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One last thing. My dad's refused to help me move. I really don't know why he's so angry at me - but then again, I guess I do know. -_-# Another day, another grey hair... Now Playing: Nirvana - Dumb Saturday, August 18, 2001, 02:30 p.m. Aiya~ well, OK, so it's over. Upshot: I'm getting to take my computer. Seems that it was my DAD'S idea not to give my computer, and my poor mother was left trying to do his dirty work. So no wonder her excuse sounded so contrived - SHE wanted to give me the computer, but was trying to lie about why I couldn't have it. It's apparently my dad's thing that the computer is my instrument of self-destruction, blah blah blah, instant gratification vs. long-term security, blah blah blah, I'll end up on the streets if I had the compie, and so on. The computer was solely responsible for the dip in my grades last semester, not the whole psychiatric bit. The clinical depression doesn't count because I didn't lose interest in EVERYTHING IN LIFE, he said. So essentially I'd have had to kill myself last semester for them to acknowledge my depression, and even then, it's still be my computer's/anime's/etc's fault. ;;^_^ So I got a long serious talk about how I'm a failure and stuff, and how against their better judgement, they're going to let me keep the computer, blah blah blah. I swear, they sound more mental with each passing day. But I'm moving out tomorrow. Thaaank god. XD Packing all my stuff into boxes. I never realized how much CRAP I can fit into this room @_@ Now Playing: Helium - Pat's Trick Saturday, August 18, 2001, 02:00 p.m. I always end up finding the daaaark corners of the Internet. XD Some links for your amusement - well, if you're a KOF h0, that is - Now Playing: Neuroactive - Moments ( o/~ precious moments passing by, 30 frames a second~ o/~ ) Saturday, August 18, 2001, 12:49 a.m. o/~ Like a lovely lady, I'm a wee bit crazy o/~ Oh! Finally found out the REAL reason my parents won't let me take my computer with me. Silly, I should have known. Essentially, they're punishing me for my 'poor academics.' Silly of me to think that this crap would end once I was DONE with college. I should have known my parents would find a way to get back at me somehow - even though I managed to keep my head above water and average B's on those two really bad semesters when I was seeing the shrink every other week. >_< The very last semester, I managed to get an A+ in my honors class on medicine & society, but, of course, that's not the bit they remember. They remember me getting a C in the graduate-level pharmacology course. -_- It's not really fair; the only thing that ever counts in my life is my failures. My successes are never mentioned, except to note how they could have been more impressive. My parents' idea of a compliment is " That's great work, BUT..." I guess it explains why I feel kind of uncomfortable getting praised or complimented. At work, I have a really nice boss and co-workers who are always telling me I'm doing good work and telling me how invaluable I am. And my initial reaction was suspicion, and then discomfort. I would have actually preferred NOT to be complimented so often, because all of this praise is making me paranoid. I'm almost waiting for the other shoe to drop. For example, today my boss said, " Priya, we need to talk - " and then got distracted. My immediate response was, of course, oooh, he's going to reprimand me! So after he was done, I actually sought him out and was like, " Well? Well? What is it? Huh? Huh? :D" But he was actually asking me if I had time to train some people, and I was actually taken aback that he didn't want to scold me. @_@ As my shrink says, I have ISSUES. Well, it's the last 48 hours I have to spend in this house, and I'm more sad than anything else. Not sad that I'm leaving - god no, not sad about THAT - but sad that I have to leave like this. That my parents are still disappointed in me, and are still trying to make me feel like shit. Thanks, guys, I don't really need the help. Yeah, so now that I know that my parents are keeping the computer just to punish me for graduating with honors and an A GPA, I feel comfortable just taking the computer with me. It's one last giant FUCK YOU! XD They'll rant and rage, but at this point, I don't really care because I know their reasoning. And if they need a computer *snort*, they can use the other one that I hooked up. I wish life was a lot less complicated. Anyways, JuriGregly, if you end up in C-U on Sunday, don't mention the computer. I'll do what I need to, if it becomes necessary. I'm hoping not. I'll appreciate the genkifying company. :D And minna, don't worry about me @_@ This is NORMAL for me. Whine, whine, bitch, moan, cue the violins. :D Now Playing: Golden Earring - Radar Love Friday, August 17, 2001, 11:08 p.m. We only want what's best for him~ o/~ d00d, Krisit, I doubt we should hang out tomorrow. Gomen ne! I gotta shop for the apaato and stuff. And I'm moving on Sunday. But AFTER Sunday, you're free to come whenever you like. XD It's been a long week. I'll blog later. I'll take the computer - and no, you tards, my parents aren't going to call the cops on me. They'll rant and rage and do their usual stuff, but really, they have no excuse for keeping it now that the p75's hooked up :D I'm so tired. Coordinating a project is really tiring. T_T Now Playing: XTC - Making Plans for Nigel Friday, August 17, 2001, 05:20 p.m. " You must be like the grasshopper; you must spring forward and then fall back!" " But master! When do we get to the asskicking?" " Patience, my