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.

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 don't feel that I've properly christened this blog as of yet. It feels very un-blog like, and so as a result, here come the stereotypical blog quizzes to properly baptize fanGIRL.

And who are you, poppet?

. . . These results make me look somewhat less than endearing . . . I think I'd rather be Jack Sparrow and be raving mad and drunk.

You are....
Will's sword fetish! Spending hours at a time in a
hot confined room with sharp pointy objects
really makes you happy. Maybe you should listen
to Jack and get a girl. Or just...get out more.
I don't think all that sweat is from working at
the forge, mate.

Which Pirates of the Caribbean Character's Unhealthy Fetish are YOU?
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Sweet ass. I'd be Will's anything fetish any day. Just as a note of interest, I'm also proudly Coleen's unhealthy turtle fetish and Amanda's unhealthy vampire smut fetish. Go me.

What NERV Child Are You?

Hit the perverbial nail on that one. Five points to Rei and I for not being people persons.

What Anime Art Style Are You?

Oh, ho ho ho, it's sad because it's true. . . I don't feel so bad though because at least I have Kowaru on my results, and he's wearing a cool shirt, and Kowaru in any sort of shirt or preferably lack there of -- and groping Shinji -- makes my day.

Alright, so now my blog feels all loved and bloggy like it should. Saaa~ I have to work early tomorrow which equals not-fun, which also means I have to go to bed tonight at a *finger thing* reasonable *finger thing* hour tonight. I really should be trying to finish more of computer projects though, because then I can get back to my writing which has been left neglected for many a month due to monstrous writers block. I have all these ideas in my head and they're like little pathetic houseflies that are crawling around on the kitchen window of my imagination, not understanding why they can see outside but can't get there. *Teardrop*