Remember those puppies I blogged of on Christmas day? They were part pit-bull and started to get more and more aggressive as they got healthier. Mom just left to take them to the vet to be put to sleep. I know it's the only responsible and logical thing to do, but da nante joodan ja nai if it doesn't kusoimaimashii hurt.
Note to non-Japanese speakers; Don't look up what I said.
Note to Japanese speakers; Sorry for what I just said.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Belated bah-humbug
I really should of posted this about a week ago. Every year at Christmas time, I get in an argument with someone over the true meaning of Christmas. To sum up my thoughts, Christmas is a pagan sacrifice/feast day (or in the case of Ishtar, Babylonian goddess of love and lust, very, er, unique blends of the two.) that was taken by the RCC ( Roman Catholic Church) and morphed to bring in more people and to have something for the members of the church to do on the solstice other then go to the sacrifice (Human or animal, depending where you were.). Don't get me wrong, I think holidays are great and if you want to say its about the Lord of Heaven and Earth's incarnation, feel free. Just don't start complaining of the commercialization of the season, or quoting "Jesus is the reason for the season" and other such empty platitudes at me.
And whatever you do, don't ask me anything about that jolly, creepy old coot, Santa...
Quote of the post: "It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly. And other things..ending in 'olly'." The Hogfather by Terry Pratchett.
And whatever you do, don't ask me anything about that jolly, creepy old coot, Santa...
Quote of the post: "It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly. And other things..ending in 'olly'." The Hogfather by Terry Pratchett.
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Whining about varrious things
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Puppies.
Puppies at Christmas. Not as gifts though. We found two puppies under the porch yesterday right before we left for my great-grandma's house. They seem to have been dumped. I call the boy Naruko (Gentle Child in Japanese, he is just a bit on the lazy, cuddly side.), and the girl Takana (Treasure). We are not planning to keep them, but I am taking care of them until we find good homes, or a good home. Very cute puppies, but very noisy. I am kinda happy right now, as my mom gave me some really nice green tea for Christmas.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Spraining of brains and warping of reality.
Arigatoo Ojisan. You have utterly broken my brain. Serial Experiment Lain is really weird. And brain twisting. And awesome. The Wired*twitch*, Hologram main characters meeting them selves, *twitch* general weirdness. *twitch twitch twitch* What a great, mind warping way to start the week. Psychics and electronics.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Of samurai and ninja , robots and things.
Anime is fun to watch in Japanese. I would be the first to admit that english dubbed anime is stupid, childish and annoying. There is just something about the japanese language and the voice actors, that makes it truely great. As of this moment, I have watched; Naruto Shippuden, most of the kid's Naruto series( it's a bit too childish to watch after seeing some of the Shippuden series.), Death Note and Bleach. I'm watching Full Metal Alchemist and Samurai Champloo.
Samurai Champloo is very special. After all, how many shows are there out there that have samurai who's martial art style is based on break-dancing?
Samurai Champloo is very special. After all, how many shows are there out there that have samurai who's martial art style is based on break-dancing?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
A.C.T.
It is the day after I took the A.C.T. again. it is the day of "D'oh" moments as I realize how I could have solved the problems that I guessed on. I say again. D'oh!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Addictions of the geek-kind (not of the drug kind)
As I type this post I can feel the cold, icy fingers creeping up my spine and into my brain. Yes, the cold, icy fingers of that most evil of internet daemons made by teh darkness to ensnare our very souls and lives (and time and money). The evil of the World of Warcraft. I have quit this dark-spawned game twice in the last 7 months when the stupid, stupid other 10 million (I kid you not, they reached that number a few months ago.) players finally got too annoying to tolerate. I suppose they have to be annoying when they are a horde of 12-14 year olds (or at least act that way) who's purpose in life is to be illiterate and obnoxious at the top of their lungs on a game server with an average player population of around 2000 or more.
I suppose that there must be many decent and intelligent players out there. I found several when I moved to a RP (Role-Playing for you non-gamers) server and for a few weeks was in a state of bliss. Until some of the PVP (Player vs. Player) and normal servers went down for a few days. Guess where all the little obnoxious punks from the PVP's went? And, it was for no other reason then to annoy all us people that were playing quietly by ourselves or in small guild groups. After the PVP servers were restored, several of them had made charactors on the server and decided to stay. And thus, the quiet little RP server chat, filled before with next to nothing (most of the talking was done in /whisper or /guild chats) was filled with digital cries of "ur a ghai fagg" and other various forms of pathetic and vulgar yammering.
