Xanthe's Echo Version 6.0

Icy's asploded. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse came and borked it up. :<

Don't leave me, Icyfriends! I cannot live, cannot BREATHE without you! Don't scatter to the winds like so much chaff! ;_;

ETA: Looks like things are back to normal again, though the newest look is gone. I suspect this is a result of Superman whirling the Earth BACKWARDS to change time.

But you!
You're not searching, are you now?
You're not looking anyhow
You're never gonna ride that lonely mile
Or put yourself up on trial
Oh, you told me how your life was so bad
An' I agree that it does seem sad
But that's the price that you gotta pay
If you're lazing all around all day
Four horsemen coming right through
Four horsemen and they're pissing by you
They make you look like you're wearing a truss
Four horsemen and it's gonna be us

Emergency Otakon Update!! (Waha!)

Having a wonderful time. Bought a memory card that's incompatible with my camera, got lots of pictures regardless. No con plague yet, but I've acquired some kind of infection in my left boob, or cancer, who knows. The train ride down was incredibly peaceful for once, and the trade-off was a four-hour stopover in New York's Penn Station with a woman who wouldn't let me access with washroom until I heard a sermon about Jesus' love.

I've grown relatively fond of Downtown Baltimore, but pulling in on the train is terribly depressing. Blocks and blocks of broken-down houses with boarded-up windows, and...yeah.

It's like, "Uh, hi slums. I'm here to buy a mountain of useless anime crap that'll fester in my closet for the next year, until I come back and buy some more."

Anyway, Penn Station is also where I tried Kentucky Grilled Chicken for the first time. Canada's KFC menu tends to be lacking, though we do have poutine and macaroni salad (no biscuits; when David moved here, he thought he'd died and gone to hell for his sins). It's, ah, salty!

At said KFC, I accessed a public Internet terminal and got word that I'd been hired as About.com's Nintendo DS guide, which is good income for a freelancer. More info on that as soon as I'm not itching to run down to Artist's Alley and blow money on bad gay anime porn. Or a picture of Cloud Strife being badass or something. Eh, same thing.

Apparently one artist was commissioned to draw the characters of Team Fortress 2 collaring their gigantic, gushing penises with their hands. No matter how bad I feel about spending money frivolously, I'm always reminded that I'm only a tiny sliver of the world's tendency to overindulge on uselessness.

are changing.

I am trying to adapt to the new changes,
But while forming them to my life I have unfortunately been ignoring important parts of my already existing life.

Translation: priority issues.
I have been putting too much attention in the wrong places and been too lazy to take care of the things and people that could use a little care.

I am sorry.

I hope to sort this out very soon..
All I can offer is my sincerity and that I will do my best.

Is it enough?

I hope so.

I'm trying to get back into some kind of writing mode eventually, so to help warm up I decided to do what some peeps do and just write about something in one sentence only. And since I've been playing FFVI recently, it's been on the brains. And don't ask me why it's Gau/Relm; the couple can be very cute but I'm usually such a canon stickler I don't give much thought about it or stock in it. But if anything, I see much COMEDY POTENTIAL in it. And sooo...IT BEGINS. 1-SENTENCE CHALLENGE IS A GO-GO (GOGO?)!

GAU FINALLY HITS PUBERTY

At first Relm loved the fact that her room on the Falcon had the biggest closet space--easy to store all her easels and paint supplies in there--but she soon found it had one major drawback: its top shelf was just high enough and yet just low enough from the ceiling that certain gangly-limbed boy-man creatures could easily crouch on top of it and remain out of her sight until he pounced down on her from above screaming, "WOOOOOMAN!" at her while she screamed and tried to ream a brush up his ass.

THE TALK

"I know you're going through a weird time, Gau," Edgar sighed, threading a hand through his frayed ponytail while Sabin laughed and Cyan glared holes through him, wishing that he could just throw a skin magazine at the kid and tell him to research on his own, "but in HUMAN society, we do NOT display our genitals to the ladies to show that we like them--believe you me, I've tried it before myself and it does NOT work."

PROGRESS?

Sometimes when she dared unlock her door to peep out at night before she went to the bathroom, Relm found little pots of crushed pigments (she didn't know what they were made out of and didn't care to know) that actually made very fine paints, and she smiled a little.

