Things.

Jun. 9th, 2011 09:59 pm
1) I just made and ate gazpacho with a large quantity of raw garlic. My personal odor is presently pretty amazing.

It would probably be rude to take the leftovers to work for lunch tomorrow, wouldn't it?

2) The Disgaea manga is not very good. This is not really surprising - not everyone can get MATO or Himekawa Akira to do their licensed manga - but they could at least have found someone who could draw the characters.

3) This is a pretty okay headline.

4) Work is killing my soul. There are lists of personal property damages written on every flat surface, and on the backs of my eyelids. I feel as if no phone conversation is complete without reminding someone that they need to get something witnessed by a notary. When I ask Mom to pick up bananas at the store, I lay the receiver down feeling adrift: Even if she gets the bananas, they cannot possibly notarized. All meaning is dead in this world.

5) And my phone died again. That's the second one in three months.

This cutscene right here.

It’s probably better to watch it with the sound turned off - Aramis’s VA is not going to be anywhere near as good as what you’re imagining.

(The Power Rangers one is good, too.)

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In last night’s dream the demon biologist who was driving me to the session of the Dark Congress pulled over so she could look at the hummingbirds. They were the size of swans, flying in repetitive formation over a small suburban house. They were constructed from bits of old brooms, with no legs and long sharpened beaks. Their wings whirred steadily, except for one that thumped sometimes from something broken.

The pattern in which they flew and the way they turned was extremely unsettling in the dream. I wonder if this is something I could reproduce in Maya, or if it’s one of those dream-things that exists without real pictorial form, only the impression of eeriness that it left on me.

The rest of it was a Disgaea dream. Apparently I ship Laharl/Flonne, which is possibly wrong-headed of me. While they were blushing and stammering at each other, Etna found the higher-level version of herself with the different color scheme and beat her down.

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I started Disgaea last night, and then all of a sudden it was four AM.

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