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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3480412/1/
Yes, 'tis true, I do still write. And yes, that it is none other than a 'lil peice on Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends means that do I fricken love the show. I also don't have to watch Hong Kong Phooey, Get Smart and many other sillies and cartoons that I do, indeed watch. Hey, they make me happy.
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[06 Apr 2007|12:44am] |
These are just a few shots of Dakota a week or so ago and how much its changed since then. I was really surprised when she'd grab her own little chair to sit and watch it, or lie on the floor with her legs up in the air. Now, I have it up on a table, and if she stands on her chair, shes eye level with the trains. Its easier to see their eyes moving as they run too.
I Missed her tonight, I was working the badlands shift before Good Friday, but apparently she was making a big fuss of a photo of a train we have in the hall (one which, coincidently, is green and is the smaek make and model as Henry) and saying "(unitellegible)wey! Wey!" Which I guess is her way of saying Henry. Then she made a big deal of the spare room but, with me not there, Mark simply said "yeah yeah, wait til later on when Ta's here to turn it on for you."
I really want htis to be a big thing. It'll eventually stretch out into another table or two and be filled with track and things you recognise. Turntables, stations, the windmill, etc etc. Since I have to name each section, this twin set of ovals (its only on and a coupling point so far) is named Swindon.
By the time Im done, it'll feature Harold and his field, maybe Trevor (they dont seem to make a proper one of him for some reason), and MAYBY a small wooden shed for Toby. Also that once scene that featured a castle broken in the background will be painted to be the background of this table.
(Needless to say by the time Im done, you'll come into the room and see all of them, from Thomas 1 to Oliver 11, the Diesles and so on, all pulling their own loads. Hey, I wanna be knwon as the uncle that spoils her).
http://pics.livejournal.com/animestewie/gallery/0000447t
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Today I got one of those neat little letters from the Department of Health. Yknow, they look like they were printed on an old fashioned typewriter back in "the day" and has been photo copied, scanned and re-printed for every case thus far, complete with a hand made pamphlet and a logo that's half scotish and half british.
It also had in not-so-fine print that my operation has been upped from February 2008 to exactly one months time. Good news I guess, though Im not looking forward to having to tell my semi new boss that last time I was laid in bed for a month with a writ of transit permitting me to go as far as the back door. (It was around this time last year that stir-crazy set in and I started yelling things along the lines of "You claim to be a Doctor, but they'll take your clothes too, and they'll find the mark! The one that entitles you to a discount!" or my more public shout in the hospital of "They violated ME!")
Oh, and the whole fasting that night, waking up early to be stabbed, tapped, knocked out and cut at.. yknow.. aint that fun either. Just so we're clear. But sheesh, I gotta tell the new boss that in a month I'll be gone for a month. And Christ, from what Ive been hearing of guys around town, he's 1, a drunk and a very important 2, an nasty drunk.
The bad part of reading this is the mood - theres none. Zip, zada, blippo. You can read this in a total dead pan and think it as the deadpanned rants of your average emo. Personally I'd like to think I give this a tiny bit of... what's that c word... rhymes with sharm.... oh year! Charmisma! (Hands up all of you who though it'd be "Charm". Hah! You don't know me THAT well!)
Sides, this is, in my books, the sequel - This time I shall be victorious in the face of health! Disease! Doctors! Yes! I'll be gettin me a stethoscope this time!
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Please allow moi to fill the several (edit, seven) of you who reads this of whats been happening.
Christmas was quick and painless. Pain came boxing day. Suprisingly a few people from Brazil in town wondered why everything was shut on Christmas day. And as luck would have it, it took that moment when, while I was oh so innocently buying bread that the good Lord chose to intervine and use me as a channel of his devine interuption - I know it to be the good lord because after having to hear them argue over the "Nasties in Australian bakerys" and then comment on being shut Christmas day, I was ushered out for snapping "It's Christmas - even GOD has the day off!"
