Mood: No longer rage-filled

Yay, Animethon was this weekend! Whoop it up now, y'all. Word. *Hand thing* Started off the festivities the night before with Lancedolf's birthday which was filled with Spiderman 2 and chocolate cakey times at my house. (Unlike it's predecessor, Spiderman 2 was cool. All they have to do is get rid of all the badly-acted sap exchanges between M-Jay and Peter and fill it in with more freaking Spiderman fighting Doc Oc on the top of a freaking bullet train and there's an all-star super hero movie there.)

We all camped out at my house Friday night, and Saturday morning dragged ourselves out of the house on four or five hours of sleep to make it to Grant MacEwan by nine so we could park ourselves at the front of the mile-long line for the vendor's room and wait for an hour until we were allowed in. AND MY KAKASHI PLUSHY WASN'T EVEN THERE. The one main reason I was so hyped to get in first this year and snatch myself one and they weren't even selling Naruto plushies this year. I wanted to cry. *Sits on the step pitifully waving her reserved twenty dollar bill from her back pocket* Guess I'll have to have him shipped to me in a little box from overseas. Saaa~ I missed out on the Full Metal Alchemist Edward pillow I saw too, damnit, I should have grabbed it when I saw it the first time. I did, however, buy two Kakashi key chains and a Gaara one, a handful of pins, and volumes two and three of Saiyuki.

Then Amanda, Jenny, and I all went to "Name That Tune" and the Amanda and me half of team three sat there very much useless and let the amazing thing that is the Lau sisters and their combined anime music trivia power keep us in the running. (We didn't win though. -__-;) I went to the Fanfiction panel which was disappointing because all it ended up being was a bunch of people trying to brag about and advertise their own stories and squabbling over insanely stupid topics. "I've written a stupider crossover than you have!" "Have not! I've written Evangelion and Harry Potter crossovers, stupid!" "I've done Gundum Wing, Inu Yasha, and Invader Zim!" "Ooh, dat's stupid!" "Stupid, ya, haw haw haw!" XP The Yaoi and Shounen-ai panel followed though, and that was obviously a whole lot of better. (Turns out Central Park Media is launching an affiliate company called BeBeautiful that will focus on licensing popular yaoi titles in America, which means there will be more English yaoi manga for me to waste my money away on. This may or may not turn out as a good thing. *Sweatdrop*)

Saturday night was wrapped up with the cosplay contest, which had some really awesome entries this year and almost makes me want to hop on the bandwagon next year as a sexy ANBU squad leader or something equally appealing that I won't look stupid in. You can't not look good as an ANBU. It's not freaking possible.

Saturday we all went back and slept at Amanda's, then got up and went straight back to Animethon the next morning. I didn't stay as long on Sunday though -- enough time to watch the two angsty-est episodes of FMA; sit through the first two episodes of Saiyuki which was enough time for me to firmly decide that the anime sucks compared to the manga and isn't worth my time; popped in for one episode of Witch Hunter Robin and two episodes of Get Backers; then one more quick browse through the vendors where I got to declare my bragging rights and general awesomeness over Chris about being right regarding Wolf's Rain already being out for sale, MUH HA HA HA HA!!! -- and then I went home. It was a good weekend though. *^^*

I was browsing through NarutoFan's fanart archive and laughed my ass off when I saw this comic strip. Does this just make me seem sick and twisted? *Shifty eyes* LOOK, A PIGEON!!! In any case, copyright to bloodstainedhands.

And now more comics of a somewhat less incesty type nature but still as funny:

The Truth by clingwrap
X-Men Dream Issue #1, X-Men Dream Issue #2, and Why, Wolfwood? All copyright by A. Mauchline of the hilarious webcomic, Nice Hair.

Holy shit, it's past twelve already. I hope I don't work early tomorrow.

Mood: Rage-filled

What is up with the freaking weather here?! Hail in July? Even for us so-called Eskimos up here in Alberta that's just crazy. Of all the times to hurl tornado warnings and flooding rains at us, it just had to come while the parental units are both gone for the week and my sister and I are left very alone and unprepared to deal with backed up drains and flooding basements -- "Shit, there's three feet of water in our basement. What should we do?" "RUN AWAY!" "WAIT, save the computers first!" -- not even considering potential whirl winds of doom that could pick our house up and fly it to Turkey. Who ever lodged that frosty stick up Mother Nature's ass needs a good healthy whooping.

