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Thursday, July 11, 2002 [link] 02:28 p.m. listening to: nothing Amea: Well yes, I see what you mean about the horses now. And you're right; it's disturbing that we go "awwww!" when horses are killed but don't bat an eye when people are cleaved in twain. And yes, I think the snobbery levels at private schools tend to be higher. BTW, what's a "classical school?" As for the Pledge of Allegiance, well, I don't have any opinion formulated yet, mostly because I'm ignorant and hate to look ignorant. ^_~ I didn't read all of the letter with Mr. Dougherty; I got about halfway through before I realized that it was extremely long. My attention span has been shot lately. I may go back and finish it later. Anyway, in regards to inconsistency, yes, you may be right. But if you want to keep being consistent, then that means reprinting all of our money and reminting all of our coins, which is a rather large undertaking. In any case, I've never seen holding a quarter in my hand as having God "forced" upon me, and I think anyone that believes God is being "forced" upon him/her in the Pledge of Allegiance needs to get out more. For anyone who doesn't know, the words "under God" were added in the 1950s for the purpose of differentiating America from atheist Communist nations. At least, according to this article. None of this is to say that I dis/agree with the Pledge of Allegiance being changed or amended or whatnot. I think there's a point that's being missed, but I don't know what it is right now. Wednesday, July 10, 2002 [link] 08:10 p.m. listening to: "The Boxer" - Simon and Garfunkel I feel the need to blog about this new employee at my local Albertson's. He's not my idea of handsome, but he has the kind of face that you don't get tired of very easily. He has long, thick brown hair, kind of wavy, past collar-length but not quite shoulder-length. He's incredibly helpful. I saw him getting carts for people the other day. He asked me if I needed a cart or a basket when he saw me carrying things in my hands (I was only buying a few things). When he's sweeping up the store, he's constantly asking people, "Can you find everything you need?" or "Need any help?" or "How's it going?" After witnessing this, I was determined to find out his name. So I contrived to pass by close enough to him to read his nametag. His name is Aries. Today, I heard him singing while crossing the parking lot, collecting carts. Wednesday, July 10, 2002 [link] 04:47 p.m. listening to: "When You Say Nothing At All" - Alison Krauss Rachel: Two words for you: Mister. Housh. And now, I would like to say that this is one of the funniest things I've ever read, and this is one of the most powerful. Tuesday, July 9, 2002 [link] 03:35 p.m. listening to: "In the Jailhouse Now" - O Brother, Where Art Thou soundtrack Let it be known that this week, I will mail out everything I need to mail out, so help me God. That means Ashlea's manga, Kaie's video, Kaie's junk, Jasmine's junk, and anything else I may have forgotten. Amen. Today, I watched O Brother Where Art Thou. It was very good, despite my irrational dislike for George Clooney. I honestly have no idea why seeing George Clooney's name on screen annoys me. Maybe he's too famous or something. But still, it was a very good movie. And Mr. Clooney is a good actor. Or I'm easy to please. But gosh, I want a copy of that soundtrack. Amea: I guess people pity the horses because, like you said, they're the more innocent. I mean, the horses don't know what they're getting into; the soldiers are perfectly aware that they're there to kill other people and get killed themselves. The horses are just doing what they're told, and they get their legs hacked off for it. Unless, of course, horses are completely sentient and I'm just an iggerant human. On a completely different topic, I honestly see no difference between private schools and public schools, and I've been to both. But I only attended private school for two years, so I'm not qualified to make any kind of judgment. This is based mostly on my observations of the people around me who attended private school for their elementary and middle school years and are now attending a public high school. But maybe it's just my region. Kaie: . . . that makes me nervous. . . . hmm. I thought there'd be more people to talk to than that. I guess I was wrong. Or maybe it's just that everyone else I would normally blog at frequently now have comments things. Anyway, so Amea was talking about standing up for yourself in relation to public/private schools and whatnot, and that made me think about, well, standing up for yourself in relation to public/private schools. Uh. Yeah. Well, I can't speak for the private schools, but I've never felt that I'm "oppressed" or anything at my public school. While we wouldn't get write-ups for how wonderful we are for speaking out, it's not like we'd be immediately suppressed. Depending on the nature of your action, yeah, you might get sent to the principal's office. Your life is not ruined. And you might have made someone realize that maybe it's worth it to face the (not so dire) consequences. I'm talking in circles now, aren't I? Maybe it's just me. I mean, I laughed the last time one of my teachers gave me a referral (as a joke). If a teacher gave me one for real, I think I'd still laugh. And I'd fill it out myself and help him spell my name. I'd rather talk to the administrators than the teachers, most of the time. It's easier to just go straight to the top. I don't know. I've never been afraid, really, of getting in trouble. Maybe it's just my foolish, headstrong optimism that if I'm right, it'll all work out in the end. And I may not always be right, but hey, that's how we learn, right? [Edit: I feel