Blood and Rice

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  That feeling when you step out of a hot shower, and take a drink of a tall glass of cold water. If your lucky and your still naked, sometimes a drop or two might hit your chest. Its pleasantly exhilarating.
  


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  People who call themselves OCD that are obviously not OCD. Ok, I've heard this enough times to really get sick of it. This phrase is NOT a justification to disrupt conversations and activities to do whatever you please. You're fucking neurotic and stop treating it as something to be proud of!

So, I was reading the paper and came across one of those WTF  articles this morning. The kind that makes you stare and think people should be shot for stupid. The great epic fail feats that make you hate humanity and the society that allows such levels of stupid without corporal punishment. Something common with me is that these types of reactions are usually incited by a fringe group trying to shove their philosophy down my throat. This... this pissed me off: http://news.aol.com/health/article/does-hot-dog-cancer-ad-go-too-far/149280 .

Okay, so I know some vegetarians and respect their choice. I don't care if they don't wanna eat meat and I'd be willing to accomodate them if I ever had to cook. Give me a guideline and I'll be fine. Once they start preaching to me about the evils of meat, and tellign me I'm killing myself for eatting God's furry friends, I want nothing more than to spike their food with Veal and Kittens. I don't know where these people get off with this shit, but seriously wtf? This is misleading and utter bullshit. I cannot put to words how angry this makes me, or what I think should happen to these self-righteous bastards.

GRAR.

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Also, details of my trip to DragonCon are forthcoming as soon as I recover. :-)

-Oni

So one of the things keeping me occupied and away from the internet lately is the acquisition of an Xbox 360. This may seem a trivial matter, except that it's the very first console system I've ever owned in my life. Sure, I begged for a Super Nintendo when I was a kid, but my parents couldn't afford it. And yeah, the Playstation was central to the lives of most of my friends during my teenage years, but I was over-sensitive and they liked to laugh at people when they sucked at video games, so I figured it was not a good time to begin.

So, of course, at the tender age of 27 I finally get one of these things in my house and it's "OMG this thing is fun!"

We've started out with all of three games: Beautiful Katamari, Ninja Gaiden II, and Lego Star Wars.

Beautiful Katamari has been my main addiction on the 360. Sure, I can practically hear the jeers of all those teenage gamers I hung out with for loving the hell out of a game that's so silly and childish, but it's cute and makes me laugh and the difficulty is at exactly my level, and being able to go back to collect the hidden treats you missed the first time has more replay appeal to me than "ohh, beat the game on Medium, now I will beat the game on Hard".

Speaking of "now I will beat the game on Hard".... Ninja Gaiden II makes me laugh. I swear whoever designed that game was sitting around going "OMG ninjas are so cool they're all members of ancient and powerful clans and will flip out and kill everything with their Ultimate Dragon Master Sword of the Ancients *fapfapfapfapfap*" There's just waaaaaay too much effort put into making Ryu the ultmate Gary Stu.. tight leather, huge weapons, stone cold and unshakable and beats every boss with a cut scene of him casually strolling away from some flailing, exploding demon seventeen times his size. The man doesn't even need to breathe underwater. And for that matter, he can run on water. Heh. Ninja Jesus. Maybe that'd explain why he's white despite being Japanese...

Lego Star Wars Daedius reeeeally wants me to play, but he got the complete saga and apparently that means we have to beat the prequels before we're allowed to play though the originals, and the prequels suck. Boo.

Those haven't been the only games we play, mind you. Daedius is very fond of Braid - nice and relaxing, no dying, just solve pretty puzzles - and I've got Viva Pinata II on preorder (Oh yes, the demo of the first game makes me squeal like an 8-year-old. It's adorable. It's fun. It makes my face hurt after an hour or so of play because I spend so much time grinning and going "eeeee!". It's too cute and I must have it!)

But it keeps us busy. 's been fun.

Daedius and I went out for coffee and cupcakes this afternoon. Seriously. There's this little hole-in-the-wall local-flavor shop near us that sells coffee and cupcakes. That's it. But they've got the tastiest damned cupcakes you ever put in your mouth. The guy behind the counter was proud to inform us that not only are the cupcakes and frosting made fresh from scratch every day, they're made by genuine oompa-loompas (who, unfortunately, had just finished up for the day and gone home, so no we could not meet them).

The place, bright shining sugar-crumb of deliciousness with a raspberry-goo filling it may be, is situated in one of those cursed strip malls, the kind where at any given time half the shops are empty, and the other half change from month to month.

Next door to them is a dance studio. Specifically, the "Shirley McPhail school of dance".

Now, I don't know about you, but I wouldn't be taking lessons on anything from someone named "McPhail", let alone a "McPhail" named "Shirley".

Shoulda brought my camera. But in case you think I am lying, they have a website.

A rehearsal of Barack's acceptance speech has leaked! http://tinyurl.com/5e6vxm