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Prejudice or Fair Treatment? You Decide.

Jusuchin Panjirinanu — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 02:57:02 GMT

If my track record shows, I really don't like it when people delete posts for no reason, no warning, just because they can't cope with the fact that, it holds a dissenting opinion. There are limits, like if someone was really just going crazy and calling your mom a and a and a . It'll piss anyone off. But if the post is pure logic, like the one below, well, it makes no sense. The situation called for was just another spark of the Guns versus Swords Debate that sprang up in the Kyoto Arc plot thing we're doing there. Situation was that Tsukuyomi of Negima fame (or infamous status) was facing off against Urd Tanzanite's gunslinger characters and mine. All were good in what they did. The argument started with the usual gun versus swords in a fantasy world. That the majority opinion in the real world, is to never bring a knife to a gunfight. In fantasy, that tends to be turned on its head, and in fact, katana wielding swordies can best a well armed and trained special forces operator. The below post was posted by our very own paradox:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sierra Latkje

Alrighty. I know I'm the new guy as far as the guild goes, but hey. Location, location, location. The verdict may already be handed, but opinions are there to be expressed, and as such, I'd like to put in my two cents regarding this matter.

Primus: The old DM rules. Interesting, save those are flawed as well, and a rather weak defense proving that ultimately no point was proven at all. First off, in regard to that statement, the DM is always right in his own mind, if he happens to mastermind the game, but without the respect and trust of his players, he's just a little man behind a cardboard shield rolling dice for himself. One of the most abusive powers of all Dungeon Master logic is bound in the fallacy of those rules, and it amuses me to no end to see those quoted laws, as it were, come up in any discussion. My day has truly been made by seeing this dubious set of rules used. Don't think this a personal jab; I feel the same in any instance of the so called 'DM Rules' used for any actual discussion or argument. It was meant to be a joke, not used in actual application. I've yet to meet a good DM that requires their use.

Secundus: Now to the meat. The argument about Negima being a fantasy setting negates itself, you see. A student not being a soldier is obvious in real world logic. However, on a similar note, being it is a fantasy world that logic also defeats itself, in a cyclical fashion, being as its very existing factor is cause for denial of the statement in question. What you're using to attempt to stop something from happening is just opening the door for it to happen. Let's break something down a moment and see if it makes sense from the way I observe it, being the new guy. But, being the new guy with most likely the most overall gaming experience until proven otherwise, it should be noted thus.

There are no 'equivalent levels' in Negima. As an anime setting, there are no levels, classes, hit dice, or any other indicator of a level of skill beyond that of what the writer injects into his medium to appease the populace that finds his product entertaining, as well as give him a creative outlet for his impulses. Now, apply this rather chaotic formula to an environment that requires cooperation from coordinators and the actors in such a play. Obviously some parts will have more overall capability, but how much is too much? Deflection of multiple projectiles is a determination of skill, in my opinion. Even in a fantasy environment, there has to be a general adherence to the realms of physical truth. A common student of mahora may not be able to use guns at the level of a military personnel person. But we are not speaking of ordinary students are we? No, we are speaking of main characters.

I saw a post above that refers to a sword cutting a bullet when the two opposing forces meet, that has real world basis. However, one must consider that there are factors for such a thing. First off, does the swordsman know the shot is coming? If not, how will he detect it coming in time to deflect it? If he does, what if there are other shots incoming? Do silencers figure in? Some of us are very detail oriented, and use that to our advantage. There are a lot of other points I could continue on, but the moral of the story is, not every skill will work in every situation. Even without an actual party mechanic, since western mages are after all, meant to work in support teams (according to actual Negima canon), there is always going to have to be applications of reality mixed with your fantasy.

Don't get me wrong. I hate discussions of real-world science in fantasy environments, but there will always be some modicum of it, because everything that suspends disbelief has its roots in something that has to be the target of that suspension, and those concrete laws will always hold their place. Without the rules to break, there would be no breaking; everyone would be flying, every mage would rule the world, and so forth, and so on, ad infinitum.

