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Opinions? Anybody? [Sep. 20th, 2002|10:29 pm]
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[mood |confusedconfused]
[music |Moooooozika!]

Ok, a while back Meggyness *pats* convinced me to attempt my habd at an oekaki after quite a long interim from my last attempt. Liz seconded this mvement and so I did...and the damn thing was erased. Im willing to try again, though the thought still aggrivates me..you still think I should give it a go? I will unleash my pathetinc unmad skillz yo! But the enjoyment is stil there...
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<---crackaddled [Sep. 20th, 2002|06:07 pm]
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[mood |confusedconfused]
[music |dragon ash: "cowboy fuck!"]

The fact that there's an Anime/Manga category in the Original Fic section of FFN confuses me. Although not as much as the Marching Band category in the Fanfic section.
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the oekaki that wasn't [Sep. 17th, 2002|02:40 am]
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[mood |grilled toothpaste]
[music |random trance stuff]

It lived a mediocre life and it's creator had lost interest about fifteen minutes before it met it's demise via bluescreen of doom.

Why are watercolors so yicky on boards that have layers? How would a Little Debbie snack cake taste, if I were to warm it up using my George Foreman minigrill? Would it be better if I let the snack cake soak in soy sauce for a little while first? What do grilled pickles taste like?
*speculates grilling possibilities*
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Randomly... [Sep. 16th, 2002|01:09 am]
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[music |Nostalgie (digital music)]

Would you go to Sue Johanson's house for dinner?

(aside: I sure as hell wouldn't. That woman scares me.)

(also aside: Is this even broadcast outside of Canada?)
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i refuse to eplain myself. i think it's the fault of my sister. [Sep. 13th, 2002|07:46 pm]
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[mood |giddygiddy]
[music |elastica -- mad dog]

If you're a fellow Silent Hill fan, this bud's for you.
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2002|10:43 pm]
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[mood |shockedshocked]
[music |Dsigual (silver) "Pacific Wish"]

FFN! Noooo! They're taking out the smut! *chokes on melodramatic sobs*
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Fly with me to Norway on a guilded sock. [Sep. 12th, 2002|03:24 am]
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[mood |quixoticquixotic]
[music |Edge Alternative (digital music)]

Unnaturally the ice came. In a way unlike the ice cream vendor on a saturday morning with his little truck playing a picknickey tune while the children follow mindless behind his sweet sweet ride, jerking money from their pockets and their parents, twitching like a bad imitation of the Minister of silly walks as they rush to meet the geniel old man handing out his popsicles while secretly harbouring the dark desire for global destruction inside his most secret heart.

No, it came not like that at all.

Harold Pedro Cider was a generation X-er. Though since he was a taurus he amused himself by saying he was part of generation Ox. Harold did many things to amuse himself, most of them not polite to speak of in mixed company, dirty, dusty things involing small sticks that could easily be used to poke puppies and the tines from his mother's prized silver forks. Harold was a strange man, his tittering laugh always seeming to echo throughout a room like a duck's qvack in a moonlit cove. Ringing silently off the walls so nobody could hear it, and yet all knew it was there. As he tittered constantly to himself, Harold Pedro Cider would sometimes pause and think of selling children little bull-shaped lollies, twittering away all the more at entertaining thoughts of selling bulls little children shaped lollies, flaoured of bogeys and unwashed hands.

Get out of my house! He though at the spectres, and the only member of the Ox Generation fled to the hills to alone with his laugh and his life and his tamagotchi.

But the day came, when the well dried up and the trees stopped bearing their ham and tuna sandwiches, that Harold Pedro Cider, of Generation OX, ventured from his comfortable flat high in the cliffs of silicon valley, and wandered back into society. He saw the genial ice cream man with his dark secrets. He saw the children who walked silly, and their parents with empty pockets, and he grew cold; HPCoGOX began to freeze, fingers growing numb and tingly as if he's just slammed then in a door with a child lock, screaming and screaming for his mummy to let him out as she gathered up the rest of the children and wandered towards the shopping center to buy wool for the night's supper. He cried and ran at the memory, and he came, and the ice came, and it came nothing like the ice cream man thought it would.
And the children froze.
And the parents froze.
And the ice cream would have froze, but it was already frozen.
And all expanded, as water is won't to do.
And the little man seling his detergent froze.
My toaster oven is bigger than your breadbox.
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2002|04:27 am]
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[mood |enviousenvious]

Realism >.<..
I know he's good and I should be used to such goodness by now, it's just that I'm constantly forgetting just how good his realism is.
Meh, there are so many things you can do with an oekaki board. It's simpler and more straightforward than phtoshop, but more versatile than mspaint. ^_^ I love oekaki.

...okay...so that was somewhat pointless and random...*coughs* at least I'm staying IC, eh?
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Connect that, BITCH! [Oct. 12th, 2002|06:52 pm]
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[mood |busybusy]
[music |Kotani Kinya - God You're Save]

Woohoo! XD I finally got my DSL back up and running... -_- Idiots. Now I just have to find the time to comment/draw at the board. ... ::laughs:: Riiiiight. @_@; Must go sew... must be slave to cosplay obsession...
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