Roommate Scare

So, my roommate (one of my flatmates and I have evolved into roommates with the move and such) has a new boyfriend. As such, she spent the weekend at his house. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with what happened to Ben... Let's just say that not seeing someone, or receiving any indication that they did not mysteriously drop off the face of the earth for no apparent reason so soon after what's been happening is bad for Blanche's health.

I know I'm turning into some sort of mother hen, but still.

Also, still no news on Ben. Police have come up with nothing, there aren't any rumors going around campus, the campus officials are less-than forthcoming with any information they may or may not have. It's like he never existed.

Haven't heard much from Dev either. She hasn't been answering my calls.

No news

Can't get him on his cell.

Rained all day. Couldn't put those posters up like I wanted to.

I don't have any idea what's going on.

What am I going to do?

What the fuck.

I called Dev this morning. I figure if anyone's heard from him it would be his girlfriend. No dice. So, I finally broke down and went to the housing office. After jumping through way more hoops than I should have needed to, they finally managed to open his dorm.

It was empty. Completely fucking empty. No furniture, no Ben, no roommate, no sign that anyone had ever lived there at all. We've been asking around in the other rooms. Nobody has seen anyone but me go anywhere near that door for days.

Filled out a missing person's report with the police.

What the fuck.

Ohai Guyz!

Guess what I did all day! Moved my shit! Guess who didn't help! Ben! I haven't been able to get ahold of him at all, despite the fact that he promised he would help me move. He hasn't been answering my texts, and I suspect he's been giving me the FU button whenever I call. He wouldn't come to his door either. To be honest, I'm a little concerned. He's a jackass, but he generally doesn't break promises like this.

Anyway, since I'm calling him out on a public forum, I'm pretty sure he'll respond. If he doesn't I think that gives me license to worry about the little shit.

It's about time I wrote a post here.

Hey guys!

Sorry I've been gone for so long. What with my starting college in a real school, and the hurricane and all that good stuff, I've been really freaking busy. I've made a bunch of friends, and apparently picked up a stalker! Not... you know, a tall face-less stalker. Just a regular old human one. Anyway, perhaps it's unkind to call him a stalker, it's not like he doesn't do this to everyone else.

I've been asking around, and there is a term for this guy just appearing wherever the fuck I seem to be. It's called getting Lewisbombed. Seriously, I don't know what this guy's problem is. How is he everywhere I go? Why does he feel the need to knock on my door once a day? Why does he call me so much? Why did I give him my phone number?

I'm legitimately afraid that one of these days I'm gonna open my blinds and he'll be standing there like Slendy.

Anyway, things have been really hectic around here. The hurricane did some impressive water damage to our walls, and we're being moved to a different apartment while they do whatever magical anti-mold dance they need to do. I'm not looking forward to packing up all my shit so soon after unpacking, but what can you do? I've been assigned to a different room, but let's be honest. I'm probably just going to be annoying the fuck out of Ben for the two-four weeks it'll take for them to finish their work.

Anyway, sorry I haven't been around so much. I've been getting Lewisbombed every few hours or so.

EDIT: So, my roommate and her not-boyfriend got Lewisbombed as I wrote this post. I did warn them that it would probably happen if they went out there, but nooo. They just had to go out for a smoke. Nobody ever listens to Blanche.

Moving

The day for my departure for KU is rapidly approaching. The closer it gets, the more nervous I become. I just didn't realize I could become this nervous. I don't know if I can do this guys. I've never lived on my own before. I know Ben will be there. I know I'll have a roommate and all that. I'm just really nervous. Some little nagging voice telling me that I'm almost certainly going to burst into flames if I do this.

I'm given to understand that this is totally normal.

My mom's really excited. She made the least dignified sound I've ever heard just now. Sort of like she was choking on her own excitement. It was... I never want to hear that sound again. It'll be playing on the elevators in my personal hell.

Omegle

I've seen lots of pictures of amusing Omegle conversations, and thought I would try to have one of my own.

I think I nailed it.

knmfskijipaewnjiafjiwnfijefakjwfjwfkiwf~!

