<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772</id><updated>2012-01-26T07:17:12.070-08:00</updated><category term='orthodontist'/><category term='Attolia'/><category term='babbling'/><category term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category term='Brave New World'/><category term='Bop-Bop-Biddily-Bop'/><category term='HunterxHunter'/><category term='D.Gray-Man'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='AP'/><category term='Pirates'/><category term='Bleep'/><category term='art'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='Eddis'/><category term='soundtrack'/><category term='Techno'/><category term='rad new blog'/><category term='Tim 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term='Argos Forest'/><category term='Hush Sound'/><title type='text'>Anachronistic Illusion:  any time but now</title><subtitle type='html'>Which contains far too much babbling and stream-of-consciousness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-9001354029606189624</id><published>2010-09-23T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T04:58:44.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>092310 A fable, and other things</title><content type='html'>I don't remember the precise order of these so I'm going to list them in a way that matches the entry's name. &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was cutting.  Kind of trying to create a symmetrical thing with my last one, except in my dream I had the shape of it wildly wrong.  And I nicked something important in the process of trying to deepen a part that hadn't broken the skin, and it bled very badly very quickly, and in a few seconds I couldn't properly move my left pinkie or ring finger.  I swore.  Very glad to wake up and realize this was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two might have been connected to each other.  I was trying to help my brother with his birthday party... which was apparently in Pittsburgh for some reason.  One of the boys arrived and we dropped him off at the (nonexistent) park near my house.  But his mother was like, "What if he wants to get to the rest of the party?  He can't walk it alone!" so I went to go get him.  But when we got to the party, it was suddenly a dinner party murder mystery (this because I was thinking last night about how much I'd love to be clever enough to write something like Clue or The Westing Game, I really would).  And... that's all I've got for details on that.&lt;br /&gt;There was some kind of panel of people.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to show someone standing near me how awesome "Again" and "Golden Time Lover" were, but the first time I tried to demonstrate "Again" on youtube which resulted in finding things that weren't the original. &lt;br /&gt;Then I was trying to... escape from something.  I got several times to try it; I got caught the first few times, but then on the third time or so I found a way out through a series of open doors and over a railed staircase.  When I escaped, I was in a field?  And they tried to get me back somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-9001354029606189624?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9001354029606189624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=9001354029606189624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/9001354029606189624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/9001354029606189624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/09/092310-fable-and-other-things.html' title='092310 A fable, and other things'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4636199276183460328</id><published>2010-09-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:13:50.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>091610</title><content type='html'>Okay, no, I can't even pretend that I'm doing well with this, but I had some particularly memorable dreams last night.&lt;br /&gt;In one, I was traveling live through versions of Mario Kart courses.  Including that one where everything's dark and you can't really tell where the turns are until you run into something.  What do you mean you don't remember that one?  I totally remember...ed it in my dream.  Creative stuff, that brain o'mine.  I think after that I hung out with R.B. for a little while?  Or was that later?&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was at some place, with my family, that a big storm was about to hit.  I was atop a steep but small artificial hill at some point.  This was a very in-depth dream but I can't remember much of it.&lt;br /&gt;But back to R.B.  I dreamt his parents confronted me and asked whether, if he did choose me, I'd be eternally faithful to him.  Like, not those words, but that kind of idea.  wat, brain.  I think I concluded that RJG had put them up to it... somehow?  And my conclusion was that I couldn't wait forever, but if he came to me when I was free, I'd always be ready to date him. ._. 何が本当か、何が夢のロジックかは全然分からん。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I "woke up" falsely, saw that it was already either 9 or 9:40, and after being indignant that I'd slept so late, I went to check my internets.  I had a keyboard which felt overheated, so I looked and saw that there was water on my desk--from the storm in my earlier dream, perhaps?  When I realized that I couldn't keep my eyes open while checking the internets, I realized that it must have been a false awakening.  So I tried to wake up again, to the same exhaustion.  And again, to the same exhaustion.  The third or fourth time, I managed to wake up properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4636199276183460328?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4636199276183460328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4636199276183460328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4636199276183460328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4636199276183460328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/09/091610.html' title='091610'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3758662752684552422</id><published>2010-08-22T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:05:36.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>082210 What hotel has 99 floors anyway?</title><content type='html'>I woke around 5:30, let the cats in (accidentally) when I went to the bathroom, and then once I decided they were not conducive to sleeping again and chased them out, I had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;First, I was trying to get to the 99th floor of a building, as was this ragged-looking guy.  Come to think of it, he may have looked a bit like Begg from Drug &amp;amp; the Dominoes.  32222222222222222, Thisbe would   //like you to know.  The slashes are his doing too.  In any case, the guy was more smoothly eloquent than Begg.  But he was like homeless or something, not necessarily a great person, but not dangerous.  There was also a woman involved at some point, also trying to get to the 99th floor.  At some point, we went down by accident, and very quickly; I felt that we were moving downward extremely clearly.  After that, when Begg-lookalike and I finally got to the 99th floor, for some reason we were let into a different woman's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was kind, Christian, had children.  I think early in the dream it might have just been her boy, but later in the dream there was a girl who was a bit older too.  In any case, the dream skipped forward a little bit; the boy apparently softened Begg's heart somehow and Begg was about to leave.  I was so impressed with how the little boy had changed Begg that I wrote him a note, but my handwriting was awful.  I also asked if Begg had a facebook account or something, and he answered that his email was ffn.fff@edu.com.  (Edu.com?  Really, brain?)  I realized it was time for me to leave as well.  So then the next like ten minutes of the dream were me trying to organize my suitcase, my backpack, my sewing machine, and something else so I could carry them all neatly.  Then I wound up speaking to the mother and her children, who had all woken up.  My stuff was scattered all over and I kept seeing new things that I'd nearly forgotten (my Honors College bag, my blue Shonen Jump bag).  At some point I realized it was winter break and was worried because I hadn't started my Nice cosplay at all.  There was something on TV from the Proud Family briefly.  The daughter was very enthusiastic about this.  Then, I finally managed to get everything together and push it out into the hallway.  I shook everyone's hand before leaving--awkwardly when it came to the mother; I was being cute, shaking the children's tiny hands, but really I probably should have hugged the mother.  Then I went out into the hallway... and realized that rather than trying to stack everything so I could carry it neatly, I could just WAKE UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3758662752684552422?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3758662752684552422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3758662752684552422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3758662752684552422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3758662752684552422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/08/082210-what-hotel-has-99-floors-anyway.html' title='082210 What hotel has 99 floors anyway?'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5197222017918111419</id><published>2010-07-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:14:39.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>071910</title><content type='html'>Umm.   I dreamt that we kids were at home, debating going to Bucca di Bepo's (BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY OF THOSE AROUND HERE) since apparently were suddenly incapable of feeding ourselves.  And then Mom arrived home and I reminded her that I was leaving for Japan next week. Didn't you know that.&lt;br /&gt;I commented that it didn't feel real.  Well, you don't say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on a story of some sort (Soul Brigade-ish?) with my brother, at a computer lab.  I switched computers with him because I wanted to try out the Intuos tablet connected to one of them.  But I had to sign out the pen.  Then I was back in the Teachers' Resource library, shelving things off the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamt I was walking down the street with LM and AM, and they pushed me off to the side for some privacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5197222017918111419?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5197222017918111419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5197222017918111419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5197222017918111419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5197222017918111419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/071910.html' title='071910'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7412638926038832981</id><published>2010-07-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:34:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>070810 Active brain last night...</title><content type='html'>Though I can only get snippets of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at a crowded table with extended family.  Eating?  Playing a game?  Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking summer courses--enough to have a full week, a full semester's worth.  I kept forgetting what time my classes were.  At one point, I went down into a classroom (=our basement) where the class had just let out.  I was relieved that it had just let out because otherwise I'd look like a weird creeper.  Then I asked the professor if he'd ever heard the piano talking when he wasn't using it, realizing that asking so made me a weird creeper.  (Maybe it was like the alien sounds the X-Box makes?)  I have the same roommates, but the room is very open and brightly lit by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was male and being arrested for domestic abuse.  I had a gun in my car, which was unlocked.  Then, some other random guy comes up and hits the cop with his own gun (yes, hits--not shoots), and I stay where I am, screaming for help (for the police officer...).  This is a sunny day in a dry place in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the end of an anime.  Black☆Star and a mystery character hug.  