarake site that is actually... sold out. It's all couples, apparently, which is why it's sold out (regardless that my couple is on the cover... looking very innocent, at that). But still - a DBZ doujinshi, sold out? This show is never going to go away. Anyhow it still gives me the heebie jeebies.
Another site, Animaxis, has the following "series" - the Deluxe Edition. It doesn't seem to do anything other than, uh, plagiarize the original comic books and draw them... over. And the point of that is what?
Shopping Mall Japan is way too, uh, Japanese. When I clicked on a link it just went to this Yahoo JP page with nothing in particular of interest on it except little ads that said, with the kanji above, "sites that are harmful to children are blocked for nothing!" Yeah, ok. I left that site pretty quickly.
The RinkYa site, with a similar format to Shopping Mall Japan, when you click on Books/Magazines has some random words that are supposedly product descriptions that say "I make love a younger sister" and "He is a boy from a flower". Along with "Inconvenient truth". And then I got completely confused by their choices - Juvenile Comic, Female Comic, Male Comic, and then Eichi (H) is under Juvenile Comic, and just... no.
Aloha Anime. Don't go here. Just... please don't. You'll regret it. Your brain and eyes will regret it. All I can say is, why the fuck do people have hentai doujinshi about Pan, who is 14 in GT? Sigh. Maybe it's not the site. Maybe it's my fandom. Maybe my fandom is fucked up. Well, actually, I already knew that. DBZ seems to attract society's delinquents, sadly enough. And me. Heh heh.
Twinbells Doujinshi is so snooty that it doesn't even have DBZ doujinshi. Well, fuck you too.
The Doujinshi-Online "reference site" that haughtily says that it does not and will not ever offer scans (*rolls eyes*) reminds me that: there are way too many doujinshi artists that insist on CLAMP-ifying DBZ characters instead of sticking with Toriyama's "ugly" style. I mean, if I wanted to read pretty manga, I'd read pretty manga. Please don't make them look like fuckin' Fushigi Yugi, you know. Also, Bulma's hair is not pink or purple. But then again she changes it so often, who knows (har har). Oh, yeah, and that, as usual, there are way too many B/V doujinshi out there if you consider how dumb this ship is (about that whole fucking family, actually. Sorry Trunks fan girls, but enough is enough). Also, "Gracias Returns" is not gramatically correct in any language.
WHOA. HOLD UP. I THINK I FOUND IT. Translated from the Japanese, it's "Glorious 1984-1995 AD" (the years DB and Z were in production).
Sadly, that didn't help my quest for it at all. Son of a fuck. And the quest continues. I wonder if any of these people would like... sell theirs... for $50...
I scratched my face rifling through eBay's offerings. It's because of all the doujinshi related to DBZ that could exist... of course eBay pretty much has the yaoi. The hunt for greatness is a dangerous thing. There's also other great offerings on eBay unrelated to my fandom... like pokemon furry yiffy doujinshi... Powerpuff Girls porn... Not mine, of course. Not that that's too surprising. If I owned that doujinshi I wouldn't want to sell it either.
Also, I've made a meme.
Name 7 Things on Your Desk
tissues, Burt's Bees chapstick, rice crackers, Jane magazine, pictures of my parents, chai tea, a Shiva statue
Name 7 Things on Your Wall(s)
a red Chinese decoration thingy, a National Geographic world map, a map of Australia, a Ghostbusters cut-out, a Nebraska calendar, pretty circles of blue and purple giftwrap, cut-out pics of ice, cut-out pics of Melbourne
Name 7 Books/Items on Your Bookshelf
Kamus Indonesia Inggris, Terror in the Mind of God, Globalization: What's New?, Globalization and its Discontents, Build a Better Life By Stealing Office Supplies, The Road, DBZ #10
Last 7 Songs You Played
"This is Your Life" - the Dust Brothers, "Pure Morning" - Placebo, "I Know" - Placebo, "Wonderboy" - Tenacious D, "Right Now" - Korn, "Got the Life" - Korn, "Hurt" - NIN
7 Web sites You've Bookmarked (and please don't do the standard, like facebook)
Snowblood Apple: Movie Reviews A-Z, Toonami Digital Arsenal, H.R. Giger: The Official Web site, Studies in the Political Economy of New Order Indonesia, .a wind of such violence. the work of sylvia plath, The Uyghur-English Dictionary Project, Street Music of Java
7 Things You Want to Eat Right Now
dried mangoes, fresh mangoes, Oriental flavor ramen noodles, shrimp crackers, mint chip ice cream, banana pancakes, shabu shabu
7 Places You Want to Be Right Now
Home in Lincoln, Jakarta, Cheyenne (WY), Custer National Park (SD), Melbourne, Alaska, northern California
I feel that I should post to prove that I'm still alive (I post, therefore I am).
REALIZATIONS OF LATE:
* I do a lot of things because I feel I am obligated to do them to ensure future success in some amorphous career that does not yet have shape. I minor in Econ. I take Chinese. I'm in the Journal of Politics and Society. I take Statistics for Economics. In other words, I resume build, and I hate it.