son! Have you forgotten all you have learned?" " But master, does not the fire need the water too? Does not the mountain need the storm? Does not your scrotum need kicking? *kick*" "*gasp, wheeze*" Two pieces of news. One, any C-U orgies will have to be relocated to my new apaato after this Sunday. Two, my mother won't let me take my computer with me. I think there's going to be a touch of petty theft around the house while my parents are at work one of these days. XD It's not like they've ever USED the compy. Seriously. They hafta ask me where the on switch is. This is a PC, people! It's not rocket science! Now Playing: Depeche Mode - Everything Counts ( o/~ the grabbing hands grab all they can~ all for themselves, after all~ o/~ ) Monday, August 13, 2001, 10:32 p.m. PRAISE, DAMMIT! XD Dance Dance Resurrection. That will be all. XD Now Playing: Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod Sunday, August 12, 2001, 10:12 p.m. I'm going to kill someone. This is the third time I've tried to blog. Fuck it! The first time, IE crashed, the second time, IE crashed - if it crashes again, I'm going to forget about it. Let me just say what I intended to say really quickly, before a cruel god strikes me down again: Now Playing: Joy Division - A Means To An End Sunday, August 12, 2001, 12:21 p.m. o/~ don't run away, it's only me o/~ Finally genkiland seems to be up again. I got on tech support's case, and they claimed that it was a security measure due to the Code Red scare. But I poked them some more and now genkiland's up. Today I heard "Wild Horses" by the Rolling Stones while I was driving home from work, and this time I actually paid close attention to the lyrics. Now I see why they used it as the title of a Bebop session: Wild Horses-- The Rolling Stones Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I watched you suffer a dull aching pain Now you decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie I have my freedom but I don't have much time Faith has been broken, tears must be cried Let's do some living after we die Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day Isn't that a good Spike song? On another note, I realized that "Walkie Talkie" from 4th Mix is another weird engrish innuendo. 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Walkie talkie, walkie talkie! Fun, fun, all around, from my walkie talkie Walkie talkie, walkie talkie! It's a regular sound, you can shake all your body moving (body moving, yeah ) Play that beat up and down, and I never can stop this feeling get up be there! (?) Walkie talkie, what can I do? We got my walkie talkie get up get up get up get up! Walkie talkie, never be blue(?) Every time you play you get in my mind! You can feel my love with my walkie talkie Walkie talkie, walkie talkie! Baby, don't let go, that's my walkie talkie! Walkie talkie, walkie talkie! With this magical sound, I don't need a new bridal(?) baby (bridal(?) baby, yeah ) Play that beat up and down, and I never can stop this feeling Never be there! Walkie talkie, what can I do? We got my walkie talkie, get up get up get up get up, etc... Walkie talkie etc etc etc... Anyways, enough of that. I HATE merging cold reads. I'd just like to say that. I watched one episode of Noir today. You're right, Krisit, those are the most hideously illegible subs I've ever seen. Luckily there wasn't a whole lot of dialogue, and what dialogue there was, I was able to understand with my feeble grasp of JP. It's too early for me to say whether I like it or not. The music sounds GREAT, and I want to l33ch some mp3s. The art's nice, and I like how...stylized and cold and distant the storyline seems to be. I like stuff like that. But I'm worried that it might turn out to be a case of "good premise, shitty execution," if I may make that horrible pun. ;;^^ And I can tell you exactly what the character designers/animators were thinking when they were drawing the two leads: " Huh huh. Girls with guns. Let's make them load and unload and strip the guns repeatedly. Now caress the barrel. Yeah. huh huh." " OK, now make one of legal age, and one a high school girl, to cover all bases." " Huh huh. Now make the legal woman wear a miniskirt, and the high school aged girl a short-skirted fuku." " huhuhuhuhuhuh." I'm worried that the show will turn out to be shameless eyecandy. Chicks with guns, you know. I'm hoping the plot turns out to be interesting, but I'll find out, of course, as I watch more. I *did* like watching Noir kill people, though. That was gorgeously fluid murder in motion. :D I'm tired and babbling, so I'll blog more later. Such as my Argent Soma/Argento Soma rant. No, it's not Argento! Raaaaaar! And I decided to bold my entries for legibility. Now Playing: Morphine - Souvenir Tuesday, August 7, 2001, 07:50 p.m. " Okay, yeah, so you just stick it in, turn it on, and it vibrates!" " Yeah!" " ... " " ...I can't believe it took us this long to take that the wrong way." Ah, that particular quote was from yesterday. Krisit and I were watching Argent Soma episode 10, in which they use resonant frequencies to kill an alien. They have this weapon, that's kind of like a giant tuning fork, and...well, you see...it was actually a really interesting episode; it made actual sense from a physics standpoint, and it's something I haven't seen used in giant mecha anime before. Ryu Soma's the man; he LISTENS for the reflected soundwaves. XD Kristi came over yesterday, and we spent several genki hours watching stuff. I don't even watch anime on my own anymore; I buy the manga. ;;^^ She sl0red me on Shadow Skill, and I sl0red her on