~wtf?!~

First of all, this isn't my fault.

Really it's not.

Basically, despite my inherent laziness, I have been bullied by an assortment of people into creating a weblog, of sorts. This will probably turn out to be a decidedly uninteresting collage of personal journal, creative ramblings, and fic discussions. An archive of my fanfiction and art can be found here. Leave me a note on my message board if you feel so inclined. I can also be emailed at acalliope@aol.com. And remember . . .

ph33r th3 fruitbat!


archives: 1 - 2


~stats~

names: Kit Spooner, Kit the Twit, Twit-sama, the Fruitbat, acalliope
real name: Joanna Kathleen Spooner
Age: Do the math, retard.
Status: Cheerfully single college student
Birthday: February 17, 1980
@desc: Middling-tall, middling-slim, middling-grey-green-blue eyes, freckled ivory complexion, and long goldy-red hair. Actually, it sounds better than it looks. Mebbe I'll post a pic sometime to discourage would-be stalkers.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, sleeping. Specifically, reading anything in print, writing both original and fanfiction, and sleeping through classes. I'm also a bit of an anime and manga fangirl. And I'm a nature buff. And an artist.
Favorite Foods: Brown sugar. Smarties. Sushi. Pixi Stix! Yeeeaaargh!

Sign: Aquarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Ook! Ook!)


~places to go~

fanfiction.net
CCSFWML
serendip: jae (fic blog here)
bishounen diaries
pensieve: meg (fic blog here)
absinthe: sakura (fic blog here)
lime rain: tin (fic blog here)
colloquial: silverlight (fic blog here)
chunky monkeys: silverlight and killiko jun and Phallus!Eriol
rigmarole: belle (fic blog here)
skywater: sophie
lucid dreaming: wen


~very important questions~
(and some rather less important answers)

- IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Deep, deep purple. The kind of purple that sucks in the light and spits it back all twisted and fractured. Mmmm . . .
- ARE YOU A MAC OR IBM USER? Well, PC. Not exactly an ‘IBM'. It's spiffy. Macs suck. They're for wussy pansies who can't operate a computer unless it comes in designer colors.
- ARE YOU A LEFTY, RIGHTY, OR AMBIDEXTROUS? Lefty! Got a problem with that? If so, then let's take it outside . . .
- WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? My computer and the desk is sits upon in all its grungy, irascible glory.
- WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SODA? Grape! No, ginger ale! No, grape! Ginger ale! Grape!
- HOW MANY ROOMS IN YOUR HOUSE? Right now, I'm in a dorm, so I've got one room. Yep, one. And I have to share it with a fellow sociopath. Jolly fun for all.
- FAVORITE SMELLS: Freshly washed hair. Sage and rosemary, seperately, though. Old books. New books. Libraries.
- DO YOU SLEEP ON YOUR STOMACH, SIDE OR BACK? All of the above. Mostly back and sides. But sometimes I sleep curled up on my stomach like a cat.


~the fruitbat's beloveds/alteregos~

CCS: Tomoyo
HP: Ickle Ronniekins and fandom!Draco
RK: Sanosuke and Megumi
FFVIII: Quistis Trepe
Bebop: Faye Valentine
Escaflowne: Folken
Weiss: Yohji-kun! Wai!
Digimon: (is) Yamato, (wants) Koushirou, Dai and Ken

booyaka!
Saturday, March 23, 2002 -- 05:22 p.m.

The Yachting Club's Bonfire last night was a roaring success, mostly due to the fabulous planning job that the officers did. And, horrifically/fabulously enough, I was elected co-secretary (with my darling Taleisha) for the Club next year. I should probably thank the people who voted for me, but I'm still in a minor state of shock. ^_^;;

But aside from the election and the ritual sacrifice of our Pikachu-Goat, there was lots of fun stuff to do. We had a quick round of DDO (Dance Dance Occultism) and boffer battles to determine the Champion of the Club. Rachel won, which pleased me immensely and made me feel better about losing to her in the first round. Hooray Women Gamers! Woo!