obligated to mention that public schools are not necessarily a "breeding ground" for saying what you want as Amea says, at least in my experience. I think it's because public schools are so diverse, so administrators feel more pressured to be "politically correct" and draw a very firm, thick line. One move can set a bad precedent, you know? And if what Amea says is true, then private school kids tend to be more aware of what they're doing. Which contradicts what I said earlier about there being little to no difference between private schools and public schools, but that happens. ^^;; Especially with me.] Sunday, July 7, 2002 [link] 09:21 p.m. listening to: "Raid" - Hellsing OST  what's your cowboy bebop theme song? . . . okay. There's a track on my Hellsing OST that has guns going off in the background and the rattling of shells on the ground. Scares the hell out of me every time I hear it. Some of these songs just aren't meant to be listened to on headphones. Sunday, July 7, 2002 [link] 06:15 p.m. listening to: "Raid" - Hellsing OST AX CON REPORT Thursday See previous entry. Friday Linda and I went to sleep at about 11:00 PM the night before after watching four episodes of Hellsing and enjoying it greatly. We woke about 7:00 AM, showered, ate breakfast, and then we were off to wait in line for the Nobuhiro Watsuki (the creator of Rurouni Kenshin and Gun Blaze West) focus panel. There was an obscenely long line for the panel, although Linda and I had made sure to be an hour and a half early. We should have known that there would be scary, scary people who would wait in line at 6:00 AM to see Watsuki. We met Rachel in line. The Watsuki panel was quite fun. Watsuki-sensei is so shy it's cute. Most of the questions asked at the panel were ones that had already been answered in his freetalks in the manga (I think most of the people there were fans of the anime more than the manga) and others were just not very interesting, but there were some good questions with good answers. One was "In the final fight between Saitou and Kenshin, who would win?" After several minutes of deliberation, Watsuki decided that Saitou would probably win, but if Kenshin were fighting to keep or protect something, he would win. Another great question was, "Do you read fanfiction or doujinshi? What do you think about Rurouni Kenshin yaoi?" The translator almost died translating this one. ^^;; Watsuki replied that he doesn't really seek out fanfiction, but if someone actually sends one to him, he certainly looks through it. As for yaoi, well, he doesn't object to it, but he asks that his readers please keep in mind that Watsuki has his own view of the Kenshin world, so don't come up to him and beg him to confirm that Kensin and Sano are a couple. Someone actually did that to him in Japan. ^^ Supposedly, you're able to line up for autograph sessions only an hour ahead. Linda, Rachel, and I got there exactly an hour ahead and found more than hundred people in front of us. Obviously, we did not get autographs from Watsuki. After that failed attempt, we decided to try and find dinner. There are no fast food restaurants within a comfortable walking distance of the Long Beach convention center. Just so you know. Unless, of course, you're perfectly comfortable walking three very long blocks. Linda and I visited Rachel's hotel room and were introduced to her roomies. Then we set off for the yaoi/yuri panel. The yaoi panel was perhaps one of the most infuriating experiences of my life. Some new federal law was passed this year that required proof of age to be able to enter the panel. Seeing as how Rachel and I did not have anything besides our school IDs (and are not over eighteen in any case), we ended up sitting at the door and trying to listen to the panel. We could hear most of the hosts, since they had microphones, but of course we were completely unable to hear any questions or storytelling from the audience. The only good part of the night was that it somehow managed to convert Linda to the dark side. She really enjoyed the panel. There was a nice old man who tried to let us sneak in, but we were caught by the administrators. ^_^;; He said he'd never really understood this kind of thing. "I figure," he said, "if you're too young or too naive to know what it is, then it can't harm you. And if you do know what it is, then by all means, come in!" After the panel, Rachel went with her roomie to watch Gravitation in one of the hotel rooms. Linda and I declined, since I have Gravitation on CD, and we spent many hours wandering the convention. We worked on a story idea for a manga that Linda wants to draw and I will write the script for. It was a Friday night and the fourth of July weekend, so we saw plenty of people screaming at each other from across the street, people going clubbing, drunk people trying to get home, and witnessed a car accident. This was mostly from a table in front of the Rockbottom Restaurant and Brewery, which was closed, but the employees inside cleaning up were nice enough to ignore us using their table. Around 2:30 AM, Linda and I headed back to Rachel's hotel to see if she and her friend were done watching Gravitation. They indeed were and were getting their stuff together to go camp out for Masquerade tickets. At this point, Linda and I were operating on very little sleep and were very giddy, and I eventually lapsed into some sort of pseudo Russian-Yiddish accent and couldn't get out of it. Rachel accompanied Linda and I to the convention center parking lot to grab the blankets and pillow that we had brought from home. I can say very little about waiting in line for Masquerade tickets. I spent most of it dozing on and off. The night was fairly warm at first and I could sleep pretty comfortably, but around 5:00 AM the temperature