My cousin and his baby are in town and oh my God is that baby too cute for words! No, I don't think you understand. We don't have a word for how cute that baby is. We just don't.

Now. I'm gonna go play with the cute baby. Ya'll do whatever it is ya'll do when not playing with cute babies.




























































































So cute.

And to think, I could have been mining

So, today Ben and Dev decided that I should go outside. I don't know what sort of fucked up world they're living in, but outside and I don't really like each other that much. It frequently tries to kill me with it's pollen and bees and metal horse-less chariots and the like. I rather enjoy being not-killed, so outside and I only interact when absolutely necessary.

Anyway, so I emerged from my cave, blinking against the harsh unfamiliar sensation of the light of the day star, and went out to interact with my friends. It was pretty fun I guess. Nothing really spectacular happened. Well, it rained. I played in the puddles for a bit.

And then it stopped raining, and I was cold and wet the rest of they day. And then I had an allergy attack of epic proportions, and am fairly certain I'm about to die. So yeah, "it's not that bad".

See Quezzy, this is how it's done

Ben's captcha is much smarter than Quezzy's. For one, it spelled the word it was going for correctly. Second of all, it accurately described me. So, sorry Quezzy. Ben wins this round. And with that code prank you pulled, you two are about tied. You may have to go into the Murderdrome to settle this one.

The captcha in question. I do have a certain flair, don't I?

Minecraft

So, here's my entire thoughts on this game. God damn green blowy-upy-things, and why can't I stop smelting shit?

Oh boy!

Minecraft is F2P during the Humble Indie Bundle! I've been meaning to give this game a shot. I've heard a lot of good things about this. Maybe I'll talk about the games that I bought along with the HIB at some point. Maybe not. Who knows. Time to do some mining. Maybe some crafting as well.

Most Stressful Math Test Ever.

Seriously. Fuck math. It's the most miserable thing ever, and I suck at it.

So, last Tuesday I decided to skip. No big deal I thought, it's one class right? Well then accident happened and suddenly I'm missing the Thursday class as well. Math wasn't exactly my biggest concern at the time (Don't tell my grandma. She'll be super mad.) Well, no big deal right? When I walked into the class I made a joke about how it would be just my luck for us to have the test today.

Well guess what we did today? Spoiler alert: We took a fucking math test.

It was the worst thing ever. I didn't remember any of the stuff we did learn, and I didn't know any of the stuff I wasn't there for. And what's worse? Fractions. More than half the test was fractions. I haven't touched fractions since ninth fucking grade.

Ah man. Took me nearly the full hour and a half to do the fucking test, and I know I got more than half of it wrong. Fuck.

To put it in perspective, if the first test was the Deku Tree, then this math test was the fucking Water Temple. And the professor is that damn owl that won't shut up.

Fuck.

Back in business

Hey guys!

Apparently not even some drunken asshole plowing into my car at roughly a bazillion* miles an hour is enough to stop me! Typing with my arm in a cast like this is a real pain, but whatever. Granny pulled through, so go team Blanche.

Anyway, Quezzy! What's going on with you and Bob? Go on, divulge all of the dirty details my friend. Honestly, just saying "Hey we're going out now" and not updating? I expected better of you.

*May have been less than a bazillion. What am I, a speedometer?

Ben Here

Hey guys. Blanche cut out the song and dance this time and let me have her password this time. How boring is that?

Anyway, I'm supposed to welcome her new follower and stalker. So welcome Theta and Teach.

Rabbit Hole

So, reverse-stalking Theta has led me to a plethora of "Slenderblogs". Every one I click on leads me to five more. This is interesting, but I simply don't have the time to go through all of these. Most of them don't seem to be very good. I mean, a lot of them are really interesting. But I'm busy. Mid term paper is due tomorrow, Ben is a jackass, I've got my blogging, and still need to do Part 2 of MH, and the totheark videos. Plus I hear Every Man Hybrid is also good. I may want to check that out as well sometime.

So, in short, I'm procrastinating on my procrastination by doing the very thing that I'm procrastinating.

...Yes.

Ben is an asshole

He is so getting revenge crab'd.