Oh oh oh, and what's the deal with pulling West Edmonton Mall into the middle of the weather's big hairy tiff with mankind? Who told you you could come here all wrathy and raining down stormy winds and take our one and only tourist attraction down with you? You want to make this personal, oooh, you'll get it. All those angry Asian tourists with the video cameras that were forced to evacuate and ruin the ONLY reason they came to our otherwise worthless little Canadian city, yeah, we're rounding them up and together our guerrilla forces will kick your ass kung fu style! Ohhh, that's right. . . IT'S ASS WHOOPIN' TIME. "MORIKOROSU-----!!!"

(Actually, my handy online translator is telling me that this means: 'to poison to death; to kill by a prescription error,' but I think it would sound way cool if a warring band of angry Japanese tourists led by a flailing red-haired Canadian girl came screaming it at you.)

Hmm, all this rage is making me hungry. I'm thinking about actually moving and making myself a sandwich. This is me, sandwich bound. I'm sandwich girl. Sandwich power AWAY! *Flies off into the sunset in a blaze of glory, bologna, and cheese*

Damnit, I have nothing else to talk about, which means I have no choice but to resort to more irrelevant natterings about the most minuscule and insignificant incidents of my day. So I was at my till at work today, and all of a sudden the till directly behind me explodes with pure shimmery light sent from God and this half naked guy comes through the checkout to pay for his case of Coke. His shirtless body reveals gorgeous slighty-but-not-overly-tanned skin, hairless, and silky smooth looking. And here I am, standing at my till without anything to do and I'm very very bored and day dreaming, and I want to touch it. I want to touch the pretty man flesh~

It's prettyyy~

*Purr purr*

*Sparkle shine shimmer sparkle sparkle*

Then the guy owning the pretty sparkly-ness turns around and it's CORY FROM BELLEROSE. Bad sparkly! Bad shimmer, bad! *Goes and drowns herself in the bathtub*

Whee, I'm going to go watch the new episode of FMA now.

Mood: Happy

IGA Incident #1

One of the courtesy clerks carried out the groceries for a middle aged man, and while walking to his car the customer turns to the courtesy clerk and out of no where suddenly asks:

Customer: "If you died today, would you go to heaven?"

Courtesy Clerk: *Blink blink* *Long pause* "Um. . . *strains* . . .yes?"

Customer: "Why?"

Courtesy Clerk: *Nervous shuffling* *More straining* Um. . . Uh -- because I'm a good person and. . .I don't. . .kill people. . .?"

*Longer silence while customer stares him down as if he could bring down the awesome power of God's mighty and grueling wrath at any moment*

*Moment later, the man smiles and pats him on the shoulder, and when they arrive at his car and the terrified courtesy clerk has loaded his groceries, the man recites him a prayer and offers to tip him a free pocket bible. Courtesy clerk politely declines and streaks away like his ass has just been smote by God's big ass lightening bolt sent from the heavens.*

IGA Incident #2

I'm standing at my till and the female customer next in line is flipping through the magazine rack. Right before I'm about to start on her order, all of a sudden she turns to me and exclaims:

Customer: "I can't believe it! The Pope was squashed by another meteorite."

Me: *Long blank stare, mouth slightly agape, expression nonplused* ". . . . . ."

*The woman holds up the tabloid in her hand and headlines of an enormous meteor crashing down from space and crushing the beloved head of the catholic church plaster the front page.*

Me: *Gears slowly begin to whirl and function again in brain. Commence immediate internal struggle regarding reply and whether or not this is some elaborate trick by Sobeys mystery shoppers to get her fired. In the end, iron resolve crumbles.* "Damnit, they need to stop doing that, it's not very polite."

*Microsecond pause -- final elaboration on whether or not somewhere along the line a terrible misunderstanding has been made and now someone is feeling highly offended. Pause ends. We are both officially going to hell*

Customer: *Nod* "Poor Pope. . ."

Me: "We should start a Save the Pope group,"

Customer: "Good Samaritans Against Clergy Crushing Space Rocks! We could meet every Monday and Friday --"

Me: "We could make shirts --"

Customer: "And have potluck nights --"

Me: "With secret decoder rings and everything!"

*Groceries are bagged and paid for. Woman turns to leave and waves.*

Customer: "So I'll see you tonight at the support group. We can eat Pope-sicles."

Me: *Amidst trying to keep standing while laughing from reeling from the terribly bad pun* "I'm THERE!" *Peace sign*

Go on, ask me again. Ask me again.