Mystery character disappears, Black☆Star becomes a toddler.  Toddler runs over green field; Maka, watching, sees that Soul is asleep and smiles sweetly. Something about the sight makes me tear up.  (This dream brought to you by the fact that FMA ends today!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call CG and tell her I need something, then forget to pick it up from her when she comes to my house (which doesn't look like my house).  We talk with her and her dad for a while.  One of us kids needs to get a second job.  I'm about to tell Mom that it can't be me, since I'm working full-time AND attending summer classes, when I remember that the summer classes were a dream.  :| Then I wonder if I should take a summer class, an equivalent to that Fiction and the Autobiographical Impulse or whatever it's called.  I try to sign up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7412638926038832981?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7412638926038832981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7412638926038832981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7412638926038832981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7412638926038832981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/070810-active-brain-last-night.html' title='070810 Active brain last night...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4224869197941488103</id><published>2010-07-07T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:21:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>070710 No, brain... no.</title><content type='html'>Brain.  We just dreamt about this.  And seventeen is DEFINITELY not going to be in an American bookstore anytime soon, I promise.  I know I ordered it, but there really is almost a month left before I'll get it.  Soooo back off, okay? &lt;br /&gt;Once I figured out that it was too soon to get the volume itself, I "realized" that I was just looking to confirm the cover art.  There're still five days until that, brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, happy Tanabata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4224869197941488103?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4224869197941488103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4224869197941488103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4224869197941488103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4224869197941488103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/070710-no-brain-no.html' title='070710 No, brain... no.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6707168555968849991</id><published>2010-07-06T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:50:43.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>070610 Ack.</title><content type='html'>Dang it, dang it, dang it.  Another dream about the arrival of 17.  This time, I didn't figure out it was a dream (despite checking!  Brain!  Two fails in a row!!).  I think for a minute I knew I was imagining it, but then I forgot.  Anyway, I don't remember much except that it was dealing with the Kid Rescue Mission and Marie was going along which meant that Stein was a well.  ;~;  Here's to hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6707168555968849991?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6707168555968849991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6707168555968849991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6707168555968849991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6707168555968849991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/070610-ack.html' title='070610 Ack.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1015743366173312770</id><published>2010-07-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:12:10.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>070510 Ummm...</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was one of the kids going to stop Medusa from reviving the Kishin?&lt;br /&gt;The scene was completely different.  I was going down a staircase (the Cathedral's?) to get to the basement, and I saw Stein at one point and he told me which floor I was headed to, so I went there. (Brain!! What are you doing!! Stein!! Was right there!!  Ugh!!  Stupid world-saving priorities.)  There was a staff member there who said that students with a certain... major, I suppose? would need to have special qualifications to get in, but since I wasn't that major, it was all good! |D&lt;br /&gt;So I went in there, and it looked more like... the lava area near the end of Super Mario Sunshine.  Medusa was standing... on a table... drinking something... I hopped from table to table and kicked the glass out of her hands.  I remember it shattering.  But eventually the Kishin woke up anyway.  So we... escaped with it?  o_O  And then it turned out that it was some sort of weird DBZ-SE fanfiction because somehow the Kishin was Vegeta or something.&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1015743366173312770?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1015743366173312770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1015743366173312770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1015743366173312770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1015743366173312770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/07/070510-ummm.html' title='070510 Ummm...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1037084642422320742</id><published>2010-06-28T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:31:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>062810 DIE SPIDER DIE I don't care if you're magical</title><content type='html'>In-depth one this morning.  Unfortunately I can't remember all the details.  There was a ghost in this house... and... legends... and a spider that kept avoiding me when I tried to squash it which was actually a person of some kind... come to think of it, that probably wasn't very nice BUT I BET SHE WAS WITH ARACHNOPHOBIA ANYWAY and no one cares about Arachno-mooks.  And then all the legends were resolved and it became a normal house, except there was this... sealed crypt thing in the backyard.  (The backyard = NJ backyard) Also, very small sunflowers or very large black-eyed susans.  I was a guy and I was walking my daughter through the backyard, wondering when I should tell her about the house's history.  And then this guy came and wanted to exploit the legends, so he went into the crypt.  There was a "coin" involved, but it was actually a washer.  I went in after him to stop things from getting screwed up.  Except by going in, that made the villain take action again, kidnapping my wife (......).  At this point, I realized I was dreaming, so I had to make a quick decision:  wake up and remove the stressful situation, or stay dreaming and figure out how to deal with the situation.  I chose to keep dreaming, just in case I ever run into the same situation in real life.  /voice drips with sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I made an effort to save my wife based on something I'd "done before"--I don't know if it was something I'd done earlier in the dream, or if it was a false memory, but in either case, the villain was expecting it.  Now the guy who burst into the crypt earlier appeared from where my wife was supposed to come--wearing the dress my wife had been wearing--and the crypt changed into a tennis court.  And we played... uh, it was tennis except with six people on a side like volleyball.  My side was all awful.  I heard something from real life and decided to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1037084642422320742?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1037084642422320742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1037084642422320742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1037084642422320742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1037084642422320742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/062810-die-spider-die-i-dont-care-if.html' title='062810 DIE SPIDER DIE I don&apos;t care if you&apos;re magical'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5884944219070953841</id><published>2010-06-22T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:28:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>062210 Err... sorry.</title><content type='html'>Let's try to get back into this.  The dreams I'm recording now are from between when I woke up at 6:30 and when I was re-woken at 8:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recommend reading about Death (from Soul Eater) as a method of falling back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt up a new episode in which for some reason Death was wearing his robe as a cape instead and had the body of a fairly well-muscled human.  So the impression was kind of like Ashura when they fight, except wearing black cloth instead of pale skin.  Umm had markings all over his chest too.  I'm fairly sure the whole getup is an effect of those DeathxStein pics I saw a long time back.  *twitch*  And his hair was taped down with blue tape.  Yeah... Wait...... shouldn't he have had... Brain, you lose like twenty billion points.  Anyway Kid was there too, but Death was yelling at him for some reason after the battle.  Which I think was in like South Africa or something (thank you, World Cup).  Except it was my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had those bacon-grease-and-sugar biscuits which are so tasty as long as you don't think about what you're eating.  I texted RB about them.  Then we went to the Nygrens', and they thought they'd sent the biscuits from Germany a while back, which made perfect sense to my dreambrain even if we couldn't figure out why they were still good.  Then C. picked on RB (who wasn't there) for using "2" rather than "two" in his text.  Then Z. knocked on my door and woke me up to take him to soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5884944219070953841?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5884944219070953841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5884944219070953841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5884944219070953841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5884944219070953841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/06/062210-err-sorry.html' title='062210 Err... sorry.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3431879735821092174</id><published>2010-04-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T05:35:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>041010</title><content type='html'>Between 4:30AM and waking up at 7, I dreamt that it was yesterday and I was wandering the neighborhood and seeing cosplayers and getting excited for Tekko, and then I saw AL-san and arranged to go to the con with her.  And as we were hanging out, I ran into Dan C-C and I think Rich from Quiz Bowl, which was probably my mind remembering that I have to write those questions and get them in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3431879735821092174?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3431879735821092174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3431879735821092174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3431879735821092174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3431879735821092174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/041010.html' title='041010'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6018392755988538912</id><published>2010-04-07T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:39:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>040710 Something particularly notable...</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I dreamt that Soul Eater 17 came out.&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;And it totally appeared in my (school) mailbox without my ordering it.  So I squealed and started reading it right away.  I don't think much of what I know about it so far actually showed up... my brain made no attempt at the upcoming battle between M. and J.  I was reading something about Medusa trying to take over Stein's body (from chibi form:  minus ten points), and for some reason she wound up in Maka's instead.  D: And then she... bit Maka's finger off?  To make her bleed to death?  Dunno really how to deal with that other than "Thank goodness Kim was right there," which she was, for an undisclosed reason.