That said and done, I bloody out did myself on Chrissy. Dakota's presently 18 months old, and old enough to enjoy the ball pit I bought her. So much so that I bought one of those Christmas trains (you know, big and red with the hand crank car and two elves pumping it?) and a heap of wadding and spread it over the ground with a bunch of fibre optic houses. Oh yea, I totally outdid myself.
This year I plan on covering the entire lounge room floor in the fake snow and add a station for the train. Gotta do something in my time off. As for that, I seem to be having buckets of them now, broken by the ocasional string of early starts when I work. It takes its toll - every so often you can find some of my DVD's on eBay and such. (No worries though, I got a burner now, hehehehe).
Getting back to Dakota, shes a sweetheart, and Im not ashamed to walk around with her calling her that. Thats nothing new - I call everyone hun... I have trouble with remembering peoples names sometimes.... usually... all the time.
Unfortunately Dakota's into a lot of mood swings, and the one thing that can curb her is a show I had to watch for her once called Boobah.
Oh dear God, more than the firey pits of hell, more than the living dead, Boobah's scared the absolute HELL out of me. Let me describe them.
The Boobah are living electric sparks, so to speak... Thayre fat, and pear shaped. Theyre furry and their head pops out of a fat neck that covers its mouth - theyre bald and have lil bumps over the heads.
If you imagined a bunch of colourful mens members, short, fat and infected, your not far off them. Oh, and they dont talk - they fart. Really. Honest to God. They fly through the power of pooting.
Theyre backed up by a range of humans, Grandmother and Granpa, and Brother (who is American) and Sister (who is vietmamese), your typical show that focusses on people of around the world. My joke of how the parents can be seen on "International Incidents 5" didn't go over so well, neither did the jab about how under the suits are a buncha guys that resemble Mario and speak 3 words of english - "Look at sign!" which, in turn, reads "Card holder can only speak 3 words of English".
After getting out of the hospital after suffering a heart attack (after watching all 5 Boobah hug a little girl, which Im told half the street heard me yell "They'll crush her! They'll bloody CRUSH her!") I thought I'd try and turn Dakota on to what I used to watch as a Tyke - to put a name to it, Thomas the Tank Engine. (Considering the majority of the readers of this are American, lemme translate - I think it was called Sunnytime Station over there). She loves the Thomas theme song, and she'll sit and watch it a lil, but not much before she's up and banging cupboard doors open and closed - needless to say it's enough of a reason for me to empy out a small spare room and now Im building a big electric Thomas train set in there.
Yeah yeah, spoiled rotten but I'll be the one to blame for that.. and why blame myself? I rather like myself to have words with me. I mean, I've made myself aware before hand that Im moving wood in and nailing down track, so I cant blame myself later on for not making my self aware.... ok, this is starting to Fizzle. But anyways, yeaaah, for $100 I was able to pick up a Thomas and Percy with a gimmick - their eyes move as power connects to teh wheels, so that was a neat touch. Needless to say after that I just HAD to keep going, now, didn't I?
All in all, not alot is happening. A few weeks ago a few of us drove 4 hours to Newcastle for Little Britain Live and I loved it, even wound up on the screen where they show people durring the interval. Oh sure, some people had a gimmick when the camera was on them, from Tshirts to dolls, but I bet I was the only one who kissed the strange woman next to em! (I couldnt help it, I was so excited! Just think, I was on the tv at Lil Brit Live! Ahh, warm and fuzzy... not to mention I got said girls phone number. Not that it did much good - she lived 3 hours away in the opposite direction. Oh well.
That just about wraps up my catch up. Lessee, I covered everything I think - Dakota, Thomas the Tank Engine, Lil Brit Live, Boobah.. oh, and Im still due for another op. The catch? Im low priorety, which translates to I'll be getting it done in 11 more months... so I'll see you then.
Much love, Ta-kun
PS. Yes, its true. I DO talk like I type!