Marble Hornets Part 1

Well, I did say that I would be watching these. And it is light out, so here it goes. I'll try to get through all forty + of them, and type up my thoughts as I'm watching them. Well, this is just up to episode 26, but still. You know what I mean. It's sorta like a liveblog. I guess.

Whoo!

I'm back in control of my own blog. Ben's got his own now, so he can stop stealing mine. Theoretically.

Anyway, Ben told me about that thing of Quezzy's. I'm gonna have to remember to check out that Marble Hornets thing sometime. Ben says I have to wait until the sun comes up, because he isn't dealing with my paranoia if he doesn't have to. That jerk.

>:D

Good luck guessing your new password eh?

Owait! Since I'm typing this that means...

And not talking to me, Blanche? You wound me.

Quezzy

You and I need to exchange some words. This was the latest captcha your blog gave me.

I do not appreciate the insinuation. You and your blog need to have a nice long chat about accusing people of being "lessebo"s. And maybe a little discussion on spelling as well. >:(

And before I forget, iced coffee is amazing. You have no taste.

Finally

Took me all day, but I managed to crack the new password Ben set up. Good luck guessing the new password mother fucker.

Fuck you Ben. I'm not talking to you.

Trollolololol

Dearest Blanche!

I've hijacked your blog, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.

With all my love,
Ben

Ps. You forgot to tell them about how you screamed like a little girl when I "snuck up" on you.

A little be-lated, but here it is.

Alright, we weren't able to find a camera that could film in the dark, so no visual documentation of what happened. C'est la vie.

Here's what happened: Absolutely nothing.

Ben and I walked around his dark house with candles for a few hours, and aside from some painful shin wounds I received when I bumped into his coffee table, nothing of interest happened. There was a reason I decided to ask Ben to help me out with this one. Ben has been my best friend since we were in the first grade. He knows I'm afraid of the dark, and how to keep me from psyching myself out too much. I suppose if I wanted a super fun post full of psychotic ramblings, I should have done it without him, but we all know I would have been hiding within the circle of salt within fifteen minutes if he wasn't there to keep me grounded. In short I sacrificed the fun parts for my sanity. Maybe when I grow a backbone I'll do it again without him, but we all know that isn't about to happen.

Sorry I made you all wait for nothing. I wish I had something cool for you after all that hype.

Green Lantern

That Midnightman post? Yeah, not nearly as important as this.

Bring it on

Midnight Man! So, I talked to my buddy Ben. He says that we can do the Midnight Game at his apartment tonight. Hopefully before then we'll be able to find some way of recording it. I don't own a camera, I'll see if I can't pick up a cheap one before the game starts. That could be fun. I'll probably post the results, video or not, tomorrow-ish. Wish me luck!

Midnight Man

Check this out! It sounds pretty interesting. I missed my opportunity to do it tonight. Maybe I'll get a couple friends together and give it a shot over the weekend. If I do end up doing it, I'll be sure to tell you all how it goes.

My list of dreams

I've got a list of things I plan on doing sometime before I die. I figure I should share them with you. Well, not really. I just figure I should have them written down somewhere and I'm sitting here at four-thirty in the morning and don't have much better to do.

♦ Use a phrase that no one else on the internet has used before. Like "mandatory sex party" or "JarJar you're a genius". However, both of those are taken, so I'll have to come up with something else.

♦ Become a professional writer. Right now I'm an amateur novelist. Well, amateur chapterist really. I haven't written a full novel. Yet!

♦ Write something that gets it's own entry on TvTropes.org. Nothing would make me happier.

♦ Join the FBI. No, seriously how badass would that be? I've always wanted to help catch bad guys.

♦ Become a real adult who doesn't stay up at night vigilantly watching for monsters, or surfing the internet like some sort of internet addict.

♦ Barring joining a legitimate law enforcement agency, become an ace detective, a la Sherlock Holmes or Monk or someone.

♦ Fire a gun with incendiary rounds.

♦ Make and eat a chocolate soufflé.

♦ Visit a foreign country.

♦ Get a passport so I can leave the country.

♦ Learn every language ever.