* On the other hand, I don't know if I'm truly cut out for a writing workshop/class either. I don't even want to know what most people at Columbia write, fiction-wise. Probably something along the lines of Kafka's Metamorphosis or a variant on the Amy Tan noun-infested cultural novel (The Kitchen God's Wife, The Bone Collector's Daughter). Something serious and philosophical and/or demanding of respect for other reasons. And me? "Uh... I write fantasy." "Are you serious? Like Lord of the Rings?" "Uh... no." "Oh."
* I really like arrogant guys. I recognize this as a failing.
* I somehow damaged my principal headphones because I tripped on their cord while they were plugged into my laptop, twice. The second time evidently was too much. Luckily the microphone still works, and I had a spare set. Even more luckily, I didn't manage to actually pull my laptop off the desk... stupid motherfucker. It's not like we can afford another one.
* Chinese characters make my hands tingly. I don't like to write them.
* I think I've saddened my mother irreparably. I told her last night that I want to work in Indonesia:
"I want to work in Indonesia, I want to live there."
Silence cut across the phone and bounced across the small white-washed prison cell of a room, then floated out the windows into apartments across alley ways.
"I made you sad, didn't I?"
"No..." her voice was hesitant.
"You're crying, aren't you? I can hear you crying. Big crystal tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing onto the floor, surrounding your feet, as you drown in your tears..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake. I'm not crying." She took a moment and then continued before I could tease her more, "I cried last night though."
"Why?"
"I was watching American Idol."
I started laughing. She did too, but it sounded forced. "And there was this one girl who had never cut her hair so it was down to her ankle, and was obviously very sweet. And when she auditioned her mother, who also had this really long hair, was in the room with her. I mean, they asked her to be there... the mother didn't want to be there. So she sang, and she had a very sweet voice, but they told her no because she just stood there and sang, she wasn't American Idol material. Of course, when she left the room she immediately burst into tears, and she went to her father, who was standing outside, who just held her stoically. Not her mother. She went to her father."
I bit my lip, wondering if she felt like I didn't go to her enough, if I wasn't grateful enough for what she did for me that she didn't want to do.
"And I just thought, how lucky she is that she has a father to do that for her."
I sighed. I didn't know what to say. "Well... that's the way it goes," I said finally, listening carefully for any sounds that might indicate she was crying again. "That's the way life is." C'est la vie, as she would have said.
And then, after another moment of silence, "I'm okay." I laughed, considering. "Well. Sort of."
But I had managed to make her laugh too, and although my thoughts briefly flickered back to weddings with no one to give me away, those thoughts were brief.
REALIZATIONS OF LATE:
* I do a lot of things because I feel I am obligated to do them to ensure future success in some amorphous career that does not yet have shape. I minor in Econ. I take Chinese. I'm in the Journal of Politics and Society. I take Statistics for Economics. In other words, I resume build, and I hate it.
* On the other hand, I don't know if I'm truly cut out for a writing workshop/class either. I don't even want to know what most people at Columbia write, fiction-wise. Probably something along the lines of Kafka's Metamorphosis or a variant on the Amy Tan noun-infested cultural novel (The Kitchen God's Wife, The Bone Collector's Daughter). Something serious and philosophical and/or demanding of respect for other reasons. And me? "Uh... I write fantasy." "Are you serious? Like Lord of the Rings?" "Uh... no." "Oh."
* I really like arrogant guys. I recognize this as a failing.
* I somehow damaged my principal headphones because I tripped on their cord while they were plugged into my laptop, twice. The second time evidently was too much. Luckily the microphone still works, and I had a spare set. Even more luckily, I didn't manage to actually pull my laptop off the desk... stupid motherfucker. It's not like we can afford another one.
* Chinese characters make my hands tingly. I don't like to write them.
* I think I've saddened my mother irreparably. I told her last night that I want to work in Indonesia:
"I want to work in Indonesia, I want to live there."
Silence cut across the phone and bounced across the small white-washed prison cell of a room, then floated out the windows into apartments across alley ways.
"I made you sad, didn't I?"
"No..." her voice was hesitant.
"You're crying, aren't you? I can hear you crying. Big crystal tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing onto the floor, surrounding your feet, as you drown in your tears..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake. I'm not crying." She took a moment and then continued before I could tease her more, "I cried last night though."
"Why?"
"I was watching American Idol."
I started laughing. She did too, but it sounded forced. "And there was this one girl who had never cut her hair so it was down to her ankle, and was obviously very sweet. And when she auditioned her mother, who also had this really long hair, was in the room with her. I mean, they asked her to be there... the mother didn't want to be there. So she sang, and she had a very sweet voice, but they told her no because she just stood there and sang, she wasn't American Idol material. Of course, when she left the room she immediately burst into tears, and she went to her father, who was standing outside, who just held her stoically. Not her mother. She went to her father."
I bit my lip, wondering if she felt like I didn't go to her enough, if I wasn't grateful enough for what she did for me that she didn't want to do.
"And I just thought, how lucky she is that she has a father to do that for her."
I sighed. I didn't know what to say. "Well... that's the way it goes," I said finally, listening carefully for any sounds that might indicate she was crying again. "That's the way life is." C'est la vie, as she would have said.
And then, after another moment of silence, "I'm okay." I laughed, considering. "Well. Sort of."
But I had managed to make her laugh too, and although my thoughts briefly flickered back to weddings with no one to give me away, those thoughts were brief.
