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I'll slant my eyes for you~ [27 Jul 2008|03:02am] tentationem [ mood | relaxed ] [ music | santa maria - versus ] Ew GG is subbing Antique Bakery. I'd rather watch the raws!!! Antique Bakery may or may not be a good anime. Animation = maybe a little jerky? Music = I like it so far. Opening = I thought it was badass! Ending = pretty~ *_* Voice acting = might actually work out. Tachibana's okay so far (it's Fujiwara Keiji, can't be all bad), Ono is voiced by THE GODDAMN BATMAN, Kanda is now Yagami Light ("I'll take this cake....*pantpant*....AND EAT IT"?), and Chikage is voiced by some guy I don't know. By the way, did everyone besides me know that you're supposed to squat while uh doing your business? Supposedly it helps prevents colon cancer and relieves strain on your colon and uterus and stuff. And it can prevent appendicitis! And hemorrhoids! And hernias! I want a squat toilet now. *_* GOD FORBID I GET A HEMORRHOID HOW WOULD I EVER HAVE ANAL SEX THEN??? XP lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|12:58am] celil_gadien [ mood | depressed ] I tried to talk to Beau just now. He's never been so short with me, not even when we were fighting. I tried to nudge him to talk a little more but nothing. It made me feel so down and feeble. I'll admit that I do miss him terribly. The dead silence killed me. I can't stand the fact I've completely lost someone who meant the world to me. I still think about him. I still worry about him... Is that bad? lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|04:00am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #39 Fairy Tales: Little Mermaid/Snow Queen You would think to go from water to ice would be an easy transition, only not. Because you see, the water she knew was warm: clear, and the waves lapped gently across her skin and fins. She'd sing with her sisters (because music has always been loved in her kingdom), and swim among the school of fish; took her lessons from an octopus, and dreamed of what else there was. Here's what the stories never tell you: every witch is never alone because every witch has a counterpart. Fire to earth, and stone to glass. Water to ice. Of course, this is not something mentioned in the small print, so when you sign your name, you never know (or quite understand) all the consequences. You suddenly find yourself in the arms of a man, who while is very beautiful with drops of snow in his eyes, and no blush to his cheeks, a man who from his heartbeat must have surely been more alive once, but one is not so now. But a bargain can only be struck once. And you find yourself trapped in a kingdom built entirely of snow and ice, whose queen is as cold as her castle, and your tail is split into two, and you have feet where you once had fins, and it hurts to walk. It feels as if you are walking on swords and stones and glass and knives, and surely, you're just going to one day going to crack through the ice. It's all you can think: at least then you'll be in the water again, however cold. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 39. Only 9 more to go. (9!) Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour eighteen, and still only two pledges! Please please please help to get us further? This is a cause and research very dear to me, and I would appreciate anyone who is able. All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. 1 Å lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|03:30am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #38 California Diaries/(with surprise guest appearance by!)Lizzie McGuire "Maybe I'll read them tomorrow." Dave knew all about obscure nicknames. From childhood through middle school, everyone had called him 'Gordo', it was only when he reached high school, did he insist on being called by his first name, although his ex-girlfriend and childhood sweetheart had never made the switch. "How'd you get yours?" They were in a coffee shop, but while Dave sipped at a cappucino, topped with what Ducky was certain was too much foam, he stuck with plain coffee: black, with sugar; no cream. "I had an adoration for the 80s movie when I was younger," Ducky shrugged, sipping at his coffee. "I don't mind it, really." Dave was older: a college freshman to his high school junior, but Dave had explained in very few words that he had graduated from high school a year early: advanced classes, and college credits. He had picked UCLA for the film department, and because he was curious about Hollywood. "What brings you to Palo Alto?" Ducky asked, sipping at his coffee. He stretched his long legs to the side of the table, scuffed black cowboy boots gleaming in the light. "Perhaps I just have a adoration for obscure bookstores," he teased. He leaned in closer. "Maybe I have a certain adoration for a certain young man in scuffed black cowboy boots. Don't suppose there's a hat somewhere too?" Ducky felt his heart skip a beat. Dave's gaze was warm and steady on his, and held no expectations, just a hint of mischief behind lashes. But Ducky knew however he answered, there would be no turning back, and he didn't want to. He smiled, a twist of lips on either side: an echo of such mischief. "As is, yes, there is." ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 38. Only 10 more to go. (10!) Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour fifteen (or is it seventeen?), and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|03:00am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #37 Rent (WARNING: Contains direct references to 9/11) They spent the day huddled on the couch. Their television had broken before they had ever bought it, but they had a radio, and the news crackled over the air waves just as well. They kept the coffee coming, and Roger was curled into side of the couch, knees close to his chest, one arms wrapped his shins. Mark sat comfortably next to him, hand resting atop Roger's knee, feet both firmly on the ground. Nothing would be right to say, not then. Their door was unlocked, but these were private moments, as the radio continued to report and wail, and the calls came in, and they screened: Mark's Mom (Mark knew it was serious when Roger didn't so much make a crack about the Jewish mother and her worry gene); Roger's Mother; Collins (who was still at NYU, attempting to calm his students, telling stories about he streaked through the Pentagon (now also gone)); Maureen, and soon Joanne (she was trapped downtown, and didn't know when she'd be home, and if Maureen happened to call, would they let her know she was ok?), and the voices filled the tape, echoes in the air alongside the hum of traffic and the air waves. At some point Roger picked up his guitar, and strummed a few notes. Mark stared into his coffee. "That doesn't sound like Musetta's Waltz." "No?" It didn't seem right to grin. He picked his fingers along the strings, played the first bars of La Vie Boheme. Somehow, it just seemed appropriate. Mark scooted in closer, and sang the few opening words. The opposite of War isn't Peace - it's Creation. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 36. Only 12 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour fifteen (or is it seventeen?), and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|02:30am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #36 Boy Meets World A baby would change everything, force them to grow up. It didn't mean they had to change. Eric went out and bought a rubber ducky and dragged Jack with him, waving hands excitedly, and stage-whispering none too softly, "Jack, Jack, Jack, look! They have ducky sheets and ducky mobiles and ducky soap. Soap, Jack, ducky soap." "Soap might not be a good idea, Eric." "But soap! In the shape of ducky!" "Ernie would appreciate, I'm sure." Jack's tone was dry, and at Eric's blank, inquisitive look, he sighed. "Come one." He tugged at Eric's sleeve, pushed the blanket and the sheets and the soap aside. "Just the rubber duck," he told the cashier, but caved at Eric's puppy smile. "And the mobile," he allowed, and was awarded with one of Eric's bright grins. When it came down to it, Eric would make a good uncle. So would he. Sean had left the country ages ago to join Angela in Europe, although he wrote Cory daily, and Topanga surely wanted to kill them both now for all Cory's goofy expressions and uncracked adolescent boy secret code. Probably didn't help she was as big as a house, and Eric kept poking her stomach, and asking why she had got so fat, and when were the babies going to be here. Jack would stammer an apology, and pull Eric from the apartment to their apartment, still just down the hall. Oh, New York, where it was just like Philadelphia, only not. He'd pull Eric into theirs and lock the door behind him, and he'd wait, and Eric would grin. "Thought we'd never leave," he'd quip, and he was all youthful exuberance in his kisses, and Jack laughed against his lips. "This is going to change things," he'd say. "Nonsense," Eric answered, hands still at Jack's waist, as he nuzzled his neck, and pressed soft kisses along his collarbone. "Things will be fine. After all." He looked up breifly, grinning as he caught Jack's eyes, "It's not as if the world is ending." And Jack would chuckle, the rumble echoing in his hands at Eric's shoulders. "I'm glad," and he lowered his head to kiss Eric back. ~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 36. Only 12 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour fifteen (or is it seventeen?), and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