MPD Psycho, and we watched 4-10 of Argent Soma. (On fast forward, mostly; we'd both seen those episodes raw a long time ago, and so we didn't need the subs for a lot of the Hattie stuff. Blah, blah, BLAH.) Then we watched a sickeningly cute shounen-ai OVA by Kodaka Kazuma, the smutmonkey mangaka responsible for Kizuna and Level-C. I don't remember what the OVA was called in JP, it was something something no Houteishiki - The Bad Teacher's Equation. I can't believe she wrote this - there was no smut, no KISSING even; it was cute and fluffy and so warm and fuzzy that we were covering our faces and groaning. I liked it; I guess I'll have to get the manga. But daamn, Atsushi is a crying, helpless super-SUPER uke. Geeeez. So! I sl0red Krisit on MPD-Psycho, the manga series that I made this layout from. MPD-Psycho stands for "Multiple Personality Disorder - Psycho." Its main character is the charming fellow above, who starts off the series as Kobayashi Yousuke, the geeky, wussy cop, but now he usually is Amamiya Kazuhiko, the cool, collected criminal investigator. Sometimes he's Nishizono Shinji, the psychopath who doesn't need to wear glasses, and sometimes he's Murata Kiyoshi, the dull-eyed, stuttering drug addict that more often than not warns criminals that the cops are coming to bust them (which he would know as his cop personality, of course. ;;^^) He's got at least two female personalities that I know of; he could form his own softball team out of his personalities, at this rate. o.o; Anyways, the manga is about this man - let's call him Amamiya-kun, that's the sanest of his dominant personalities - who is a criminal profiler now. He's working as part of a private company now, helping the police catch serial killers and psychopaths (PSYCHO-YAROU ^.-). He did some prison time in the past after he blew away a serial killer that dismembered his girlfriend and sent her to him in a cooler - ALIVE. After that, he's never really been Kobayashi anymore; he's usually Amamiya or his psychopathic personality, Nishizono Shinji. What's interesting about Amamiya-kun - besides all his voices - is that psychopaths seem to feel a kinship for him. The nutcase who carved up his girlfriend saw Kobayashi on TV and said that his face was "interesting," meaning that he had the eyes of a psychopathic killer. When Kobayashi is arguing with his voices just prior to blowing the killer's head off, the killer seems to take the multiple personalities as another sign - " You're just like me! Exactly the same! I knew it!" Amamiya-kun also has a tiny barcode on the white of his left eye, only visible if he pulls down his lower eyelid. As he finds the serial killers, one by one, they all have the same barcode... It has a lot to do with the event twenty years ago, when the clinic he was staying in got burnt to the ground, and all but himself and another child were killed... actually, he HIMSELF killed everyone inside and burnt the clinic down. His real personality is the madman Nishizono Shinji, but he assumed the personality and name of Kobayashi when the authorities arrived, blaming the events on the only other survivor. All his names and personalities are those of the people he killed when he was a child... Anyways, I'm sure this sounds like a dark, gruesome manga. Well, it is and it isn't. There is a LOT of disturbing imagery in this manga; it deals with serial killers! But I would say that the bodycount isn't gratuitous or for titilation. At the end of volume one, there's a long author's note explaining how he chose to handle the depiction of corpses. On the other hand, there's a sense of morbid humor underlying the stories. The characters aren't two-dimensional one-note stereotypes; they all have actual personalities that vary from grimness to silliness. Well, not *silliness* per se, but deadpan humor, certainly. Even Amamiya-kun, the ex-cop, ex-con with multiple personalities, is capable of sweatraining and getting startled and being perplexed by the opposite sex. I really like this manga; it's dark, yet human, and I also find the storyline really intriguing. The art style is stylized and stark, and vaguely unnerving. There's a few novel chapters that have been published in Newtype; in Newtype, the art was done by Ogata Kouji, who did the official art for Boogiepop wa Warawanai. I'll scan in some of those images sometime. n_n Anyways, enough sl0ring for now. I've had a long day. My first packet was sent to the client tonight, and before I get swamped by this particular book, I think I'm editing an "online computing book." I'm not exactly sure what that means; I'll find out very soon. @_@; My grandfather is visiting from Denmark between August 10-20. I was going to go to Chicago the weekend after the 20th, but I think everyone's going to AI. T_T Damn j00 all! Maybe I'll just drive up to the Mitsuwa, buy more manga, and go home. I need to pick up more Tenjou Tenge, if they have it, and more MPD-Psycho. Kya, can you do me a favor? Maybe the day before j00 all leave for AI, can you drop by the Mitsuwa and tell me whether Tenjou Tenge and MPD-Psycho are in stock? I don't want to drive 180 miles to find out they're not there and just drive home. ;;^^ I should nap. Oh! Really quick, here's a site that gave me a MAJOR BUNNY - theoi.com Kristi, you might like this too; the rest of you probably won't have a joygasm over it like I did. ;;^^ Anyways, off to nap. Monday, August 6, 2001, 05:02 p.m. I'm vaguely hoping that this layout will creep people out. Longer blog later. >_< Gotta wash and clean; krisit's dropping by this afternoon. Sunday, August 5, 2001, 11:41 a.m. |