took a sudden plummet and I couldn't get warm again. Next year we're going to bring more blankets and pillows. And after that, we still only got tickets in the fourteenth row. We were quite disgruntled. Saturday After getting our tickets, Linda and I scrounged some crappy breakfast from the hotel. Linda paid five dollars for what was, essentially, a McDonald's breakfast, but not nearly as good. I discovered that I had apparently lost my hat the night before, which did not improve my mood any. Then Linda and I found some chairs to curl up and nap on, and after a brief half-hour catnap we went and found the line for the second Watsuki autograph session, this time making sure to be an hour and a half early. We were still a rather desperate distance from the front of the line, and it looked very unlikely that we would be getting autographs. We found Rachel further up, who was feeling very sick, and I gave my manga to her, promising to sell it to her if she got it autographed. I mean, I didn't care, as long as it was my manga that he signed. Even if it wouldn't belong to me afterwards. Linda and I spent the entirety of the wait in line feeling very bitter and depressed and expecting to be cut off any moment. Indeed, we were dismissed while quite close, but Rachel managed to get the autograph. It was in gold marker. I cried from sheer joy, and Rachel, being the wonderful person she is, ended up giving my manga back. She claimed that being able to see Watsuki up close was enough for her, which I can well believe. Sitting there in line across from the door, I think I could have watched him draw all day (ten people won sketches, which Watsuki took forever on and was very careful with) even if I didn't get an autograph. Watsuki gets very into his work. Afterwards, we decided to embark on a search for my hat. We checked the Lost and Found in the convention center, the Lost and Found in the hotel, and bought some Ibuprofen for Rachel, who was in great pain. It was mysteriously inexpensive. Jacky Lau, a friend, eventually found my hat in Live Programming 1, where I had apparently left it after the yaoi panel. They were using it in a raffle drawing. o_O Feeling much better with my lucky hat back on my head--okay, so it's my only hat--Linda, Rachel, and I descended upon the Artist's Alley once again. This time I succeeded in finding Tochi of Strings of Fate fame, and purchased what is currently the title picture on her website and a print of Long's dragon form. Happiness! Then Rachel decided that she wanted to watch FLCL, and Linda and I decided to try and get into the Exhibit Hall. After seeing the enormous line to get in, we decided to just wander for a bit. Actually, we made an attempt to sneak in the back way, but failed. Then we walked randomly around the convention, ate an early dinner, and sat and talked about nothing for a while until we figured it was safe to start lining up for the Masquerade. Then we waited almost three hours to be seated and half an hour more waiting for the show to start. The Masquerade was splendid, as always. There were many, many impressive costumes. I discovered that Aimee Major had entered the competition with an incredible Shiva costume, which may explain why I was unable to find her for three days of the convention. Someone also entered as Alucard from Hellsing, which made everyone in the audience squeal and scream and cheer, and of course he did the famous pose in which Alucard has his arms out to the side in a hanging-cross position and both guns angled slightly down. It was great. There was also a stunning Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust group entry that somehow managed to summarize the movie in two minutes. Linda got a strange call from her parents during the Masquerade, which she didn't notice because she had her phone turned off. We thought it was because we were late getting home, of course, because the Masquerade had been late in starting and thus even later in ending. It turned out her father was angry because they had received a call earlier from someone who knew Linda, saw her at the convention, but had gotten home at 4 or 5 PM that day. He thought that, well, if the convention had ended at 4 or 5 PM, why were we still out fooling around? Neither of us, of course, knew anyone like that, and we were both very confused. Sunday Linda's clock stopped, and she didn't pick me up until around 10:00 AM. We went to the Exhibit Hall and shopped around for maybe an hour or so. It was really crowded, which tends to make us aggressive and cranky, so we left quickly. Linda got some art supplies. I bought a Hellsing t-shirt, a "got manga?" t-shirt, and a Totoro plushie for Rachel. Then we went to lunch at a Taiwanese-operated Japanese restaurant called Tampopo Bento, which was very good. Then we watched Hellsing. Linda had to leave halfway through the last episode, unfortunately, but I didn't. And here is what I have to say about Hellsing: Oh. My. God. Jesus Christ on a bicycle. Jesus Christ on rollerblades. This show kicks so much ass that it is unbelievable. I can't even describe how much this show kicks ass. I wish there were more than thirteen episodes. But since there isn't, I must instead run out and buy the manga, because I can't live without more Alucard. And amazingly enough, the anime has an open-ended ending that doesn't drive me insane! Rather, it leaves me wriggling with delicious glee, giggling like a small, demented child. [spoiler]The only thing I would disagree with is making Alucard = Dracula. I saw it coming, but it was disappointed all the same. That kinda cheapens Alucard's coolness, especially considering I don't think Dracula was even half as powerful as Alucard. Or even one-fifth.[end spoiler] |
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