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| Fanfic - The secret life of the mild mannered maid |
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I dont own FLCL, Gainax does. If youd like to speak to an unofficial representative, she's just down the street, the house with the ceremaic garden gnomes - cum - giant robots outside of it.
The Secret Life of the Mild Mannared Maid
by me.. duh!
Naota couldn't quite remember how it happened. He remembered lying on his bunk, definately, while above him, between snores, Haruko sang in her sleep. Hardly graceful or even in tune, the tone deaf alien had a fondness for theme songs, and he went to sleep hearing the a mantra of "Robots in disguise..." above him.
Maybe that explained why he was pretending to be interested as a shiney lorry sat in the drive way, humming quietly as the engine ran, the front of the car moving as it coughed...
... cough... cough cough...
Naota's brow furrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching downwards. 'Coughing?' The steel grille started to fog lightly as the bars bent and wobbled, coughing harder. Naota moved back slightly, turning his head to try and protect his ears. It was becoming quicker with each spluttering shudder of the suspension.
Cough cough.. cough cough cough cough... COUGH!
There was a final eruption from the vehical that sounded like it was assisted by the car horn, loud and honking, complete with transmissionary fluid being sprayed against his face. Just in time for Naota to give a quick shuddering jolt of his own.. straight up into the face of one Haruhara Haruko, leaning over him, framed by the bottom of the top bunk.. and coughing against him, complete with spluttering over his face. Her hand came up to his chest and she pushed him out of her personal space and back against his pillow.
"No Furi Kuri now, Ta-kun.. I'm sick..."
Naota's eye twitched as he wiped her spittle off of his cheek, taking her in through sleep bleary eyes. She looked drearier than usual, but her skin being natually pale, seemingly at least anyway, it was hard to tell just how ill she was. The boy managed a a questioning murmur before her eyes flung open wide and she grabbed his pyjama top, pulling him back up to her face.''I'm si-ick!" she yelled, leaving his ear ringing before he was flung out of his bed. He recovered in time to see a mess of limbs and sheets rearange itself until she was resting comfortably, the sheets up to her chin, her hands holding them there weakly.
"So why you gotta take MY bed?" Naota pointed an accusing finger at her face which she treated with the same respect one might treat dust.
"You wouldnt kick a poor, defensless little sick lady like me outta bed, would you?"
"You left out 'old' in that list..." His reply was Haruko's leg shooting out from the sheets to kick him in the side of the head.
"Aww, Poor Haruko-chan..." Naota's father could sound serious when he wanted, the effect being lost as he drew up the medical mask from his neck and reached for a pair of rubber gloves, completing the look of the scrubbed up doctor he dressed as. "Maybe a sponge bath would help?" The mask twisted as he grinned lecherously, snapping one glove against his wrist.
"Naaaah..." she replied, her tongue sticking far out as she spoke. ".. Ta-kun already helped me with that earlier."
Golden eyes winked and Natoa's father stiffened, peeling the glove off his hand and snapping it off so it flew behind him against his son's forehead. Naota shook his head furiously, the rubber peice flying off as he glared angrily at the so called "ill Haruhara". It was Naota's grandfather who stepped forward then, offering a brown paper bag from the bakery.
"Some curry bread for you, Haruhara-san. Good for what ail's you." Haruko gleeful snatched up the bag, reaching in and pulling out a slice to chew on, muffling a 'thank you' back.
"Yes, Thank you Monkey-san.." Kamon replied, pulling the mask away from his face before moving forward and clasping his hands, bent low and offering. "Is there anything I can do for you Haruko-chan? Call a nurse perhaps?" A tiny twinkle seemed to alight behind his glasses and Haruko stopped eating her slice of bread to suck on her little finger, appearing deep in thought...
"Can I have the TV?" she asked brightly, earning a snort from Naota against the wall.
"Well that sounds like someone sick, sure...Why don't we just give her a bell so she can ring when she wants us to dote on her, hm?" Three pairs of eyes stared at him for a moment before Haruko smacked the back of her hand to her forehead, sighing deeply and collapsing back against's his pillow.