On a final note, consider in today's world how easy it is to learn how to fire a gun professionally, and with precision and skill, practicing just a few hours a day. If a child starts early under the tutelage of a parent, away from where law enforcement eyes would watch, perhaps even in a magical environment (such as a bubble against observations, which obviously do exist in Negima), you're saying professional capability with a gun is impossible at a certain age? That's a total contradiction of Negima's suspension of disbelief that I see quoted here. In a world like Akamatsu's, a child CAN be a soldier with the right backstory, and the right plothole; the amount of time spent on training (ie, students not soldiers), is a real-world mechanic and thus nullified by the very argument that makes everything possible that was used in a defense to attempt to make it impossible in the first place. I don't understand why you'd build up a wonderful explanation and then figuratively shoot yourself in the face, no offense, but..I see it as being a rather redundant cycle.

That's about it. If there's anything anyone wants to ask me regarding these opinions, feel free. I prefer to use messenger though if the discussion gets too lengthy, so if anyone wants it, just ask me for it. Gaia's a bit slow for things like this.

Prejudice. That's clearly the point in some places. Because we dare to ask. Dare to play our style while still conforming with theirs. Scared of what exactly? My character is not as good in firearms as Mana Tatsumiya (equal maybe, but not better), she has no magical abilities past 3, and even Nodoka and Yue surpasses her in that regard. The only thing that keeps me in this place, this supposed literate enclave. Nothing could be further from the truth. No flexibility. DM's word is law. Even if it offs players. Besides, a good majority of them seem xenophobic, not trusting me because I'm at odds with the mod staff and tenured players. Is this how you gain new members?

Or maybe its just because I called one mod out in terms of his 'baby'. His supposed perfect sniper rifle. Concealable, packs a wallop, and uses old, unstable, and completely less powerful cordide as its base propellant. Laughable for anyone with a customary glance through the cordite and smokeless powder articles on wikipedia.

Personally, if you're going to design a purpose built sniper rifle that can fit in a breifcase and spend thousands on it, I'd take the same money and buy a Knight's Armament Company SR-25 Carbine with silencer, folding bipod, and a Schmidt and Bender 1.1�4 x 20 Short Dot (with locking turrets). It'll be expensive, but not as expensive as making his suitcase gun, and is more...sensible. Sierra's post was deleted, most likely by the member below.

But I digress. The above post was a counter to the post below:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Chachamaru v2

Allow me to throw in my two cents; which has been agreed upon by ShadowOfIce. Feel free to contact him if you do not believe me.

Negima is fantasy. As long as the concept of fantasy exists, the rules are free to bend. Getting into a heavy real-world discussion about firearms vs swords (the former of which I'm not too happy about the large amount present anyway >.>) is really not worth the effort.

As long as a weapon fires any sort of physical projectile or beam, it will, as shocking as it may seem, be subject to being flawed. A projectile can be deflected or blocked - all it needs is something in the way. Arrows can be snatched in midair, grenades can be blown away with a blast of heavily compressed air, and a bullet can be blocked by a sword.

Just because you have knowledge of real-world firearm mechanics does not make you Die Ubermensch. Everyone has flaws. Negi has Flaws, Xenon has flaws, even Cassandra has flaws.

Remember: You aren't soldiers. You are students. Stop putting so much emphasis on the firearms logic and remember that Negima is set in a Fantasy world. The number of bullets being fired at the person is irrelevant - if they were skilled enough to parry one shot, they could easily parry multiple ones.

Verdict, as decided by both Chachamaru V2 & ShadowOfIce:
Bullets can be blocked by swords - but if it is done to an abusive degree, the Crew will step in and point it out. Rules 1 & 2 apply to this decision.

Rule 1.
The DM is Always Right.

Rule 2.
In the event that the DM is wrong, see Rule 1.

