Wheee, exchanged presents with friends tonight -- well, Amanda didn't have mine there, and Jenny didn't have either mine or Coleen's because her sister stole the car which they were sitting in, and I didn't have Jenny's there because I can't buy it until Tuesday. . . Luckily, however, Coleen came very well prepared -- if not a tad late, but a "tad" late is actually quite punctual for dear Carl, so good on her -- and she had all of our presents ready and waiting. She gave me two Christmas ornaments -- one for our nice, old fashioned pretty tree upstairs, and one for our. . .*cough*. . .somewhat more tacky and what we like to think of "special" tree downstairs that includes ornaments such as the clay reindeer I made in elementary that looks like a large, ugly pile of cow shit with some green pipe-cleaner antlers. I'll have to search for a small photo of the two of us to put in the frame, so Coleen can hang on our tree all the merry Christmas season. She also got me the "tATu" Russian lesbian fun-filled CD which is sweet ass and now she can finally steal back her own CD that I've been hoarding away for months, and to top it all off, a three foot long box of Purdy's chocolate which is great because it's chocolate, and did I mention it's a three foot long box of chocolate? It blows my mind.

Ha ha ha, oh my mom, she saw the homemade magnets I made for Amanda and Lance's presents and she lectured me on how they weren't appropriate. Really, come on now, how are magnets that say things like "fuck up some shit", "lotsa' lesbians", "MANLOVE", and several different pairings of "Lance x Brock, Chris, Vance", et cetera not appropriate? I suppose I should be grateful she didn't ask about the one that said "Jesus is yaoi." There would have had way too many questions for me to find answers to.

Lately, my brain feels like. . .*strains*. . .something. . .not fun. . . *Twitch* I have a million and one different on-going projects in the works right now and it's as if my brain is driving on the 60 km/h road of my imagination and mental capacity, but I'm going 180 over the delegated speed limit -- the gas is running low, the tires are squealing, the paint is chipping, and my windshield is sandblasted and covered with the green guts of assorted tiny flying objects. I've been feeling mentally and creatively exhausted, which is not good because I still have so much to do and none of it is even half done.

First off, Coleen's blog layout is making me annoyed and irate. It's not doing the things I want it to do and the things that it is doing can't be done because Blogger won't let me code it the way that it needs to be coded. I think I've restarted the template layout from scratch five or six times. No bad cookie.
Estimated Progress: 28.999994% complete

Secondly, my "Big Scary Out-of-Control Escaflowne Project" is, obviously, not yet completed, despite my wishful thinking that I would have it done more than six months ago. In fact, it's so far from being done that when I look at it and compare the amount that I've actually completed to that which I haven't, which stretched so far into oblivion and the next ice age, it makes me want to break down and sob and kick many cardboard boxes around the basement. However, this is still my main project for the next while, and I'm determined to finish it and I will finish it. All I have to do is stop eating, stop sleeping, quit my job, kill off the rest of the human race, and lock myself in a little dark room with only my computer and information resources and live as a hermit until I'm thirty. *Twitch twitch SPASM twitch*
Estimated Progress: 20. . .ish. . .% complete

Then there's the one big series of Escaflowne fanart pieces that I'd still really love to complete, one for each main character. I'm done Dilandau and Folken -- drawn only, keep in mind, since I can't color worth beans -- and half of Van. That's two and a half out of. . .ten.
Estimated Progress: 25% complete

And of course my writing. . . Oh, my writing. . . How I miss it so. I went through several months of continually updating my place on FanFiction.net, and now I have nothing to update or anything new to post, which makes me sad because I'm not spending a lot of time writing right now, which is something I really love. I literally have six folders full of brainstorms, dialogue, scene snippits, and assorted one-shot ideas for fanfiction pieces, all Dilandau-centric. There's only about three or four of them that I'm really serious about writing currently at this time, but the problem is that I can't work on any of them until I finish one specific one first. They're not in a series or an on-going story, but in each of them I have to reference things from this one or else it won't make sense. It's like a prerequisite I need to set the stage and give the necessary background information I need in all the other pieces which follow it, which sucks, because it's not writing well at all and my brain is drying up like a shriveled prune, and all I want to do is start on the fun ones. Blah. And don't even get me started on the two or three non-Escaflowne ficlets I have ideas for. Oh Touya and Yuki from "Cardcaptor Sakura," I have such the short little scene for you two. . . *Teardrop*
Estimated Progress: 35% complete

This doesn't even include the three different anime music videos I'd love to work on so I can get back to using my wonderful Adobe Premiere. . . Or the dozens of miscellaneous website details I have to get back on -- revamping BEANS, and continuing to update SLAP SLAP SLAP.

