13 November 2002 CE 10:55 pm
Because this was funny as all hell.
So we're reading The Libation Bearers in class, and I'm reading the part of Orestes and Daphne is reading the part of Electra, and we're in the middle of an exchange (in front of Agamemnon's grave) and really getting into our parts and the radiator (because schools in Hayward have no central heating) we're sitting next to starts banging. The scene goes as follows:

Me(Orestes): O Earth, bring up father to watch me fight.
Daphne(Electra): O Persephone, give us power - lovely, gorgeous power!
Me(Orestes): Remember the bath - they stripped away your life, my father.
Daphne(Electra): Remember the all-embracing net - they made it first for you.
Me(Orestes): Chained like a beast - chains of hate, not bronze, my father!
Daphne(Electra): Shamed in the schemes, the hoods they slung around you!
Me(Orestes): Does our taunting wake, oh my father?
Daphne: ...What's that banging noise? It's driving me nuts!

The response from Simone? "It's your father speaking to you from the grave! Knock once for yes, twice for no!"
10 November 2002 CE 1:09 pm
Sentai Roll Call!
Went to SJ and SF kino today. Here is what I got:
Da! Da! Da! 9 - cute, love, end of series.
Shin Da! Da! Da! 1 - spin-off of above title, happiness, but not quite as cute.
Who is Fuou!? 1 - Random shounen pick, reminds me of real bout high school except the boobies are smaller and the main guy is chibi. Not worth it.
Wangan Jungle - vol 4 of tamutamu variety theater. Yumi Tamura writes some really good short stories, haven't read the ones in this compilation yet, they're decidedly darker than others though.
Tokyo Shounen Monogatari - short stroy collection by Marimo Ragawa, the first two stories are really cute but sad, haven't read the last story yet.
Bleach 5 - Quincy Archer STILL does not hate me nearly enough. Of course, I still need more Bleach.
Gantz 1 - pornographic, violent, and decidedly fubar. Puu needs to read this.

Also picked up my Asuka 11. Am in happy place because of the sexy sexy Lawful Drug furoku. In SJ renewed Asuka subscription and subscribed to Crimson.

Ate cold soba, tekka don, raviolis, keeki, and drank a blue soda. Few things in life are more enjoyable than sitting around steph's kitchen with food and a pile of manga between us, reading, talking, and eating. ^-^
7 November 2002 CE 8:23 pm
Hate.
If you've known me for at least one winter, you know this about me. I hate rain. Not in a basic "ew, rain" type of way, its much more personal than that. Despite my being an athiest, I think I would join any religion that had god(s) that would listen to me about the weather and NOT HAVE IT RAIN NEAR ME, or at least take responsibility for the weather so I could yell at them. Rain is cold and wet and I get cold and wet and miserable and moody. Besides, I used to live in the Pacific Northwest, it rains there all the time. You know what they tell you about California when you live there? It NEVER RAINS. Lies, I tell you, lies. Its raining right now and I feel betrayed by the cultural myth.

Once upon a time in California there was a grocery chain called "Lucky's" and they had one of those cards that would save you money. They got bought by a different chain called Albertson's, and the first thing Albertson's did was to eliminate the cards, they even campaigned about how it was better. So I go into Albertson's a couple days ago, and guess what they're signing people up for? Yup, those savings cards. Hypocrites.
1 November 2002 CE 6:28 pm
Lump
I'm a lump. Too much sushi, too little sleep.

Quick and dirty halloween recap:
1. Borrowed trenchcoat and found appropriate paper bag
2. free food from safeway!
3. Heidi as the pimp mastah ninja from outer space Ronald Regan
4. Diana as ghetto cop-out Chii
5. doing interesting things to Ronald Reagan's head.
6. the amazing number of things that got stuck in Diana's cleavage (including Ronald Reagan's head)
7. the traffic sucked
8. Kane's worm impersonation.
9. The bloody sword!
10. Breaking Natalie with the Chinko Ondo in english
11. Bad pirate jokes!

