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about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 17 location: socal, usa hobbies: anime, manga, reading, writing, doodling, video games, french horn likes: all of the above, being lazy, mushrooms, cheese, animals, laughing loudly in public dislikes: nuts, stinging/biting insects, religious fanatics, violence, olives contact: coloredink@mailcity add .com wishlist playstation 220-30 gig hard drive car summer job a good night's sleep money stress-free life trigun dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack over the rhine cd moxy fruvous cd hellsing dvd box set long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) hellsingffx html currently reading nothing newcurrently playing ffviffviii ffx currently watching hana yori dango (20)gravitation oav (1) fruits basket (17) ayashi no ceres (11) utena (16) rayearth (8) gto tv (4) ccs tv (19?) blaze of mirage (3) star ocean ex (22) blue submarine no.6 (1) |
Thursday, August 29, 2002 [link] 01:04 a.m. listening to: nothing I swore I'd never do a CLAMP collage because they have done so many that are far better than mine could ever be. I lied. Series: X Characters: mostly Kusanagi Shiyuu, with a bit of Yuzuriha and Kanoe Song/Title: "The Queen and the Soldier" by Suzanne Vega Blurb: This collage took me about three to four hours, which is probably the longest I've ever taken to do a collage. Most of that was text manipulation; it's a very wordy song, with no repetitive chorus to cut out. >_< I'm not very satisfied with the final product, either. It's busier than I'd have liked. The lyrics are a bit crowded, too, but I can't really fix that without changing the song altogether. If you know the song and X, you'll know that Kanoe doesn't fit the part of the queen very well. But she's The Empress and she's got red tapestries and an arrogant eye, so oh well. It's a collage featuring Kusanagi! The song call makes more sense if you've seen the anime. Link: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/queenandsoldier.jpg I go thud now. Wednesday, August 28, 2002 [link] 07:41 p.m. listening to: nothing My father went to Las Vegas this afternoon at approximately 2:00 PM and will not return until tomorrow. It is not until now, having returned home from Band Camp, that I realize there is nothing to eat for dinner. Wednesday, August 28, 2002 [link] 02:09 p.m. listening to: "I Will Remember You" - Sarah McLachlan Collage time. Series: Fruits Basket Character(s): Hatori Souma, Kana Souma Song/Title: "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan Blurb: I felt a little bad using the song for a Fruits Basket collage, because it's such a wonderful song and Fruits Basket is somehow not deserving of it. But after the second or so loop (I always loop the song when working), I realized how appropriate it was for Hatori. That didn't, however, stop me from hating the collage after I added the text. I'll probably redo it at some point in the future. Link: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/iwillrememberyou.jpg Ooog. I don't feel so good. I go lie down now. Tuesday, August 27, 2002 [link] 09:59 p.m. listening to: "1000 Oceans" - Tori Amos **cries** Tuesday, August 27, 2002 [link] 08:41 p.m. listening to: nothing Had an interesting day today. Got woken up at 6:45 AM by Linda Hudson telling me that yes, I was needed at the polls. So off I went to the polls, snagging breakfast from Carl's Jr. on the way. Working the polls was actually a lot of fun. I was put in charge of handing out the ballots and explaining the procedure to people. Most of the people who came in and voted were the retired elderly, although a few people came in with children. Everyone was very nice; we didn't encounter any loonies. The people I was working with were also the retired elderly, and they were very nice, and they seemed to know everyone in their precinct. o_o For some reason our precinct, 23, was in the same room as another precinct, 25. So we were constantly getting people for precinct 25 and had to direct them over to the next table to vote. The other table didn't have to direct nearly as many people because our precinct was tiny; eight hundred people. We got only 49 voters in the twelve-hour day, although we had nearly twice that many absentee voters who had mailed in their ballots earlier. I ate so much junk food. The City Clerk, Cynthia Trujillo, brought in two dozen donuts, and the precinct 23 inspector brought a gazillion cookies from some function her daughter had at school. Oh my God. Pollworking is bad for your health. George is trying to convert me to Windows XP. I want to be converted, but Windows XP has this lousy excuse for Windows Explorer that I don't like. I cannot