Simmish: If it was fun, should it still be considered time wasted? ^^;; [27 Jul 2008|12:48am] seidoo_ryuu [ mood | silly ] I spent the whole damned day playing the Sims. And when I wasn't playing, I was downloading stuff. -_- Wait, I washed dishes in there somewhere...so I guess it wasn't the whole day. :P I'm inclined to say that it was a total waste of time, except it wasn't. ^^ I'm trying to get a couple of chapters in before I start posting my story, but hopefully that will happen next week. Hopefully. It depends on whether or not I can get over the nervousness. ^^;;; In the meantime, my desk looks like the paper volcano exploded. I have so many little scraps of paper lying everywhere with names, stats, and notes scribbled on them, I can't see my desk any more. -_- It wouldn't be a Simmish post if I didn't post pictures! ( I play the Sims because it is FUNNY. ) Edited to Add: Let's play a game! It's called, "Caption This!" ( Ready steady teddy GO! ) 2 Å lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|02:00am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #35 the Animated (Holyday) Series (Hagaddah, Menorah, Megillah) My Dearest, I cannot help but think it is unfair to what we do to these two, they are still but children. Capable, certainly, and our best, but still children. Traveling across the chasm rips would take its toll on anyone, but children especially, who are forced to grow up too soon (and too many times, my dear), to confront things they are not yet ready for. Since the loss of their Star Dreidle, their travel has been harder: more complicated. A magic carpet to Ancient Persia. An old friend (the Hollow-Humped Camel, surely you'd remember Gamal?) to take them to Ancient Canaan, and to the sand beneath Mount Sinai. Seven years we left them in the desert, dearest. Seven years after the mistake with the Golden Calf (which, yes, they were successful in, or with) and the giving of the Commandments. Seven years to age normally as they would, to feel and grow and wonder. Only to be ripped home again, bodies as they were. They have seen too much. Ten Plagues, and a man hung by his own rope. Sacrifice and seduction, kisses before they knew what kisses were, a sharing of beds before they should. Oh my, dearest. They are still but children. Children too young to understand, who watch for us every night, who turn to one another because no one else will understand. I give to you a proposition - a suggestion - my dear. When the Council meets next, we ask them to wait. Until Danny and Judy are old enough to know, and to understand. Yours. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 35. Only 13 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour fifteen (or is it seventeen?), and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|01:30am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #34 Fairy Tales: Beauty and the Beast She hadn't fallen in love with the man; she had fallen in love with the beast. On the seventh night (or seventh month, if you counted time on the outside), when the Beast asked her to marry him, she bit her lower lip, and shook her head. The Beast nodded, and turned as if to move away. She knew what posessed her: what made her to shoot out a hand, brown and tanned from afternoons spent walking in the garden (with him) and riding in the mornings (without him, which as he explained, was horses didn't trust him), and tightened her hold on his arm. He paused, but didn't turn. "If I tell you yes, I'll no longer have you, will I?" He opened his mouth, as if he would speak, but Beauty shook her head. "No, Beast." She stepped around him, placed her other hand on his other arm, tilted her head to look at him fully. Smiled when she realized his eyes were closed, and his breath had slowed, and she felt the power of him hum under, and that he was waiting. "I love you," she spoke quietly. He opened his eyes, and stared. "I love you," she repeated, the second time easier. "But it is you I love. And if I say yes, I don't want to lose you. I don't want a prince, Beast. I want you." If he was able to smile, he would, but as it was. His expression was tender and soft, and the closest thing to a smile he had: all laughter in his eyes, and teeth in his mouth. He moved his hand just enough to run a claw gently over her cheek. Beauty closed her eyes; it was the first time he had touched her: first. "Then it is done," he whispered. "If you will truly have me as I am." "I'll have you no other way," she smiled, and stood on her tiptoes, to press her lips over his; their first true kiss, and she tightened her hands in the creases of his frock to steady her balance, and she pushed everything she was to him. This was the way it should be. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 34. Only 14 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour fifteen (or is it seventeen?), and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

grey is as gray does [26 Jul 2008|11:17pm] catwithclaws [ mood | mellow ] gratuitous pup post: ( More.... ) 5 Å lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|01:00am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #33 Labyrinth (WARNING: this post contains direct references to 9/11) On the morning the planes crashed, Sarah was on the fifty-second floor, of the second building. She had only just poured her first cup of coffee when the plane flew in, and she watched with some detachment with her co-workers and floor mates while the smoke billowed, and the sky lit as if on fire. She was unprepared when the second plane hit. She tightened her eyes shut, took in a deep breath. She'd never see Toby again. She'd never get to spend another Christmas at Dad's and Karen's, and watch Toby's face on Christmas morning. She'd never get to pet her cats again, or tend to her garden. She'd never volunteer another Thursday night at the Brooklyn Library. She'd never go grocery