"Ohh Ta-kun, why don't you love me? I can't help being all sick an' weak, and yet you wont even share your bunk with me, making me climb all the way up to mine in my condition? Oohh, Ta-kun, Ta-kun Taaa-kuuun..."
Naota's frown grew before Kamon reached forward and flicking him in the forehead.
"Look what you did to poor Haruko-chan, the woman who takes care of you so, Naota-kun!"
"Yea, you lil brat!!" The aforementioned voice was none-other than, again, 'Poor Haruko-chan', sounding much healthier than she had 10 seconds pervious. Rather than argue or endure scorn, he slid his door opened and shifted outside to fetch the television, Haruko's voice echoing after him:
"And bring the cable box too, Ta-kun! They got a marathon of 'Hong Kong Phooey' on today!!"
Naota had to hand it to the planet trotting wonder woman - when she said she was going to lie in his bed and watch cartoon's all day, she damned well meant it. And having to spend his day answering every ring of the bell she was given was NOT his idea of fun. After the fifth ring he resinged himself to staying up there, sitting on a chair next to the double-bunk bed.
"C'mon Ta-kun, why dontcha join me in here?" she asked, peeling the sheet back and patting the bed. Naota deliberately moved back slightly, looking affronted.
"But then I'd catch the deadly strain of Maxwell Smart-atisis you contracted, and then I'D be ill, Haruko."
As he expected, Haruko snorted, sticking her finger in her ear and twisting it.
"Wake up, theres no such thing. But then what can I expect, you do believe everything I tell you. So cute..." Naota's eyes flickered before he looked away, his cheeks reddening as Haruko snickered from his bunk.
"Damn boy, how easy is it for me to get your blood flowing, eh?" A long arm shot out and wrapped around his neck, pulling him close as she bumped her cheek against his.
"Feeling better then I take it.." he muttered, looking away, trying to hide the rising color in his face.
"Aw c'mon Ta-kun, I just wanted a nice day to lounge around in bed, watchin' cartoons and having my favourite lil' NO Channel for company. Is that a crime?" Haruko pulled the finger out of her ear and, after glancing at it to see that it was clean, popped it in her mouth and fluttered her lashes, mimicing a typical look of innocence, sweetness and cuteness.
"Oh yeah, the law passed last week." he answered.
"Oooh, then I need to be arrested! Oh Agent 86, take mercy on me!" By now Haruko had flung herself away from Naota, pressing herself against the wall and pleading for forgiveness, her arm thrown up to shield herself from an invisible force, her eyes closed to hide from the 'face of justice'.
"It was a crime of passion! -" she continued, pointing accusingly at Naota without looking up. "He said he'd love me an take care of me! He said 'Don't worry baby, Johny Law'll never catch us!' and I believed him! I'm a good lil girl, honest! Oh PLEASE Mister Smart! Please!!"
Naota had watched the entire performance unrole before him, complete with her voice becoming deeper as she imatated her lover-slash-partner in crime, himself. He groaned and pushed himself out of his chair, moving to the door.
"You can't hide from him!" He looked back to see her on her hands and knees on his bed, pointing at him with such force as if she was accusing a vicious murderer of his crimes and the swift justice that would follow. Naota's eyebrow crossed down questionly before she melted into a cooing mass of hyperactivity.
"Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy! Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the monkey-boy's eye!"
Naota made his exit and she jumped into the middle of the room, grabbing thin air and making kicks, all the while singing a VERY untuned theme to the cartoon she had been rotting her brain with half the day.
"He's got style, a groovy smile and a car that just wont stop,
When the going gets rough he's super tough! With a Hong Kong Phooey chop!"