♦ Become a cultural anthropologist, or maybe an archaeologist. Perhaps a paleontologist. Or maybe a miner. Nevermind. Mining looks like way too much work. I just like to dig.

♦ Defeat the evil demons who are after my soul.

♦ Try all 32 flavors at Baskin Robins.

♦ Locate a Baskin Robins.

♦ Figure out how that Sonic restaurant works.

♦ Get over my fear of heights.

♦ Climb a mountain.

♦ Cut down a tree.

♦ Write and/or draw a comic.

♦ Become awesome  Done!

And here we are (Edited a whole bunch)

You know how it is when you sleep in a semi-unfamiliar place. You know the layout just enough to navigate the place, but aren't comfortable enough to say close the curtains? That's what's going on right now. I can't sleep due to the fact that there is about a 50-50 chance there is some sort of monster hiding just out of sight. I know it can see me with the curtains open, but that means that I can see it too. And who knows? Maybe it'll go berserk and kill me if I close the curtains. All I know is watching the planter sway in the wind out of the corner of my eye is making me believe that that 50-50 should read more like 75-25 in favor of a monster trying to kill me.

Edit: I went out to the garage (where my grandparents keep their soda and various other edible items I wanted) to grab me a soda, because I had just finished my mountain dew (could this have any correlation to my insomnia? I doubt it. I've spent the past ten years developing an immunity to iocane powder.) When I realized that the door from the garage itself to the rest of the house was not locked. Now, not only was it not locked, it was open a smidge. It doesn't have a real lock, only one of those chain locks. You know the ones that wouldn't keep anyone with a half decent kick out of the house. Well, I can only hope that those chains are protected against garage monsters (The infestations we have around these parts can get pretty bad this time of year) because that is the only thing keeping the garage monsters out. And now I don't have a pepsi.

Edit Edit: I read back over this post and realized how ridiculous I must sound. I do not actually believe in monsters, there's just little other way for me to describe the sudden terror that the dark brings me. The feeling that I am almost definitely about to get my head bitten off by some horrible abomination or something similarly fatal. Yes, I'm twenty years old and afraid of the dark. Yes I use my computer as a nightlight when I go to bed. Step off.

Edit Edit Edit: Alright. I'm hearing a weird banging noise I've never heard before from outside. Almost certainly going to die.

Edit Edit Edit Edit: Oh. The noise was just really loud thunder. I'm totally not about to die then, even if there are thunder and lightning monsters. I've got an earth elemental who totally owes me one.

Visiting with my grandparents

I decided to visit my grandparents today along with my father. They were out when we arrived, which wasn't a big deal. I mean, they were going to have to come by at some point. They only live here.

Anyway, while they were out we noticed that one of the cats had knocked over this horrid statue of Donald Trump my grandmother owns for one reason or another. My father and I found it hilarious. We always hated that statue. When my grandparents got home, it seemed like they didn't like the statue much either. I'm not really sure why they didn't try to get rid of it if they didn't like it being there, but here we are. It all seems somewhat Seinfeldian.

I kinda want to take a nap now. And by kinda I mean really. And by really I mean I'm about twelve seconds away from passing out. It's a shame nobody is letting me sleep. Those jerks.

Fuck

I was all excited for sleep. I've got a job interview in oh... two hours now. So I was super pumped to go to sleep at a reasonable hour and wake up fresh as a daisy and answer all sorts of inane questions about what kind of worker I am and how awesome I'll be at the job being offered.

Only, trollbrain had other thoughts. It was all "Oh. It's five in the morning and you want to go to sleep? That sucks bro." And here I am. This is gonna be fun.

Sometimes I think my brain is trying to kill me.

So, there I was in what has been lovingly dubbed my "cave" by my family, when I realized that I was kinda hungry. And by kinda I mean, I'm pretty sure I forgot to eat again. Anyway, my choices were to stay in the safety of my cave and starve to death, or call upon the map who will tell me I must venture forth through the perilous maze of shit my sister has left in front of my door, down the stairs that may or may not be blocked off through, cross through the living room as quickly and silently as possible to reach the kitchen.