To top the evening off, I completely bashed up my legs playing Wink, which is apparently a cross between Spin-the-Bottle and Pro-Wrestling. I was, of course, quite good at it. (It pays to be completely and utterly without scruples sometimes.) Wink seems to be the geek-approved method of public groping and random violence. Funfunfun!

Oh, and I just finished watching episode 22 of X and I'm really pissed off. Everyone's dying! I mean, it's expected, but it's all so fucking sudden. And is Arashi evil or something now? She killed Kusanagi dammit! Argh! *putters off in search of more X*

important information
Thursday, March 21, 2002 -- 09:49 p.m.

I need to start reading Wen's blog now. She has the most beautiful layout I've ever seen. And I'm serious about this. *worships* And she's even written a few entries about Blade of the Immortal, which I adore, though I'm not terribly up to date. I currently have no money with which to purchase manga. But! My mommy has decided to send me some food money, some of which may accidentally end up going towards my anime/manga habit . . .

I think I need to get more Furuba, kids. I have through episode 21, but I haven't seen Kyou get his pants ripped. And believe me, I'd notice that. I just lurve those pants. Particularly in combo with the black t-shirt. So nummy! (Yes, I have a thing for redheads. I can't help it!)

I just finished watching the Karen episode of X, though. *sigh* I really like Karen. She wanders around in lingerie yet managed not to be at all sleazy. Now that's something I can respect. And I think her love for Aoki is sad and sweet and appropriately angsty for the X-setting. Karen's definitely right about one thing, though: All the good ones are either gay or taken. ^_^;;;

But the important news I have relates to a popular political figure.

Tonight, Ralph Nader is at my school, speaking on something or other. I'm not a particular fan of Nader, so I know nothing about the specifics. But what's interesting is that I heard that a student was going about his business at a urinal, looked up, and realized he was right next to Nader, who was also doing his business. But the truly shocking news is as follows:

NADER DIDN'T WASH HIS HANDS AFTERWARDS!!!

Thank you for listening. This public service announcement is now over. Kit, out.

more bed of nails
Thursday, March 21, 2002 -- 04:55 p.m.

I posted the next chapter of 'Bed of Nails' over at ff.n for everyone's perusal. It's not as good as the other chapters, but it has a few good moments. I'm beginning to run out of steam on this. I hope Izzy will choose to behave himself better in upcoming chapters.

I got to see Cinderella the musical over winter break and I thought that the saddest song was the Stepsisters' Lament. Does this make me a big, weird freak? Does it make me an ugly stepsister?

Why would a fellow want a girl like her?
A frail and fluffy beauty?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A solid girl like me?!

She's a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm!

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her?
So obviously unusual?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A usual girl like me?!

Her face is exquisite I suppose,
But no more exquisite than a rose is.
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer that a doe's is.

Her neck is no longer than a swan's
She's only as dainty as a daisy
She's only as graceful as a bird...
So why is the fellow going crazy?

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who's merely me?!

She's a frothy little bubble
With a frilly sort of air
And with very little trouble
I could pull out all her hair!! Ha ha ha ha!

Why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who's merely me?

What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?!

chatter
Tuesday, March 19, 2002 -- 08:44 p.m.

Yes, I think I'm definitely going to do the Rikku costume for my conventions this summer. I've checked around and it looks like I'll be able to get pleather for her shirt for about $5 per yard. And the shorts shouldn't be too difficult. Everything else is pretty much random accessories. I'll still do the Lulu costume for 2003, probably. I just don't have the money right now.

Onto the socializing.

Whee! Furry liked my story! Whee! *beams proudly*

I feel your pain, dear. About the weather, that is. I'm from northern Virginia, which has some of the most boring weather anywhere. Then I began college up at Cornell, in dark Ithaca, NY. Apparently, due to lake effect and other bullshit that the weatherpeople come up with, it is scientifically impossible to ever accurately predict the weather more than six hours ahead of time. It might be 60 degrees one day, and then it might snow the next morning. And the weather people were never right, so we stopped listening. XD

And then I come to the latest 'Fancy' snippet. *beams rapturously* By the way, I adore the visual of Eriol groping Tomoyo's slightly bruised nose. Priceless. Should I even mention that I adore this? What do I need to bribe you with, Jae?

