I am:
inky
a yaoi fan
an exegete
(one who practices exegesis)
29 (Nov. 22nd)

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addictions:
Cid and Vincent:
Admirers of Cid and Vincent webring
VincentXCid ML
Initial D:


inky's archives

fellow addicts:
claire
cys
hase
kristi
mizu
sami
the project D rpg bloggers

other blogs:
juunigou
Angry Babble
basic black
in the Tradition of Lunatics

diversions:
Llamapaedia
Mr. Incoherent
OddGoogle
Disturbing Search Requests

recommended reading:
review sites:
Slap to the Head: fanfic reviews
Mrs. Giggles: romance novel reviews without pity

books about writing:
Characters and Viewpoint
by Orson Scott Card
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers
by Renni Browne and Dave King
Telling Lies for Fun and Profit
by Lawrence Block

fic sites that I return to:
Initial D fics:
Cys' Mad Scribbles
flash you back
Mizu no Ryu's Asylum
Power of the Sun

WK AU:
The Color of Joy

misc. fanfics:
bishonenink
Pure Yaoi

original fics:
Chrysanthemum Vows
Saturday Lovers
The Node

feeling like a moron
Man... >.<

I'm used to knowing that Netscape will make anything I do uglier, but I had no idea that the blog was not even visible in Netscape >.<

Well, it's visible now, but I'm not sure how long it's been just blank gray. >.> I think I'll go hide now.

~inky 12:24 p.m., Tuesday, January 15, 2002

random answers
hase, the boss bought the chocolate-covered caramel corn from the Boy Scouts. The next time I see them around pushing popcorn, I will have to get you some.

"orange: it goes both ways"

sami, I am still working on an answer for you. I know it's not important, but it bugs me that I know I took a class 4 years ago that should have given me the answer.

"Cyssypon, I choose you!" ^_~

~inky 08:21 a.m., Tuesday, January 15, 2002

fanart!
I finally got 5 pieces of Redemption fanart that I received from Myew in October scanned and up on the site. They look great. If I knew I could receive fanart like this every couple days... man, I'd be trying to write like mad... ^__^

~inky 08:27 p.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

brrr
(pitas seems to be working great again, yay!)

Someone in Alberta is searching for a hot crotch. From now on, whenever I feel cold, I will think of you and not complain.

~inky 05:32 p.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

woo hoo!
*looks around*

Okay, whoever is looking for "women butt," get a little more creative.

But Ryousuke and I are rather pleased that I came in first for a search for sweaters fetish. Sorry, I couldn't help you more there, O Anonymous Searcher, but my sweater fetish is very, very narrow, it's just about one particular person in a sweater. Good luck in your searching though. ^_~

~inky 01:48 p.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

caution: long ramble ahead
Fu...

I couldn't sleep when I finally went to bed after getting the new layout up. My brain was stuck in long-winded blog mode. (Yes, sami, I think way too much.) It was all very insightful during that hour and a half meant for sleep, but now I am not sure how I was making those connections. So I'll just be incoherent instead.

Mizu, have I told you that I love you for saying my character voices were "fuckable"? *^_^* I loved that e-mail, thank you, I meant to keep it to cheer me up at times, but I seem to have accidentally deleted it.

Demon, I thought I had blogged more about Colin Firth... I guess I had meant to blog more about him and then got distracted. I said that he reminds me of my college advisor. What I left out was the crush I had on my advisor. He was Les, the religion prof, and at the time, my roommate and I considered him to be a dark-haired Niles Crane (I can't remember that actor's name right now). We watched Fraiser somewhat religiously back then, and we both loved Niles... I don't know, maybe that's some sort of geek fetish.

I wouldn't say that my advisor was all that good looking, but somehow, he was still so attractive. >.> In my case, I have got to say that there is little in this world that I find as sexy as a man whose intelligence I respect thinking I'm brilliant.

(Cys, don't worry--Kyo, shirtless and tattooed, is one of the things that is even sexier.)

Yes, another silly girl with crushes on professors. Who knows if I would have ended up with this degree I have today, if he had looked just a little less like Niles...

In my defense, the first time I ever got to take part of the Bible and treat it just like any other text waiting for dissection, I knew I was pretty much hooked. A lot of people believe that I went into theology because my mother is a minister--and that definitely plays a part--but I think a lot came from the thrill of being able to be a bit subversive with something that I was a bit sick of hearing about from my mother.

I probably shouldn't have ended up in seminary, but I did get another professor that had a bit of that Colin Firth look, and man--had he not left before my last year of school here, or if I had been sensible enough to transfer to the school he transferred to (he did ask me to)--hell, I'd be in NYC right now and I'd be almost finished with my doctorate. Instead, I'm here, not using my degree.