Eventually my stomach made it very clear that I would not be wasting away in my cave if it had a say in the matter, and I put on my battle face ready to undertake my quest. The first two phases of my quest went surprisingly well. The normal maze of rubbish was simply not present and the stairs were shockingly clear of any obstruction. It was the living room portion that gave me trouble. I noticed that my step brother was watching Doctor Who, a show I had accidentally gotten him addicted to earlier in the month. Because I am a total Whooligan and can't not sit down and watch an episode if it's one, I plopped down on the couch and forgot all about my quest to get something to eat.

After the episode was finished, I picked myself back up and went back to my cave. Because, well that's just where I live now. I played pokémon for a bit, because I am a total child and love that game more than most things. I'm actually doing a Nuzloke run of Emerald soon. I might have to post screenshots of it on here. That could be fun.

Anyway, an hour or two of pokémon induced trance was broken when my stomach kindly informed me that if I did not complete the quest for something to eat it would be leaving to find a stomach-less person who would remember to feed it every day. Only in less words and more "Oh God oh God I'm totally gonna die" type feeling. Since my stomach leaving would be a bloody mess, and blood is extremely difficult to get out of my bedding I re-emerged from my cave. Blinking at the unfamiliar sensation of light that was not filtered through a DS screen.

I managed to once more make my way through the various obstacles that impeded me from my original goal of trying to get something to eat. This time I managed to resist the temptations of watching Doctor Who, mainly because watching it with my step brother is pretty unbearable. I don't understand how he can like Rose more than Donna. Donna was amazing.

And there I had it. Tortilla chips. The dinner of champions right there. So, my goal completed I made my way back to the cave to eat my chips. Because, you know what was the point otherwise?

Right fast forward a few hours. The chips are long forgotten, and I'm about ready to try my hand at that sleeping thing I've heard so much about. It's about four in the morning now, and all of the lights in the house are out. So, my quest had just been put on hard mode. Well, I was all "Challenge accepted!" and managed to feel my way past the various obstacles and not kill myself going down the stairs and even managed to sneak silently through the living room without waking my step brother who was sleeping on the couch. I was feeling quite proud of myself until it came time to actually put the chips away. We keep our snack foods in a cabinet next to the sink. As I bent down to put the chips in the snack cabinet, my face was met with something warm and fuzzy.

Naturally, my first instinct was to panic. I screamed (waking up my parents and step brother in the process) and put as much distance between myself and the sensation that was not supposed to be there as possible. That happened to land me against the kitchen table where I automatically searched for a weapon until my brain caught up with the primal panic that I was experiencing. I realized that I had panicked (and again, woken my entire household) for no reason. It was my cat, who just wanted to say hello.

Now, I've had this cat for most of my life. I know exactly what his fur feels like. I should have been able to guess that that was what it was right off, but no. My brain was just trolling me. That fucker.

Ohai!

Oh hai there blog I forgot for about two months. I'm sorry I've been a bad blogger. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Here. Have a picture. 

Instead of sleeping

I've been looking around for new blogs to follow. I have found that I really hate the way blogspot does their finding new blogs. I tried the search function but somehow it didn't seem to work. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong. I dunno, I'm not all that tech savvy to be honest.

Anywho, I've been clicking the next blog button, and after forty-five minutes of searching came up with two blogs that seemed rather interesting. And one of them I accidentally lost before I could follow. And now I can't seem to find it again. Dammit.

Hell Girl

Oh goodie! Hell Girl is on Netflix. Netflix is a pretty fantastic service. I get to watch all kinds of things I normally wouldn't be able to. Although, they only have the dubbed version of animes. I prefer subs, but that's just because in general the quality of the voice acting is a bit higher. Funimation has some pretty good voice actors. Like Laura Bailey and Monica Rial. I'm a total Monica Rial fangirl. If I hear she's voice acting I've gotta watch it. Sorta like if I hear Summer Glau is going to be in a show I'm more-or-less obligated to watch it.