shopping, or dancing. She took in a deep breath, swore she felt the building rock beneath her. "Sarah." The voice was low, and melodic, and rich behind her. "Jareth?" "Come, love. There's nothing left here for you." "I - I..." She turned, scarcely breathing, terrified she was hallucinating. "Are you real?" He raised an eyebrow, didn't dignify an answer. "I offered you your dreams once, Sarah. You were but a child, only now." He stepped forward, no hesitation. "You're not." "You'll give me my life." "Sarah." "I want to know Toby will be ok." Jareth nodded, a slight inclination of his head, and Sarah was reminded that he was still a king. She stepped forward, took his hand firmly in hers. "I'll go," she said. Something in Jareth melted, and he almost smiled. "I am glad," was all he said, leaned forward to brush a kiss across her mouth; a swirl of glitter and dust, and they were gone, from this world to his. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 33. Only 15 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|12:30am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #32 Highlander On the night the Gathering finally started, Duncan pulled out a bottle of scotch, and went down to Joe's. Methos was there, and so was Amanda. Cierdwyn, and the Valicourts, he had got a note from Cassandra, which was perhaps, better. He nodded, watched as Joe pulled out the glasses, and he divvied the scotch. "To friends," Joe toasted them: a Mortal and Watcher and Friend. "No," Gina de Valicourt corrected. "To family." "To those who have died." "To those who will." The toasts came quickly, and loosely, as the bottle neared empty. Duncan stared into his glass. "To our final Battles," he said soberly. "Cheers," Methos saluted, and drank deep. After, he would remember the taste of amber and alcohol on Duncan's tongue, and the slick of sweat across his skin. He'd remember the way Duncan danced with Amanda: flamenco mixed with death, slow, sweet seduction, and the way she dipped and fit in his arms, and pushed him to him. Methos inclined his head. He remembered the way Robert and Gina sat quietly, and Cierdwyn spoke in low tones. He'd remember the way Duncan's legs tangled in the sheets, and curled into his side, his arms sprawled under Duncan's head. "If we come out of this alive," he started. "We won't." Duncan's tone was sober. "I might." His was light. "But if we do, I'm taking you to Majorca." "It's not worth -" Methos pressed his lips firmly on Duncan's. "I'm taking you." ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 32. Only 16 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[27 Jul 2008|12:00am] thesilentpoet Blogothan #31 Jewish Folklore/(Kabbalah) There is certain power in the usage of names. Reasons why those of modern age have two: common, and personal (private). But there are those who have none, who have nothing to answer to, and nothing to give. Good or evil, friend or foe, they are connected in their lack: identity, power, and personal faith. They are deemed the unimportant ones, the forgotten ones. In the stories passed down, they are spoken by their titles: a great man's wife or a great sage's sister; a great prophet's daughter, and a great hero's mother. It is they who must bound together - read the texts they would otherwise have no access to. Bring power to corners power darest not dwell, and pass from hand to hand, and mouth to mouth, mother to daughter, wife and so on to wife. "It is the way of things," they assure one another, "it is as it is to be, and so." "It's not enough," they agree. Thread spins upon thread, and the tapestry grows with each generation: the family trees expanding and circling with each wedding and each night and each child: daughter and son, sacrifice and sacrificed, the names fall away to the edges, and still the thread becomes cloth, and the cloth becomes a world, and the world slips into the darkness, and the brine and the ash. "There is power in the words spoken," they promise, "we'll find our course, and our titles and name as given to us in the beginnings, and ends." "We'll find our course," they repeat. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 30. Only 18 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[26 Jul 2008|11:30pm] thesilentpoet Blogothan #30 Midsummer Night's Dream It was his job to lure the children into the woods: to leave the traveler wayside in the night, and push them over the cliff. Thieves, and murderers, and rapists. No one missed them, at least, no one truly. But he couldn't bear to push the children. Truth be told, he liked the children. He liked them for their innocence and what easy belief they still had in him, and kind. He'd perform for them simple tricks, and pull illusions. After all, he was the trickster, and it wasn't fair to spin words into double-edged swords when they couldn't par ahead, or back. Oberon would not be pleased, but then he kept his place in court: more advanced tricks, and words filled with wit. He took to Oberon's bed as was asked (and sometimes to his Mistresses' when she pleased), and sometimes he was requested to come to both together. It wasn't his place to argue or question: it was his place. To keep within the shadows, and spin them to his advantage. To sweep what remained seen behind the door, and away from such prying eyes. Because when it came down to it: he liked playing with the children. The newlyweds best, so he conjured, and he laughed, and he kept a supply of flowers just in case. Because all spells would eventually thin, and he'd hate to be the one responsible when some little girl's words came crashing down. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 30. Only 18 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and two pledges! Please help to get us further? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

