Saturday, December 27, 2003
So in just a few hours we will be leaving for our semi-annual post-Christmas Baguio vacation. Which means I really should be sleeping... Ha! As if.
At any rate, I'll be gone for a few days, and back on the 31st. Martians attacked at 03:01 a.m.! Where were you? ~
Friday, December 26, 2003
Our Tito Kaiku gave Carlo a new blue Gameboy Advance SP for Christmas (along with the Two Towers game). Which is pretty cool for me, because I get to inherit Carlo's older Gameboy Advance. Today we managed to dig up some of our old, old, old games, which we played on Carlo's first Gameboy -- you know, back when the Gameboy only came in grey with purple buttons, and was the size of a small television. These games include my old obsession, Tetris.
Some would say that it's a waste, to use a Gameboy Advance just to play crappy black-and-white Tetris. I would say: LET'S PLAY SOME TETRIS SUCKER. Martians attacked at 09:06 p.m.! Where were you? ~
Thursday, December 25, 2003
So we had been intending to go to the midnight mass last night, after coming home from Christmas Eve dinner. Unfortunately, it turns out that nobody actually has midnight masses at midnight anymore. Our parish had theirs at 10, and we missed it. So we had to go this morning. On the way, we noticed that there were about a billion people in our neighborhood. Turns out that our neighbor Madame President (who is running for reelection) was handing out bags of free stuff, with her name and face printed on the side.
After mass, we opened presents. I got some cool stuff -- mostly books that I had picked them out myself, and clothes.
Mom, of course, busied herself with the cooking. A giant turkey does not cook itself (though an army of self-immolating turkeys would be a terrifying thing to face.) At the last minute yesterday it had turned out that we were out of StoveTop and there was no place to buy it. So Mom told me to make some from scratch. We tracked down some bread stuffing recipe on the internet, and that's what I did today. It turned out okay. My dreams of domesticity have been fulfilled!
And, just as our Christmas dinner guests were arriving, the Justice League Christmas special replayed. I taped it, and watched it afterwards. It contained the one scene I had been fervently anticipating ever since the series began: Martian Manhunter eating Oreos. I am appeased. Martians attacked at 11:13 p.m.! Where were you? ~
Thursday, December 25, 2003
I freaking missed the Justice League Christmas special. I set the tape to record it, while we were all at Lola's for our annual Christmas Eve dinner. I set it to go for about two and a half hours. It got the Powerpuff Girls Christmas special, and Nutcracker Barbie.
I am vexed. I am terribly vexed.
A pox on you, Cartoon Network, for not specifying exactly what time it would be on! A pox on me, for not setting the tape for three hours! I'm almost certain it came on right after Nutcracker Barbie.
Effing Nutcracker Barbie. It sounds like a porn film gone horribly, horribly wrong.
BAH HUMBUG. (Regularly scheduled Christmas cheer returns in the morning.) Martians attacked at 01:39 a.m.! Where were you? ~
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
By the way, what was the big deal about Gondor, anyhow? Gondor may have a swank city made of white stones with a giant bonsai in the yard, while Rohan's capital is just some piles of sticks they glued together with horse dung and which get knocked over by the wind every day. But the Rohirrim have horses and a cool theme song. That automatically makes them cooler than you.
Martians attacked at 09:32 p.m.! Where were you?
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Monday, December 22, 2003
Well, I could have posted last night about going to see Return of the King again, and about spotting Bun-bun in Megamall, but it was so cold that my damn fingers were falling off, and besides I was too busy working on Icarus Falls' Christmas layout. Which is up now. Go check it out, if you've got a minute and are vaguely interested in Christmas or in my artstuffs.
Anyway, yesterday. Another ROTK premiere. Megamall, last Sunday before Christmas. Wore my army pants expecting we would have to fight our way through ferocious mobs in order to get to our seats. But amazingly, the whole thing was extremely efficient, and actually started only 15 minutes late, which for a movie premiere is shockingly punctual.