&lt;br /&gt;It was around this time that I explained to my roommates that I was very excited, because I hadn't expected it to be out for another three months and hadn't even realized that it was out until it appeared in my mailbox.  Which made me start thinking that it might have been a dream, because I certainly hadn't ordered it, so then I combed my memory for exactly what had happened between interesting pages and failed to come up with anything, and I realized that the cover wasn't exactly in the style of most SE covers, so I realized I was dreaming.  Which caused me to "wake up" into another dream.  And tell several people about what I'd been dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly certain that I'm actually awake right now. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6018392755988538912?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6018392755988538912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6018392755988538912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6018392755988538912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6018392755988538912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/04/040710-something-particularly-notable.html' title='040710 Something particularly notable...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4678049549574774930</id><published>2010-03-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T05:03:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>031510 I hate swimming...</title><content type='html'>In my dream last night, I was going to some kind of swimming lesson.  My sisters were there.  It was not at any pool I recognized.  There was some kind of... Bible study aspect to it as well.  I got a facebook message saying that I should go to the next Esther's Circle because it was a celebration for someone's birthday and they thought I was only an hour away, not, you know, halfway across the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I woke up too early and then fell back asleep.  I had those really weird dreams in which I'm exhausted but try to get up and go about my normal life as if really waking up.  There were a few layers to them... in one of them, I was listening to my iTouch and it glitched and got stuck playing "victor", which would be creepy.  Was creepy.  Add to that the fact that I couldn't seem to move, and I'm pretty sure that I was convinced in my dream that I was hallucinating.  ...I think I may need to stop writing Stein. oO  I also dreamt that Mom came in and tried to wake me up, but I couldn't respond and couldn't move.  Yeah.  These dreams are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4678049549574774930?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4678049549574774930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4678049549574774930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4678049549574774930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4678049549574774930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/031510-i-hate-swimming.html' title='031510 I hate swimming...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6176013818574483369</id><published>2010-03-05T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:59:04.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>030510 Riiiiight.</title><content type='html'>Two sets of things I remember.&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up around what was probably 4:30.  Twenty-ish minutes later, as I'm lying there expecting my alarm clock, I actually check the time and see that it's 4:52. Whut.  So I get out AAI to play myself back to sleep.  As a testament to how well it worked, I was soon under the impression that, as I played, someone mentioned Markus Zusak's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the Messenger&lt;/span&gt;--I think it was Edgeworth listing them as his favorite books, great taste that man, especially BT which everyone should read and WORSHIP--and also that there was this guy (Zato?) with a GIGANTIC sprite.  And the action wound up back on an airplane.  Nuts to that.  I'm playing case four.  Take me out of the courthouse and I'll shoot you and laugh. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other thing I remember, which happened after I'd woken up, saved my game, put it away, and fallen back to sleep, I was in a restaurant with a large group of friends--probably Japanese class friends. Lai-san was there.  We ordered our food--pasta and ice cream (separate, of course).  Half of the pasta and ice cream came, partially served on Styrofoam plates.  The ice cream was laid out on these Styrofoam plates in half-scoops and covered with a metal dish cover so that it wouldn't melt before we got to dessert (...yeah, that'll work).  But I was on the half of the table that never got our food. Eventually I leave on a bicycle.  Except halfway through this bike ride my brain decides that (a) I'm Edgeworth, and Bratziska is there and (b) I'm playing a video game from extremely realistic first-person perspective.  I'm having trouble controlling the game camera and the bike at the same time--wind up riding backwards--so I try to press the L button to center the camera behind me as it would in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt;.  Well that just makes me fall over.  Franziska comes up to mock and whip me, but I just lie there on the ground.  Then my alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sound like good signs that I've been playing too much AAI, but also note that I keep dreaming about getting the new Soul Eater volume.  Like I dreamt two nights ago that I received it.  Argh.  It was supposedly shipped two days ago, but the USPS tracking thing still says they've received notification to expect the package for shipping.  Um.  D:  Googling "USPS tracking glitch" reveals people having similar problems, so I suppose it's pretty safe to guess that it's been shipped and is nearing my house.  Please arrive soon!  There's so much information waiting for me.  About Justin.  About how Stein's doing.  About Spartoi.  About Soul becoming a Death Scythe, almost certainly going by what I stupidly read on TV Tropes, and about Death Scythes in general (also by what I read on TV Tropes).  Also by what I read on TV Tropes:  about Maka's soul, some reproductive details about the different races, some interaction between Crona and Medusa. DEAR POSTAL SERVICE STOP STANDING BETWEEN ME AND THESE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/online_package_tracking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 405px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/online_package_tracking.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6176013818574483369?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6176013818574483369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6176013818574483369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6176013818574483369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6176013818574483369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/030510-riiiiight.html' title='030510 Riiiiight.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7352231071475648527</id><published>2010-03-02T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:54:14.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>030210 How did it become March??</title><content type='html'>Gosh darn.  I accidentally closed this page when I was almost finished with the entry.  So we're gonna ignore the "two nights ago" and "snippet from last night" sections and just go with what I remember best:&lt;br /&gt;I was outside my house with a pug. The pug's master had just died.  The car that the master had driven (more like an &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAllegedCar"&gt;Alleged Car&lt;/a&gt;: it was an odd shade of yellow, very low to the ground, rather old-school, and falling apart) was being driven away by someone else, and the pug tried to run after it.  I had to chase it through my neighbor's yards.  In my dream, I was crying pretty badly.  The pug was howling or crying somehow as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7352231071475648527?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7352231071475648527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7352231071475648527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7352231071475648527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7352231071475648527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/03/030210-how-did-it-become-march.html' title='030210 How did it become March??'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8320268492491691541</id><published>2010-02-16T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:22:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>021610 Anticipation is makin' me wait~</title><content type='html'>So I remember two parts of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I went down to Game Stop to get my copy of Ace Investigations, which I can pick up today in the PM (that's what the text message said), but in my dream it wasn't PM yet ;;.  So then I went home and read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Conspiracy of Kings&lt;/span&gt;, which was... not very good ;;.  But only in my brain of course.  I had the colors of the cover right, but for some reason it was the top half of Sophos's face showing, not the bottom.  He was a total bishounen.  Very girly looking (lovely eyelashes), but a pretty girl...  fffff April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8320268492491691541?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8320268492491691541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8320268492491691541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8320268492491691541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8320268492491691541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/021610-anticipation-is-makin-me-wait.html' title='021610 Anticipation is makin&apos; me wait~'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5027344066514654158</id><published>2010-02-12T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:08:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>021210</title><content type='html'>I only remember what I was dreaming right before I woke up.  I was in some kind of class (a writing one?  But it was in Thaw 208) and we were given an assignment to work on in groups.  For some reason I decided to make mine a pre-a/16 Medusa.Stein interaction.  To write, we went down to this area where there were sheep.  And outside, beyond an emergency exit door, there was an octopus on the lawn.  Yes, an octopus... Eventually I sat down with Lai-san and Sarah Gruba and talked about my story idea.  Sarah Gruba pointed out that I should be careful because they definitely must have interacted at one point before then, and I said I knew--for example, re: Soul's surgery (isn't that shiny?  Just look how shiny that is), and by this time I was shouting over the alarm from the emergency door, because someone had gone out through it... Oh, wait, I realized, that's actually MY alarm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5027344066514654158?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5027344066514654158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5027344066514654158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5027344066514654158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5027344066514654158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/021210.html' title='021210'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-33935451772222655</id><published>2010-02-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:31:19.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>020810 Snow day~</title><content type='html'>So what does my brain go and do?  It goes and conjures up the Japanese class that I'm not having today.  With a Sensei who was apparently new and didn't get the "no English" rule.  (Hey, it's just like Ban-sensei......)  It was a different room--a bigger one.  And then eventually I left.&lt;br /&gt;Wound up on a bus.  There were people causing problems.  We had luggage... the problems wound up solved, and out of annoyance I wouldn't let the people causing problems down the aisle to get off the bus.  Oh, and also for some reason I had Susan's horn from the Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-33935451772222655?