On que, a peice of wall shot off into the hall, Haruko's shackled hand sticking through the wall, flat and pointed in a karate chop fasioned. Naota made his way downstairs and out the door, the entire time her singing seemingly shaking the house. Until he passed undereath his own winder and she stuck her head out of it, screaming at him at the top of her very healthy alien lungs - "Hong Kong Phooey - Pen-riffic!!!" The window slammed shut immediately afterwards and Naota was left shaking his head.
"Ahh, Haruko-chan feeling better then?" Kamon asked, standing in the doorway of the family owned bakery.
And that was how Naoto guessed the day went. He kept himself busy with taking a walk along the river and the bridge while Haruko whittled the day away, glued to the Music, Cartoon and Comedy channels of cable tv. But it was only a guess, because both TV and paid TV outlet were back in the living room before he got home that afternoon, a sign of a miraculous recovery of his roommate... after she had been given her dinner in bed, being firmly told not to strain herself by the resident doting pervert. Deciding that he didn't care to wade through the scattered mess of his room (which could have only gotten worse from Haruko's determination to spend the entire day in there) Naota stayed away from his door, staying downstairs for most of the night. The TV was now adorned with crisp packets and stickers along the side, as well as an occasional rolling that moved across the screen occasionaly. Most likely due to the dent it was now sporting along the side of the set, which, acording to his grandfather was "there for years" and according to his father "gave it character".
Naota wisely decided not to bother arguing with either elder, happy when the set was switched off hours later after Kamon finally left for bed.
"Ahh, Naota-kun, you should really have gone and checked on Haruko-chan instead of spending so much time down here with your grandfather and me. I mean.." Kamon grinned widely. ".. if positions were switched I wouldn't leave her side all day. Just think of all the Furi Kuri..."
Naota sniffed and and replied with a "Goodnight Dad." Kamon Nandaba resigned himself happily to chanting "Fooly Cooly" all the way up to his room as his son wandered slowly behind him, stopping at his own door.
When Naota did open his door, he wasnt surprised at the ruin that lay before him. His bed was a mess, comeplete with crisp packets and milkshake cups and soda cans piled on top of it. An empty plate of raman sat on the floor next to Haruko's Rickenbacker, and Haruko.... was absent. Naota glanced back into the hall towards the bathroom, which was quiet and dark beneath the door frame, indicating no light, no water and no Haruko. Naota sighed and moved to pick up the plate and cans. It wasn't unusual for her to up and go randomly, anywhere and everywhere she deemed interesting enough to venture, usually stumbling into the room later in the night and flipping herself onto the top bunk.
Maybe that was why his heart almost burst from his chest when, halfway to the kitchen, a flash of red shot down from the cieling and knocked into him.
"Rinky Dinky Doo!"
Naota yelped as he fell onto his backside, staring up with wide eyes. Haruko stood clad in a black bandana with eye holes cut, a red martial arts gi-style robe and a yellow belt around her waist. Her long legs were completely bare and he could only guess (and half-heartidly hope) that she was wearing underwear beneath the costume.
"Wha-what the hell Haruko!"
Haruko grinned and scratched an itch on her cheek. Then she planted her feet either side of Naota's waist and fell upon him, pinning him to the ground.
"You are under arrest for not taking care of your poor sick beloved!" Her hands clasped beneath her chin and her eyes fluttered before she poked him in the chest.
"Si-sick? You wern't sick! You were lazy!" Haruko had decided to ignore this comment, picking up where she had left off.
"By day she's the mild mannered Nandaba maid, Haruko Penrod Pooch, but when crime rears it's face, she's the super duper crim fighter Hong Kong Phooey! And you should know that noone escapes Hong Kong Phooey!" From the loose sleeve she produced a small black book and opened it up.
"Now lemme just check my Hong Kong book of Kung Fu for how to deal with naughty Ta-kun's that don't take care of their Haruko-chan's..."
"Naughty? What are you talking about?!"
"Oohh, did you wanna be my side kick instead, 'Spot'? I dunno, you know what they say" Haruko's voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in close to his ear. "..on the animal food chain, it's Dog - eats - cat."
