chyna_rose23

I need help figuring out something for a fic I'm writing. I need an object to stick the spirits of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw in as well as someone to act as their reincarnation and receive the object. The object should be something that can be reasonably carried during the course of a normal day; preferably something that can be worn and should not be out of place for being an artifact from the time of the Founders. For those familiar with the anime/manga Yu-Gi-Oh, the objects will act like the Millenium Puzzle or Millenium Ring and the relationship between the founder and their reincarnation is like that of Yugi or Bakura and their respective spirits (at least in terms of how it functions).

Slytherin is already taken care of in this manner.

(Stolen from whiteangel_chan)

Choose 10 fandoms. Post the list and have your friends pick combinations. Write a drabble cross-over featuring these fandoms.

1) Naruto
2) Fullmetal Alchemist
3) Gundam Wing
4) Harry Potter
5) Digimon, season 2
6) Gargoyles
7) Fruits Basket
8) Buffy the Vampire Slayer
9) Weiss Kruez
10) Inuyasha

I just couldn't resist picking up this meme, so don't disapoint me. Give me stuff to work with.

I just found this cool net thing while surfing. I have it registered under my Orochimaru Agenda character just for fun. Click on the egg. That's an order.

    It ended up that I spent most of the night hanging out and being social. Which made the last day of the con a complete wash. I didn't get up until pretty late, and wasn't feeling all that good so I ended up spending the whole day in my room basically asleep. But what can you do.

    Today was mostly fail. I ended up oversleeping and not getting up till around 2 in the afternoon, and really didn't do much. I had some epic fail in terms of my costume; one of my waraji (straw sandals) decided that it was no longer going to stay tied, so I had to walk around in my stocking feet all day, my top kept coming untucked, and my crappy plastic ninja sword started to really come apart. But what do you expect for three bucks in China Town. It's not coming home with me.

    I did do a couple of panels, even though I spent a good bit of time hanging around my hotel room; more meh today. I hit up the Naruto panel, which was fun, and the Fullmetal Alchemist panel, which was also fun. Tomorrow I'm so gonna start picking up a couple of the FMA manga - mostly to read on the plane (cause go knows I won't be able to really fit it in my suitcase; at least not without some major repacking and treating it like that puzzle game with all those shapes).

    The last panel of the night for me was con horror stories, presented by a bunch of Guests whom I have no clue what so ever they are famous for. Which is really par for the course since I rarely know who's who. God it was funny; so funny I might've peed myself a bit. And there were a good number of stories too; enough to run about an hour over the schedualed time. The night was capped off by some elevator fun, and getting hit on by a cute drunk which was a great plus. And I learned a bit of Italian which was cool.

    A part of me is disapointed with myself. I haven't had anything to drink, and I haven't hit any of the dances/parties. I just don't feel like it. Which is odd since that's I think would be right up my alley. It's probably for the best though.

    So the first day of the con was today. Got up had breakfast, stood on line for badge, and then had a bunch of hours until anything was ready to do. I hit the dealers room a couple of times; got some really cool stuff there too. Although now the concern is how to fit it all in the suitcase for the trip home. Damn you bag o' random crap (tm), my one true weakness.

    I went to a couple of the panels, although most of what they offered didn't really appeal to me all that much; it happens. One was a panel on kitsuke, or for those wanting an English translation, how to properly put on a kimono. Even for a married woman, very complicated with many bits and bobs that I will forget the names of by the time I get home if not sooner. Which is why I bought the book on the subject that was offered at the end of the panel. Another panel I went to was a comedy one called 'Why Your Anime Sucks', which was pretty funny even if the guys running it were making fun of some of my favorite animes. But that's all right since I'm a firm believer in having the ability to laugh at one's self. Although I was tempted to do one bit of heckling... one of the comments made (against) Gundam Wing was on the feeling of behind the scenes homosexuality of the main characters, which was pointed out as being so obvious and all that only a moron couldn't (or wouldn't) see it. I so wanted to say: Duh. Why did you think we/I got into it.

Ok. So I made it to Ohio for the con safe and sound. The flight was pretty smooth and quiet; I managed to catch a bit of rest but it admittedly wasn't much since I'm so excited about the con and all. I made it to the hotel with little hang up.

The hotel's nice. I've got a fair amount of space, but not much of a view. There's a food court with things like Subway and pizza nearby in the hotel/convention center complex so I don't have to go outside to grab something relatively cheap to eat.

There was a small snafu with snagging the net for my stay; one of the letters in my intended user name somehow never got entered which caused some confusion. It's fixed now (duh).