Also, I saw Bun-bun (from Sluggy Freelance). He was in that horrible stall by Sbarro's, the one that sells cute pets in bulk to be given as gifts and party favors to small children who will probably sit on them. There, in a cage full of tiny, tiny bunnies, was a white bunny with short black ears, black eyes, and a black spot on his back. Just sitting there, grooming himself, like all the other tiny bunnies. But there was a distinctly malicious glint in his eye. The kid that gets him is in for a nasty surprise. Martians attacked at 06:30 p.m.! Where were you? ~
Thursday, December 18, 2003
The King has returned to the building.
So Saki calls me up at about 5:30 in the afternoon, saying that she's just been handed three tickets for a Return of the King premiere at 7:30, and would Carlo and I like to come? So, naturally, YES.
Each of us, travelling seperately, braving many dangers and staggering traffic, converge upon the Plant of Power. There, we partake of Subway sandwiches and brave a mindnumbing hour of the SMART logo flashing and swirling on the screen, before the movie could begin.
So what was up with Arwen? All of a sudden she's dying because of Sauron? Why, was she getting sick from all the smoke and fumes coming from Mordor? Did Peter Jackson et. al. really need to give us another reason why Sauron needed to be defeated? "Oh, I really wasn't sure if I ought to fight against that supreme evil guy or not; but now that my girlfriend is dying of consumption I guess I better."
Man, those Rohirrim, you've got to give them credit. Horses versus freaking three-story elephants? They've got some real balls. Except for, you know, Eowyn, who only has figurative ones.
I think I kind of felt the length of this movie a lot more than I did the previous ones. Still, I did finish a whole large 7up and never once felt the need to run for the bathroom. That's gotta count for something. Martians attacked at 01:35 a.m.! Where were you? ~
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Went to the C3 convention today. That's always fun. There were some really amazing FFX-2 cosplayers, and about a billion Ragnarok Online cosplayers. Got the new issue of Culture Crash and the calendar, little Goemon and Jigen keychains, and a Sanzo lamicard. Mom got me the Santa Poring doll; it's so cute. :3
Okay, take a look and see if you can spot what's wrong with this picture. Why is Hawkgirl wearing... a shirt? O__o Under normal circumstances I would simply assume that she, quite understandably, decided that the little yellow tube top she normally has on wasn't warm enough for going out in sub-zero weather. But since this IS the frigging Justice League we're talking about, I'm not so sure. 'Superheroines' and 'practical attire' are two concepts that don't see much of each other, if indeed they've even been introduced. Hawkgirl's lucky her normal outfit comes with PANTS. And look, you can tell the others are weirded out by it too; Superman looks like he's trying to get a shot of it with the digital camera Batman got him for Christmas.
Yes, it's supposedly a screencap from the upcoming Justice League Christmas special, which I've already seen advertised on TV. It'll be showing here on Christmas Eve, when I won't be able to watch it. But I shall tape it. There's no way I can miss Hawkgirl wearing real clothes. I've heard that in this episode, Hawkgirl and Green Lantern kiss, and Superman brings Martian Manhunter home to meet his parents. Hmm. Who knew things were that serious between Superman and Martian Manhunter? Martians attacked at 09:14 p.m.! Where were you? ~
Saturday, December 13, 2003
I have a sudden unexplainable desire to search for cookie or brownie recipes. I have no idea why. Is some kind of midlife crisis creating a surge in my girly domestic instincts? Next thing you know, I'll be baking those cookies while wearing high heels, pearls, a frilly apron and a beehive hairdo.
My teacher in my translation studies class seems to insist on calling me "Miss Anderson". This is not the first time I have observed this phenomena; many of my teachers throughout grade school, high school and college have been known to call me "Miss Anderson" every now and again. I am guessing this is an indicator that my first name and last name sort of run together in their minds, rather than an indicator that I am trapped in the Matrix and should borrow Carlo's Neo costume and go flying off of buildings. Martians attacked at 12:45 a.m.! Where were you? ~
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