And now, even knowing what will happen, I find myself tempted to play again. Why? Because, despite the cartoonish air and brightly coloured graphics, it is really quite a nice piece of fantasy, with a blend of stupidity and dark, intelligent thoughts and stories. In summary: WOW, great game, soul destroyingly bad community that you desire to bludgeon with a dictionary after about three minutes.
I suppose that there must be many decent and intelligent players out there. I found several when I moved to a RP (Role-Playing for you non-gamers) server and for a few weeks was in a state of bliss. Until some of the PVP (Player vs. Player) and normal servers went down for a few days. Guess where all the little obnoxious punks from the PVP's went? And, it was for no other reason then to annoy all us people that were playing quietly by ourselves or in small guild groups. After the PVP servers were restored, several of them had made charactors on the server and decided to stay. And thus, the quiet little RP server chat, filled before with next to nothing (most of the talking was done in /whisper or /guild chats) was filled with digital cries of "ur a ghai fagg" and other various forms of pathetic and vulgar yammering.
And now, even knowing what will happen, I find myself tempted to play again. Why? Because, despite the cartoonish air and brightly coloured graphics, it is really quite a nice piece of fantasy, with a blend of stupidity and dark, intelligent thoughts and stories. In summary: WOW, great game, soul destroyingly bad community that you desire to bludgeon with a dictionary after about three minutes.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
On the topic of awesome music and social evils.
I shall address both topics in the order of the title. Firstly, music. Yesterday I got the new album Southern Hospitality, from Disciple ( a christian hard rock/metal band). To speak simply, it is unbelievably awesome. Good drums, fantastic guitars and great vocals. The only thing I would change is making the vocals just a wee bit louder.
Anyways, on to the second topic: "foul language". What do I have to say on the topic of four letter words? Simply this: the entire concept is childish and pathetic. A word cannot be bad in and of itself. These words were the common-everyday-use words until someone decided that they sounded too common. Then they became bad to say. I am of the belief that "foul language" is indeed something to be removed from society, but not by saying "oh, how terrible!". Instead, I believe we should simply not take offense when they are spoken. Then, perhaps the speakers will see that no one is getting stirred up and stop, or since no one cares, it will cease to be a problem.
I have no doubt that there are many errors of grammar in this post and I apologize. My only defense is that I got up only an hour ago and am not quite awake yet. I also thank you for reading my often silly little blog. I shall perhaps write another entry latter today, muses be willing, but if not, have a wonderful week-end.
Anyways, on to the second topic: "foul language". What do I have to say on the topic of four letter words? Simply this: the entire concept is childish and pathetic. A word cannot be bad in and of itself. These words were the common-everyday-use words until someone decided that they sounded too common. Then they became bad to say. I am of the belief that "foul language" is indeed something to be removed from society, but not by saying "oh, how terrible!". Instead, I believe we should simply not take offense when they are spoken. Then, perhaps the speakers will see that no one is getting stirred up and stop, or since no one cares, it will cease to be a problem.
I have no doubt that there are many errors of grammar in this post and I apologize. My only defense is that I got up only an hour ago and am not quite awake yet. I also thank you for reading my often silly little blog. I shall perhaps write another entry latter today, muses be willing, but if not, have a wonderful week-end.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Catch phrases, wide-spread destruction and the divine wrath of the Lord.
I have a new catch-phrase/solution to all of life's problems. Fire and brimstone. Eh? Ehhh? It really does work, just allow me to demonstrate: noisy neighbors? Fire and brimstone. Bad drivers? Fire and brimstone. Totally sinful nation/city? Calls to repent, and intercessory prayer. I bet you thought I was going to say "Total obliteration of masses of people by the actions of a righteously wrathful God." didn't you? You horrible, horrible person.
So don't delay, call down fire and brimstone today.
All life's problems can be solved by several dozen tons of burning sulfur.
So don't delay, call down fire and brimstone today.
All life's problems can be solved by several dozen tons of burning sulfur.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
What-ho! Another blog floating in the aether. How very original and creative.
Behold the blog. Fear the blog. Read the blog. Yes, what your eyes see is in fact, a blog made by me, myself and I. I shall probably make many mistakes in grammar, but do be careful to discern if it is indeed a error of the grievous sort, or merely a relic of individuality prior to writing many a scolding email. Also, there is likely to be toxic levels of sarcasm and angst. Ye have been warned.
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