Version: 10.0 Featuring: Souma Kyou From: Fruits Basket By: Takaya Natsuki Why: Give Kyou some love! Furuba pwns me. Why:'Disorderly Coconuts' Misc: I've discovered the fun of embedding subliminal messages the text. Can you find them?
Books: The Last April Dancers; Harry Potter series; His Dark Materials series; Dune series; Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series Authors: Ursula K. LeGuin; Jean Thesman Manga: Fruits Basket; Clover; Card Captor Sakura; Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne; Yami no Matsuei; Tokyo Babylon/X; Naruto Anime: Fruits Basket; Princess Tutu; GetBackers; Trigun; Card Captor Sakura; Yami no Matsuei; Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou; Naruto Mangaka: Tachibana Kaimu; CLAMP; Kouga Yun; Tanemura Arina; Yoshizumi Wataru Mangazine: Ribon & occasionally Hana to Yume Video Games: Lunar: SSS; FF IV + VI; Rhapsody; Zeldas Board Games: Settlers of Catan Fic Authors: See below
All things Furuba All things Full Metal Alchemist Harry Potter Slash Shounen ai/Yaoi/BL Ban x Ginji Ribon Mangazine
Would Sell Soul For
A Gourry as Jellyfish plushie Those Furuba figurines!
Any Furuba figurines!
Full Metal Alchemist figurines
An FMA National Alchemist pocket thing
Plushies of Tare!Ginji and Chibi!Ban-chan
Any clue as to what the Flip is going on in Full Moon
Tachibana Kaimu doujinshi
Toshimi Arina doujinshi
Artbooks, especially of the CLAMP persuasion
A pile
I uploaded Gouhou Drug and DNAngel scans to Suspicious Acorns if anyone wants. The banner contest is still open, though only for a few more days.
I've had my head buried in books (birthdays are good good good). On the novel front I've discovered Ursula K. LeGuin. A discovery that took far too long to happen. On the manga front I finished up Alice 19th and have my nose in W Juliet. W Juliet ran in Hana to Yume (with Furuba, HanaKimi, TCP, etc) and stars a tomboy girl who more often than not dresses and acts like a boy, and a very pretty boy who for a peculiar reason has to dress and pose as a girl. Unfortunately, it's very episodic and has a lot of silly shoujo manga contrivances; but it tickles my romance buttons, and has nice art. (Nevermind that I am completely enamoured by the boy and his swoonable charm.)
Oh my god, these are the cutest things ever. Next they should make the Plague and e-coli. The micro-bio types (like me) will get a kick out of this. (Discovered through her blog.)
AAAGH! I have my dance recital on the day and day after the 5th Harry Potter book comes out! Of all the distractions! Last year I received my Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne fansubs that night and marathoned them, thereby doing my Sunday performance on absolutely no sleep. I'm deciding whether I will bring the book with me - it's probably a bad idea but I'm likely to do it anyway.
Blergh. I am so far behind on my blog reading. I've been very busy lately. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up since it's a holiday weekend. I've got the dress rehearsal for my dance recital next week and I've got to buy shoes (save me please). I've also been low on sleep lately and getting very cranky at people. Yesterday around 5pm I decided I would take a nap and I woke up 9:30 this morning. Further proof that no matter what time I go to bed, morning is still morning and I can't naturally get up too early.
Oh, and there's a summary of the first chapter of CLAMP's Tsubasa whatever series here. It IS Sakura and Shaoran, though whether it's a bizarro world version of them, I don't know. It crosses over with XXXholic. CLAMP is on the bad crack, the BAD crack.
The Bookslut blog is a wonderful portal. From there I have nabbed this link which is the results (finally! *cheer*) of a contest for really bad erotica. Really really bad. The worst even. This is not your typical highly laughable 'quivering loins' of the average amusing romance novel. This is so bad it hurts; hurts deep; a scary kind of hurt; a masochistic kind of hurt.
Excerpt: His climax came quickly and furiously, his sex sauce sliding down her throat like slimy alien invaders, guiding down her highly sexual esophagus to her creamy stomach. His authoritative hands pushed her away, and pushed his sanguine monster of mating back in to his torn khakis.
Oh, the pain! The pain! The metaphors cry out in suffering! Urgh! Go on and read now. Read and be forever scarred. You know you want to; it's the car crash voyeur mentality.
And no one should ever, EVER, use the word 'turgid'. Just no.