*shrugs* In some ways I can deal with that.

It is a bit ironic that the only thing I seem to be doing with my degree is writing an angel yaoi fic. >.> For all I owe the bank for this degree... it better be one hell of a fic.

Which brings me to the point of wondering why I write. A couple of you know that I've been pondering that lately. I keep looking at ff.net and feeling like writing any fanfic is an utter waste of time. The only reason I can come up with is related to how I felt about those two professors. They were attractive men, but the rush was from them being intelligent men who thought I was bright, creative, and unique.

I guess I am a hO for that feeling... there are several of you that I've become friends with and I love your writing and wish there were more of your fics around, so I write to entertain you in thanks... and also because it's a rush to know that you guys enjoy it.

I guess that doesn't really make me any different from all those fangirls that make me wince... I am just a little more discerning about whose praise is valuable. ^^;;

Now I have to dig up a link to a comment I saw on someone else's blog last night... this will take a while, I was pretty fuzzy headed by then...

Ah... found it... it was juunigou's blog at the end of her entry for Saturday the 12th. (The other person in my head keeps discovering new ppl whose blogs I should read. ^^) She was sharing something from Vonnegut's Creative Writing 101--the one that really struck me as something I needed to remember was "Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia."

So which one of ya am I gonna to choose? ^_~

(The test sami showed me last night said my resolution for this year should be to seduce more people. >.> If I'm going to do that, my writing is the only way.)

~inky 12:28 p.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

*is pounced upon*
Sparky let me sleep for three hours before the pouncing began. Quick pounce and then ZOOM! outta there. The pounces were at five minute intervals, but after the second one, I sat up and decided enough was enough. He rushed back into the room, pounced where my head had just been and seemed a little confused. He stuck around, so I pet him, and in the dark it was pretty cool to see all those little static electricity sparks. Sparky was sparky. *smirks* I wonder if dashing about the carpeted apartment causes too much static electricity to build up and short circuit his little kitty brain prompting him to such strange pouncing behavior. Yeah, whatever...

I decided that three hours of sleep was enough and it was time to return to my apartment. I really don't know how Takumi does all that 4 AM driving on very little sleep. It's 2 miles from my apartment, only two traffic lights. My brain wasn't functioning enough to remember simple things like "shift back into first after stopping at the light" or (when turning onto campus) "shift back up again, doofus, 15 mph is too fast for first." ^^;;; How many years have I been driving manual transmission? 5... Isn't that how long Taku's been driving? >.> Of course, I rarely do any driving at 4 am. The Toboggan of Death and I prefer to be out when my brain is functioning.

I need to html the revised prologue, but otherwise, the angel ficcie's site is up in its new layout. Do you like it? I expect cys to tell me that some of the fonts are too small >.> (...isn't it awful that I do some of the things my other personality rants about? I swear we hate each other...)

Enough sleep deprived rambling for now...

~inky 05:33 a.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

another notable search hit
"bizarre sex bat free"
bat-free because even bizarre sex has its limits?

~inky 04:41 a.m., Monday, January 14, 2002

Redemption ficcie
Working on redoing my original fic's site... trying to force myself to have the dedication to actually get that angel fic done this year >.>

I think what I've done looks much nicer, but this comp doesn't have FTP, so I guess everyone who cares (yeah, all three of ya ^0^) will have to wait till tomorrow to see it.

I actually think I found another good person to talk the troubling, convoluted parts of the fic out with. Someone that I won't play doormat too, either. ^__^v

*forgets what she was going to say* o.O

Anyhoo, cyssy? Weren't you going to teach me how to chop up a fic bunny?

~inky 05:53 p.m., Sunday, January 13, 2002

cats and dogs
(I blogged so many times in the last 2 days that I thought I should archive before the end of the month.)

I came up on a search for "dog fetish" some time this morning. I'm not going to provide a link for that one. >.> It had to be from when I said that one of our dogs had died. >.<# Whoever you are, don't try to mess with my memory of Zippy.

Sparky cat revealed his true nature last night. Another unrestful night. I don't know what the interval was, but it seemed that everytime I fell back asleep, he struck again. He pounced my head first. Once again, I am amazed that I didn't scream. He pounced my head once more before switching to my feet for three or four pounces. If they would have been all at once, it wouldn't have been bad. But these were completely random pounces. He'd be out slinking about the rest of the apartment and then dash into the bedroom and attack.

And I said that he was such a sweet cat... >.>

~inky 06:19 a.m., Sunday, January 13, 2002