Naota struggled beneath Haruko, which only caused her to pin him harder. The moment one of his arms got free her leg pulled forward and she pinned his wrist with her foot, which in turn cause more struggling... until Naota noticed that the change in position had caused the flimsy costume to ride up.. and yes, she was wearing underwear. It took Haruko only a moment to notice this as well and she grinned, slipping the book back inside her sleeve.
"My my, those are hardly G rated thoughts there Ta-kun, I'd call those PG-13...hmm.. Maybe even M rated! Definately a crook I got here!!!" Naota stammed to himself before she flipped off of him, grabbing him and pulling him to his feet.
"Well I'm gonna have to take you in now. Not taking care of Haruko-chan, being grumbly, not watching TV all day, and now having sexy, erotic, furi kuri thoughts about me!"
Haruko dragged Naota up the stairs to their room, flinging him up onto the top bunk and pinning him again, grinning widely, the black eye mask eclipsing his vision as she stared intently at him.
"Your bunk?" he asked, as Haruko pushed the loose red sleeves up her arms, resting her weight against him.
"Of course. Honk Kong Phooey takes care of the innocent, and your bed's a fuggin' mess. How the hell can you sleep in that thing? Garbage and crumbs everywhere!" Naota didn't bother to point out exactly who'se fault it was for the said mess, his brain registered a show of cleavage from the martial arts-esque shirt she was wearing and his mouth had a loose connection suddenly.
"I thought you said I was guilty.."
"Ooohhh, Ta-kun want's to be punished...." Naota tried to utter a reply before she pulled his head up and kissed him.
"You've been bad. Your talking privaliges have been revoked." And with a point at the cieling and a loud declaration of "The powers of Kung Fu concentration win again!" Haruko threw the book from within her sleep at the light switch. It hit hard, a spark bursting from it as the switch broke before the light died.
"Evil light switch" she mumbled before burying her face in the crook of his neck, and once again, the theme tune to a random cartoon being quiely mumbled in between light snores before he fell asleep too.
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Haruko slung her arm across Naota's shoulder, holding the foam cup up and sucking loudly on the straw of her milkshake. Naota didn't bother to keep his head low - she had done this every time they had stopped for a shake that week, slurping loudly as she leaned back on her seat, sitting close to Naota as he drank his own.
Oh sure, that was nothing new... neither was the fact that that she was smoking, a cigarette dangling between her fingers in the same hand she held her highly flammable milkshake cup. If she wasn't holding her straw in her mouth it was the ciggerette, as she hapilly blew smoke up into the air.
"Excuse me..."
Oh no...
Haruko looked up with half-closed eyes, hardly interested at all in the annoyed looking custmer from the neighbouring booth.
"Can you not smoke? Your giving me asmtha..."
Haruko blew a cloud of smoke again, moving to drink some more shake before answering.
"It's giving me cancer. Fuckin.. yknow, weigh it up and see who'se winning that one."
"How many does that make Ta-kun?" Naota sighed and crossed off a spot marked on a highway map.
"14"
"How many left?"
"... 23"
Haruko gunned the pedal of her Vespa, waiting for Naota to climb on the seat behind her.
"Then we'll be banned from all 37, right?"
"Right!" he yelled as the engine gunned and they took off down the road.
"Haruko!" he yelled over the roar of the hyped up engine.
"Whaaaaat?" she yelled back.
"Why the hell are we trying to get ourselves banned from everywhere that sells milkshakes?"
"Rule number one of road trips Ta-kun, keeping me entertained!"
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As you can see, via either slackness, sleepyness, no-news-to-post-ness or simply not-give-a-damness, I dont really keep this up to date anymore. Fortunately, through the miracle of let-it-all-pile-up-and-then-let-it-go-ness, I can relate to you a few months of info in a short go....ness.
Helath wise:- sucky, back into hospital next for for second operation.
Work wise:- sloppy sucky. New dep. manager = in. My hours = out. Store manager - still a 'tard.