function without Windows Explorer. What I really want is to be able to switch my regional settings to Japanese so that my entire computer will basically be in Japanese, but when he tried it, it didn't work. Hn. Monday, August 26, 2002 [link] 02:58 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega Addendum to the Hellsing babble below after rewatching episode 2 in the comfort of my own home. Bits of the script have been changed somewhat radically, though not in any way that I disapprove of. Actually, the biggest change that I noticed is the conversation below, in episode 2. In the Japanese version, it goes something like this: Ferguson: I understand that in D-11 you were treated as something of a guest. Seras: **says nothing** Ferguson: Well, I won't treat you as a guest here, not out in the field, but-- Seras: Please, I don't need special treatment, here or on the field! Ferguson: **surprised look** Well. . . heh. You're a little hard to deal with. Seras: Hard to. . . deal with? This is according to the subtitle script. As I have very little knowledge of Japanese, I'm taking it at the translator's word that this is what they're saying in Japanese. Now, in the English version, this is how the conversation goes: Ferguson: I understand that in division eleven, they handled you with kid gloves. Seras: **says nothing** Ferguson: Well, here the gloves come off. But I can't afford to risk another mission-- Seras: Please, sir, I don't need special treatment! Ferguson: **looks surprised** Well. . . maybe you're a little high-strung for this. Seras: High. . . strung? I personally prefer the English script in that case, if only because it's much less vague. "Hard to deal with?" What does that mean? I thought he meant that she's hard to deal with because she's a vampire. But in the dub it's clear that he finds her high-strung, and that makes her hard to cope with out in the field. One difference between the sub and the dub that is very peculiar is how they changed the Hellsing "motto." Well, not changed, but. . . well, look at the official Japanese Hellsing site (at least, I think it's the official one). At the top, you can see the Hellsing motto: "In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen." It's everywhere; it's on pretty much all Hellsing merchandise, and it's probably on all the DVD boxes, too. But for some reason, the subtitle script in the first Hellsing DVD (and maybe the others, for all I know) does not say that. The subtitles instead say something along the lines of, "In the name of God, we shall strike the damned undead with the eternal iron stake." Why? I don't know. Maybe that's what they're literally saying in Japanese. In any case, the English script uses the motto that you see plastered all over the place. In other words, I Really Like the Hellsing dub. Uh. Yeah. And every time I see my "Penitent" collage, I get the song stuck in my head. Dammit. Sunday, August 25, 2002 [link] 11:12 p.m. listening to: Siean playing Morrowind I brought my Hellsing DVD to my aunt's house to traumatize my family with. Nobody watched except my uncle, but oh well. I switched it to English track for his benefit, since I don't think he's used to reading subtitles. I will now proceed to comment on the Hellsing dub. Mild spoilers for first three episodes may be forthcoming. Apparently they tried to make the Hellsing dub as authentic as possible, which is understandable. And since Hellsing is set mostly in London, everyone (except Alucard, for some reason) has British accents. I found this hilarious for no reason I can discern. I'm no expert on accents, but I'm of the opinion that some of the accents sound really. . . forced. Walter and Seras sounded okay, but Integra got on my nerves. Alexander Anderson has an Irish accent (which I guess is probable) that I couldn't stop laughing it. It wasn't a bad accent, I just thought it was funny. None of the voice acting in the Hellsing dub is bad, at least in the first three episodes. None of it made me wince, anyway. I think I prefer Alucard's Japanese voice because it's deeper and more resonant, but there's nothing wrong with his English voice. He is, incidentally, voiced by Crispin Freeman, who also played Zelgadis in the English dub of Slayers. I spent the whole time blinking and muttering, "Zelgadis?" I think I may actually prefer Mr. Anderson's English voice; I find his Japanese voice actor hideously annoying. But maybe that's just because Anderson's an annoying guy. A few lines were changed from the subtitled script for lipsynching purposes, but nothing radical. It's interesting to note that there's foul language where there was no foul language before, most of which I think was put in just so the lips would match up. For instance, the line