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/33935451772222655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=33935451772222655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/33935451772222655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/33935451772222655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/020810-snow-day.html' title='020810 Snow day~'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3084818776960388022</id><published>2010-02-05T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:26:42.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>020510</title><content type='html'>I've let this lag for a little while... Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;Last night--or rather, this morning, shortly before I woke up--I dreamt it was shortly before spring break.  Martell-san came over to watch a movie or something and I fell asleep.  When I woke up, it was 2 in the afternoon the next day.  Next day being when I was supposed to leave.  So I run around in a complete panic trying to get things together and then I try to call my parents to tell them I won't be ready.  (Since they're, you know, coming to pick me up.)  But my phone's doing something really weird... it won't make proper phone calls, and it keeps playing a video of some sort.  I'm forced to take out the battery to make it stop doing that.  Then my alarm went off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3084818776960388022?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3084818776960388022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3084818776960388022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3084818776960388022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3084818776960388022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/02/020510.html' title='020510'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3482566433114864189</id><published>2010-01-06T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:05:26.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>010610 Several days' worth...</title><content type='html'>Monday morning, I woke up some time before I had to to catch my plane, but I didn't check the time because that would involve getting out from the covers.  So when I fell back asleep, I dreamt about waking up.  Except in my dream, it was for a surgery that I had to wake up.  And then it eventually changed to Edgeworth having the surgery.  And after the surgery, he was dressed in a yukata and was talking to Morgan.  Why Morgan? I don't know.  And there were paper doors and a bright morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soul Eater&lt;/span&gt; dream.  Something about Justin attacking Maka and Soul between the Brew and his reappearance in 15.  (It took me a few minutes to sort out, once I woke up, that this hadn't actually happened.)  By an artificial river.  He was working with Medusa.  Blonde, adult Medusa.  Brain, minus five points.  Anyway I dreamt about him because I just finished writing something about him last night.  Typing it up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3482566433114864189?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3482566433114864189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3482566433114864189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3482566433114864189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3482566433114864189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2010/01/010610-several-days-worth.html' title='010610 Several days&apos; worth...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7362133251321578831</id><published>2009-12-24T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:36:07.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>122409 No Christmas cheer here.</title><content type='html'>Two things for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the night, I dreamt I was watching some kind of movie with a bonus scene that was a nightmare of some kind.  The nightmare was full of symbolism.  For at least part of the time, it was Stein's nightmare and Medusa was possibly involved.  (That doesn't fit my headcanon...)  Symbolism like triangle=blade.  It really scared me.  The dates 12/4 and 12/5 were someone's birthday.  My sister T was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dream:  was at school.  Panicking in the process of getting finals done.  Also went to a Writers' Cafe thing of some kind.  But that was brief, and afterward as I was walking home it was so warm that I decided to take a walk.  So I go up to my dorm room to drop off my jacket and switch it for my sweatshirt (it was really warm) only to discover that part of my Aspects of the Japanese Language final had been missing, and to make it up I was supposed to write a bunch of kanji twelve times each.  This infuriated me because suddenly I was already home.  And by home I mean that when I went downstairs to rant about it to my parents, they were sitting on the couch in our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/span&gt; living room.  But then I woke up out of stress, sorted dream from reality, and calmed down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7362133251321578831?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7362133251321578831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7362133251321578831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7362133251321578831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7362133251321578831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/122409-no-christmas-cheer-here.html' title='122409 No Christmas cheer here.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2459225645298419776</id><published>2009-12-20T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:17:39.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>122009 ...crap, it's fading...</title><content type='html'>I don't remember my most recent dream.   :/  I remembered it just fine a minute ago...&lt;br /&gt;I do remember that earlier I dreamt I was hanging out with JN again.  At one point she wanted to take a shower.  And she said that the showers in Avalon had pig urine in them.  (Yeah, I don't even know.)&lt;br /&gt;Alsooo there was some MedusaxStein in one of 'em.  I'm not surprised.  Due to finding a stash of fanart for the two, my cute, fluffy MariexStein mood flew away (and now I'm thinking it's more platonic anyway, which seems very, very reasonable to me).  But I was just sitting outside a house and I hear someone playing a vertical flute or a recorder or something (non-melodically).  It was Medusa (just Medusa, incidentally, blond and legal), and it summoned a (clearly insane-mode) Stein inside.  Two thoughts:  one, that was a really stupid place for me to be, wasn't it?  What was I doing there?  And two:  isn't it a little backwards for the snake to be acting like a snake-charmer...?  (Don't get me wrong, I applaud my brain; it got the dynamic right, and there IS flute music in "Lady of Gorgon."  That's just an amusing irony I noticed now.)&lt;br /&gt;Umm what else.  I dreamed about a Japanese class in the last week of the semester.  It was rainy.  I went to spend dining dollars in the Union and spotted some of my Act class tomodachi there.  Um, Sanders-san, Vera-san, and Martell-san I believe.  For some reason, when we left the Union (into the rain) we were alllll the way out past the Cathedral and had to get to class, so we ran.  Well, I ran; they didn't.  There was construction; I had to rush at some of the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something else, something I dreamt more recently, but I can't remember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2459225645298419776?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2459225645298419776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2459225645298419776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2459225645298419776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2459225645298419776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/122009-crap-its-fading.html' title='122009 ...crap, it&apos;s fading...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2191296217353642304</id><published>2009-12-13T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:05:26.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>121309 Vague...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could remember more of this.  It was about YGO.  Seto, Isis, and both Yuugis were there--and there was desperation in someone.  I don't remember who.  But that someone was wielding a gun.  Normal Yuugi objected to the violence involved.  I wish I could remember what was going on; I feel like it could make a good fanfiction... Though considering what has passed for "fantastic writing" before in my dreams: &lt;br /&gt;"Farewell&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving the highway&lt;br /&gt;The soul minus x is greater than n - 1"&lt;br /&gt;...maybe not then. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm talking about, so here's a picture of Yandere!IsisxSeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="396"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=142047465&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=142047465&amp;amp;width=1337" height="396" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/142047465/"&gt;Sketch:Seto Ishizu&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://tsutaya07.deviantart.com/"&gt;TSUTAYA07&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that that was the inspiration, except that I feel like it was Seto with the gun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2191296217353642304?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2191296217353642304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2191296217353642304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2191296217353642304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2191296217353642304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/121309-vague.html' title='121309 Vague...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2397311015883719344</id><published>2009-12-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:56:13.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>121109 You lose some, YOU WIN SOME EPICALLY</title><content type='html'>A few snippets.&lt;br /&gt;Showing J.N. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Eater&lt;/span&gt;.  I was watching something that I thought was from an early episode except it showed Justin and Azusa (but not Marie, for some reason) and everyone was in cages but Stein wasn't.  Probably a bad thing...  I was whining about Blair to J.N.  -kicks Blair in the face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the correct place in the order for this?  I dreamt I was packing to go home.  My family was there already, even though I still had essays to write.  My mother was talking with someone else about homosexuality; she said she didn't mind homosexuality as long as they worked towards being straight.  And then she quoted a story in John that proved John had something against women.  Unrelated...  Though the former is quite possibly my mother's actual stance on the matter, which would be problematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrolux.  (If I still dream about that place once it stops being relevant to my life, I am going to be so ticked.)  I had to put two zip-ties together and screw something down.  I was horrendous at it.  I got so stressed about the supervisor standing over me that my brain went, "Wait.  This is a dream.  I don't have to put up with this," and woke up.  Good call, brain, good call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my brain has redeemed itself.  Because when I fell back asleep, I dreamt that I was watching some performances at my school somewhere.  What were some of the scenes from?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The King of Attolia&lt;/span&gt;.  !!!1!!1!&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 They started with Relius's betrayal, around "Have him arrested. Now."  They got Relius wrong though--he came in and lounged right next to the King and Queen, which would not be accurate even under the best of circumstances, which those are not.  I bemoaned this to my friends, and they told me to hush (and stop rolling around on the floor in joy, Sakaki-and-Mayaa style).  My brain gets half points on this part:  it remembered that Relius always wears a velvet cape and put that in, but it was not "short" and I'm fairly certain it wasn't wine red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still&lt;/span&gt;.  *rolls around on the floor in joy*&lt;br /&gt;Afterward I went to the... head of whatever organization was putting on the plays, and told them I was so happy they'd done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KoA&lt;/span&gt;.  She said she'd noticed, and I said I wasn't much of an actor but if they were going to keep doing that then I'd sure as heck audition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2397311015883719344?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2397311015883719344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2397311015883719344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2397311015883719344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2397311015883719344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/121109-you-lose-some-you-win-some.html' title='121109 You lose some, YOU WIN SOME EPICALLY'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-53890204765336505</id><published>2009-12-08T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:54:30.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>120809</title><content type='html'>Don't remember if these were connected, or the order.&lt;br /&gt;Part of my dream was about some kind of weird DN/YGO hybrid.  As in, like, Light was playing &lt;strike&gt;a children's card game&lt;/strike&gt; YGO with Misa.  Yep.  And there was something about me getting a new volume (what) in which Mello and Near meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dream was at "Electrolux."  Except there was a supermarket connected.  A supermarket that sold pot.  Tried to sell some to me, and I refused.  So they tried to sell me tobacco instead, and I refused that too.  And lottery tickets, which I didn't refuse because by that point I was so confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-53890204765336505?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/53890204765336505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=53890204765336505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/53890204765336505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/53890204765336505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/120809.html' title='120809'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2853829484194360799</id><published>2009-12-02T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:15:43.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>120209 And again...</title><content type='html'>This time I dreamt I missed the Friday thing accidentally.  Yep.  Not stressed about that at ALL.  (Seriously, there's nothing to be stressed about.  You'll go there and even if you don't talk much you'll have good food, and while you're there you'll decide whether you're going to Writers' Cafe and that other thingamajig.  That simple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I dreamt I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; on TV.  Except House was immortal and threw himself out a window to prove it.  By the time I got to the ground floor to check on him (yes, I... was I really watching TV...?), he had vanished, leaving the sheet he had wrapped himself in (presumably to spare himself from glass cuts, never mind the JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW thing) nicely folded.  I'm realizing just now the comparison to Jesus'... too tired to think of a proper word for it right now, so "mummy clothes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2853829484194360799?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2853829484194360799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2853829484194360799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2853829484194360799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2853829484194360799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/120209-and-again.html' title='120209 And again...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7211273388470726252</id><published>2009-12-01T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:39:54.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to make this particular journal entry a place to list the songs I want to get with my next available J-iTunes card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Check again for the second Phantom OST.&lt;br /&gt;--Haitoku no...... I'll get this eventually.  G-something.&lt;br /&gt;--Ich beten...&lt;br /&gt;--By Tomoyuki Nagasawa (I think that's right):&lt;br /&gt;----P.S.S.O.S. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORXnwpLc7Mk)&lt;br /&gt;----RED (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDipYSMa9l4)&lt;br /&gt;--Again, Paper Moon, and Bakusou Yume Uta... OH WAIT.  *fumefumeraaaage*&lt;br /&gt;--OH I should look for some of Kuwashima Houko's stuff~ *w* That'd be Medusa's seiyuu.  Also, Kagura's.  Yes, from Azu.  This means I already have one of her stuff.  I realized this on the bus.  I think my crazed giggling might have slightly frightened the guy sitting next to me.  (Their personalities are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rather dissimilar.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;--Uragiri no Yuuyake, if it ever goes UP...  The valle blanco mix, perhaps? :/&lt;br /&gt;--Exit Trance: futuristic imagination, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;--Higurashi no naku koro ni, maybe (NOT Exit Trance)&lt;br /&gt;--Again, Japananime song.  It's a decent one for once. ALTERNATELY the Exit Trance mix feat. Camry.  Compare the day of.&lt;br /&gt;--Holy crap, girl.  Guns n Roses.&lt;br /&gt;--ET Trust Me (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7211273388470726252?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7211273388470726252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7211273388470726252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7211273388470726252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7211273388470726252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2425454567924640866</id><published>2009-12-01T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:55:26.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>120109 Yoku oboetenai ga...</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I'd gotten third place in the Fanfic contest.  Lalala.  And I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with the deviantDollars I'd won.  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;I'd so like to win... OTL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2425454567924640866?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2425454567924640866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2425454567924640866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2425454567924640866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2425454567924640866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/12/120109-yoku-oboetenai-ga.html' title='120109 Yoku oboetenai ga...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4053874685688213963</id><published>2009-11-30T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:32:50.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>113009 STRESS DREAMS</title><content type='html'>First I had a dream about fiction class:  because I thought my plane was getting in earlier than it was, I didn't bring home the stories I have to critique for this class and as a result get to do that all this morning.  In my dream I hand-wrote the critiques during class.  This after having to walk down in the direction of KM-san's apartment and stopping in like a laundromat or something.  Actually my brain tried several methods for working out this problem, including&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my brain decided to skip through the week and settle on Friday, on which I'm going to Bucca di Beppo's with the Asian Studies department.  Because, you know, I'm part of that now, working with them and all.  Sounds fun right?  Except that I'll be there just... there.  Will I have anything to contribute?  I have a hard enough time contributing to mass conversations when I know everyone...  But none of that was in my dream, because I didn't even manage to get there in my dream.  I dreamt I took a shower and then headed straight to Writers' Cafe--hang on a dang second, we have to leave at 1 on Friday, WC is at 3--without brushing my hair or anything.  JM (one of my bosses) was there and told me they hadn't left yet.  I ran up to my dorm to grab my purse and pull a brush through my hair, but MB-san showed up so I didn't rush out again.  When I did leave, it took an unreasonable amount of time to get to Posvar, and then I couldn't get to the seventh floor.  (The fourth, brain, the fourth.)  It was far more closed-in than Posvar is, and like some of the upper levels of the Cathedral (I think?) certain doors and staircases would only get you to certain areas of the floor.  I asked for help from someone doing yoga on the sixth floor.  I woke up before I could get to where I was going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next three weeks?  Kinda gonna suck.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4053874685688213963?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4053874685688213963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4053874685688213963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4053874685688213963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4053874685688213963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/113009-stress-dreams.html' title='113009 STRESS DREAMS'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6285285645648404712</id><published>2009-11-28T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:32:30.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>112809 TAIMUZU SURII!!</title><content type='html'>(Stop that.)&lt;br /&gt;I had three dreams last night.&lt;br /&gt;First one I remember: Soul Eater-related.  Stein was going really crazy.  SHOKKINGU, RIGHT?  Except that he was doing so to music.  Yes.  A musical episode.  With the song that starts, "Once upon a time I was falling in love,  now I'm just falling apart."  Yeah... no comment there, except that it was somewhere in Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series, which I watched all the way through with RB and RG yesterday, which is how it came to exists in whatever type of memory my brain was trying to resolve.  And as he was going crazy he was getting really self-destructive--like, electrocuting himself.  Mugyuu. EDIT: dangit half of this paragraph ceased to exist.  It previously contained the explanation that in my headcanon, which I don't yet deserve to have, Stein started experimenting on himself in a rather self-destructive manner after he got scared out of the habit of dissecting others; it also mentioned that I listened to "Victor" and "Psychedelic Souljam" in either this or the next dream.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled dream diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dream: involved classes.  This may have been the one in which I was listening to SE music.  But I was doing... something on campus.  When I returned to my room (Not actually my room; somehow a combination of my room from last year and Sanders-san's room), I realized that I had to hurry and get ready for Aspects of the Japanese Language, but for some reason I had to tidy up my room first.  I had a stack of books which fell over towards CB.  In the process, it became 2:30 and I realized I was going to be late no matter what, so I... finished tidying up and then took a nap.  But when I woke up, I realized that I didn't want to miss Aspects (I wanted to miss J-lit!), so I rushed off to that, now about a half-hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third dream:  weird cursed game about following orders.  If you didn't manage to finish them all, you were cursed somehow.  There was this odd game with long colored batons; it was called kelvasta.  That's not a name.  It may be taken from "Hevlaska," a character in D-Gray.Man.  I also had to twirl my flute.  Eventually, I completed all the tasks and I was not cursed, so I got to look at the task list.  (Before, someone had just been ordering me around.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6285285645648404712?