TF2 Stats [26 Jul 2008|11:19pm] eekers1120 http://theqclan.hlstatsx.com/?mode=playerinfo&player=325972 Wooo... I roxxors the minigun lost in this dim world

[26 Jul 2008|11:00pm] thesilentpoet Blogothan #29 Harry Potter Tonk's declaration surprised him, but even at Hogwarts, Sirius was one who kept his eyes on the boobs. Sirius, and James. He kept his eyes on his books, and got into the bad habit of chewing on the tips of his pen quills, and sneaked cigarettes by the windows on nights not during the full moon when James was passed out dreaming of Lily, and Peter was snoring away. Sirius sat with him, sneaked cigarettes as well, and kisses as well. It would have been perfect, if only it had lasted longer than it had. ~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 29. Only 19 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and still no pledges. Please help? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. 3 Å lost in this dim world

ComicCon Redux [26 Jul 2008|10:50pm] aethyrkitten [ mood | lethargic ] [ music | Heather and Lori snoring ] So, we're leaving early tomorrow morning, and the con's so busy on Saturday that we decided to call it a night. Heather's gonna drag me to see The Dark Knight later, which I have no objections to. We just had yummy Indian food at Royal India, and then yummy ice cream at the Ghirardelli ice cream parlor. Right now we're all detoxing a bit, so I decided to hop on, check my e-mail, and provide a highlights list of the Con, at least from my perspective: - Doctor Who panel, with absolutely hysterical Stephen Moffat (and Julie Gardner! Poor underloved lady.). Russell T. Davies unfortunately couldn't make it, but Stephen more than made up for that. It was a whole lot of laughs, although I tried really hard to close my ears to the latest season spoiler questions, 'cause I haven't watched the latest season yet (it's on the agenda for when I'm home and my stupid desktop works again). One of my favorite comments: A fan asked if Stephen ever scared himself with the stuff he writes, since he always seems to write the creepy Who episodes. She then adds that she was never scared of the dark until she watched his episodes, and now she is. His immediate reaction was "Well, first of all, I'm glad you've finally joined the rest of us." Sooper cool: We got to see an extended trailer for this year's Christmas special. OOOOWEEEEE! - Immediately followed by HILARIOUS Torchwood panel - laughed so hard for so long that I got a migraine. John Barrowman and Naoko Mori sang a duet for us; apparently they were in Miss Saigon together when they were younger. Oh, and John Barrowman and whatsisface (you know, Ianto) had a big gay kiss the minute Ianto's actor walked out on stage. Well, almost. They went for it and then pulled off at the very last second. Theeey know what their fans are like. Soooo much funny stuff in that panel it's not even funny, and I'll post more in detail about that later, what I can remember of it. Mostly I just remember absolutely dying of laughter. One of my favorite comments: A fan was too far back from the microphone when asking a question and was asked to put his mouth closer to the mic. John Barrowman's response - "Just pretend it's me!" Sooper cool: Torchwood season 3 confirmed! But they ARE trying something new this time, and if I heard correctly, it'll either be only 5 episodes, or it'll start with a 5-episode-long story arc - I'm not sure which. - Finding the Joe Linsner booth and making friends with Awesome Lady (that's the codename I've made up for her in lieu of using her real name), who is one of the Linsner people and was working the booth. She was really sweet, and everything I bought, she had Linsner sign for me. The latter stuff I bought, she also gave me discounts on. Everything was really affordable, too - her philosophy was "Hey, you paid so much just to get IN here..." Aww. I got my best friend a really beautiful art nouveau-style Dawn print and had Linsner autograph it in her name and everything, then later ended up getting the same print for myself but with no name attached to the sig (just happened that way). They were all very, very sweet and I cannot recommend Linsner's work enough - there's a lot of boobage, 'cause he loves cheesecake, but he is a genuinely talented artist, and his ladies have hips, goddamn it, and their breasts obey gravity, and that's something I can get behind even when it's porny as hell. Awesome Lady and I traded e-mail addresses, and I'll definitely be