*cackles* Am I right in assuming that you had fun in Seattle, despite assorted anime/manga/music overdoses? Here's hoping your inevitable period of withdrawl goes smoothly. *evile fanged niko* Oh, and as for The Mindfucking Bastard . . . I'm agreeing with your estimation of him and I'd like to point out Exhibit A to help illustrate another reason why I always seem to get drawn to the Mindfucking Bastard Types.

Sakura: Hehee. Looks like you've been about as productive as I've been. Actually, I wrote a few paragraphs for 'Adame and Eve,' but that's it. Aside from 'A Piece of Sky,' of course. Gah. Need to focus.

Evaaaaaa! Let us band together to pester Jae into writing (or at least planning) her Howl/CCS crossover/fusion! *dances madly* (And yes, the Chunky Monkeys template has definitely gone quite wonky. I was meanining to mention that.)

Ah, so someone is faintly curious about my Boston adventure? Well, it was mostly uneventful, though I was generally horrified by the prices of things. I'm from the DC area, so I can deal perfectly fine with cities, but Boston was a little pricey for even my experience. Oh, and Becca and I saw some guy in a gutter! I don't think he was dead (because he was gone in the morning and there wasn't any police tape) but he sure as hell wasn't moving. Being the timid little college girls that we pretend to be, we gingerly stepped around the body and scampered off to our crashspace. Boston's Theatre District was interesting. It seems to be plopped down in the middle of Chinatown. So at night there are theatregoers wandering around in formalwear, right past the drug dealers who are openly making sales. I was highly amused/disturbed.

Sophie: Yay! Pretty pictures! Aside from frothing madly in impatience for ExT on ruins and Juri-Ruka, I adore what you've got so far. I'll agree with my sister in saying that the picture of you looks like you. It's got to be the hair. You have very distinctive anime hair, dear. Amazing Magical Girl Ruby Moon! is spiffy. And neither bad nor weird-bad. It's weird-good. They aren't the colors I would have chosen, but then, I'm notoriously bad at choosing colors for anything. So don't listen to me. I think it looks spiffy anyway. Juri in the dress is begging for some color, something soft and almost watercolory. But she's gorgeous, as usual. Oh, and I think Ki-chan sorta looks like Ki-chan. Not that I see her terribly often. (What, once or twice a year? ^_^;;)

Ooooh! And since it looks like Furuba 20 is done downloading, I'm off. Laters.

rikku
Tuesday, March 19, 2002 -- 10:43 a.m.

Back from Boston, and back at school. And I have no money left. Boston was lots and lots of fun, but it completely drained my funds. Between tolls, the train, the T, an evening watching modern dance, a brief trip to The Art Store, and lots and lots of eating out, I am in a lot of trouble. At least I got some good Italian and some damn fine sushi out of the deal. *cries* And now I'm back at school with nothing to eat but Caf food and no money to buy food with.

And speaking of money drain, I think I'm going to shift my costuming plans somewhat. I don't think I'm going to have enough money this year to pull off the Lulu costume and still be able to go to the requisite conventions. So I'm going to try and produce a Rikku costume instead. If nothing else, I already look like her (just lots taller and a lot less perky) and her costume is much, much simpler and more comfortable. I could probably even DDR in it. *wiggles*

Social blogging later. Gots stuff to do and class to attend.

boston
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 -- 12:46 p.m.

I have won a great and terrible victory!

Becca and I actually managed to plan this trip to Boston and we're going to be leaving as soon as she drags herself over to my house to pick me up. Woo! This is so exciting. Usually we need someone else (ie Lisa) to do the actual organizing for us since put together we are the ADD Queens of Chaos and planning is a completely foreign concept. But we're going. I ought to be back sometime on Saturday, unless we get mowed down by crazed drivers in Boston. *fears*

Of course, I'm supposed to be returning by train and have yet to actually procure a ticket, but these details are unimportant.