Current Mood: hyper

Well, I'm pretty much all packed for Ohayocon this weekend. And since my flight leaves at 8 am, I'm aiming to get to the airport around 6 which means that I'll leave for the airport around 5 and in order to avoid oversleeping I'll reach 5 am by staying up all night. Not that I could sleep even if I wanted to; way, way  too excited.

It's crazy. I'm wearing three pairs of socks, two of which are nice woolen ones that I knitted myself, and my feet are still freezing cold.


Updates depending on if I can get to the internet and be bothered to do so.

Current Mood: hyper

Yeah, I'm not the best when it comes to updating this thing. Oh well.

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Earlier this month, Runescape added in a feature they called the Grand Exchange. I love it. It takes all the hassle out of buying and selling things through player to player trade; something I was never very good at. But thanks to the Grand Exchange, I don't have to worry about it. I've already made over a million gp, and bought myself a nice abby whip.

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I baked about two dozen cookies yesterday. Yummy molasses ones with a wonderful amount of ginger in them. Didn't take very long even though I made them by hand (the way I firmly believe cookies are to be made; it's the way I grew up). I'll try my best not to go through them too quickly.

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I saw the movie production of Sweeney Todd on Sunday. All I can say is OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!1 I *loved* the stage production I saw (the modern one; not the Angela Landsbury one). And the movie was just as good and... ALAN RICKMAN SINGS! And the cinematography... Ok, so my parents were more into that aspect than I was, them being photographers and all... but once again Tim Burton has pulled out the creepy goth for good effect. He was a good choice to direct.

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Now that I've got the problems with Nightlife figured out, I'd love to find a Temari and a Kankuro for my Sims 2. I already have Gaara and Naruto, among others, and would love to be able to flesh out the (living) Kazekage family.

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I managed to beat the first Ouendan on the easy level. For someone who so rarely beats video games and has sucky rhythm, that was a very cool thing to be able to do. Now if I can only get passed the last levels on the second Ouendan and Elite Beat Agents (the American/English version of Ouendan).

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My muses have deserted me. I haven't written anything in so long. Why can't I get something to a postable state?

Ohayocon 2008, here I come!

The plane tickets are booked. The hotel room's reserved. The registration fee and form are in the hands of the U.S. Postal Service.

So starts the countdown.

Current Mood: excited

Recently, Toon Disney had a Digimon semi-marathon of the later four Digimon movies. And next week, they're going to air season five. As a Digimon fan, this makes me very happy.

I enjoyed the four movies that aired, and I'm looking forward to season five (two words: Adult Digidestined

It's a shame that Digimon isn't offered on DVD. I would love to be able to plunk down my cash in order to get all five complete seasons plus all the movies. Of course this would be in standard anime DVD format; dual language English/Japanese with subtitle capability, uncut, original Japanese content.

What is it with store owners NOT posting the building number of their store anywhere?  It's almost as if they don't want anyone to find them after looking up their address! Ok, so it's not every store in the City does this... but why is it that every time I need to find a place from a street address, I can never do so easily becuase I can't find any of the building numbers of the places near it.

At least I managed to (eventually) find the costume store I was looking for and got varrious stuff I needed. Even if the people at Game Stop forgot to put the AC adaptor I bought for my DS in the bag with the games I also got.

Oh well.

Current Mood: annoyed

Major freak out time here folks.

I am now missing the back passenger side window. Well, not all of it; most of it's now in my backseat. I do not know exactly how it happened.

All I know is that, after getting into my car after work tonight and closing the door my window ended up inside my car. All I heard was the glass falling into the car; no smashing sound like something hitting my window to shatter it.

I work the evening shift of a fast food place in a tiny little strip mall near my home. Usually by the time I get out of work,  the parking lot's pretty empty. You *do not* want to suddenly be missing a window in a deserted parking lot at night.

Current Location: home safe
Current Mood: scared

After much trepidition, innumerable 'scarves', four hats, a handbag with cabeling, and three pairs of socks, I am finally trying my hand at making a sweater. And yes I find knitting a sweater to be more difficult and intimidating than knitting up a pair of socks.

But I am sweater shy no longer. I've found a pattern that I find is simple enough for me to follow without a headache. And I have begun. So far it's easy (ribbing for the bottom), and even when it starts getting into the tricky parts (armhole and shoulder shaping), I can kind of 'see' it even without *seeing* it done. Triumph, tradgedy, or something in between, I'll post when I'm done.

Current Mood: chipper

One thing it seems I left out of my last Friday Night Report, was the fact that I met a guy who I now am dating. Of course at the time, I didn't realise that we were going to hook up like we did so it makes sense that I didn't say something.