staying in touch. http://www.linsner.com/ - Finding the Ubisoft booth, and accidentally making friends with the lead designer of the new Prince of Persia game. I'll definitely be e-mailing him and trying to stay in touch too; he was absolutely fantastic. But you guys. YOU GUYS! The absolute least I can do for this incredibly sweet, talented and passionate designer is cut the personal anecdote bullshit and tell you about the game. It looks incredible. The animation style is breathtaking, the physics are as death-defying and innovative as ever, the battle moves are badass, and I think - fingers crossed - they may have actually created a female character I can get behind. She's aaaalmost as dressed as the Prince is, and she's constantly there to help and guide you if you need it. She's actually acrobatic-looking, too; that part impressed me. Her breasts are small and appropriate for her frame. As a gamer, I like this game, but as a girl, at least from what I've seen so far, I like this character. I'll add more in a later, separate entry, but I'll leave it with this: Prince of Persia comes out on Christmas, you guys! PLEASE BUY IT AND ENJOY IT! - True Blood looks kinda interesting, but the panel was so motherfreaking BORING. Our greatest fear is that the marketing campaign, which is clever and very eye-catching, is actually outshining the show by a lot. However, the trailer looked decent - not that it matters, since I don't get HBO or Showtime or any of those channels, but still, for those of you who like those books and DO, there you have it. Give the show a shot - they claim to be trying to stay as true to the books as they can given the different medium. Favorite quote: Upon a fan's question of whether they'd consider making a "real" TruBlood beverage as a beer or an energy drink, and what it would contain. "Well, I think it'd be composed of V8, Vicodin, Valium and Viagra. You'd have to get your doctor to prescribe it though." Sooper cool: We got a gift package, which included a little viral marketing TruBlood logo bag, a T-shirt with a slogan on it ("Real blood is for suckers" or "Friends don't let friends drink friends"), a side-story comic about the vampires' coming out of the closet, and - most impressively - a copy of the first novel. - Dexter panel was really fun even though I've only ever seen one episode of Dexter. I'll leave the commentary on that to Heather, since she's seen the show. Julie Benz still has squeaky!voice of doom, and Michael whatsisface has Serial Killer Eyebrows and I can see why they cast him. Everyone on the panel was great though. Favorite quote: Julie Benz, responding to a fan's question about how it was to go from playing Darla on Buffy to playing Rita on Dexter, after going through a spiel about how both women are like opposite sides of the spectrum in their reactions to being badly abused by men, that one went aggro to cope and one went meek to cope - "But of course, Rita WILL eventually become Darla, you know." - Without getting into personal details, made friends at Top Shelf and Dark Horse. Both companies are really, really kind and hilarious. Buy their comics! - Dark Horse let me in to the Yoshitaka Amano signing!! SOOOO much fun! I bought his book of fairy illustrations on my way to the signing and had him sign that and a poster they had for people who had nothing for him to sign. I got a photo, too! He was really nice, but quiet of course. I told him my favorite of his stuff was Onmyoji, which he seemed amused by but clearly understood 'cause he repeated it back to me (I told him what my favorite thing was in English, and did the rest in Japanese - I didn't wanna just babble in Japanese at him like some crazy fan, and hey, maybe he wanted English practice like I want Japanese practice, so a bit of both seemed appropriate). He drew a little sketch of me inside my book cover - dude, I look badass in Amano-style. - Went to Dark Horse/Weta/LucasArts party, where I met a comic distributor who lives like a few miles away from me! I hope we can meet again, and I told him point-blank that I would demand freebies. (Jokingly, of course.) Also saw Bruce Campbell and Ted Raimi, and they hung out nearby for a while, but I did not bother them, because if I were at an industry party trying to relax and someone came up to me just to fangirl, I'd be uncomfortable. They seemed to have a good time, so hey, good enough for me. - Got in-company Silent Hill gossip from a guy supervising the Silent Hill 5 demo at the Konami booth. Sadly, did not have a chance to go back to actually TRY the demo, but watching it, it was hard to say if it'll be any good or not. - Bought presents for people and for myself, and bought a lot of dice at the (shiny! omg SO SHINY!) Chessex booth, as well as a new dice pouch, 'cause I needed one. - Saw the first episode (and the regular cast in person) of season 3 of Heroes, and only kinda sorta knew what the hell was going on. Spoilers, anyone? Who wants? P.S. - Hayden Panetittywhatever is still an obnoxious skanky whore, but that Japanese dude is hilarious and I like him already. - Hung out at the Lost panel for some amusing viral marketing type stuff; had no clue