Mood: Yay! Writers block is starting to go away! I should be writing, not blogging!

Haven't posted in a while, one third due to my internet being a whore over the past week and randomly melting down on my ass when ever it pleases; one third being because I'm lazy; and the last third because my eye is twitching right now and is driving me insane, and I actually can't remember what the real final reason was. So ignore that last one third of a fraction. I would try to spin a pun involving fractions and math at this point but I don't remember anything from Math30 Pure. I hereby appoint this task to Brock.

The new opening theme for FMA, "Rewrite", is awesome. It's like . . . FREEZE FRAME! Head bob-age. GROOVE. Yeeee~~~~aah.

We had an Alien and Predator -athon for Chris's birthday on Saturday. That's all three Alien movies -- because according to the angry mob that are my friends, "Resurrection" doesn't count -- and two Predator movies. Put them together and they ultimately combine to form the Brenna Doomsday Device decked out in scary monster costumes. I used to be a horror nut back in the day, but then the Gremlins movies ate my soul, and now I'm very much not. But I watched them anyway, because I'm stupid. Alien was all right, I felt good; after Predator I was still going strong; Aliens left me in not so fine shape; then Predator 2 punched me in the fucking face. By the time we were about to finally stick in the third Alien installment, I whipped the blanket off my head and firmly declared that enough was enough and that I was going home for fear that the final movie would send me into another Gremlins relapse where I refuse to sleep in a room alone or walk around my house without every single light on for a full week. So I drove home ALONE, in the DARK, swearing at myself for being so STUPID, then RAN into my house and stayed up watching two hours of Sailor Moon before I decided I could go to sleep.

I've been invited to the Alien vs. Predator movie. Call me crazy, but I don't think I'm going to go.

In other news, I'm very sad that the fansubbing group, Spoon, seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet without little as a word and have forced me to finally pick up where they left off and begin watching SS and Sonchou fansubs of Full Metal Alchemist. I don't like having to switch subs mid-series, and Sonchou quality is not Spoon quality. Emphasis on the sadness.

And god damnit, they killed off Kimbley. I cried, I raged, I was very close to writing angry letters. At this time, I wish to take a moment to fondly remember Kimbley, in all of his gleeful bomb crazy glory. Even so close to death he looks so happy. ♥ That aside, this is really becoming an alarming trend in FMA; first Hughes, then Greed, now Kimbley. . . Eventually they're going to continue smoking off characters until they kill off every single living person on the face of the Earth except for Ed, Al, and Roy; and Ed and Roy are just going to stand there glowering at each other and Ed going to be like, "I hate you," and Roy will be like, "I hate you," and Al's going to have no choice but to just sit there on a little dune of sand brooding about how he got stuck with the two most gloomy, angry, and bitter people on the planet. He'll probably wish somebody had killed him off too.