Granted, I was always the most outspoken out of all the newcomers there. But then again, I've toed their rules accordingly. I think it's just the fact they don't like me.

Public Service Announcement

Chris Ganale — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:14:03 GMT

I am freed from the debt of slavery to the ghost of Sam Walton. Today, I was given my "Decision Day" for my "lack of productivity" (I find it strange how I never had productivity problems up until we got that new little fuckshit manager). My decision, in grander terms, was to no longer continue to dishonor myself by serving a dominating, overbearing, cross-eyed, megalomaniacal, self-satisfying neo-Napolean.

Of course, I've yet to officially hand in all related documents and paraphernalia, which will happen on Tuesday. But that's the end of my servitude to Walmart. Which, in and of itself, Walmart's a good place to work. It's just the stupid fucktards who kiss enough ass to become managers. Frank is the only exception. I have no idea how he got there. You cannot be a gamer and still kiss ass. Well, you can't be a cool gamer, anyway.

So, there's the public service announcement. And I'll eventually get back to telling the renaissance fair story. Eventually. Or you guys could make Alex do it. ;\

Roleplaying Ineptness and Issues with Idiots, Part 1

Jusuchin Panjirinanu — Fri, 02 May 2008 18:46:25 GMT

"Roleplaying is like writing a story with several people."
-Unnamed friend.

Roleplaying. This is merely a follow up to the Identity Issues and Melancholic States blog entry, written, oh...like a few hours ago for me. The focus mainly is me venting about roleplaying. In particular, online text based roleplay.

I know many people scorn it. I know many people would hate me for it. But guess what? Tough luck. I have my preferences and you have yours. If you're going to bitch about it, shows how mature you are eh? Bitch because it isn't like DnD. Bitch because it isn't like World of Warcraft. (which is a very shitty game, compared to others out there, especially when compared against EVE Online)

But my main beef comes from idiots. Noobs or not, it all comes from idiots. I've role played for 4 years, and I'm still growing. I've reached a stagnation phase where I've yet to evolve more, but its provided a fairly good view at the masses in the metaphorical climb up to roleplaying nirvana to bask in the likes of Gary Gygax, Viola Spolin, and Richard Allan Bartle.

So...what's the purpose on this rant? Well, its mainly me reminiscing on the good old days. When people applied themselves to role plays and used common sense, some intelligence, to craft beautiful stories that usually didn't involve linear plots where it has already been covered by some other genre quite effectively.

People tend to also be influential in how I see where a roleplay will go. If the universe is created in compromise, or willingly joined, then there is the possibility for a good roleplay. But if the people within it are in different levels of literacy, and how serious the people are, it effects the overall 'fun' of the game.

I guess I'll save the actual things for a later rant, my train of thought has disappeared.

Identity Issues and Melancholic States

Jusuchin Panjirinanu — Fri, 02 May 2008 08:40:25 GMT

"The great artist is a slave to his ideals."
-Christian Nestell Bovee

Why is it that, I often think of things that has nothing to do with life? With the bearing I am setting it on? I mean, what has my online persona given me? It has given me nothing but grief, headaches, and I shall pass some blame on it. It has limited me. I took up the moniker of Jusuchin Panjirinanu. Jose Rizal. Lorenzo Ruiz. Okazaki Tomoya. Walter von Schenkopf. What had those aliases done to my life?

Once taken up, I can only look fondly or in disgust at the past. These names are all vying for control for dominance. I can be the diplomat and mentor, Jose Rizal/Jusuchin Panjirinanu. I can be the persecutor, Walter von Schenkopf. I can be my dream perfection, Lorenzo Ruiz. I can be the jaded man, Okazaki Tomoya.

So far, I've had much unpleaseant and painful memories with Jusuchin Panjirinanu. My life's a roleplay, always revolving around the circle of friends I have made with Chris, Jen, Mike, and Komm. I am mentor and student, an equal and subordinate. Why is it that I am at times haughty and high up, but sometimes overly humble and depressive? I dunno. I can't categorize myself, nor am I willing to let other categorize me.