*Drowns her frustration and eats another foot off chocolate from her box*

I wanted to make a blog entry. . .but I realized I didn't have anything to write about, so. . .er. Here come more quizes. You knew the Escaflowne ones had to be here somewhere.

'What's Your Escaflowne Quality?'
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Nuts. I was really hoping I would be "Dilandau's Vengence," or maybe even "Dryden's Tree-Hugging Hippy Fetish." I suppose I should be grateful I didn't come out with "Allen's Poofy Sleeves and Disturbing Sister Complex." I would have had to go jump off something very high.

You are VAN FANEL!

ANIME QUIZ - Which Escaflowne Character Are You?
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"Little stupid?" Ho ho ho, the quiz gods are giving me a lot of credit today.

Yay! You know a lot about Escaflowne. Good job.

How Much Do You Know About Escaflowne?
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Holy shit, this is the best freaking test in the world, with all of its ONE SINGLE QUESTION. "What's the name of Van's mother?" Hot tip, if you pick "Varie," then yes, you too can even know just as much about Escaflowne as I do!

You are Allen Schezar. You're good with the ladies
and you know it. Or, ya know, whatever it is
you feel like charming.

Sand3's Escaflowne Personality Quiz
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Oh that's right. I am good with the ladies. *Paws at Coleen* After all, who can resist my extravegantly poofy sleeves and pink sword? Hold on tight to Amanda, Lance. *Rwor*

Dilandau Albatou

Which EscaFlowne Bishounen is Right For You?
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There he is. I like my men crazy and fire-hungry. *Glomps her adorable little sociopath*

Alright, I'm done with the quizes for now. Oh yes, and I just want to let the world at large know how much I enjoyed "Return of the King," but even moreso, how much I enjoyed the ending scene when Frodo kissed Sam on the forehead. I've waited through eleven hours worth of movie footage for that tiny glimmer of manlove between those two. I think my head exploded.

Got off my ass tonight and finished updating Beans Et Cetera . COM with its final writeup, so I can now forget about the silly thing. Wait, no. . .I guess I should put up a Prints Galore write up now. . . This sucks cookies. Screw it. It can wait.

Dude, I think I've listened to this entire CD four times through tonight. I'm zen. Completely zen. *Falls off chair and swears*

Muh ha ha, my newest Escaflowne doujinshi came in the mail yesterday, and I squealed with insane amounts of joy at the copious amounts of pretty Dilandau and pretty yaoi innuendo. All of the wonderful one page scans that I've collected all over the internet turned out to be all originally from this book, including the infamous Dilly seducing the entire world picture, as well as the short "Betrug" one-shot I already have on my SLAP SLAP SLAP site. I also squirmed with joy to discover that this is the same artist who drew my gorgeous "Shake Down" doujin. Wheeee! xD *Goes into spasms of fangirlish glee and ricochets across the room like a ping pong ball hurled by Rock Lee on acid* (Have I mentioned that Rock Lee kicks major tail?)

*Cough cough*

I suppose I really should begin working on Coleen's blog template. . .but. . .I can't read the sheet we brainstormed ideas on. . . *Squint* *Turns the page around in her hands trying to get an angle on it to read through the mess and jumple of words and diagrams, eventually managing to decern two things: she was, in fact, using a red pen as she initially suspected, and they decided the blog theme should be either "sexy fun yaoi German men in a green and silver color scheme" or "dirty romping old Germen senior citizens doing bad things with green and silver colored turtles." It's hard to read through the milk stain and the chocolate smudges. I guess we'll see what turns out.

And now I leave you. . .with more yaoi. (You know you want it.) ^^

[ Have some yaoi! ] [ Quick! Have some more! ]

Gya ha ha ha. *Shifty eyes* *Turns on Lance and Chris and demands they ravish each other again and again* By the by, Amandaaaaaa, have you finished my FAKE mangas yet? I'm in Ryo-Dee withdrawl. . . *Tear*

I'm done now. No, really.