Hobby wise:- Christmas lights are up. Successfully destoryed a cable box reciever from the overload of elextrical devices. Whoo.
I saw those Pirates movies, and I picked up some fancy light up Jack Sparrow and Davy Jones we were selling. While my hours are in the Gary Glitter, Im gonna make a fancy wooden box, make a little "Deck of the Black Pearl" complete with a broken mast, torn sails and maybe/maybe not an undead monkey, and sit the two inside it. Put some lights in the roof, a pane of glass at the front and make it a bit of a display. (they're facing each other, swords up and what-not)
Im not THAT big of a fan of it, but I got the idea and I decided I wanted to do it before someone else does.
Misc wise:- Thats pretty much it. Thankew and goodnight. *bows*
Q: What was Michael Jackson's first mistake?
A: Michael Jackson should not have been singer. He should have been a priest. Then, he would have only been transferred.
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Well, it's Tuesday, 5:27am. The reason Im up at this time? Cam finally got his fill and found another job, so now it's 2 people doing whats essentially a 4 person job. Whooo. I do many long early hours - I know what your thinking, "sucks to be him." .. yaaaan you're right.
Im getting by though. Why? Cause in like 2 months Im putting up the Christmas lights. yeah yeah, I know, bit old to get excited and a bit early to do em. Well, to bad! Theres just something about spending a day doing nothing but increasing the risk of a fire at home tenfold by decking the place in lights and flammable tinsil... Or maybe I'd be wiling to do anything to get outta work once and a while and playing with silvery-bluey things seems most appealing. Lack of sleep turns you into a stoner, mate - I got a brass hook sitting on my desk here from last christmas and it's shiny, so right now, it's my pal. Ohh, shiny!
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My friends, compadres, comrades and all in between, I am now 21 years old. Thankew!
.. I don't feel any older. And Im certainly not going to act any older. And so, to the rest of the world.. Nyah!
Also, anyone with Xbox live, try and lookup Takun21.. I cant figure this stuff out. *fiddles with controller*
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Well, after almost 3 years in the same job, working with the same people, looks like things are going to change. Cameron's getting the news about a job interview tomorrow, and with him gone, Demien reckons he'll go looking for work elsewhere too. Seeing as how he doesnt drive either, I'd like to know how he goes, but anyways.
This leaves me on my lonesome. Now the store I work at which I affectionately refer to as Hell (Hell on High in summer, Hell frozen over in winter) is a subsidery of a bigger fish called Coles. So soon, Hell will be called Coles and the Coles people will be coming in and replacing us and running it their way.
Coles. Coles people are evil. They are evil right down to the core of their soulless burnt out husks of body's, which are animated by the life force that is sucked out through it's other stores, and their body is powered by a twisted shrivled up organ, ad black as the night which pumps a thick sticky and indeed flamable substance, that, when comes in contact with regular human skin, can cause blindness and paralysis. Kinda like those spitting dino's from Jurassic Park.
If it was the 30's, I could sum them up as "Comes people are tha Devil! They the Devil!!"
(Interesting note - American super-store-thingy Walmart might buy them out.)
And so kids, Uncle Ta-kun 9because workign at hell has made me less younger, Im sure) is at a delema. ... what the hell do I do for work now? I cant rally up and down with a sign going "They tewk mah Jerb! (They took my Job!)"
Or CAN I? ... nah, I can't.
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When I am king, there shall be no handicapped parking. Instead, there shall be stripper parking!
When I am king, everyone who cant speak english will be considered Puerto Rican!
When I am king, I will revise the sexual bases system so that getting to first base will include oral sex and sodomy!
When I am king, football will be called football and soccar will be called poofball.
When I am king, there shall be no work of a sunday, for hangover recovery.
When I am king, walking will be taken from the Olympics, and replaced with pole dancing.
When I am king, Saturday shall be paid with sunday's rates.