And that's all I can remember
29 October 2002 CE 10:21 pm
I feel the urge to rant.
My mother does not like rock music. She likes pop, some hip hop/r&b, classical, but NOT rock. She doesn't even like the later Beatles albums. Not only will she come into the kitchen and complain about my music, she'll sit there and actively MOCK it. This of course really PISSES ME OFF. Within the next couple months I hope to be replacing my Queen cassettes with CDs and then I begin a crusade to drive her nuts. Because while I can understand not liking something, she's just cruel by making fun of it. RAR.
29 October 2002 CE 12:00 pm
mmm...books
What I really need is a good bilingual version of Don Quixote. A good english translation (because so many translations are too literal) side by side with the original spanish (because the spanish has a flow to it that the english NEVER has).

Went to borders today on an errand for my mother (god I felt so dirty buying her cliffs notes on Hamlet, I may never be clean) and I did NOT buy: The Decameron, any of the reissuings of Stephen King novels, Midnight is a Place, the new Mercedes Lackey book (yes, I admit to reading that trash), Earl Aubec, or my very own copy of The Tragedy of Doctor Faustus. I could have though. Bought all of those. But noooo, I had to be good. *sigh*
28 October 2002 CE 8:54 pm
Collected rants
This morning I woke up, got out of bed, and COULD NOT FIND ANY CLEAN PANTS TO WEAR. This is Puu's fault. After all, she's evil and she has pants ish. I had to settle for a not-really-dirty pair of pants rather than clean pants so that I could get to school on time.

A couple nights ago I had a traumatic dream. I needed a haircut. This in itself was not traumatic. Either Kya or RnM (not too clear on that, tall, strawberry-blond hair, could be either of them) offered to cut my hair for me and promised not to do anything traumatic. Next thing I know chop chop I suddenly have blunt cut bangs. I've spent approximately 7 years of my life growing my bangs out, and wham, just like I had them. I was furious and raged at the mirror for a while and then in the living room began tearing a book apart. The book was a Michael Moorcock paperback novel with a cover like The Dreamthief's Daughter, except white instead of black (I would assume it was a paperback edition of the yet-to-be published The Skrayling Tree). I woke up shortly after this and was still feeling nasty and mad.

And now a less personal rant, well its not even that rant-y, just some stuff I've been thinking about. Yes this is Harry Potter talk, but its not really fic related, so it's here rather than on LJ. I think the draw for most people to the HP books is that the books are basically a daydream given words. Who doesn't want to escape from their horrible life where they're mistreated by other people? And not only escape, but find out you're capable of doing magic, and even among magic-users you're special, a celebrity. The stories are a series of cliches and wishes. The Dursley family is so bumbling and nasty they seem almost straight out of a Roald Dahl book. Draco Malfoy is a typical rival, nasty, but not particularly harmful. Hogwarts, if you leave out the magic, gives rise to situations found in any story that takes place in a boarding school (the nasty teacher (Snape) the strict but kind teacher (McGonagall) the caring headmaster (Dumbledore), etc). And of course the typical plot of the nobody hero who has to defeat the nasty big Dark Lord despite other more competent people being on hand. The entire story thus far has been a cliche and a dream. So of course there's a huge following. But the dream isn't perfect, its not personal enough in many ways. Harry is rather generic and the other characters tend to be two-dimensional. This leads to the huge amounts of fanfic produced. Its easy to impose your own wishes on the characters and add a little bit of yourself to the dream to make it more your own. And everyone of course wishes they could, for just a little while at least, escape the real world and live in a dream.

Pic this time is from a one-shot story by Yuri Narushima called Deep Freeze. The guy in the picture is Yutaka Teshirosawa, a mysterious man who shows up and pays Yukiya Izumi, a teenage girl, to play a strange computer game called Deep Freeze (he also asks her to marry him a couple of times). Narushima-sensei writes some lovely one-shot stories. Deep Freeze appeared in the December 2001 issue of Asuka.
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