Okazaki Tomoya is my current name. I have become an elder Jusuchin Panjirinanu. jaded to the world and merely a simple man. Finding joys at life's simple pleasures. Simple to me. Overly humble around superiors, haughty and oppressive around friends and inferiors. I don't think I can set it straight now. What sort of mask shall I play. Am I what my mother described me as? 'Demonio with the face of a saint?'

I honestly can't say.

Am I Legion? The demon of multiple entities? If so, which entity will take prominence and lead my life? Will it be the diplomat? Persecutor? Jaded veteran? I can't say.

But for now, I am fine. I wish to relinquish Jusuchin Panjirinanu. He has brought such pain to me in 4 years, and it cancels the good, or that good turns bad with age. I can't dwell on the past though. I must look ahead. Thus I want to drop him. And take on another mask. Okazaki Tomoya.

Okazaki is true to his real counterpart. A delinquent in limbo. The one I most connect with. I can't help but wish my life was his. I've yet to recover from this identity struggle, a paradox, seeing that this came about because I want to change to Tomoya's mask. I find trouble in such an unexplainable way. I shove my friends and family away yet I want them to be on my side. Has my quest to change masks turned me into a living paradox?

Man was one to begin with, but this logic is confusing. This mask of Okazaki Tomoya is also slowly taking over my real psyche. I've started on the path of delinquency. Where this will take me, I dunno.

"ARI-GA-TO... (For) giving me birth to this world
ARI-GA-TO... (For) Days we went through together
ARI-GA-TO... (For) Everything you gave me
ARI-GA-TO... I will sing (on) forever"
-Kokoro

Melancholy is depression. No doubt about it. My quest for identity has undoubtedly led me to doubt myself. And in a further exemplification of it. Uncalled for depression. Amplified emotions of self-pity and suicidal tendencies stemming from perceived failures and my inherent curse to micromanage my future. I dream fanciful futures for myself, only to not act on them and to see it fall apart.

This is my world, and I am happy to drown in such feelings, for I see the beauty in such. I see my fanciful dreams. My hopes. And I find them to be stronger when the bitter wine sweetens through actual effort. I have not yet learned to cry freely. I have learned sadness, but not the all too important skill of venting.

Life to me is grim through various ways. The responsibilities and requirements for the real world weight heavily on my childish and naive persona, turning me into the jaded delinquent type that is Okazaki Tomoya. But enough of masks. Melancholic states is the purpose of the latter half of this ranted muse post. I am neutral now, yet I wish for melancholy. I don't know why I do.

I really can't muse on melancholic behavior or states until I am melancholic myself. I guess that will wait until then.

Oh I wish I had someone to talk to. It doesn't matter now.

The first step is always the hardest.

Jusuchin Panjirinanu — Fri, 02 May 2008 06:51:21 GMT

Well, it is. Isn't it?

Then there is the second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Then eventually the hundredth. Thousandth. Millionth. Its my opinion, and I admit I got it from an anime, that without pain, there is no such thing as beauty.

Man lives to be a living paradox. An embodiment of the supreme diety's ability to be kind and mean to us at the same time. Many people don't realize this. They swing towards both ends of the human emotional and moral spectrum. And it isn't mutually exclusive. I mean, take for example some people. They can believe they are righteous yet they aren't humble, or use ways to force people to believe their side that can also fall into oppressive arrogance.

I'm guilty on all counts thank you very much. I don't believe myself to be the perfect person, because in order to believe so, you must be arrogant enough to believe in such an idea.

Grah, losing my train of thought.

Well. I'd like to merely comment on Dischord's entry. I'm done as well. I'd like both sides to look at it. You are only fighting a war of attrition over what? A stupid forum dispute? I can understand if you were all world leaders fighting over several hundred kilometers of territory, several thousand people, or several billion dollars of money, but come on.