On the subject of Howl's-Moving-Castle-the-Anime, I think I heard someone mention that. Jae, probably. Miyazaki is the animation god, so if it actually goes through it ought to be ridiculously well done. Hmm, and I think Jae was the one who found the Japanese Howl's fanart out there. I'll have to go hunting again sometime.

And yes, Strings of Fate is wonderful. I've been an addict for over a year now and it shows no signs of letting up. There's even a Yahoo!Group for all the mad fangirlsboys out there. I'm in the process of trying to whip up some enthusiasm for a SoF radioplay. It's going . . . slowly . . .

a piece of sky
Tuesday, March 12, 2002 -- 06:42 p.m.

*pats* I feel your pain. Unfortunately, if I were to post an 18-fuck rant about a certain someone, it would undoubtably get back to her (since I know there are some people at school who read this and who might rat on me -- the bastards!). Bah. Anyway, I hope the venting helped. I've been reduced to venting on the safety of my harddrive. *gnashes teeth*

Oh, and it looks like Sakura is still in the world of the living, in the most basic of biological ways. May the world rejoice! *dances* Here's hoping Thesis and such don't completely flatten her like so much silly putty under a steam roller.

Now's the point in this entry where I kowtow to Jae for gushing so intelligently about Howl's Moving Castle. 'Cause I finished reading it last night and I think I'm going to aspire to write children's fantasy. Diana Wynne Jones is my new hero. Marvel at the characterization! Gape at the originality! *worships*

Speaking of mentally disturbed felines. I'm currently battling with Icarus, my sister's cat. He is determined to remain on my lap as I type. And if I try to move him, he just comes back. Or he tries to lie down on the keyboard. He's currently small enough to fit on my lap (unlike my big boy Orpheus, the sloth kitty) but he keeps falling asleep and dream-twitching madly. This cat is messed up, but not because of his twitching. Icarus is really a puppy disguised as a half-grown cat. He does a really shitty job of keeping himself clean. Any self-respecting cat spends at least three hours a day in grooming. I have yet to see Icarus clean himself, except briefly after getting sprayed with sinkwater for jumping up on the counter and trying to eat my ramen. Grr. I mean, this cat plays fetch, for heaven's sake. And he's better at it than most labs are! *shakes head* Trust my sister to come home with a dog instead of a cat. Now the family has Icarus (the puppy-kitty), Orpheus (with all the staggering intellect of a boulder), and Calliope (who is still crazier than ever in her pursuit of imaginary demonic rats that she chases around the house at night).

Soooophie-chan! That's right, you live up here too. Visiting would be keen as long as Boston doesn't interfere. Ah, the ill-planned trip to Boston! *bangs head on desk* Anyway, feel free to appear . . . or not. >_<<

And last night, after finishing up Howl's Moving Castle I had a bit of an Annie Dillard-induced epiphany and I wrote a story. And finished a story. Non-fanfic. Totally original. I'm torn between pride and utter embarrassment at the result. My writing is definitely sub-par, in the usual overly-simplistic way. And my metaphysical psychobabble is decidedly lackluster. Oh, just go read it peoples.

*wanders aimlessly off in search of more funky-cup-ramen to go with the strawberry Pocky*

for the time being
Sunday, March 10, 2002 -- 09:53 p.m.

I made the mistake of bringing Annie Dillard's For the Time Being home with me for Spring Break. I adore Annie Dillard. So I was reading it while on the plane and sobbing like a baby while trying to avoid the baffled stares of my flight-mates. Her writing is so simple and so profound and both depressing and uplifting, all at the same time. And I have no excuse for all my weeping while reading this book. I've read it at least four or five times before.

I think I may need to start researching the teachings of ancient rabbis. There's some really beautiful philosophical discussions that Dillard brushes upon. And of course, it's all linked. From catalogues of clouds to French paleontologists to a modern obstetrical ward. Speaking of the obstetrical ward . . .

"There might well be a rough angel guarding this ward, or a dragon, or an upwelling current that dashes boats on rocks. There might well be an old stone cairn in the hall by the elevators, or a well, or a ruined shrine wall where people still hear bells. Should we not remove our shoes, drink potions, take baths? For this is surely the wildest deep-sea vent on earth: This is where the people come out."