When I am king, the term gay will be absolete. Instead, they shall be called "embassadors of cracktown".
When I am king, onle one embassador of cracktown per village!
When I am king, any all-female intimate relationships shall be supplied with video cameras!
Your king has spoken!
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[19 Jul 2006|07:55am] |
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Yeah yeah, it's something I forgot to put up here when i finished it. So.. umm.. played Star ocean 3? No? Nothing to see here, move along.
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Well, I'd like to do the whole "Dear world, Im fine" jazz again but I probably wouldn't get away with it. So, lets have a real update.
First, I still work in a store. Stores were first introduced in Australia in 1932 to create social alienation and drive local merchants out of buisness. It was opened in 2000 by her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, though for an extra $50 we could have got Christopher Reeve.
It's been approximately 117 days since I've had my operation. operation's are finicky these day's. You can either do the surgery yourself, or check into a hospital. I myself checked into hospital. I got in at 8:00 am and was checked out at a half-passed-Pamella.
It's, again, 117 days and Im still healing. Although it's gone from one large open wound, to one large and 2 small wounds, to now one very small open wound. Being it a long time, the problem now is if the wound heals over before filling.
"Arnt fat people loathsome? Just look at their stupid fat faces. I'd like to give them all a punch on the nose, but I cant - I'm too fat."
I'm starting slowly to save my money. It's a long task, but thank's to my bank, I'm slowly getting there. No thanks to my Mother, Im falling behind sometimes.
TRIVIA: Bank's were introduced into the country back in 103 A.D. Before then, people would either spend it or nail it to the back of a door. Theres nothing I love more than a good bank!!
Our store is headed up by a little evil man named Mr. Dean T.
Actually, thats a bit clear. Make it, D. Tucker.
Anyway's, he's a little twat who blames others, is hated, is a royal fuck up, and suffers from short-man syndrome. I like to call him the Oompa Loompah. Shortly ago, He-Who-Looks-Up-Alot did something baaaaad. (In that it wasn't really, but it was his final warning) and he took off for 8 weeks. Nutcase. Literallty, he snapped. Now he's back, and in 4 days someone left. The little slagger nitwit is now after a few of us (and I am proud to say I am not only in it, I am high on the list because of my smart-assery towards him) and I'll be buggered if it actually gave me some headaches before I realised it. So, I've been trying to think what else I could do instead.
Possible Jobs (in order of plausability)
1. P.A. announcer at airport.
2. World Domination.
3. Porn star.
4. Paleontologist.
5. God.
Maybe need to swap 3 and 5...
Oohh! Prime Minister! Rule the country! If you collect enough tokens from the back of Coco-Pops, even YOU can send away and become Prime Minister!
Nah.
Maybe Uni?
If you plan on eating Chilly Con Carne for Three years and spending the rest of your life in debt, why not go to University? I very nearly once got into University, but security stopped me.
So, I like to think I have given a substantial update. Not bad since my last one was like.. errr.. January.
Once again, I is alive, not dead. In case anyone forgot, Im that person who like wants to like be in charge of like the whole like thing. But I'll settle for winking at a police woman, or digging up Dinosaur bones for 2 months in a tent with a dozen people of mixed gender.
(When I was 7 I decided: Dinosaurs rock, and archaeologist women do it til sun up.
Lot's of love, joy and all that jazz,
~Ta-kun
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[20 Jun 2006|02:32pm] |
I got a new Userpic! Mainly on accoutn that because of a few silly ad's I get 15 now. (and it being my break I've only whipped up this one).
Nene Romanova. Why? Because she's so sexy/cute it's criminal. (Even if she is flat)
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[12 Jun 2006|04:05pm] |
Dear world.
I am fine and not dead.
Hope you can say the same.
Lotsa love,
Ta-kun
(Profesional underwear model and exorcist)
"Be careful with that! Holy water is expensive! It's mixed with the urine of seven virgins!"
"It's just tap water."
"Oh, I asked you to do ONE thing....!"
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