I swear to God.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGEDDA, NEW YORK.  YOU ARE MAKING ME ASHAMED OF MY COUNTRY.  UH I MEAN STATE.

As the bard* said, "I don't care what consequence it brings/I have been a fool for lesser things."

I  CAN DO ZIIIIIIIIS.  RRRGH.  YEAH.  PUMPED UP.

pray for me ;A;

Started (yet another) new game of FFT.  D-did you know you can buy up all new generics at the soldier office and RENAME them?  I mean, I totally knew, I'm just checking to see if you all did. 

So far, our hero James T. (Aries) has made it to Goug Machine City with the help of a constantly rotating team of Bones, Spock, Nyota, Hikaru, and Pavel.  (Scotty was there too, but he got dismissed as soon as I got Mustaaaaadio, whose job is "Engineer," come on.)  Hikaru is vastly overleveled because he gets every job involving swords.

My ultimate plan:

James T. -- Buttpants
Bones -- Chemist and nothing else, dammit, with White Magic secondary
Spock -- Monk with Time Magic secondary, because he can travel through time and because "Don't Act" is a Vulcan nerve pinch.
Nyota -- Mediator (ponytail? check!  melanin?  :\)
Scotty -- Mustaaaaadio
Hikaru -- Knight with Two Swords ability.  Ninja with Equip Sword ability?  Not sure yet.
Pavel -- Calculator

YOU CAN ALL SHUT UP NOW.  >:c

I have five days to get up to Izlude, Meliadoul, and Vormav and write my dumb guilt-induced Dysfunctional Family Tingel story for that FFT contest.  Which, by the way, m_mcgregor should enter so that there's actually three entries this year.  Seriously.

omg it's so hot i can't even live.

i'm supposed to be writing a scene that takes place in subzero temperatures.  even my imagination fails here.

P.S.) saw ad for this in the boiling stifling hell that was the subway yesterday, and managed to grow even hotter with wonderly wrath.  I WAS TO WRITE (AND STAR IN) THIS MOVIE.

ffffffffffffffffffff



WHY SO FUCKING TALENTED, JAPAN?

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled silence.

I have now been browsing the internet for over twenty-four hours straight.

I'm pretty sure I can see time now.

I accidentally marched in the NYC Gay Pride Parade!

See, I work right off Christopher St. in the Village, right?  And I'd been moaning and groaning because I had to pick up my paycheck but I was feeling too lazy all weekend.  Then I ran out of money and food and began to die, so I grumpily huffed off to work, dragging my roommate along ("it'll be like 45 minutes TOPS").

It was such a nice day we decided to get off at 14th Street and walk a few blocks.  The crowd was annoyingly thick, so we did what we always do, which is sidestep the people by walking in the gutter and muttering snobbily about tourists.  We didn't notice the barricades keeping us from the sidewalk until it was too late.  (Yeah, I mean, there were thousands of people in rainbow gear and drag and body paint, but it's Christopher Street on a summer weekend, come on.)

OOPS, SUDDENLY WE'RE IN A FUKKEN PARADE.

"Be cool," I whispered to my roommate very excitedly, "it's just like the Junon march in FF7."

So we did Cloud's victory pose with the complimentary spank paddles we'd been handed, basked in the cheers like it wasn't a thing, and darted back into the crowd before a cop saw us.  We didn't win anything afterwards but a bomb fragment, though.

Also it took three hours to cross the street to get my check, but it was totally worth it.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/27/us/politics/27climate.html

Just in case anyone demands to hear some.

Huh!

That was a rather unexpected VIOLENT HEAVE into obsession with 19th-century science fiction.  Guess you never know when these things will strike.

So far, H.G. Wells has been near-fully consumed.  Verne is next.  (I know, wrong order.)   And then I suppose I must move on to Asimov, Clarke, Heinlein et. al like my parents before me?  I hope not: besides Isaac, they're rather boring.

If the new Star Trek movie is behind this, I'm going to be very displeased.  >:c

What fantasy writer am I?

Low-brow?  Really?  When I have a story with the word "semi-perfunctorily" in it?

I guess the results could have been worse, though.  Robert Jordan?  Mother Jesus

I mean, who really cares about the First Amendment, anyways?

This is making me want to draw my own hentai manga where all the girls are three and all the men are sixty-five and the content makes your blood turn cold but then I'll put CAT EARS on everyone, making them FURRIES and not HUMANS! What do you think of THAT? Or maybe the toddlers will all be robots, like in Xenosaga! Or -- all the girls are actually immortal faery-kin and are actually 1,000 years old, and all the men have premature aging sickness and are really just five!

Or I could draw it all upside-down! How can they be underage if they're upside-down, huh?

( Stolen from like six people. )

-"Writing" is so perfect on so many metaphysical levels. I am excessively pleased.
-I have no idea what the origami-of-money is supposed to represent. I assume it's some deep-seated interest I haven't even LISTED that lj managed to pry from my brain. Maybe capitalism. (I do like capitalism.)

ETA: Oh God, "blogging collage" is even better:
( The abyss stares back )

What on earth do the freakish pregnancies and intertwining carrots mean, I am terrified of my own subtext

GOD DAMN IT, NEW YORK.

First Iowa, now MAINE?  Get your goddamn rears in gear, we are SERIOUSLY losing godless liberal credibility here.

::cries into latte::

Dear Robin McKinley,

I'm pretty sure I have at some point enjoyed your books, since I seem to own an awful lot of them (even though I think you are a big old hypocrip for forbidding fanfiction of your original work), but what am I to make of passages like these?:

"The soldier smiled, for pity or for sympathy or for recognition; and he did not know he smiled till the King smiled in return; and the King's smile reminded the soldier of something, though he could not quite remember what, and the soldier's smile, for a moment, warmed the King's heart as nothing had done for a very long time.  And with the smile suddenly the soldier wondered what the King saw in his face as they looked at one another; but the King did not say, and his smile was only a smile, though it was a smile of a King." ("The Twelve Dancing Princesses," The Door in the Hedge)

I'm not supposed to... enjoy them, am I?  Understand them?  Stay awake?

Please send help

Sincerely,
Unpublished Nobody

P.S.) As your editor, I think your work would benefit enormously if you cut down on the first cousins marrying each other.  Also your fetusteen heroines marrying gentlemen 40+ years their elders.  Cheers!

THERE ARE NO JOBS.

At least I got a chance to shimmy down Park Avenue in my old interview suit which is now two sizes too small.  And hobble again on my pink pumps.  Ah, I missed so much whilst mono'd.

Seriously, I do.

I can dance and stuff.

I feel so much better already.

Ha ha, rest of the world, he's ours.

God bless America, I love it forever

Okay, now to Times Square to partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Oh yeah

Strutting is imminent.

(new lj icon)

Stats:

Days: 2
New Misc Pics: 20
New FF4 Pics: 54
New FF6 Pics: 107
Finally fucking learning where that 4chan anon got all her stuff: Priceless

seriously, did everyone else already know about this place?  I feel like my mother when she discovered web forums for the first time.

<Pipgirl> GD what will Bush do when he's out of office?
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