where Alucard barks "PUNK!" in the beginning has been changed to "GODDAMN PUNK!" That made me blink. Leif of the "Bonnie and Clyde" pair in the second episode has a particularly foul mouth (and probably the best accent of all three episodes, IMHO). I think every other line of his had the word "fuck" in it. But it fit his personality, so I didn't mind. I was just amused. I was also amused whenever any of them said "Bloody hell!" That always made me laugh. "A four-poster coffin? Bloody hell!" Overall, I enjoyed watching Hellsing in English. Technically that's the language it should be in, since it's set in London and all. Sunday, August 25, 2002 [link] 09:23 p.m. listening to: nothing Pretty neat day today. I went to my aunt's house for a family gathering, went swimming in her pool. My cousin installed The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind on my computer and I've been watching him play it off and on. Siean and I work really well together. I suck at gameplay and he sucks at English, so he plays and I read and I tell him stuff. ^^;; My colors and stuff look really. . . off now. I think it's because he was screwing with the gamma correction in Morrowind. Saturday, August 24, 2002 [link] 02:59 p.m. listening to: "Freya's Theme" - Final Fantasy IX OST I finally got around to watching some more Hana Yori Dango today, after a year-long lapse. I like Doumyouji Tsubaki. She's cool. Mild spoilers forthcoming. My dad came in partway through episode twenty-one and watched a little bit. Tsukushi's feelings for both Tsukasa and Rui are pretty clear in all the episodes--especially the ones after episode twenty--so after a few minutes, my dad asked, "So, who does she like? That guy or the other guy?" I replied, "Both." "Good," he said, with great satisfaction. Friday, August 23, 2002 [link] 11:27 p.m. listening to: "99.9 F" - Suzanne Vega Bought the Hellsing box set today. It has only one DVD in it right now, seeing as how only one has been released. I also got a bag of fake blood with the Hellsing logo inside. I was a little disgruntled at first about paying five extra dollars for a box and a bag of blood, but the blood is actually strangely. . . amusing. I've been playing with it all night. Siean thinks I'm crazy. Oh well. Maybe now I can make my own screencaps. Friday, August 23, 2002 [link] 04:13 p.m. listening to: "Haunted" - Poe So sleepy. More Tales From Band Camp. ~~~ We've had a lot of strange things on the field this year. There was that bird, for example. Then, randomly, a guy ran on the field and plunked himself down next to Luis Rios, a clarinet player, as we were dressing a form (in English, that means we were moving around to make a formation look right). "Hey Luis!" he said cheerfully. Blink. Stare. "Hey," said Eddie, "get off our field. We're trying to get stuff done." The guy looked around the stripped parking lot, painted with white yard lines, at the yellow yard markers, at the band students standing around uneasily. "This isn't a field," he said. "It's got lines, it's got yard markers, it's a field! What part of 'get off our field' do you not understand?! Hey, can you get this guy off our field?" The last was addressed to a girl who had now joined the strange guy and Luis on the field. "Hey Luis!" said the girl, sitting down next to him. "Hey, just chill," she said to Eddie. "We're just talking." Eddie flailed his arms. "Luis, can you get these guys off our field?!" "Um. Yeah. Okay." Luis got up and led them away. Moral: if it has yard lines and markers, it is a field. ~~~ Marching bands and football players generally do not get along, even though bands perform at football games. Actually, maybe this is why they don't get along. But anyway, football players tend to scorn band members as weak little band nerds, while band members look upon football players as being stupid jocks who are all brawn and no brains. Hell Week has started, so the football players are using the softball field adjacent to the band "field." This isn't much of a problem, except that some of the sets run off the parking lot and onto the field (the edge of the field is the back hash). The football players also leave trash everywhere, and they tend to be really loud. The older (varsity or junior varsity) football players are usually okay with leaving the band alone and we do the same for them, but the freshmen football players can be remarkably stupid. So today was no exception. They massed around the front sideline talking loudly and trying to distract us, and at one point one of them was riding his bike around on the field while we were trying to dress a set. We put up with it until they started drinking our water, which is in two coolers on a small cart. Water is precious. "Dude," said