Amanda and I saw Robots tonight. It was good, funny, sure, but not like freaking Shrek funny or anything. Fender breaking out into Britiny Spears was a particular high note. I thought the guy next to me was going to EXPLODE and DIE when ever he burst out into maniac laughter. Now, THAT man could gafaw.

I got my aforementioned ceramic bowl back, all fired and glossed and pretty green and black so it matches my room. Hurrah for color schemes! I'm call it my "Orochimaru Bowl," not simply because I'm a big nerd, but more so because I found two Japanese character stencils when I was painting it, so on one side is "eternal" and on the other side is "life", and then in a big dorky epiphany I realized, hey, Orochimaru is all eternally-life-full, and so to top it off I put his signature evil curse symbol thingy in the center of the inside of the bowl, and VOILA, OROCHIMARU BOWL OF ETERNAL CANDY (until I run out of candy. . .) was born. All right. . .so maybe it is actually just because I'm a big nerd. That's okay. I've come to terms with it.

So it turns out my big brother found and reads my blog. (As opposed to my little brother, obviously. You know, the other one that doesn't exist. Or. . .maybe he does. . .after all, he is very tiny and could be hiding under my sofa. OR, he could have been living just a few hundred miles away all this time and parental figures just neglected to inform me about it. I mean, how often does THAT happen? (Lookit me slip those clever inside jokes in under the radar like that, ho ho.)) Should I be feeling overly conscious from now on about what I blog? Terrified about the concept of Sean only just realizing after all this time of me putting up so much tame and mature charade about what an insane, crazy freak his little sister is? READING ALL ABOUT MY DARK, TWISTED, DOOMY SECRETS ABOUT DEATH, MURDER, AND DID I MENTION DOOM? Probably, so from now on, no more swearing or talking about dirty things or anything not perfect and unsaintly --

SHIT, MUTANT BUNNIES EATING YOUR SOUL, FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK, NERDY FANGIRLISH GIGGLING, PENIS, DIRTY PORN. . .and ohmigod. . .DOOMY DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

-- ooooooor. . .not. Yeah, screw that idea. *Feeds it to her mutant bunnies* Seanathan, you must jump on the bandwagon and create your own blog so we can blog insanely together, as only two siblings living vast provinces apart can. And please post pictures of your kitties~ :3

I have nothing else to ramble about tonight. This was supposed to be a short post, but it sort of became long and drawn out, as all of my posts usually do when I get carried away. Tomorrow night, looking forward to gigantanormous game party at Brock's. (Seanathan, Brock owns two games called "Zombies" and "Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot." They are both the epitome of awesome. He's also played "Settlers of Catan" and liked it. Look at the mess you've made, you brought that nefarious game to St. Albert and it began infecting my friends. EVIL.)

Oh yes, and I wrote you a special dedication post and everything. You are now obligated to leave an equally as charming comment in the mighty comment box. ¬__¬ . . .OF DOOM!

It makes me laugh, like when some one looks you straight in the eyes and says "banana." Apparently a gherkin a small, prickly cucumber that you pickle. There's also something called a "sea gherkin" which I'm taking the liberty of assuming is the same thing as a "sea cucumber" and that probably lives in a reef under water, and would be a prime character some day for an appearance in Spongebob or something, wearing a funny hat and making lewd innuendo jokes about being shaped like a cucumber. Anyway, that aside. . .

I've been scheduled for two more supervisor shifts of doooOOOooom at work; one today and one next week. I have a sneaking, paranoid suspicion that they're trying to secretly train me for Customer Service full-time and thus I must work extra hard to thwart them and prove that I should not be in CS. *Starts chasing customers around the store and beating them with empty water bottles that they try to return* I will exchange words with Carolina today and pray that she doesn't smite me with her eye lasers.

I went and saw The Princess Bride last night with Chelle, Amanda, and Lance. It wasn't anything dazzling, but it was pretty much what I expected from a high school theatre production, so with that in mind it was up to par. Weasley broke his broom-handle sword in half during his first duel, the castle banner was hung upside-down, and the Rodent of Unusual Size was a lion. . .but they had all the good lines and the "r" retarded priest, so I enjoyed myself.

On Monday morning I nearly put my plastic Jesus through the window in boiling rage. I was writing for the first time in months with a new idea that plowed me over and I trying to get it all down in words, and I was so excited, and I was saving and saving and saving after paragraph. And then I saved a last time, and then I quit AppleWorks, and when I opened it up again -- ALL GONE!!! Every fucking word except for the first line, THE WHOLE FUCKING PAGE AND A HALF. . .DISAPPEARED! DELETED! A page and a half is a big deal for me, because it takes me so freaking long to write anything, and when I have good ideas I have to get them down the moment I think of them or else I completely forget about them in two seconds. We have no idea what the hell happened, because I did everything right, I SAVED IT. I SAVED IT OVER AND OVER AND IT WAS DELETED! I don't remember the last time I've been that upset. I started crying, I was so angry -- and my dad doesn't understand and he's asking why I'm so upset and that's making me angrier. AAAARRRRGGGGGRRRRRHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH! So I spent fifteen minutes moping before I finally went back to computer and tried typing out what I'd lost all over again, and I know I'm missing stuff from it because I can't remember it. That pisses me off so freaking much. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK. Moving on. . .