All my gears are falling into place for Otakon mode.Thunk-thunk, whirr-whirr. We're departing in a handful of hours to catch the train.

Preparations have been last-minute and frenzied as usual, thanks in part to my untimely discovery of Everything Is Terrible. It's a blog roundup of the worst videos possible. Hint: Many of these terrible videos are God-flavoured.



BLOOD SACRIFICE. BLOOD SACRIFICE.

I learn something new about my heritage every day. For instance, I had no idea Jews are just as capable of low-budget video schlock as their Christian counterparts. Anyone who thinks Jews are in control of the media needs to watch this hard.



Notes:

1) Maybe it's bias talking, but I really can't hate this video. I think it's because of that poor gentile goblin near the end.

2) Repost from the YouTube comments: "Dancing gay Jewboy is kind of cute."

3) Someday I'm going to sit down and tally up the number of Jewish holidays that aren't about us escaping tyranny, slavery, or near-extinction. Thinking off the top of my head, I've got, like, two.

4) Another repost from the YouTube comments: "This video turned me into an anti-Semite."

5) One more repost: "I've never gotten a hanukkah gift, but I've never tried that hard."

At a nearby bus shelter, someone left a sticker on the bench that says, "JESUS: COMING SOON."

Below that, in marker: "I'd rather it was the bus."

This week's sketch:

THE MALES (AND SOME FEMALES) OF FINAL FANTASY REACT TO LESBIANS

Edgar: LESBIANS!!!! :D :D :D

Irvine: Lesbians! :D

Balthier: Lesbians. <3 <3 <3

Edge: LEEEESBIIIANSS >:B

Tidus: Lesbians! :B

Setzer: Lesbians. >:3

Cloud: ::in female costume, screaming in fear:: LESBIANS! D: D:

Cid (FFVII): &*&*(!%%^! LESBIANS???!!!

Squall: ...whatever. :| (reaches for pants zipper discreetly)

Locke: L-L-Lesbians? :v

Faris: Yarrrr...lesbians... :3 :3

Cecil AND Terra: What's a lesbian? :?


...I think I'm going to be punished for this. I hope it's not offensive. IS ALL IN GOOD FUN.

• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.

• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.

• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.

• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

( Oh Dear )

And wow. Going through my folders, I had to keep myself from posting some non-work-friendly ones. I didn't realize how bad a person I really am. Lotsa naughty >:D

Iiiiiit's Crime-Fightin' Time!

Or Meme Time. Both involve reckless shooting and the tears of grieving mothers.

___

• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.

• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.

• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.

• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

( Behind the laughter broods a sad clown. )

These might be images that lay naked my thoughts, beliefs and dreams. Or they may just be a bunch of random crap I found in our 4chan folder. You'll never know.

veshy, I'll email you tonight. :D

Oh boy, here comes another rant...

I'm gettin' pretty sick and tired of all the news coverage of MJ. It's been completely blown out of proportion. Seriously, all of the music channels had "Michael Jackson Memorial Extravaganza" looping about all day. All of the media and a majority of people are treating his d3ath like the d3ath of some mystical being.

Let's get our head outta the clouds. MJ was a man. He was born. He lived. He got doped up. He died. The end.

It's not really his d3ath that has me p1ssed. I never really kept up with him when he was alive. The coverage and non-stop blathering on about his rotting corpse, ba5tard children, and other nonsense gets me. Even the memorial service planning was more of a money-maker. C'mon people, let the junkie rest in peace.

Junkie? Yes. Let's get off the glorifying gravy train and look at the man for who he really was. He took pain-killers and other drug5 just to stay high. That was what killed him right there.

I just wish that the truly talented musicians had this much coverage when they died. Billy Powell, for example, was one of the best 20th and 21st century pianists. The day he had a heart attack there was a simple "Billy Powell died today." in a news break. But when MJ died there was news coverage all over the TV and internet.

I know I've been cold about this situation. Honestly, I don't care. To me, MJ was just a man. I'm just a man. We're all just people. But, there is a lesson to learn in all of this. D3ath is the great equalizer. No matter how famous you are, you die. The End.

RIP,
R0gue

EDIT

As you've probably noticed, I've got a few words written in semi-l337. I guess that the LJ mods don't like the "d" word. I will find a way around their rules.