Bobsy, your guys need to lay off. I am, and I'm quite sick of it. You don't have one of them piss off my only nee-sama. We're not blood related an all, but damnit, I never had an elder sister and she comes close to it.

I am not clean in this myself, and I admit to that. But I've laid off in the attacking. Why must neutral and unalligned parties be dragged into this. If anything, target me you damn cowards.

Enough of that. I need less stress from this bullshit. If some 15-20 year olds will want to fight over a forum issue with a 30 year old man and his cronies, be my guest. I'll just say this.

I'm burying the hatchet, and offering the other cheek. But I know where that damn hatchet is buried and I can easily dig it back up, and while you do strike the other cheek, keep in mind that other hand gripping the HK USP45 Expert in the quick release holster in the small of my back.

What I'm saying. I will retaliate if you piss me off.

Fuckers.

Leave Me The Fuck Alone About It

Dischord — Fri, 02 May 2008 05:36:35 GMT

Okay, look.

You do NOT comment my GAIA profile with trash about ANIMEB.

I don't care WHO is right or wrong at this point.

I am tired of the shit slinging from all sides, if they're bullies, LEAVE.

If you don't like them, LEAVE.

I hate D. Eva, I think she's a pretentious bitch, and hate the way she acts like she's so much better than everyone.

She seems to have no grasp on the fact that she's a person behind the screen, and not really the fictitious character that is Evangeline McDowell.

And that pisses me off, because she isn't any better than any other Tom, Dick, or Mary on the interweb.

I don't care if BobCat ever goes back to AnimeB.

EVER.

Do you understand me? I don't care who is right, who is wrong, or who stabbed who in the back. If it's that negative an atmosphere, he doesn't need to be there. No one seems to understand that prodding at a problem does not help you get past the bullshit. I don't know why people do not understand this simple concept.

I don't give a damn about the 'bullies' on AnimeB, because I ignore them. They talk bad about me? I ignore them. They try to get in my face? I ignore them. They're typing at me from how many miles across the country/world? Who gives a flying fuck about them or what they think? They don't sleep with me, or pay my bills. I have more stressful things to worry about than an inter-fucking-net forum.

You all need to grow up and get the fuck over it.

Fwee

Moonlit.Knight — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:13:48 GMT

I'm new to all this blog business.
*hasn't entered G-sanc for TOO long* D:

Blame Gaia. For all its shiteyness, it still takes up all my valuable time :sweat:
Lulz, Gaia emotes :xd:

wtf was a cat hair doing up my nose?
I guess we shall never know D:

Ok, I'm done ranting. Nice to see you all again ^^

oC Jam with my mate Effin

Leeni — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:23:47 GMT

Dude-with-gun-arm.

Yep. About... an hour. Maybe two. Arm needs touch-ups.

But yeah. Next; 'reforged Konoka' D:

Sick. T-T

Dischord — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 22:14:57 GMT

I woke up today feeling like someone had kicked me upside the head. My throat is sore and scratchy, my body feels like someone has kicked me upside the head, and what's worse, I have a doctors appointment at 9:30 a.m. tomorrow.

Someone shoot me now, please?

Soy Cows Say Meh

Dischord — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 15:24:41 GMT

Meh.

I know what my title says, but no, I am not a soy cow. I am however, turning into a closet blogger because I have decided to stop being so anti-social, and start writing down more about my life. I know, such a horrible thing I am doing.

I wonder why I haven't bothered thinking of blogging more before today.

Oh, right, because my life sucks.

I was issued a statement yesterday that says I have to appear in court over a past due bill I am unable to pay because I am completely and utterly broke.

Unhappy J is Unhappy.

On the bright side, I was the recipient of some pretty amazing sex last night, so I am in a state of over-joyousness. Or I would be, were my stomach not giving me raging fits. Either way, it's all good.

I'll probably post something more worthwhile later. But I doubt it.