Tonight, after hanging out for a bit at his place, we ended up heading out for a (late) dinner at a cool Asian fusion resturant near the bar where we had met. The food was good, and we enjoyed ourselves. After that we went over to the bar for a couple of hours. It was fun, but there was no band which kind of sucked. The music the DJ was spining was good, so that made up for the lack of live band, and we ran into one of my BF's coworkers which was kind of cool. During dinner I had some sake, and at the bar I had a beer, a tequila sunrise, and a bailiys on the rocks - along with a taste or two from what my BF was drinking.

After a brief stop was made at White Castle where for the first time in my life I tried one of their burgers. While I don't love them, at least I'll eat them - which is a step up from the burgers at Wendys.

Current Mood: drunk

I am slowly being driven crazy, and if anyone can help me...

While browsing a site for DS games to buy, I stumbled across a few interesting ones. Unfortunatly, the games in question are Japanese language imports and I can't seem to find any information on it at all; especailly the important stuff, like can you play it if you can't read/understand Japanese?

And considering the cost of the game I'm debating about, I don't want to buy it and then find out that I can't play the damn thing.

Does anyone know anything about a game called Nankuro; in any form, be it papper & pen or the DS version?

Current Mood: aggravated

I want to kill that fuckwad in Grenich Village! How the hell do you let a rat problem get that bad without doing a fucking thing about it?

My gen manager called earlier. Apparently my hours for today are from 10 to 5 - mostly because someone else called in 'sick' (mother's root canal or some such). Just now I got a call from the day manager saying that my hours where 10 - 8 thanks to a memo the GM left her. Can you say  hell no? I told the day manager what the gen had told me, but we'll see what time I actually get out of there. And because Corporate's going to be 'coming by today' I may be working on little to no food or water - because apparently it's 'bad' to see a crew member taking a fucking hydration break in the front and keeping said drink somewhere in back's bad from a health/vermin standpoint.

I can't continue working like this; not for the ammount I'm paid. I just can't. Sunday was 11 to 8. Monday was 12 to about 10:30/closing. I'm not so enammored/desperate of the $ that I'm jumping at every oppertunity for that little bit extra a week. I've been good. I've gone in on time. I've done my work. And all I get in return is mesly min wage and the oppertunity to putter around with a broom in hand while as dry as the Sahara.

Well, I'm putting my foot down. No more. If I'm called up to come in early, or on my days off, or asked to stay late I'm telling them no. And I think that some day soon I'm going to have to call in sick in order to preserve my own health. I mean, it's not like I do that often anyway.

Current Mood: pissed off

 Today is going to be craptacular.

Work called last night. Due to Recent Events at other locations, Corporate's going to pop on by so work needs a full complement. So they call me needing me to come in four hours early, and like the sap that I am, I agree. Which means that instead of working from 4 to closing, I'm going to be working from 12 to closing. And this is after a 12 to 8 shift I did last night.

Ok, so a looong shift with little oppertunity to goof off (at least until Corporate has come and gone) might not qualify as sap inducing on the poor soul that agreed, but it highlights certain not so nice feelings generated by some of my co-workers. [Note: not all of them. J pulls her weight, and the New Guy/Probie's all gung ho]

I have a work ethic. They don't. We get paid minimum wage. So I end up feeling like a shmuck. I work my tail off. I do my job. I do what my managers ask of me the first time with little to no complaint - and certainly not a complaint that adds up to 'I won't do it' (beyond the standard 'but I just did that') and usually while on my way to do X. I show up on time, and when I can't go, I always call.

S, the cook, just likes to stand around or wander from one area to another. He'll need to be told multiple times what to make, and when he actually gets around to it, he moves glacially slow. He's been yelled at for this. Hell, the Gen Manager once threatened to dock him hours if he didn't move his ass in gear - he didn't. And of course most times he lets the food sit by the frier and get cold instead of bringing it up front where it belongs. He also has an annoying habbit of pestering me or someone else on the line to make tacos for him; no matter what else we happen to be doing at the time (unless it's actually taking orders; but as soon as that's done...). And there I am rushing around like a demented chipmunk on speed, feeling lucky if I can find enough time to stuff a biscut down my throat.

I want to be paid for doing nothing but occationally being yelled at or acting like it's a big effort to do what I was hired to do. I want to be able to call off or just plain skip becuase I just don't feel like working that day. But no. I have to go and be all responsible. The resentment's starting to eat me alive.

Current Mood: crappy

Yet another meme. This time I got tagged by jukesette.

Each player starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.