*melancholy sigh* I think I'm going to be prompted to return to some of my own personal philosophical and metaphysical writings. I have no organized religion other than the seeking of the numinous, the ineffable, everywhere I go . . .

homeward bound
Friday, March 8, 2002 -- 11:29 p.m.

Going home for Spring Break tomorrow. I should be occasionally checking email and bloggage and stuff, but it's not guaranteed. Computer use at home is at a premium. Plus its modem and it's so slow that it makes me get all twitchy and explosive while awaiting loading of pages. Grr.

I have, however, decided that I'm going to try and cut down on aimless internet rambles. It would really be a good thing for me to pass my classes this semester after the Nightmare That Was The Fall. Getting distracted by scary plushie bitch poodles is not on the schedule. I'll have to limit my internet use to email, minor bloggage, periodic webcomics, and such. I've already cut my AIM use to almost nothing, so I'm at least heading in the right direction. And as for ficcing . . . well, it'll probably still happen, but at my usual, completely random rate of production.

On a completely different note, I'm really hoping I'll be able to pull off going to Animazement. I'm determined to go but I may need to find employment once more to afford it. Or maybe I'll just sleep on the sidewalk for the con. Or crash in the consuite? That sounds like lots and lots of fun. >_<<

In the meanwhile, I'm being terribly amused by Mimi in 'Bed of Nails.' Sora's been a bitch to write, but Mimi's taking on a life of her own. I'll probably be prodded into writing a Jyoumi fic at some point, just because I'm a complete and utter sop and I have no spine. My BoN Mimi's been reading Jyou's email and is in the process of bestowing her tremendous wisdom upon Miyako while Sora rolls her eyes and snarfs down a strawberry parfait in the background. Why is it that the flakes are so exquisitely amusing to write? Funfun.

In 'Adam and Eve' news, Eriol is being an uncooperative little prick. He and Tomoyo are supposed to be getting into a spectacularly nasty row about who's taking advantage of who here. Instead he's cursing stupidly at the rainclouds and then leering at Unconscious Tomoyo. Who is snoring because she is once again drunk off her ass.

Eriol: *leers cheerfully*
Kit: *sobs* Obey my authori-tay, little man!
Eriol: But I'm busy angsting and looking pretty. *sparkles and returns to leering*
Kit: Why don't you just go back to being the unrepentant little druggie you were written as in After the Fall?
Eriol: I rather prefer this. Besides, isn't Daidouji-san adorable with that little snot-bubble at her nostril? *leers*
Tomoyo: *snores*

her majesty
Friday, March 8, 2002 -- 05:58 a.m.

Yes, I just got back from gaming tonight.

Yes, I am an official Geek-Queen.

ph34r m3333333!

[Mental Note: Remember to come up with t-shirt design for Yachting Club over Spring break. Oh, and a design for the Gamergirls too.]

*yawns* *collapses into bed*

hbi
Thursday, March 7, 2002 -- 01:05 p.m.

Someone should buy me this plushie. It comes complete with heart-shaped hole through its chest. I could use it to hold pencils or throwing knives. Teehee.

eltingville geeks
Tuesday, March 5, 2002 -- 03:09 p.m.

First of all. Ahem. You are on crack, dear. *cackles madly at Hecate*

But you've made some good comments on the Kaho/Eriol relationship. Despite having made my name in the fic world (so to speak) for my ExT ficcage, I'm a Kaho fan. I think she's way cool. If there's anyone in all of CCS who is anything like myself, it's Kaho. I wish there were more stories about Kaho out there for me to read. As I think I recently heard someone mention, undeveloped characters like Kaho just scream for ficcage. I simply adore fics that take minor characters and give them new depth and vitality. (Of course, sincy my brain is currently simmering from working on my Orn field notebook, I can't remember any specific examples here.)