Music: Soul Hackers Hyper Rearranged - Le Monde A Glace
Mood: Bland

First Arts for Blog

Leeni — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 08:30:42 GMT

I'be decided that the first art to be posted to this blog, will be Konoka.

Warriors Kuro

Chris Ganale — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:52:21 GMT

02-Mar-08

So me and my cousin Alex went to the renaissance fair today. We had the bright idea to dress up as samurai. So he had his purple-ish gi and black hakama, and I got a white gi and black hakama from my buddy Sammy. I peace-tied Shinaijou so they'd let me in with it, and Alex was going to take the naginata until he realized that he had no way of securing it so he didn't have to hold it the entire time. Decided to take my Kadaj sword instead. I also wore my sakkat.

So we get there, get in, and wander around. People give us funny looks for a while but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Bout ten minutes in, we saw what I have henceforth dubbed as the "kunoichi whore" or, alternatively, the "slutty ninja." She was wearing a black kimono-skirt-thing, the skirt of which stopped when her ass did. And then she had the like...schoolgirl sock things that come halfway up the leg. It was a disaster. And she only looked good from behind. And even then, only a little.

Back with more of the ren fair story. Before we continue this week, I'd like to introduce you guys to someone. Meet my inner muse, Moto-chan. She's the child version of Motoko from the early chapters of Steel and Heart. She is alternatively the source of my non-egotistic good feelings about the shit I've done, and the only thing that keeps me from going totally emo when shit doesn't go my way.

Hi, everyone! ^_^y

Pink? Dear gods, Moto-chan, why pink?

It was the only kiddy color.

Never, ever should the word kiddy be used to describe you. In any case, back on to the tale. So we had my other sister with us, and she was supposed to take pictures of the awesomesauce that was to happen that day.

Only she's nowhere near as good at taking candid pictures like Sen-kun is. =D

Seriously. She was supposed to be taking pictures of like, me and Alex walking around, or checking out stuff in shops, that kind of thing. She just kinda followed us around like a ditz the whole time.

And when he says "the whole time," Sen-kun really means like half an hour, 'cause she didn't stay but that long at all.

At least she did take pictures. Three of them.

Which she still hasn't given us. :(

True that. Well, I believe the next thing to tell is the jousting. Cos she was still there when we watched the first jousting event.

Yep, yep! It was pretty cool, watching those guys on the horses hitting each other with sticks. Only they weren't too good at hitting each other. I thought those big sticks were supposed to break into a million pieces when they hit each other. Maybe all that armor makes them suck at hitting?

Well, Moto-chan, they are European knights. That's an entirely different culture than the Japanese samurai. Most 'heavy' armor that was worn in the Sengoku era would be considered medium armor to those guys. And there was the guy who got knocked off his horse.

But even you think that was fake, Sen-kun!

Yeah, I do. That hit he took wasn't even hard enough to nudge him, let alone knock him out of his saddle. The jousting is usually 100% above board, but that was total theatrics.

So what happened after the jousting, Sen-kun?

Well, me and Alex continued to wander around. This was about the time we started to notice we were having a serious affect on the people around us. They'd clear out of our path, and every few seconds, we'd hear people whispering about us in awe and respect behind and around us.

Just like they should! You're strong so you deserve that respect, Sen-kun! <3~

Yeah, I don't even know what got me started doing staredowns. Just next thing I know I've totally ditched my normal attitude of not making eye contact with people, and I'm just staring down everyone I pass.

Didn't it start with those kids in the chainmail booth?

Did it? I thought I was doing it before then.

We can just say it started then. So tell that story! :3

Yeah, so Alex decided he needed to get a sakkat too or suffer sunstroke, so we went to one of the places that had 'em, and he took it to the chainmail booth to buy it. We didn't know it at the time, but they belonged to the next tent over, not the chainmail booth. Hey, it wasn't OUR fault that the rack of sakkats was RIGHT NEXT TO the chainmail booth.