But I seem to have gotten off topic. I remember reading the first four or so volumes of the manga last year. Or maybe it was the year before. I only vaguely remember some of it. The basic premise seems to be, one asshole tortures some innocent victim for a while, and they snap and call in the titular Hell Girl. Hell Girl then takes makes them run through a tortured maze of horrors for a while, and then the subordinates who may or may not have real names ask the asshole if they're going to confess to their sins. In the episodes I've watched so far they haven't. I wonder what would happen if they did.

Now, I've just finished up the third episode, so I'm not sure what the overarching plot is. If there is one. It could be like the Twilight Zone where every episode is stand alone. I wonder.

Edit: Ok. Just once I want to hear one of the people say "Go to Hell" as they pull the thread. It'll be hilarious.

Edit 2: It took eight episodes, but there seems to be an overarching plot starting up. Whoooo.

Edit 3: Hey. What happens if someone types Hell Girl's name onto the website? Would she just ignore it?

An alarming trend (Edited)

So, I've been playing the shit out of Heart Gold lately. Seriously, there has been so much HGing going on my days have been little more than a pokémon filled haze. I think at one point I was grinding my team up, while reading a Crystal LP and watching this again. I think I may have a problem.

Anyway, that's not what I really wanted to talk about. No, that was just background. In Heart Gold all the trainers who keep calling me seem to have a disturbing obsession with rattata. Why? Why is every trainer in Johto trying to catch a rattata? At first it was just Youngster Joey harassing me every five minutes about his "top fucking percentage" rattata, but then Picnicker Liz and even Gina started calling me to whine about how they couldn't catch one. What kind of shitty-ass trainer can't catch a rattata? And hoppips! Everyone's all about the hoppips nowadays. Trainers who don't even have hoppips are talking about their hoppips. Whyyyyyyyyyy?

Edit: Apparently Juggler Irwin is a creepy mother fucker. He keeps calling me every time I win a new badge. I have a pokéstalker, and I don't like it.

So...

I don't know if anyone really cares about this, but it is Finals week. Yaaaaaaaaaaay. That means that all that work I've been putting off for the past semester is due in like... twelve hours. And instead of doing it I'm writing a blog post and fucking around on Reddit. Also reading http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ because Allie is like a bazillion times funnier and more entertaining than I could ever hope to be. Seriously, if anyone reads this I suggest you go over and read her blog, because it's better than my own. I'm subscribed to her on my other account, and can't seem to do the same on this account. Which is fine, I wouldn't want to artificially inflate her account with my double-subscription.

Anyway, I've got a ten page research paper due in twelve hours. Also a short review for every story we've "read" in class this semester. And I sorta didn't read any of them, because they were stupid and I hated them. Sure, I regret that now, but what do you people want from me? To act like a responsible adult? The hell are you people smoking?

Right well, I figured I would be up all night, and tried to prepare myself for the occasion by buying myself some Rockstar. I forgot just how much I hate Rockstar. It tastes like battery acid, and makes me feel sick. The only energy drinks I hate more than Rockstar are... all of them. In fact, now that I think about it all energy drinks suck. Red Bull tastes like smarties but gives me jet engines. Cocaine is nearly impossible to find and tastes like really strong cough syrup but similarly gives me jet engines. Monster... what does Monster taste like? Depends on the type of Monster I guess. Regular green tastes like acidic piss. Blue tastes like diet acidic piss. Kaos is delicious, but wasn't on sale. Tears forever. Assault tastes vaguely like fruit punch and acidic piss. That purple stuff... is there even a word for that taste? And I haven't tried the yellow stuff. NOS is pretty damn good, but way too expensive for me. Any and all "coffee" flavored energy drinks seem to be awesome, but again too expensive. I remember trying this thing called No Fear, but haven't seen it in the stores ever since. Maybe I just imagined that one.

So those were all the energy drinks I could think of. Rockstar is my favorite. Because... I don't know. I always think to myself "Fuck yeah! Rockstar!" and then I drink the Rockstar and realize... fuck. Rockstar.

Oh, cleaning out the garage yielded the bounty of my old Pokémon cards! Yay! I sorted through them, made a deck and trounced my baby sister in a game. It was pretty funny. Then she accidentally spilled milk all over my psychic-type pile, and I decided to give them to her.

Yeah. I really should go write that paper.