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6285285645648404712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6285285645648404712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6285285645648404712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6285285645648404712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/112809-taimuzu-surii.html' title='112809 TAIMUZU SURII!!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5395190700125181965</id><published>2009-11-18T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:17:19.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>111809:  Aaaiiiiee.</title><content type='html'>Aaah, seriously unpleasant ending to this one. &lt;br /&gt;But from the beginning of what I remember:&lt;br /&gt;I was in my current dorm room.  I don't remember the details of what was going on.  At one point, I looked under my bed.  It was illogically bright there and there were pins scattered on the floor (possibly my deck).  But what I did was grab my DS and start playing something--one of the PW games, I think.  The volume was too loud and I turned it all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the transition here, but it was the same dream.  I went grocery shopping with a few Act class tomodachi.  For some reason, Mohler-san was really upset.  I bought her some blueberry juice, which she was very excited about seeing, to cheer her up.  When we left the grocery store area, we were on the second floor of Posvar and took the escalator down to the first.  (That... would make it right about where Einstein's is.)  On the way, we lost someone, and I theorized that it was because we'd run into my first-semester writing class teacher.  (I ran into her yesterday, and I guess that was incorporated.) &lt;br /&gt;But after that, someone and I were getting ready to go home for the summer (aaaand this makes as much connective sense as one of Excalibur's stories).  There was someone to let us into our rooms one last time in order to check and make sure we hadn't forgotten any thing.  So he takes me "to my room" which was the outside door to our NJ house but the inside was our current kitchen.  Cody, our dog, was curled up where his kennel usually is, but his eyes went wide and crazy when he saw us and he scrambled to his feet, which was hard for him.  Apparently he hadn't been taken care of in a while.  There were like bits of dog food all over.  We let him outside first thing, but Dad was there and said something insulting about him while we were outside.  (Does not make sense.)  I went outside to the front to see him, and he had changed into a different dog--color was totally different--and was covered in fleas.  I tried to comfort him but he was shaking.  I tried to force some logic into the situation, but realized I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah. ;^;  Codyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5395190700125181965?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5395190700125181965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5395190700125181965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5395190700125181965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5395190700125181965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/111809-aaaiiiiee.html' title='111809:  Aaaiiiiee.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8391864820723213986</id><published>2009-11-11T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:11:04.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>111109 Hey, it's Pocky Day!</title><content type='html'>In one dream, I woke up to find that one of my roommates, who is full of school spirit (and prejudice), had bought me a bunch of school spirit clothing and a large spirited pillow.  The pillow was the kind of pillow that looks like a chair back and has arms.  It was navy blue and had the school panther logo on it in gold thread.  Some of the clothing was more creative though--there was a set of seven shirts, all layered together, that were rainbow.  There was also a really cute tan-ish one that had a kind of Threadless feel about it. &lt;br /&gt;In what may have been the same dream, I was worried about getting to class on time, probably because of my new job and what that entails for my time management.  I lived in Forbes, but my dorm room was my current one.  I wanted to go shopping when I had the time, and I got new purple headphones--headphones proper, not earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate dream, I was playing "We Didn't Playtest This At All" with my family.  It was very muddled.  Z won, I think.  Somehow I wound up with like six cards.  There was something called "Slapanese," which was some kind of Fangirl Japanese, involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8391864820723213986?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8391864820723213986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8391864820723213986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8391864820723213986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8391864820723213986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/111109-hey-its-pocky-day.html' title='111109 Hey, it&apos;s Pocky Day!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8948174278366011545</id><published>2009-11-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:58:17.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>111009 Dangit Dunning</title><content type='html'>Part of my dream was set in Hotel Dusk.  I was trying to sneak around, which is all one ever does in that game.  I had to avoid Dunning.  He was being particularly persistent at this point.  Like I would go somewhere and then have to hide behind something until he went away.  (Not actually possible with the game mechanics.)  Somehow I wound up hiding in a freezer.  I was standing, but the freezer part was only the top part.  Dunno how that worked.  It was opened because I didn't want to be shut into a freezer (go figure).  But Dunning was looking somewhere else.  Someone else came in--might have been my sister T--and I motioned for her to distract him so I could get away.  But she didn't get the message and just stayed there talking to him instead, so I stood there freezing.  And then I realized I was going to be spotted, so I closed the freezer door.  But eventually that became too much and I opened it again--only to be spotted by Dunning.  When I woke up, I was cold.  (And it was 4:29, so I went back to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamed we were going somewhere in the van.  I held hands with Joel Nygren.  (RANDOM MUCH??)  We were growing a plant and keeping it in the back of the car, and we had to keep watering it.  There was really pretty graffiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8948174278366011545?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8948174278366011545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8948174278366011545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8948174278366011545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8948174278366011545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/111009-dangit-dunning.html' title='111009 Dangit Dunning'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8962602914051052685</id><published>2009-11-09T03:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:43:28.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110909</title><content type='html'>In my dream, there was something going on in the Cathedral's common room, but I didn't realize so I went in anyway.  It was something sorority-related.  Eventually, someone (possibly Director Vance from NCIS...) sat us all down to take attendance, but for some reason it was a complicated process and even when the sign-in sheet had gone around, there were people who hadn't signed in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamt that I was watching something on television.  It was our living room in California.  No, it wasn't--the TV-watching part was not in a room I recognize.  I don't remember what we were properly watching, but I remember there being a CG animation of someone in a sewer-y place, on the run.  Then Dad made cheesy potatoes.  The kitchen was our CA kitchen.  Then it was the next day, and we were watching TV again.  The same commercial played, and this time I watched more of it.  It ended with someone dying a bloody death right by the main character of the commercial, who then threw up.  Yeah, not a dang clue what that was advertising.  Something about the MC--who may have been an anthropomorphic cat--being a writer?  Happy dreams.  Following that was an interview with the animator/director of the commercial, who apparently had a movie coming out.  You'd think the commercial'd be for the movie then, right?  Except the movie looked green and Ghibli Hills-ish.  The grass was extremely detailed.  With anthro cats, but I didn't like the way they were animated--their balance was off; their legs were leaning too far forward and looked too stiff.  The person who was interviewing the animator asked if he'd ever had cheesy potatoes (which we were eating again that night).  Then he asked if the animator had ever seen a certain blog that was related to his work.  In my dream, I thought that that would be strange because for a moment I thought he was Japanese, but then I remembered he wasn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8962602914051052685?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8962602914051052685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8962602914051052685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8962602914051052685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8962602914051052685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/110909.html' title='110909'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1256836924970093621</id><published>2009-11-07T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:25:19.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110709 Please stop that.</title><content type='html'>All I remember about last night's dream?  That shadowobsession999 accidentally let slip in a comment that Medusa was still alive.  I'd made some comment about how she was talking to an insect, I guess on the Artist's Comments for my Medusa picture (....riiiiiight), at least within my dream--and so999's comment was something like "Oh yeah I remember that part," so I had to tell her that that had been a guess (WHAT INSECT??), and while I was happy to have gotten it right, she'd just spoiled me.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 120809 though I could have said this earlier: THE SPIDER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this marks the SECOND TIME I have dreamed about a question I have about Soul Eater being resolved.  BRAIN, KNOCK IT OFF.  IT'S NOT IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;(The first time was before I started keeping note of my dreams here.  It was right after the ball episode.  I dreamt I gave into temptation and went to some (illegal) video streaming place to watch episodes until I could tell whether or not I should ship SteinxMedusa.  At the time, I thought it would take like two episodes.  It took about eight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1256836924970093621?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1256836924970093621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1256836924970093621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1256836924970093621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1256836924970093621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/110709-please-stop-that.html' title='110709 Please stop that.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6530414251021169488</id><published>2009-11-06T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:32:36.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110609 Erukaめ!</title><content type='html'>There was a frog.  I was on the computer and realized there was a frog in my room.  It was about 2/3 the size of my hand and it was just sitting on my bed.  It had this black mass on its back that stuck out, and crossing black lines below that.  It alarmed me.  But I kept using my computer.  Lai-san called and invited me over.  There were the usual issues with my phone battery.  I left my computer, but wanted to look up what kind of frog it was.  My brother was there.  (&amp;amp;Lai-san was inviting me over.  My, this makes sense...)  I had closed my computer, so I had to open it back up to look up what kind of frog it was, which I did by googling something about the black thing on its back.  