1: I work out fanfic ideas out loud, either talking to myself or my dog
2: When I was a kid, a friend and I ate goldfish flakes. I don't remember why we decided to do so, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
3: I am a habitual chewer. Headphone cords tend to end up in my mouth. I once bit through the first plastic layer on a mouse cord. My caligraphy pens keep getting shorter and shorter.
4: I use caligraphy pens even though I can't do caligraphy properly. The ones I like are made of plastic for the stylus with a metal nib. The end of the pen often ends up in my mouth. I have often stabbed myself with the pen - even drawing blood a couple of times.
5: I'm a Pokemon fan. I own a good number of the gameboy games, and have seen most of the varrious series. My ships are Ash/Gary and May/Drew. I also have a handful of unfinished Pokefic sitting around my harddrive.
6: There is this little fanfic that occationally wanders through my head. It's an All Grown Up fanfic where Tommy Pickles has trouble dealing with the fact that he's gay. I haven't seen it in a while though, but it'll probably be back one day.
7: I still miss this one Power Rangers fanfic site my best friend told me about way back in the early days of the net. It was a long series of individual porn fics with one connecting plot thread: part of being a power ranger is being hit by hormone spikes that only go away when you fuck somebody else - be it gay sex or het. If anyone knows that site...
8: No matter how good I actually am, I'm convinced that I suck at both dancing and drawing. Nothing is going to change my mind about that.
9: Even though I'm right handed, I can use chopsticks with my left hand - provided I don't try to actually think about it. I only figured it out after I caught myself doing so on a  vacation once.
10: I've had two pets disapear mysteriously: My cat Jenny and a fish named Xelloss. Not long after we got Laural (our dog), my parents hosted a dinner party. That night after the guests had left, some chicken got put in the cats food dish and Laural was put up in her cage bed in my room. In the morning, our cat Jenny was nowhere to be found. No doors had been left open while we slept, and the chicken was gone before the dog could get to it. Xelloss was a rainbow shark I had gotten during a mad fish craze of mine. He had a habbit of hiding in the gravel and swiming upside down at the top of the tank. He was fine when I went to the Gathering that year, but when I came back he was gone. He was not in the tank. He was not under the gravel. He was not inside the tank ornament. He was not in the filter. He was not stuck to the tank lid. He was not lying dead on the top of my dresser where the tank sat. My mom, who was fish sitting while I was away, swears that she didn't find him dead and not tell me - which means that his tankmate couldn't have eaten him as he was bigger than them and my mom would've seen his partially eaten courpse if he was.

And I'm tagging: keire_ke, thetis_argent, windsorblue, disafan, whiteangel_chan, katikat, utensil_drawer, dogmatix_san, rinsbane, and lady_necros. I hope that there's no hard feelings for the tagging.

Current Mood: tired

It has recently come to my attention through a mailing list, that there is a petition out to have FFN ban two accounts who may or may not be the same person IRL. The reason for this proposed ban is that the writer(s) in question post fics that are homophobic, racist, sexist, and just plain offensive.

A quick check of the offending accounts (despite the fact I didn't actually read the posted fics) revealed that, at least in public opinion, the charges are true. And the offender seems unrepentant of his/her views.

That said, and even though his/her fics may be drek better left in an abandoned folder hidden in the depths of My Documents, I have to say that I cannot in good conscious sign that petition. As far as I'm aware, none of his/her fics go against the rules set out by FFN. There is nothing on FFN that says a story can't be morally repugnant or badly written (the main reason I haven't looked at the actual fics. I have a low tolerance for bad writing). FFN, within the bounds of its rules, is a public site where anyone and everyone can post fanfic reguardless of content or message.

There are many fics by many different writers that are homopohbic, racist, and or sexist. That alone shouldn't be a reason to get someone's account kicked. Provided that a writer stays within the bounds of the rules, they are free to post what they will no matter how many people will be offended by it. Hell, most of my works can be considered offensive - I am an unrepentent yaoi writer, and my Velvet Underworld for one reason or another seems to toss social mores out the window. Yet (as far as I'm aware) there's no petetion to get rid of me for the content of the body of my work.

I may not like what the writer(s) of the accounts in petition have written. I may be one of the first in the 'shut up you sick, sad fuck' chorus. But I will stand by his/her right to write and post it. The first amendment is alive and well in cyber space my friends.

However, on a side note... in his/her bio on one of the accounts, the writer makes a statement stating that (and I quote)"I was molested when i was 6 so you have to just sign all my work off as phycological problems and not get angry at me". That I highly object to. I'm not discounting that the molestation actually happened, or that it left a lasting negative psychological impact on the writer. What I am objecting to is the claim that I can't be angry at him/her for his/her works despite the fact that they outright attack me as a fan of yaoi. Freedom of speech or no, no one has the right to tell me what I can or can't feel. There is no excuse for someone else to dictate my emotions. Besides such things are impossible. I'm going to feel what I feel regardless.

I wonder if I should enlighten him/her of that fact?

Current Mood: irritated