Full Metal Alchemist

I loved the original anime, and have recently started watching Brotherhood. The original anime had it's flaws, specifically it's deviance from the manga's plot and the ending. That ending dragged on way longer than it needed to. I honestly believe that the last five or so episodes could have been condensed into one without losing too much. But I digress.

I'm enjoying Brotherhood immensely. I've only minor quibbles so far. Firstly, Rose's hair. In the original anime it was a much brighter pink. Secondly, the opening. It's a nice song, I've just got a slight problem with it. Somewhere towards the middle the opening shows the Ed's arm and leg dissolving followed by Al's whole body going. Then Winry staggering in what appears to be a strong wind. The whole thing loses a fair bit of the dramatic impact away, wouldn't you agree? Also, the split screens. I fucking hate split screens.

Ah well. As I said, minor quibbles. I'm still really enjoying it.

Edit: Ed has the same VA as Tamaki from Ouran. I can not get over this.

Edit again: Ugh. Nina. Tears forever.

Another Edit: Ugh. Hughes. Tears forever. Additionally, this is moving much more quickly than the original anime did. Perhaps it's because I'm watching the episodes more or less back to back.

Final Edit: Oh damn. The season ends at episode 13? So angry.

Frustration

Once upon a night before last I was introduced to a game called Yume Nikki. They told me it was quite frighting, and since I'm a sucker for scary games I figured I would check it out. So far, I am not impressed game. Not impressed at all.

I am somewhat technologically challenged. And by that it I mean it took me nearly five hours to get the damn thing running. I'm sure smarter people could do it faster, but I'm me and really only know how to browse the internet and use Word. And paint. Gotta love MS Paint. Anyway, after five hours of yelling at my computer trying to Google the answer (I do like how Google Chrome recognizes Google as a word.) I figured this game had best be fucking worth it.

I'm still not so sure. It's interesting. There's something unsettling about it, but I would be more weirded out if I understood what I was supposed to be doing. In the beginning of the game you're given some very simple instructions. Go to sleep, explore the dream world, wake up and save. Seems simple enough, except the dream world is pretty massive. Aside from the dream world replica of the bedroom there's twelve worlds to choose from.

I chose the green door, because it looked pleasant. It ended up sending me to a forest world, which would have been fine by me if not for the creepy totem-lookin-thing stalking me throughout the level. Seriously. That thing was weird as fuck. Anyway, I wandered around the forest for a while, and couldn't figure out what to do. Seriously, I have no idea what this game wants from me. There were these random spiked pillar-things. Standing between them changed stuff, and made a giraffe-woman attack me. I got stuck in a room of four squares and couldn't do anything. Then I figured out how to wake up and saved.

I'm gonna try again soon. I know I can figure this one out.

Just a quick ultimatum

HAIRDRESSERS OF THE WORLD!

I tolerate you people and your incessant chit-chat because I do not possess the skills necessary to cut my own hair in a way that does not make me look like some sort of hair monster. Keep in mind that should I obtain these skills, your services will no longer be needed. I may or may not purge your kind from this miserable planet. Thereby making it a much better place.

Just thought you ought to know.

A very special failure from our favorite moron detectives

Season 9 episode 11

Streetwise

Dear Brain,

It may come as a shock to you to hear this, but three am is not writing time. It is sleeping time. Kindly shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Seriously, I didn't sleep at all last night and aside from an hour long nap this morning I haven't slept at all tonight either. I know I've told you that three am is writing time in the past, and this may be sending you mixed signals. Trust me when I say that when the sun is down, it is generally considered time to sleep. We are not creatures of the night. Now, let me go to sleep. Please.

Law and Order: Moron Detective Unit

Lately I've been watching a lot of Law and Order: SVU and there's something that's been bothering me about it. The two leads, Stabler and Benson suck at their jobs. Every week the ADA comes to them and says some variation of, "You idiots! Your inability to follow basic procedure has gotten the main evidence against the defendant thrown out by the judge of the week. Now you've got a day to get me something I can use against him/her. Don't fuck it up this time." They generally do, but it wouldn't be a problem if they didn't suck at being cops.