Killikooooooo? I'm going to have to agree with Circee on her estimation of Potty!Eriol. Now all you need is a stubby little Ruby Moon in the background in a froofy, lacy dress and hair in pigtails. ChibiNakuru! *fufufu* But I really do feel your pain about your computer issues. My actual computer is perfectly functional, aside from a few massive brain farts and temper tantrums, but my college's network blows and has very strict bandwidth limitations. So I can get about one, maybe two, episodes of stuff online per day. I'm so torn between getting eps of Furuba, X, and Noir. *cries* And then when I exceeded bandwidth last week, they turned my port off for FOUR DAYS!! It was so traumatic.

Yes, I can imagine that running the end of Bebop over and over in my head for a while would definitely cut down on happy thoughts and up the melancholia level, Belle. I wish I had something to bribe you into a happy mood with but I'm all out of tricks at the moment. (And yes, I liked Legally Blonde. I like Reese Whitherspoon, despite her status as a Famous Young Starlet. I think she's one of the few who can actually act. Sometimes. And she's got a cute, dimply face.) *pauses* You and Sakura have something planned for the ML? *waggles eyebrows then dies of curiosity*

Oh! Almost forgot. Who out there saw Adult Swim on Sunday night? Anyone see that show that was called something like, 'Welcome to Eltingville?' *dies laughing* It was a little half-hour about four geek boys who were essentially a condensed version of my Yachting Club. It was unbelievably funny. They even asked a Digimon question during the 'trivia-off' for rights to the Never-Removed-From-Box Boba Fett doll. ('Which Digimon Digivolves into Ikkakumon?' 'Gommamon') It was a riot. I'm going to tape it on Thursday (when it have BETTER re-run) and force my Yachting Club friends to watch it.

*grins madly* Well, at least I'm not foisting my fanfiction on them. Yet. >___<

dead gannet jokes
Monday, March 4, 2002 -- 08:27 p.m.

Back from the coast intact and not deathly ill. *dances*

We found a dead Northern Gannet on the beach. It was great. We brought it home with us in the van. Fortunately, it had been stored in the freezer for most of our stay at the Whalebone Motel, and the seven hour trip home wasn't long enough for it to thaw and stink. (Much) This was good because I later found out that the trashbag I was periodically kicking during the drive home was the one that contained the frozen gannet. I'm glad it was a hefty trash bag 'cause I kicked it a lot.

Next time we have a rainy lab day, we're going to learn about taxidermy and watch Lynn stuff the gannet. If we're lucky, she'll get us other birds that we can practice our mad taxidermy skillz on. Funfun.

So anyway, it was a fun trip aside from the copious amounts of squinting into binocs and spotting scopes. I think my eyeballs are just going to give up and fall out soon. Maybe I need glasses? Nothing's really blurry, but my eyes just hurt all the time. I hope that doesn't mean I have a brain tumor or anything nasty like that. A brain tumor would really put a cramp in my style, particularly in conjunction with the last vestiges of my Evil Moravian Death Flue.

*pause* Infrared condoms?! *ponders* What a fascinating proposition . . .

rain / rain / stay away!
Friday, March 1, 2002 -- 01:08 p.m.

song: Cantar per me

Welp, my computer port has been turned off once again for downloading too much crap and 'using more than my fair share of bandwidth.' *grumbles* Fucking network limitations. So I'll probably be blogging less than usual for a while, due to the fact that I can't get online in my room. I'm currently in a computer lab with a non-ergonomic keyboard and my hands are squealing complaints already. Geez, I am such a whiner.

Anyway, the non-functional port issue isn't as troubling as it could be since I'm going to be gone all weekend. My Ornithology class is taking a field trip to the Outer Banks for birding and such. It will be fun, fun stuff. I'm really looking forward to it. We're leaving in a few minutes. And since I won't be back from the beach until Sunday night and my port will be turned back on Monday morning, I probably won't have to angst and wail too much about the unfairness of our INCREDIBY SHITTY AND INADEQUATE NETWORK CAPABILITIES here at school. *hopes no one from IT&S reads her blog*

Sakura: Yes, 'Coppelia no Hitsugi' is from the first Noir OST. It's fabulous. I love it to pieces and have been singing it in the shower, much to the consternation of the other girls on the floor. No, I don't know the words. But I do know the words to 'Cantar per me', which I also sing in the shower. It's not by Ali Project and I don't remember who sings it. *shrugs* Oh, and I too will be one of the little old spinsters far into the future, except I'll have dozens of cats. I'll sit on my porch and screech obscenities at neighborhood kids, like, "Stay away from my fucking peonies, you little shits!" and then I'll throw rocks. But on Halloween I'll give out king-size candy bars for those brats brave enough to ring my doorbell.