I never found out if it was poisonous.  I thought it had arrived in my room via a box of bananas--oh, my mind was stretching.  It couldn't even come up with something reasonable.  (I was aware, even in my dream, that I'd done nothing recently that would result in the presence of a strange frog.)  I tried to catch the frog, using some kind of cloth between the frog and my hand to protect myself.  I caught it and it was squishy and slimy.  All I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.  The sword, fireworks, and fudge store from on the way to Rochester was in my dream.  There was a firework made to look like a guy with an afro and sunglasses.  The afro was the firework part.  They came to check my license even though I didn't want to go into the secret room, and I didn't have a MN license.  I browsed, showed the register there was nothing in my hands, and then left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6530414251021169488?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6530414251021169488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6530414251021169488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6530414251021169488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6530414251021169488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/110609-eruka.html' title='110609 Erukaめ!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5528849503879802938</id><published>2009-11-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:38:13.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>110409</title><content type='html'>Don't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;What I remember is walking with ライさん and マーテルさん and telling them my... theory... about my sexuality.  M-san took it in stride, but AL-san (this is entirely the novel's fault, shut up) started asking me like how I knew and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I'm on that confusing subject,&lt;br /&gt;Gosh DARN, RB.  You know, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to get over you.  Don't send me a mug and tell me that there exists one other and that you own it and that we're going to drink coffee from them together over Thanksgiving break.  *facepalm*  This has happened before, multiple times.  I'll think, "Well, maybe I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; that into him" and then he'll do something that just makes me go asdfghjkl;'.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5528849503879802938?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5528849503879802938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5528849503879802938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5528849503879802938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5528849503879802938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/11/110409.html' title='110409'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6676962785696081225</id><published>2009-10-29T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:31:47.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>102909 I think Ginny was involved again..</title><content type='html'>...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Earliest snippet:  in a bookstore with friends (the St Cloud B&amp;amp;N, I think).  I spotted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Amulet of Samarkand&lt;/span&gt; and recommended it to the girl I was with, but in my dream I called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mind of Bartimeus&lt;/span&gt; or something like that.  (Considering that the main draw for me is his footnotes, this makes sense.)  But we were apparently in a magical bookstore, and as non-magical people, we didn't belong there.  So they chased us out.  So we ran in a circle to avoid them, and on the way out, I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mind of Bartimeus&lt;/span&gt;.  This is kind of epic when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Once back in the car, it turns out I was actually traveling with family.  Well... family and some strange people, come to think of it.  But Z. was definitely in the back seat with me.  Dad handed out sandwiches and grapes from the back (fun fact:  they were sandwiches made with the cheese and lunch meat I have now; also, I have grapes right now), though I worried my grapes would get warm before I had a chance to eat them.  It was quite sunny and summery out.  Turns out I had reason to worry (...not that it's really a significant worry...) because we got out of the car at one point and did something that I have forgotten.  When we got back in, my grapes were warm and squished because we'd folded the back seats down.  (Why?  I'm sorry I haven't a clue.)  There was a toll booth involved.  I mean that we went through one.  It's not related to the grapes or the seat as far as I remember.  Also, my family had created a game of sorts involving leaning in clock directions (like towards six o'clock, etc.) when seeing certain things outside.  We drove through a field and played it.&lt;br /&gt;The last section of my dream is ironically the least clear.  It was some kind of sci-fi dungeon crawl sort of game.  Like to the extent that I actually tried thinking with portals at some point.  I think.  And we were trying to save a girl.  Possibly Ginny.  The details are hazy.  In the last room, there was a floor like the ones in Brawl--I could go through it.  There was even a decal of some sort on a section that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; me go through it.  When I thought I'd solved the puzzle in the room (involving arrows of some sort), the floor stopped being... transcendable? Not a word and not what I mean. :P Oh well.  I couldn't go through it anymore, which means I was trapped in the room.  The two long-sleeved shirts I had with me--one was my black and gray shirt that I got from TY, the other might've been my Totoro sweatshirt--disappeared, leaving me in the light purple tank top I wore to yoga last night.  When the second one was taken, there was a noise below and when I looked I saw it being taken away.  Then I went to this hole in the floor (not big enough to get through) which provided a view of a hallway.  The maybe-Ginny that we were trying to save was walking with the Big Bad and plotting something, but I got her attention--reversing gravity in that hallway somehow in the process--but before I could see what she would do, I realized I was dreaming and waking up, so the dream stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just occurred to me that I had another dream that I remember.  I was at Electrolux.  And waiting to get transferred to working at that library.  LOLBRAIN.  I asked someone around if library work payed any better (real life reaction:  ha! ha! ha!), and he said no.  I suppose my brain was trying to figure out why I would be transferring.  Dear brain, 1) It's been like half a semester 2) Because Electrolux isn't in Pittsburgh and hey, doesn't provide work study either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, let us give thanks to the Lord for He is good.  As tongue-in-cheek as that sounds, the sentiment is sincere but framed in a cliche.  We were unable to have writing class yesterday because the professor gave a talk at a different campus and didn't make it back as quickly as he'd thought he would.  So the classes are being moved back, and the stories, instead of being due next Wednesday, are due the following Monday.  Praise be to God.  (Again, really.)&lt;br /&gt;(And while we're saying mildly blasphemous-sounding things, I saw Jesus described as a Deadpan Snarker on TV Tropes yesterday, and it was AWESOME.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6676962785696081225?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6676962785696081225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6676962785696081225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6676962785696081225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6676962785696081225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/102909-i-think-ginny-was-involved-again.html' title='102909 I think Ginny was involved again..'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8652715456603312984</id><published>2009-10-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:51:27.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>202709:  Wow I'm stressed</title><content type='html'>aaaagh&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dreams, or what I remember of them rather:&lt;br /&gt;I was at my dorm and wanted to get somewhere.  Buses were not convenient.  Google told me to go alley-hopping, but obviously that didn't strike me as such a good idea.  Then my sister (C) showed up and also wanted to go somewhere, to shop for a present for my other sister T and she'd brought the car so I wound up driving.  C had brought money and a few small chocolates on a stiff white paper thing--she called them truffles, but they weren't.  There was yellow candy coating on one.  C wanted to buy a present for T, for their birthday (aren't you getting the months a bit confused?).  So we drove off together--suddenly from my home driveway, by the way.  T came as well.&lt;br /&gt;We wound up driving to somewhere we shouldn't have driven, kind of an alley-slash-dead-end.  I knocked over a cone in the process.  Getting out of there was impossibly easy.  We had to drive past a handful of scary-looking people on the way out.  Somehow I left T behind in the process, and when she got back to us, the truffles and C's money were gone.  But then we drove somewhere more likely.  We peered at a sign down a staircase to see what stores the basement contained.  Before we could find the right one, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why it was C first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8652715456603312984?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8652715456603312984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8652715456603312984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8652715456603312984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8652715456603312984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/202709-wow-im-stressed.html' title='202709:  Wow I&apos;m stressed'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-169356475338604628</id><published>2009-10-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T05:15:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>102309</title><content type='html'>Much less distinct today.  Something about traveling, me driving, and roleplaying involved.  It was raining.  My brother was in the front seat.  We went to a restaurant to wait and Dad caught up.  At some point, we needed a green mop-type thing from Dr. Jordan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-169356475338604628?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/169356475338604628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=169356475338604628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/169356475338604628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/169356475338604628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/102309.html' title='102309'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2636902477958445047</id><published>2009-10-22T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T03:51:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HP Fanfiction and China</title><content type='html'>Two dreams for you again this morn.  First was something about a Ginny-centric fanfiction.  Probably thanks to my read of http://www.sugarquill.net/read.php?storyid=1026&amp;amp;chapno=1 , though this was far less canon.  Faaaaar less.  Ginny was late getting to Hogwarts and there was some money issue for some reason.  On my first read-through and up to my first review, I didn't mind, but the second time I was realizing that Ginny had amounts of money she shouldn't, and I left a second review saying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dream took place on a cold, rainy day around here.  I think I was walking with ベラさん, バーティクさん, and ハロルドさん.  We wanted to get back to our dorms without getting cold and rainy--hmm, snowy, actually, come to think of it--so we went to cut through Posvar/DL, but apparently, some bigwigs from China were in town and somehow we angered them by being where we were (isn't it a little late for G-20 stress dreams?).  