In other news, I wish to express my frustration about Greed being killed off in Full Metal Alchemist, especially considering they just recently smoked Hughes. That's not fair. They're killing off all the cool characters. Color me disappointed.

All the recent discussion about the upcoming Animethon and cosplaying led me to trip over this page full of very awesome Naruto cosplayers. The Japanese are so freaking HARDCORE. I want to be a sexy Anbu squad leader too. Merf.

Mood: Good enough.

PSSH! PA-CHAAA! HSSSS! ARGH NERF XING! *More disgruntled noises* Why do I get pestered and poked every time I neglect my poor, hungry blog and yet I'm the only one who ever updates at all any more? How am I supposed to snoop into the daily miniscule and insignificant details about the ongoings and whatnots of all my friends personal lives if they don't publish it for me online on a regular basis? You guys might actually force me to use the phone to pry into your affairs -- but before we go to such extremes I'll probably just rape you one by one while you're each asleep. *Cracks her furry pink whip*

Upon consideration, I've decided to steal Chelle's thunder and beat her to the punch before she has a chance to post on her own blog and announce to the world at large that her hair is now black-with-a-tad-of-bluey-sheen, or at least that's what it was supposed to be, and instead there's a little more emphasis on the bluey-sheeness and less on the overall black. It's funky, in a very blue-blackish sort way, although it has the odd remaining streak of red because it turns out that I suck at dieing hair. The important thing is that I posted the news first and now all she'll have is second-hand blog postagness. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM COOKIES, EH? EH? And I'm awarding myself ten points for coining the word "postagness."

My freaking muffler fell off my car this weekend which I realize now accounted for the scary rumbling and clunking that it was making. *Cue rage* (I'm taking this chance to further abuse the FMA animations I stole simply because they're just there to abuse, and because I know how much they annoy every single person with any thread of human sanity who'll read this.) I'm assuming it was when I ran over that enormously-gigantified rock and heard that overly ominous dull scraping sound and following clank which I for some reason at the time thought nothing of. So now I have to shell out more money that I don't have to buy a new rear muffler hanger assembly, which obviously accounts for my MURDEROUS RAGE. Fucking road. Fucking rocks. I'm going to throw some beans at them and then punch them in the fucking face!

YAY! Animethon 11 is next weekend! I want a Gaara keyring. *Dances*

Mood: Sloth

I could take the time to strain and fluster and scrape what ever remaining gooey residue from the corners of my brain with a spatula for a half-ass reasonable excuse for the horrible neglection of my blog since I got back from Europe, but to hell with it. Sloth! Hear me, for I am Sloth! GYA HA HA HA HA HA -- *decides maniacal is just a little bit more exertion than she can handle in one day and stops* In any case, I am NOT dead, so you can all stop poking me with little sticks. *Crowd disperses, looking dejected*

Really, I've been too busy trying to catch up on my manga and anime and making some sort of decent leeway on some writing projects that I've left for dust the past six months that the blogging has been ignored. That and I'm LAZY. *Passes Sloth a cookie* But now I have no more anime to watch. . . I can't download any new Full Metal Alchemist since Funimation licensed it and is going to BUTCHER IT ALIVE according to a majority of the fandom, which makes me cry; Naruto I can't watch anymore because there's no codec for what ever new compressor or whatever ANBU and Aone are using that I can use on my Mac so they'll play and my PC is too slow to watch anything; and I can't even watch the last of Wolf's Rain that I've been so excited for because something's wrong with the CD. The anime gods enjoy slowly ripping out my soul and dragging it across the ground over pointy rocks and trampling over it with three-inch stilettos. It doesn't help that my internet connection has been going up and down for the last week and we only just figured out it was a problem with our bloody routers, not provider. Saaa~

I exercised the awesome, glimmery power to legally vote yesterday for the first time in my life in the federal election, if only just for the sole reason of making sure that Harper, the stupid fuck that he is, doesn't become PM and throw everything in a brand new circle of demonic hell fondly named after him. I despise the conservatives in all of their stupid conservative ways. Turns out liberal won with a minority government though. I don't know everything that really means but I do know that that means that they can get creamed trying to pass legislature or something and then we'd have to have another election and this whole stinking mess will be thrown up again. BAAAAH. I hate politics.