Eddie, "don't do that. That's not for you." They ignored him. Mr. Edo tried to make us feel better by telling us a story about a drum corps and a football team. Apparently, the drum corps was rehearsing on a football field and were interrupted by the football team. "We want the field," said the football coach. "We have the field until four o' clock," said the marching instructor. And, according to Edo, the drum corps beat the snot out of the football team. Moral: not all football players may be scum, but they sure act like it. ~~~ Jen: I got out of the habit of checking your blog daily because you tend to blog infrequently. ^^;; But hey, my good wishes are with you. I hope you get there. Thursday, August 22, 2002 [link] 05:27 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega The "Penitent" collage from yesterday has been revised and reuploaded. I made a really dumb mistake in the lyrics. Thursday, August 22, 2002 [link] 04:16 p.m. listening to: "Variations on a Shaker Melody" - Aaron Copland And now, because you didn't ask for it, more Tales From Band Camp. ~~~ The "field" that we're marching on is actually the old student parking lot, repaved and lined with five-yard lines like a football field. Over near the thirty yard line there's a row of potholes where there used to be poles. They were taken out and the holes filled with sand. Of course, sand never stays where you want it to. What with the wind blowing and the people marching, the sand started spreading itself out around the holes. Eventually, Mr. Edo went over there and told them to try and kick some of the sand back in the holes. So you saw a line of trombone, baritone, and saxophone players standing around, kicking sand. Moral: we are the most ghetto band in the nation. ~~~ Southern California is not exactly a place for birdwatching. It's rare that you see something more exotic than pigeons and sparrows. But we do have orioles, apparently. I've heard that we also have red-winged blackbirds, but I've never seen one. Today, an oriole landed on the field. It was the cutest little thing, with a brown back and wings and a yellow underbelly. It seemed quite calm among all the people, walking around and cocking its bright, beady little eyes at us. But we were reluctant to move with it there (I think some of us were afraid we'd step on it). Some people tried to chase it away, but it was pretty fearless; it'd make a short flight, not even a foot above the ground, and then land somewhere else on the field. It was pretty funny, seeing Eddie chasing it around. "Get off my field!" Eventually, one of the drummers threw a drumstick at it, and it flew away. Moral: birds in Southern California are way too fearless. ~~~ I'm sure I had more Tales than that, but oh well. Now, I social blog. Kaie: Awww, why eat T.S. Eliot? I love his work! Sure, it's incomprehensible without cliffnotes or a ridiculous liberal arts education, but the imagery is so beautiful! Kelsey: I assure you, it's not cheesy at all. Yes, it is confusing and does contain things like twincest and ridiculous amounts of eerily accurate Judeo-Christian and Qabbalistic references. Or so I hear. And if it makes you feel any better, I can't comprehend manga that goes from left-to-right. Walker: Well, it seems to have been a one-time thing. I don't know if any of the other sections are experiencing it. The mellophones and the altos have been mushed, anyway; we are now one section. And with Rachel around, it's easier for me to be in two places at once. Also, we now have two new alto saxophone players, so one section leader takes them off to practice and run Chorale in F over and over again while the other section leader runs actual music. It's a pretty good working relationship-type thing. I think I'll soak my feet in hot water now. Wednesday, August 21, 2002 [link] 09:46 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega Collage time. Collage: link Song: "Penitent" by Suzanne Vega Character: Touya Akira and Fujiwarano Sai (if you look very carefully) The song call is kind of tenuous, but I just wanted an excuse to have a collage with Touya Akira on it. Heh. I'm sorry if it's too dark for you to see. At first, I figured that my computer was so dark that I didn't think anyone would have trouble viewing my collages. Then I discovered that there are people with far darker monitors/computers than mine. Keerist. I wanted to make Sai so faint that you can barely see him, but I was afraid that, uh, nobody would be able to see him. So I settled for making him really blurry instead. Wednesday, August 21, 2002 [link] 07:45 p.m. listening to: "Penitent" - Suzanne Vega I bought some sort of dairy substitute at the store today called "Vitamite," advertised as "nutritious without the soy