what was going on otherwise since it's yet another show I've never seen. - Terminator: Salvation panel. McG is very, very good with the fans, and seems to be trying hard to win them over, but is nonetheless a total douche. Mixed reactions about the trailer that was shown. More on that later. Still, it was a fun panel, and we got free T-shirts later, so hey. - Aaaand of course lots of free stuff, although - not being a shameless whore - I was really not up for the "Oo! Oo! Pick me!" begging and pushing and shoving and camping-out required to get the really "big" stuff, and contented myself with whatever happened to come my way. Other than that, we had lots of really good, quality dinners, one at a restaurant with head chef Brian Malarkey from Top Chef, so that was some bizarre celebrity factor there, and had dinner last night next to Richard Hatch of original Battlestar Galactica fame. Nifty, but ultimately pointless since it's not like we chatted with him or anything. We were completely unprepared for the crowds (I adjusted to it after the first night, but that first night was insane), but I know I at least had a great time; now if only people would stop telling me how much better it used to be and how I missed out on the glory years... >_> 4 Å lost in this dim world

[26 Jul 2008|10:30pm] thesilentpoet Blogothan #28 Wolf's Rain When it came down to it: Who was the alpha leader? Tsume had the strength, and the ability, but Kiba - Kiba has the sense. Kiba was the one who believed, who followed through the wasteland unquestioning, and untarnished. He alone held her hand, and knew the warmth of her tears in his fur. He alone believed in the Paradise at the other end of this broken world and believed they would reach it. Perhaps Tsume was just jealous, but then that was a matter to perception. I love you, I hate you. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 27. Only 21 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and still no pledges. Please help? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

[26 Jul 2008|10:00pm] thesilentpoet Blogothan #27 Fairy Tales: Hansel&Gretl "Why don't we just stay here?" "To live?" Gretl shrugged. "Why not? It's just needs some organizing. If you promise not to throw breadcrumbs." Hansel pivoted around the room. He'd have nightmares, and there was only one bed: not that either had been allowed to sleep in it before. "I have no reason to still leave trails." He tightened his arms around his waist. "What about father?" "We're no longer part of him or there." Gretl sounded determined, and certain. It was belittled by the fear in her eyes. Hansel went to her, put his arms around her. "He let her take us, he didn't try to find us. You left bread crumbs." "I expect the pigeons ate them." He buried his head in his sister's hair. "Filthy pigeons," she swore. "This is our world now, Hansel." She circled her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "And I know a recipe for cooked witch." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 27. Only 21 more to go. Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and still no pledges. Please help? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. 3 Å lost in this dim world

[26 Jul 2008|09:30pm] thesilentpoet Blogothan #26 James Bond Here's what they do tell you: your job is to save the world. Here is what they don't tell you: after you save the world, you must do it again. ... and again. To avert the impending doom, and look suave, stylish and smooth while in progress. Because that is the trick. (Page 577 of the instruction manual, paragraph 22, lines 11-36, right after the part on sleight of hands and top hats). To save the world repeatedly in such a way that for a little time after - at least a little time after - the world appears to right itself again. Stop the terrorists. Travel to New York, and help clean the mess. Move onto the Dead Sea and the Red and the Sea of Reeds, and search the desert and the caves. Fly home to London: feed the ducks. (That's rye bread, and pumpernickel, there is subtlety in crumbs.) Pass into France, search the capital and tombs. (Bring the extra bread.) Hop a boat in Italy, and skip over a vacation in the vineyards for a casino in Rome. (Page 234 of the instruction manual, paragraph 68, lines 2-15, how to play Texas Hold 'Em and Bridge, a crash course. See page 237, paragrpah 11, lines 18-77 for Mah Jong (Chinese.) Because when it comes down to it, the world is unable to fix itself, and he's unable to fix himself, so really, at least, they're not alone. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hi! *waves* This is... it. Blogothan 2008. Prompt 25. Only 23 more to go. (Halfway! Halfway!) Want to leave me prompts? Go here. Want to give money to a good cause and help support cancer research? Go here. Blogothan 2008: 48 pieces of flash fiction in 24 hours. Writing about the end of the world. Writing for charity. Pushing towards hour thirteen, and still no pledges. Please help? All those who give money to St. Judes, will receive a special bonus prize! A story, a craft: you decide. lost in this dim world

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