I also went to the doctor yesterday about my cough and on-again-off-again sore throat that I STILL have from Europe THREE WEEKS AGO, and now I have some weird pulsing headache behind my eyes that won't go away even if I smother it with Tylenol. He did some tests and sent them off to the lab and I have to wait to hear from him. I must be dying. That's it. Gotta be. There's no way in hell a cold can last this long unless it's some terrible plague sent by Satan to destroy my immune system and eat me alive like little amoeba-sized ants from the inside. Damn Satan. . .Jesus probably never had to put up with this kind of shit. I'm converting.

I have to wait until August to register for any of the part time courses for Grant MacEwan this year since my plans for full time school got toasted. I'm thinking I'll just try out for the Web Design certificate and some Photoshop or Premiere classes and that'll fill my schedule up with something interesting that'll keep me busy while all of my friends are off being educated and knowing what they want to do with their lives. Some body told me I don't need to start stressing about my future hardcore until I'm at least twenty-two. That's what you've all heard, right? Right? *Crickets chirp*

Chelle and I went down to watch and walk in the annual Pride Parade in Edmonton on the 19th, I missed it last year because of work, so it was cool to get a chance to go this time. I didn't think there would be even half the amount of people there as there was, it was freaking huge. We both got rainbow bracelets. *Jingle jingle*

AHHH! And a big sorry to that sister person in question -- I never wished her happy birthday blog love last week. Like I said, Sloth. In any case, a very belated HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. *Throws naked men on her bed since Jonny's away in Thailand* Love ya, babe. *Smother glomp glomp headbutt*

My Visa bill came. I have no money. I'm going to go wallow and die in my pit of evil debt now. *Cries*

And a quiz just because we haven't had one in a while.

Which Naruto Character are You?
quiz by orangeday.net

SWEET. ASS.

Mood: I can't tell what mood I'm in. Come back later.

Why. Can't. I. Export. This. Stupid. Thing. Why. Why. Why.

I put the right plugin in the right Photoshop plugin file. Gif89 Export right into the Photoshop 6 plugin folder. I did. I did it but it won't let me export. File, export, gif89. . .click. . .DENIED DENIED DENIED. . .click click click. . .click click click CLICK CLICK CLICK. Doesn't work. . .won't let me. . .ha ha ha, no Gif89 exporting fun for me, nooooooooooo, that would be too easy, too easy of course, because we all know how much the mighty Photoshop god LOVES TO SPITE ME! *Collapses into hysterics*

*Pant pant pant*

I'm a little bit frustrated tonight. That's probably why Jesus almost had his little plastic head embedded into the basement wall and is now laying prostrate on the floor under a pile of the rest of the things I've hurled around the computer room tonight. A little frustrated. Just a smidge. Liiitle, iiiitsy bitsi.

It doesn't help that the professor from Grant MacEwan who was supposed to phone me tonight for an appointment never did call. Argh, and nerg, and lots of other disgruntled noises. I guess I'll have to phone him tomorrow.

On a more upbeat note, I did get to watch Naruto episode 81 today, and I did get a good heaping helping of Itachi, who is cool, and angsty Orochi-coochi-chan, who is also cool (but obviously now in a cute and helpless little puppy dog way now that his arms are all battered. Tee hee.) And did anyone else know that Gaara's seiyuu is the same actor that played Kaworu in Eva? All the cool seiyuu's always play cool people. Have I mentioned that that's just cool?

All right, Full Metal Alchemist is pretty freaking sweet and I am now addicted. Roy is awesome, he blows guys asses up in freaking fireballs, and Hughes is wonderful as he fawns over his wife and baby. However, may I just say here that, holy shit, episode 7 with the whole sociopath father using his own kid daughter in freak alchemist experiments to make some weird chimera/little-girl-named-Nina creature that ends up getting decomposed by some other crazy sociopath and it's brains splattered out against a brick wall is officially a whole new level of dark, scary, and creepy that I can't even begin to explain. I think it scarred me. And I didn't think I could possibly be any more scarred after the morbid-ness I indulged in as a disturbed little child. Ooh hoo hoo, and of course what would one helping of sociopathic fun be but just that much more fun when it's immediately followed by episode 8 with serial killers slicing up women and little children and detaching of artificial robotic limbs and crying and all that good stuff. FMA, awesome anime, totally kickass -- it just gives me the wiggins some times.

And wheee, Kakashi and Eriya/Naria cosplay costumes, pretty~ I'm going to go now and try to export myself a .gif again. Look out, Jesus. *Jesus whimpers*

Countdown to Europe! 8 days! *Nervous sweating setting in*