Samurai Champloo episode 22 -- what the hell was that? @_o Zombies and space meteors and body-generating wasabi. . . Out of all the crack induced episodes to come out of this series, this was like KING OF CRACK. I'm sure one or more the Champloo writers on staff overdosed and died working on this episode. Craaaaaazy~ And despite what Lance says, I stand firm that Naruto 124 remains awesome and only more awesome-a-nized the drunk Rock Lee fight in every way. The animation was kicked up a nice notch too. And Gaara's back again to fuck Kimmi up and save everyone's ass. Shwa ha ha ha ha~

The cover art for Harry Potter book 6 is out. The adult version has a picture of a ratty, time worn copy of "Advanced Potions Making," which happies me, because potions = Snape = Snape angst = Brenna love. (If they trick me and end up killing Severus off, I'm going after J.K. Rowling and beating her with a shovel.)

This week has been tiring for stupid reasons that shouldn't be, in turn making me feel equally stupid, thus provoking probably too much chocolate than is most likely healthy for one human body, and hours of Cardcaptor Sakura. Last couple of days work has been draaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaging, and I'm not looking forward to going back in tomorrow and standing for another seven hours that will seem like seven YEARS. *Falls off chair in a congealed mess on floor*

Seanathan sent me this link, and I was distracted from stupidness by better stupidness that made me gafaw (I don't think anyone has ever actually "gafaw"-ed, but it's a fun word so let's go with it.)

Had my first crash course in Macromedia Flash on the weekend. Flash eats my soul. It's simpler than I thought it would be, the basics anyway, but in a very loooooong, drawn out, time-consuming sort of way. A three minute flash movie like on Albino Blacksheep -- I would DIE before I can imagine making and finishing one of those.

Inane is getting sloppy on their Naruto translations. . .this saddens me. The news that Naruto has been licensed also aggravates me to a degree, for the sole reason that I fear having to be forced to resort to IRC to download episodes if bittorrent downloads become unavailable. I'll have to rage. Just a bit.

More links that have been compiling in my mailbox:

This happies me. Especially the dragging the mouse through the wood shavings part.

While this disturbs me.

AHHHHHHHH!

Gafaw! Matrix cow.

citroen_C4.wmv (You have to right-click and save this one to watch it, or you get a 404 error.)

Amanda-chan, you must show me this HP badger flash movie. It haunts my dreams at night. "Snaaaaaaape. Snaaaaaaape."

On with the quizes. For each of your fandoms, list:

Fandom: Escaflowne
1. A character you absolutely worship: Dilandau
2. A character you like: Folken
3. A character you could give or take: Allen
4. A character you don't really care for: Hitomi
5. A character you'd like to stab: Millerna

Fandom: Naruto
1. A character you absolutely worship: Orochimaru
2. A character you like: Gaara and Kakashi (so torn. . .)
3. A character you could give or take: Naruto
4. A character you don't really care for: Neji
5. A character you'd like to stab: Sakura

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
1. A character you absolutely worship: Roy
2. A character you like: Hughes
3. A character you could give or take: Winry
4. A character you don't really care for: Tucker
5. A character you'd like to stab: Rose

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
1. A character you absolutely worship: Spike
2. A character you like: Practically every other character EVER.
3. A character you could give or take: Dawn
4. A character you don't really care for: Riley
5. A character you'd like to stab: Kenedy

Looking forward to next week on West Wing -- Josh and Toby, THROW DOWN! Be there next Wednesday! *Girly cat fight ensues* I want Josh and Donna to snog. It would happy me. (Lack of grammer also happies me. And lack of spell check.)

Okay, I'm out.

OHMYGOD, LeafNinja is back online! They're still re-collecting all their lost information, but it's actually back online! My all powerful Naruto resource is BACK ONLINE! OMG! THAT ROCKS MY FACE OFF!

And THIS TIME, you can BET YOUR ASS that I'm going to archive every single freaking page of this site before some cockface hacker goes on a demolition rampage again! FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!




And most accurate random generated picture EVER.

It's very exciting. We've been deprived from our Mugen love and samurai insanity for many months. . . And I hear this episode is supposed to be one of the best yet. MUGEN LEARNS HOW TO READ! *STOKED*

Amanda and Lance also introduced me to Last Exile with taunts of sexy, insane, villain yaoi in the nice, shapely form of a character named Dio. I've only seen the first eight episodes but I'm game to see the rest some time, and more Dio is never a bad thing either. But color me anguished when I come home and start cruising the web for pretty images, and this shows up in Google:

The City of the Night: Count D's Shoppe - Bravenet Web Journal
... I end up seeing the last 6 episodes??? Where did Exile come from? ... Why did Dio's sister
manipulate him causing him to have that major breakdown then die? ...
count-d.bravejournal.com/ - 55k - Cached - Similar pages

What the fuck, DIO DIES?! Not fair. NOT FAIR. I didn't even go to the actual site, and already Google's gone and spoiled part of the series for me; and usually I enjoy that, but this was not shiny, happy spoilage. . .