Steve accidentally dropped some egg into the washing machine this morning (this is the kind of thing I would do, not him.) He thought this was very cute, so he woke me up at 7:30 am to tell me all about it. It really was darn cute, though I don't know what possessed him to be up that early, nor what possessed him to cook, nor what possessed him to think it was a good idea to rouse me. I asked him later, while the washing machine was chugging along cleaning itself out, if he was going to feed it anything else, and he pouted that I was mocking him. *snuggles him to death* ^___^ And, yes, the big question: how did the egg come to get all over and into the washing machine? Simple: we don't have a table, so we use the top of the washing machine as a countertop; and the cracking of eggs takes a knack that fades with disuse.
The Ultra Maniac anime starts tomorrow in Japan. My pal Chrissy and I adore Ultra Maniac, therefore, we are going to pimp it out because we can. I was planning a matching theme layout for the blog here, but my art muse went on vacation after designing this:
Chrissy co-owns the site and she provides the hosting too. She has some other things available for download on her download page.
Also don't forget that we are still holding a banner/button contest for Suspicious Acorns which can win you free manga.
I'm off to read Alice 19th translations to see how well I comprehended it when I read it on my own. I'm also going to be held hostage this weekend by the familial units (they're paying me though. Whoo! Money! -- Guess it's not really a hostage situation then...) so I probably won't be online for the weekend.
I don't think I've checked my e-mail in three days. Erk. backlog.
I've been fiddling with a new version of the database that I use to keep track of my manga. It has been consuming me. I dumped it all and created it from scratch again; a nice clean slate without all the bugs that worked their way into the last one.
I just got back from the Matrix movie. I also saw the X-men movie opening day last week. Both were quite a lot of fun and maybe I'll babble about them later.
Reading Alice 19th book 6. No major death yet, but I fear for Furei because he's having a traumatic angsty experience. Watase has a history of killing off characters who resolve their tormenting angst and finally find peace with themselves. So don't resolve anything, Furei, I want you alive at the end.
I've been reading Alice 19th, the current series by Watase Yuu. I really should have given it a glance before now, but I wasn't too keen on Imadoki, her last series, and so many other stories (Furuba, Gouhou Drug, and Full Moon to name a few) were much higher on my list. I bought vols 1-6 of the 7 that are currently out, and I've read 4. So far it's typical Watase fare: two guys interested in the main girl, where of course the cooler guy is doomed to lose - not that you feel too bad, since you think he could do better anyway, but you still don't like to see him sad; pretty female antagonist who is probably really a very nice girl who just got caught up in jealousy and mysterious manipulations beyond her control (she also desires the heart of 'not-as-cool-love-interest'); lots of touchy-feely, lots of fighting resulting in having their clothes get torn off and being naked for no reason, and lots of trying to get into the main character's pants. So far, so good. We'll just have to see where it's all going. None of the main characters have died a horrible, heart-wrenching, angsty death yet; too early. The thing that entertains me the most is Furei's padawan braid. For more information, go to this site since I'm much too tired to write a summary.
More hugs to everyone who wished me a happy birthday ^_^ Thanks!
*group glomp* Thanks to everyone for the phone calls, e-mails, cards, and tag board posts full of birthday wishes, especially those who I haven't been in close contact with for a while. It's made my day ^_^
Steve got me two classic My Little Ponies that I never had, but always wanted: Moondancer and Glory. He got them on card (meaning in their original unopened packaging)! He found both of them. I still can't believe it. My toy collector pals might not want to read the next part of this sentence where I say that I liberated the ponies from their 20 year imprisonment inside plastic. Ahhh! The smell of freshly opened My Little Ponies! It has been too long. He spoils me so.
There is a new bird who lives outside. I don't often get to hear birds outside my window, not even cooing pigeons, since they tend to coo over by the avenues. The new bird (a sparrow, I suspect) showed up about two weeks ago and used to be known simply as "crack-bird," but I insisted to Steve that we give him a proper name. Steve named him Pablo, Pablo the crack-bird. See, Pablo is a tad confused. He tweets along loudly and happily on his branch, but he usually does this around 2:30 a.m. and stops once the sun comes up. Steve makes many comments regarding our avian friend's intelligence (or lack thereof). I find the nightly serenades soothing; he is less appreciative. I hope Pablo's ok, since I haven't heard him tonight. There are lots of hungry cats around.
I am happily in possession (finally) of the May issues of Ribon and Asuka. I think I've finally figured out what's been bothering me about Full Moon. Takuto is the typical Tanemura-style passionate male lead; Mitsuki is only 12. A bit of squick factor there. While I've been fully aware of this from the beginning, I never made the connection to my emotional reactions. This is typical of me.