So anyway, there was this group of punkass kids in front of us messing with the chainmail, trying it on and stuff. After a few of them put it on, one of the dumbshits looks at us and makes some kind of comment in which he called us ninjas. I immediately turned the staredown on him, and Alex just looked at him like an idiot for a few seconds, then turned back to me. This drew the kid's attention to me, where I touched off the staredown with my 'annoyed Seno' sound.

I think it's funny!

Strange child. Anyway, the kid immediately corrected himself by calling us samurai, and his entire posse split hella quick. We felt good.

Uh oh, Sen-kun's getting sleepy. Looks like that's enough for now. Next time, we'll tell you guys the story about the start of the Asian invasion, and more staredown antics. Bye! ^^

Okay, Moto-chan's taking another random absence from my thought processes, so it's just me again. A while after the incident at the chainmail booth, Alex was standing in line for some strawberry lemonade (yeah, I didn't get any of that, believe it or not), I was standing around nearby looking at the crowd. A group of people passed me to my right, and as I turned toward them, this old man literally froze in place and was giving me this deer in the headlights look. He did not move until I looked away. Felt kinda bad after that.

Coming soon:

- Staredowns
- The Soul Slayer chick
- Jousting
- Asian invasion
- Commentary
- Pictures

>.> Irony

Dischord — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:42:20 GMT

Well, I have more insane craziness to relate. Last night, Mike decided, on a lark, to reinstall Neverwinter Nights. That wouldn't be craziness, except we lost the piece of paper with the serial number on it. So we spend an hour tearing apart the room, not-finding it,when he suddenly moves some books, and I hear.

"That's some funny shit."

"What is?" I replied.

"I found it." he says.

I swear to god, my expression at that point was �.�.

"What do you mean you found it? Where in the hell was it?"

"Under my gaming books the whole time, apparently," he says.

I had to resist the urge to throw something heavy at him. I had screwed up my shoulder by searching through everything in the room to find this damn paper, and then there it was, under some books.

~_~

Needless to say, the rest of my day yesterday consisted of me grunting, grabbing my shoulder, and finally going to bed at some time, very very late.

Generic Blog Love

Dischord — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:40:17 GMT

Argh, some generic blog love today.

I spent the better part of the day sleeping, like that's any big shock. I awake to the scent of cooking food, creep out of my bedroom, and find that mother is making some Polynesian chicken. I proceed to drool all over myself until she calls me for dinner, until I find that...

It's so sweet it makes my teeth hurt. -.-

After a very liberal dose of soy sauce, and after grumbling about the taste, I abandoned the rice, and floated back into the living room, where my poor computer is set up. My desk is a wreck again, though that isn't surprising, and I started diving around on the internet for episodes of 'A Haunting'. I finally got the paranormal brigade we've been talking about started, Unio Mystica is the name I decided on, Mystical Union, and already have some members.

My gaming group has seemingly vanished, we can't find Sho, or Komm, so the game is on hold for the time being, much to my frustration. ;\

I'll probably write more when my day has consisted of more than three hours of being awake. xD

Mleh

Dischord — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:31:37 GMT

Bleh. The day has been relatively slow. I woke up today at 9 am, wide awake like usual, only to find that my usual show, A Haunting, would be coming on at one. Bad enough that my sleep has been screwed up, but I decided to fuck it up further by staying awake so I could watch television: I guess that's alright though, because watching it has become a regular event with my mother. We sit, watch the show, discuss paranormal theory, talk about religion, just things that I feel comfortable discussing with her.

I don't have much else to say in my blog tonight, except I'm still irritated that no matter when I go to sleep, I know I'm going to get a minimum amount, because my sleep has been so damn horrible lately.

Did I mention my shoulder is getting worse? Oh yeah, it's getting worse. I've had to reschedule my appointment for the doctor visit for the third time now, this time, it was put off until March 17th. I'm not looking forward to a needle in the arm, but I am looking forward to getting paid. Mleh~.

S'all you get from me for now.

- D