Oh, and on the art supply issue: I don't so much mind about the messiness of charcoal and pastels on my person. I'm a lefty, so I'm used to getting grime all over my writing hand. What bothers me about smear-y media is that they not only smear all over me, but they smear all over whatever I'm drawing. I cannot draw cleanly, and believe me I've tried! And I depend on my erasers. I live by them. And neither pastel nor charcoal respond to erasers terribly well. I'm just a slob.

Curse you! I want my damn port turned back on so I can get episode 19! *grumbles* But anyway, if you're working on school stuff, I suppose that means you got un-suspended. *sighs* You're my new hero, Eva. I always wanted to get suspended, but I was too winsome. And my momma always made sure I had my shots.

Hey! Belle's a White Dragon too! *sparkles madly* (Mebbe that means we've both got the hermit-tendencies?)

Sophie: No, I haven't gotten enough Noir yet to meet Altena and Chloe, but I've heard from other people that they're Very Cool. So whenever my damn port gets turned on and once I've gotten my Furuba and XTV fixes, I'll get more Noir. And I looked at the sketches you did of Meg . . . *boggles* I'm torn between laughter, horror and awe. *makes mental note to dress sister up at Sakura* Oh, and your Ginny picture is loverly too. *sparkles*

And now, off to the beach. Woo!

noir
Tuesday, February 26, 2002 -- 07:34 p.m.

np: Coppelia no Hitsugi by ALI PROJECT

Since my roommate and I are both being lazy bums tonight, we're pooling our resources and renting a video. 'Legally Blonde,' probably. But what I really wanted to note was that I finally got around to watching the first few episodes of Noir. And I liked it.

I could rant about the fact that there is no plot, and that the whole mysterious-assassin thing has been done to death, but the music made up for the shortcomings of the show. It's got great voices, though the character designs are nothing special. They've got the typical AIC look to 'em (ie Bubblegum Crisis 2040). But I can deal. The body movements are pretty good, though. Kilika does some nifty tumbling when killing people. She looks like some sort of demented mix of Akane Tendo, Key the Metal Idol, and Lain. *shivers* And Mireille seems able to carry out her assassination missions in high heels and a miniskirt most of the time. Hooray for fanservice!

Now back to my somen and my TV.

strings of fate
Tuesday, February 26, 2002 -- 09:32 a.m.

Want to read my favorite webcomic? Go here. Now.

Moving along, after lurking silently on the Strings of Fate ML for weeks, my attention was grabbed by a minor thread about turning SoF into a radioplay. Now usually, I stay far, far away from such things. I've got enough crap on my plate. But this time, my interest was piqued and I think I may try to spearhead an actual radioplay attempt. Or at least I'll try to write the script. It would be sooooo nifty if we could get it to work. *happy sigh*

(And Jen draws the most amazingly sexy men in her lovely hybrid style and oh, Kuang Hu is sooooo frickin' hott! *gushes*)

why can't daisy just bugger off?!
Monday, February 25, 2002 -- 09:16 p.m.

Okay, it's bad enough to get some crappy J-pop (or even worse, Hindi-pop) song stuck in my head. What's completely and utterly frustrating is getting a truly moronic classic stuck on repeat for eight hours.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do / I'm half crazy all for the love of you / etc . . .

Unfortunately, banging my head against my desk doesn't seem to be working. Ally McBeal isn't helping either.

And Daisy is currently accompanied by visions of future site layouts. I'm contemplating trying for the slutty-angel look, complete with bedraggled-bondage-winged-boy. Or perhaps I'll just stick with compiling the doodles of little nekkid boys that I've been decorating my class notes with. *sings* They're so cuuuute!