Speaking of shiny spoilage, I downloaded the long-anticipated Naruto chapter 245 raw, AND THEN I found a text translation for the raw, AND THEN my head exploded. Actually, nothing interesting beyond the general fact that we've jumped almost three years ahead happened, but the first scene with Kakashi made me laugh. (And no Orochimaru yet. . . *Sadness*)

Oh yeah. . .and in the real part of my life that doesn't include being fangirly over anime and manga, THIS happened, and THAT happened, and THEN THAT flipped out and everyone died. Same old same old. Monday was a really bad day, and it didn't help any that at the end of it I couldn't even get a much needed hug from my hug guy at work cause he'd already left. =_= Then I drew this to cheer me up, and it did, and the rest of the week was better. (I liked it a lot more on paper than I do scanned in, I'm not sure why. And I spent most of the time hiding all the Nazi pictures in my room I used for reference from my parents. But none of it matters because it's freaking Orochimaru in a Nazi uniform. I'd really like to try coloring this one. . .) Nothing else really to blab about~

Just when you thought firey death and getting-impaled-by-pointy-things death and being-eaten-alive death were set to battle it out for the top spot forever, giant ninja spiders steal the scene. Kudos to Naruto episodes 116/117 for those nightmares.

On that note, observe episode 118, first snake lair scene. We have the evil music, they have the CGI-ed dark, spiraling hallways, the shadowy steps, and all of a sudden we go from dark, creepy, wood and stone, and evil to bright tiles, clean, colorful, and happy~! I simply find the transition amusing. That and also for some reason his bathroom has several shower heads. Oh, AND that the big bad has a baby blue shower curtain. That's classic. It's nice to know that Oro has varied tastes when it comes to interior design. (It's his "happy place.")

I just found out that Topher Grace's real name is actually Christopher. Apparently he preferred being called "Christopher", but people kept addressing him as just "Chris" so he got in some big snit and instead just hacked off the first half of his full name and took the last half. That's awesome. I want to be called "Enna." Mr. Grace is such a big geeky dork, I love him so much.

I saw Finding Neverland last week with Chelle-a-mo-pher (new nickname that will stick? We shall see. . . Fu fu fu. . .) and it was filled with Irish-accented Johnny Depp-ness, and it made us tear up at the end like the silly girl things that we are. Highly recommended. But it was crazy, when we left the theatre there was this gigantanormous line up for the next movie over, and instead of some hyped up blockbuster it was freaking Coach Carter. o_O That's insane and wrong. Sure, Samuel L. Jackson, but it's a freaking sports movie! They're all the same! Bad kids, sport helps kids find a better path and to make right choices, kids excel in sport and live happily. Gag me. Either every person in that line up knew Sam Jackson personally, or the popcorn was laced with crack cocaine that night.

So I totally outwitted a scam artist tonight at Sobeys, one of those guys that comes in, buys a five buck item and pays with a 50 or 100 dollar bill and then asks for a bunch of money exchanges to confuse the cashier and ends up walking out with the money he originally paid with plus an extra 100 in small bills in his pocket. It was very James Bond of me, at least I like to make it sound that way. So this guy with puffy, bloodshot eyes and looks like he's high on something came up to my till ten minutes to closing and buys this dinky can of coffee and gives me a 50 dollar bill. I give him his change, then he pulls out this wad of smaller bills and asks if I can give back the 50 he gave me in return for a bunch of 5s, so I do that a little confused because while I'm trying to count the money he's nattering on about different numbers and shit and he ends up only giving me 40, so I tell him he still owes me 10, so he gets in a snit and says sorry and gives me another 10. THEN he wants five 20s for one of his 50s, and by now I'm like, "WTF," *spidey sense is tingling* and I'm realizing what he's trying to do.

So right away I go all avoidy and tell him very politely that if he would like to engage in a mess of complicated money exchanges he's more than free to do it up at customer service; he says it's no big deal, all I need to do is give him the 20s because he's insisting I never paid him for the last 50, and I'm completely confused now but I know that I've paid him something. He's acting pissed at this point and I can see Kathleen beside me looking at me all worried because she knows what's going on too, and all I want at this point is to get the dude the hell away from my till, so I call up customer service and ask them outloud in front of him to print up my till report and bring it down so I can count my cash, at which point he's all like, "I have to go to the liquor store, I'll be right back cause you've just stolen 50 bucks from me," and he walks right out and doesn't come back. So I ended up saving myself from being ripped off by some sleazy scammer and I thwarted his dastardly, evil scheme.

"Yeeesssss, precccciousss. . .the nassssty little scam artist is tricksy, but Brenna isss tricksier. . ." It was so cool.

Actually, it was extremely scary. My nerves don't do well in situations like that and my hands were shaking and everything, especially when in hindsight, he very well could have pulled a gun out on me and put a bullet between my eyes. I was paranoid enough that I asked the assistant manager to walk me out to my car after I cashed out to make sure the scary man didn't jump me in the parking lot. Not especially fun. But still, very Bond. Pierce Brosnan Bond even maybe. I'm not looking for a trophy or anything; I could settle for Mr. A. kissing my feet though.