Stabler generally gets in trouble for roughing up a suspect. Because he's got some serious anger management problems. Get it? Because he's the least stable member of the team. Way to go writers. You've made a very good ironic pun right there.

Benson, I don't even know what her problem is. She gets all up in the victim's business, and then they become best buddies forever, and then the victim always ends up doing something to jeopardize the case or their own life. Then she somehow ends up blaming herself, or getting in trouble with the higher ups, and the rest of the episode is spent on her agonizing over how to fix it.

As I already said, they suck at following police procedure. Every week they end up getting confessions thrown out because they were talking to the defendant before his lawyer showed up after s/he asked for one. Or my personal favorite, they weren't able to use DNA evidence because Benson stole the underwear of a rape victim from the victim's apartment.

Honestly, if I were their captain those two would have been shipped off to traffic violations so fast their heads would spin. I mean it's every week the ADA has to come in and give them that speech. Munch and Finn never have to get that talk. Maybe because they're almost never the focus characters. Come to think of it, whenever those two are they generally fuck something up too.

Perhaps it's a curse on whoever is the main character of the episode.

About that announcement

I had originally intended to start the project Monday. Today I guess, but that didn't pan out. I've got a ton of class work that I'm behind on, and need some time to dig myself out of the hole I managed to stick myself in. The project should start soon, but no promises on a date. If I had to guess, I'd say it would start late April, early May. The end of May at the latest. Again, no promises. Sorry about the delay.

Announcement

I know this seems kind of sudden, but I've decided to re-read the entire Clan of the Cave Bear series from the beginning. I haven't read these books in years, although from what I hear that doesn't matter much for the sixth book. Anyway, since I'm doing this, I figure I may as well take you down with me.

All the credit for this idea goes to the lovely Mark of Mark Reads. If you've never heard of him, shame on you. http://markreads.net/reviews/ Go read his stuff. He's just about the greatest person ever, and you should give him all the love. All. Of. It.

Anyway, I wonder if I'll be able to pull off a big project like this. Wish me luck.

JEAN M. AUEL!

The fuck do you mean there's another Clan of the Cave Bear book? I thought Shelters of Stone was going to be the last one! What the fuck do you mean it's 757 pages long? Still, I do enjoy the anthropological aspects of the series. I guess I have no choice but to read it. Curse you Jean M. Auel!

Oh Pandora

Normally you're pretty suck, but you've just played like three of my favorite songs in a row. As I established earlier, I have to drop everything I'm doing to dramatically lip sync. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but I'm really trying to finish my creative writing project, and you're not making it any easier on me. Please go back to sucking. I have to write another fifteen pages by noon, and you are not making it any easier.

Thanks in advance,
Blanche

Music

Specifically Nightwish. I know I'm late to the Tarja vs Anette debate, but I've got two copper-based representation of the smallest unit of US currency to put into that particular piggy bank, and then I'll move on. I've got no particular beef with Anette, she's a talented singer in her own right. Now that I've made this clear, I hate new Nightwish. This would not be so if they had changed the name of the band when the lead singer left. Call me a sucky music appreciate-y person, but as far as I'm concerned the lead singer really sets the sound of the music. Tarja sounds vastly different from Anette, the style of the music changed along with the singer. When I think Nightwish I think Nemo and I Wish I Had an Angel, not Amaranth. Again, I like Amaranth, but it doesn't strike me as a Nightwish song. That being said, Last of the Wilds is one of my favorite songs ever. Seriously.

Additionally, it doesn't matter what I'm doing, if a song I like comes on while I'm listening to Pandora or my iPod, I will stop and lip sync dramatically. This is non-negotiable. I get a lot of stares that way, but fuck those guys. They're just jealous they can't take part in my dramatic lip syncing. Well, they could. I'm all for people joining in, but they so rarely do. Oh well.

Hey There!

Hello fine people who are reading this! I'm not going to waste you time with a self indulgent introduction. I'm sure you are all intelligent enough to infer whatever you need to know about me from my posts.

But what kind of things will I be posting? All kinds. I like things. I like to talk about things. This post is really just a placeholder. I hate looking at the empty blog.