flavor!" It only came in half-gallons, so I went ahead and purchased one, along with some cookies and a pint of Haagen-Dazs mango sorbet. The first thing I did when I got home was try the "milk." I poured myself a big glass and took a gulp. It tasted amazingly like nothing. It didn't taste like milk, soy, or even water. It tasted like large amounts of nothing. Although after a few more swallows, I decided that it tasted faintly of non-dairy creamer, like the kind you put in your coffee. I made cream of mushroom soup with it, and it tasted all right. It's terribly expensive though; it was about three-fifty for a half-gallon. I may stick to drinking soy milk the rest of the time. Wednesday, August 21, 2002 [link] 04:07 p.m. listening to: "The Queen and the Soldier" - Suzanne Vega And now, Tales from Band Camp. ~~~ On the very first day of Band Camp, Xuan Sin had her flute on the ground because she was clapping out a tempo for the flutes to march to (flute players, not instruments). It was run over by a truck. Moral: stack instruments in sections. ~~~ I am deathly afraid of stinging things, to the point that it might safely be called a phobia. I seriously puke in fear, I'm that afraid of them. Hell for me was last summer, when yellowjackets were somehow getting into the house. There was a bee on the ground next to the fifty yard marker, which happens to be where I stand in the first set. Sara, the clarinet standing next to me, squealed, "Ew, there's a dead bee on the ground!" I saw it and thought there was something strange about it. I didn't realize until later that it was because it was right-side up. Dead bees end up on their back, with their legs curled up above them. But it didn't move, not even when I nudged it with my shoe, so I ignored it. It wasn't until we reset a few moments later that I realized it was moving. That bee was so not dead; just torpid from cold. It's been extremely overcast and a little rainy lately. Roxanne came forth and stepped on it. It was still going, apparently unhurt. "It's Iron Bee!" drum major Eddie exclaimed. Moral: bees do not like asphalt. ~~~ We have another Heavy Metal Rocker in the band. Long hair, black t-shirts advertising a Heavy Metal Group, ripped jeans, the works. His name is Sean. The other day, I was at the table eating lunch. Then a woman sat down across from me. She was wearing a nice blouse, nice slacks; looked like someone you'd find working in a department store or something. Tagging along behind her was Sean and a younger boy, apparently Sean's brother. I blinked. Is she his mom? She looked so. . . normal. We introduced ourselves to each other, and then I said to Sean, "It's nice to have another long-haired glam rocker in the band." I didn't really say glam rocker on purpose, I just wanted to see their reaction. "Oh no, he's not a glam rocker," said Sean's mother. "Don't call him that. What are you, Sean?" "I dunno. Heavy metal," Sean mumbled. "He's a heavy metal guy," she told me. Moral: some moms are cool. ~~~ Tubas, for some reason, tend to be kind of slow. And sleepy. Ben, otherwise known as "Chuck" (or is it "Chester?") is no exception. I think Silvano, the section leader, is the only one that's kind of aware. "What song is this?" Ben asked James, alumni-turned-marching-instructor. You can't really see James's expression because he's always wearing sunglasses, but I knew he had to be giving Ben an incredulous look. Mr. Edo has said ten million times that "The Red Pony" is the opener. "The Red Pony," James replied. "Because it's, you know, the opener. So we learn the opener first. We don't go backwards." "Oh," said Ben. Then, "Which one's Red Pony?" Moral: don't be stupid. ~~~ I would have more entertaining Tales from Band Camp, but all the really amusing people have graduated or dropped out. If people like these stories, maybe I'll tell some more infamous ones, such as "Julio Gets Another Soda" or "Trent is Oblivious." Boy am I in pain. And not-normal pain, apparently. I used to think it was fairly normal that I'd get up in the morning and not be able to walk because the soles of my feet would be incapable of supporting me. It's not; it's because I have flat feet. I need prosthetic arches or something. I walked to lunch by myself today, because nobody was around. I didn't mind. I was feeling kind of out of it. The sky was the same color as the sidewalk. There was a truck stopped in the middle of the left turn lane with nobody in the cab. Everything felt just a little bit unreal, and I put my hand out to the chain-link fence surrounding the baseball diamond just for something solid to touch. In my head, I thought I could see the demon country, and Stanos fighting in the war. |
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