And while many of you other bloggers out there are on the subject of love, I might as well add my two cents, such as they are. I believe in romantic love. (Gee, doesn't that sound cheesy?) I think it's rare and fleeting. I, personally, have never even come close to romantic love. Familial and platonic love abound and give my metaphorical heart plenty of exercise. But if someone were ever to tell me that they loved me, in a romantic sort of way, I'd probably stare, blink, then run away very, very fast, screaming at the top of my lungs.

Fear of commitment? Nah.

Anyway, my general technique to deal with romantic entanglements is to play stoopid. I'm remarkably good at it. And people actually believe me too. For such an intellectually bright person, I can be brilliantly dense, when the situation requires it. Anyway, I prefer to be on the sidelines in Relationships. I'm always the Good Friend who gives Bad Advice and then snickers loudly when things go to pot. Then I help pick up the pieces.

Hey, if nothing else, it keeps my emotional well-being fairly stable. And Marriage is completely out of the question. I scoff at matrimony. I'm planning on being the crazy spinster aunt who will spoil my little sister's future demonspawn. That means my sister needs to procreate at some point in the distant future, of course. (That means you, Meagan-brat)

In summary (before I scamper back to do work), Men Suck.

So Do Women.

'Nuff Said.

(Goodness, I hope that didn't come out sounding bitter or anything . . .)

in memorium
Monday, February 25, 2002 -- 09:22 a.m.

For those who don't know yet, the world of animation lost a truly great pioneer on Friday. Chuck Jones, the Grand Master of Loony Toons, was the creator of so many beloved characters that it would be silly to try and name them. But still. We'll miss you, Chuck.

Th-th-that's all folks.

zel does hamlet
Sunday, February 24, 2002 -- 11:29 p.m.

Oh, and for anyone who has yet to enjoy Amethyst Angel's genius, go check this out . . . Bwahaha!

boogabooga
Sunday, February 24, 2002 -- 10:16 p.m.

Grah. It's time for Adult Swim. And my eyeballs are already overtaxed. I think I must have mutant eyeballs or something. I have excellent vision (the only one in my immediate family with 20/20) but my eyes get really tired easily. When I've been working on the computer for a while or watching a TV screen, my eyes begin to ache. And oh, are they aching now! And I want to keep watching Adult Swim and then I have to work on a paper! Pain! Agony! Angst!

Well, here's hoping for a good Sealab 2021 episode.

Anyway, happy birthday, Megs. And lots of luck amusing yourself while in the med-adjustment stage. I think I've been continuously stuck in that period for the past three years. -_-

Oh, and Tin? Have I mentioned how much I agree with your views on Digimon-Ken? Hell, I think all those kids are practically oozing sex appeal. And that's positively disturbing. But while Ken is the unopposed top-bishounen of the lot, I'd still rather have my own personal Daisuke. But if I could somehow get a 2-for-1 special, I'd like a Ken AND a Dai, 'cause then I'd dress them up and giggle madly over their adorableness. Rawr.

b&b
Saturday, February 23, 2002 -- 02:18 p.m.

I've been looking back through the miscellaneous crap that I've written since attaining this computer and ohboy, is there a lot of crap! And just to prove that I don't just write fanfiction, I'll share the prep work for a 'Beauty and the Beast' adaptation I worked on for a while. I love fairy tales and have adaptations written/planned for several. And B&B is one of my favorite fairy tales. Anyway. Here's a summary:

la la la la la la laaaaa . . . la!
Friday, February 22, 2002 -- 01:17 p.m.

Eva, dahlink, you are sooooo right about Furuba 18. *boggles* I love how they intersperse serious episodes like 17 with stuff like 18. *koffpurecrackkoff* And I'm agreeing with you that Hana-chan is Goth!Tomoyo.

Hana-chan: I am not Goth!Anything. *cracklepops*
Tomoyo: *sparkles* Oneesama!
Eriol: *leers speculatively*
Hatoko: 'Touchan's not supposed to leer at Hana-chan-obaasama! Bad 'Touchan!

That damn family is growing by the day. I think I need to draw the whole lot of them before Tomoyo threatens to knit me a ball gag again . . .