So we had to take an elevator up to talk to this--he started as a guy, kinda young, who made us fill out this paperwork while rambling about how dangerous we could be.  ベラさん's phone rang, and she answered it, and apparently that was going to get her in trouble later on because her phone pinged her home phone, making... something happen.  On the paperwork, there was a lot about accusations of rape or something.  HB-san was in the military in my dream and was carrying his ("his") gun with him--never mind that that's illegal on campus--which he had to show to the Chinese guy.  I worried that would get us all in trouble, or at least him.  At some point, the young Chinese guy changed into an old Chinese guy who went on this rant about how we were dangerous to China if we so much as thought Japan was nice, which was not ideal. XD  On the back side of the paper, there were lots of questions about how we felt about Japanese and Korean pop culture.  I lied on them because I didn't want to be called again because I wasn't a threat to China.  Eventually the guy made a third transition, this time to a Chinese woman in a red shirt.  She mentioned that she'd lost children to... whatever it was they were being all suspicious of, and I told her that was hard to beat (in terms of reasons to be suspicious).  I tried to tell her I was sorry for her loss, but she'd turned away and wasn't listening.  Finally someone else's phone rang, and they didn't answer it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2636902477958445047?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2636902477958445047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2636902477958445047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2636902477958445047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2636902477958445047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hp-fanfiction-and-china.html' title='HP Fanfiction and China'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4191425226230027897</id><published>2009-10-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:30:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll make this a dream diary of sorts.</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamt of changing schools somehow.  I think at one point I was playing TWEWY and achieved something new (ha).   And then at the new school, there was a cafeteria, and at one point everyone was doing flash-mob-y sort of things... Like everyone was interacting and not eating... making weird hand gestures.  I think it started with me.  But apparently we all then got dragged to the principal's office (is this elementary school or something??) for being disruptive.  So we were all sitting outside the office until the principal spoke to the first person and realized that we hadn't done anything wrong.  So we went back to the cafeteria...&lt;br /&gt;Also, at one point I was singing a weird combination of 助けてえいりん and 私はめいりん.  What the heck~ XD I never even intend to buy any Touhou games...  I think others were singing along with me... possibly.  That might have been part of the flash mob thing.&lt;br /&gt;(I think I sang, "Eirin, Eirin, tasukete Eirin.  Eirin, Eirin, Hong Meiling"... fail. xD  Though I did actually notice in my dream that I'd switched up, which is impressive for it being a dream and all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4191425226230027897?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4191425226230027897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4191425226230027897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4191425226230027897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4191425226230027897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-ill-make-this-dream-diary-of.html' title='I think I&apos;ll make this a dream diary of sorts.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8365670605737488461</id><published>2009-08-13T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:48:01.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm slightly alarmed.</title><content type='html'>So like... three nights out of five so far this week, I've been struck by a random bad mood.  Feeling very isolated, almost like there's a thin shield between me and anyone else.  Not that I make any attempt to break through that shield--for goodness' sake, stupid girl, you have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telephone&lt;/span&gt; and you know how to use it--but the problem becomes how to break through a shield that is always in place.  I don't call people just to talk.  I just don't.  And I don't know how to--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;eighth&lt;br /&gt;grade&lt;br /&gt;(and you know this is going to be good)&lt;br /&gt;I wrote&lt;br /&gt;two&lt;br /&gt;little&lt;br /&gt;pieces of doggerel&lt;br /&gt;(the typical, typical emo teen "poetry")&lt;br /&gt;The first&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;doggerel, BUT&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to look at me&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice that something’s not right&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want you to know that something’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want you to avoid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging for attention&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t want,&lt;br /&gt;Cowering from the care&lt;br /&gt;That I need,&lt;br /&gt;And my mind asks—&lt;br /&gt;“Just what’s wrong with you, anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;if I'm invoking eighth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case that's why this is here, rather than on dA; because I know I am being whiny and passive-aggressive in my desperation for attention&lt;br /&gt;because if I just make a journal entry that says "help" (and that is what my useless mind keeps saying) just the--attention and the worry and the having to keep dealing with comments when my mood has improved and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;why don't you&lt;br /&gt;stop whining&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;go to bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8365670605737488461?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8365670605737488461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8365670605737488461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8365670605737488461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8365670605737488461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-slightly-alarmed.html' title='I&apos;m slightly alarmed.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6126349737188905712</id><published>2009-07-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:11:59.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emptiness And..." lyrics...</title><content type='html'>...or some of them at least.  I keep listening to it to try to get more and more of the lyrics.  S'pose I'll update as I figure more out...&lt;br /&gt;It's surprisingly emo. o___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phJZqK0F0wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phJZqK0F0wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always kind of hopeless&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness swallows me&lt;br /&gt;You come in and bear me along&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Check it and you know you can stop it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that means you have to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, lights shoot out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness don't mean any harm&lt;br /&gt;This beat of fire&lt;br /&gt;That's burning out of me&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness takes you to that silence&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Beat of darkness that's falling down my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I have NO clue what that chanting is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;君は blow my mind*&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Something something something) I can change it&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Check it in and you oughta stop it&lt;br /&gt;Shout it out if I have to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, lights shoot out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness don't mean any harm&lt;br /&gt;It's freedom, longing are&lt;br /&gt;Fading out of me&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness takes you to that silence&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Beat of craziness&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, lights shoot out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness don't mean any harm&lt;br /&gt;This beat of fire&lt;br /&gt;That's burning out of me&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness takes you to that silence&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness makes me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Beat of darkness that's falling down my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I still don't know the chanting, no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"kimi wa."  Yes, I know I'm sticking Gratuitous Japanese in an otherwise English song, but that's what it sounds like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 110909:  changed "falling" in first and last chorus to "burning."   Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16607878580400264993"&gt;Nela &lt;/a&gt;for the catch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6126349737188905712?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6126349737188905712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6126349737188905712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6126349737188905712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6126349737188905712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/07/emptiness-and-lyrics.html' title='&quot;Emptiness And...&quot; lyrics...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1104902672005726955</id><published>2009-04-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:16:22.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear TWEWY fans,</title><content type='html'>let's be logical.&lt;br /&gt;You improve Imagination by enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;You become an Angel by having fantastic Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all Angels are lawful neutral jerks who are just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to viciously attack anyone who breaks the slightest rule without thought for their motives?&lt;br /&gt;Well, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be a basic assumption of all the interesting fanfiction I've read so far.  (Interesting because I can't seem to stay on my own plane, despite... okay, well, no, I haven't actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;....)  It is starting to really frustrate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people are really just being overprotective.  Or overreacting, or something.&lt;br /&gt;"It's because they're jerks~~~~!!! &gt;A&lt;;;;"&lt;br /&gt;No.  It's because he broke one of their rules.  Knowingly.  [[ThisIsSparta Take.  A.  Chill Pill.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who's overreacting?  I don't see them writing random blogs about it...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1104902672005726955?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1104902672005726955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1104902672005726955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1104902672005726955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1104902672005726955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-twewy-fans.html' title='Dear TWEWY fans,'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1460010064166058339</id><published>2009-03-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:41:55.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY SRSBZNS SPOILERS THIS TIME</title><content type='html'>For reals.  And some Wild Solitary Guessing.  I'm not entirely sure where one would engage in Wild Mass Guessing for TWEWY, but then again I haven't looked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);"&gt;Starting... now.&lt;br /&gt;Okayso.  Starting with the evidence like a proper Gyakutard, the fact that the Producer is the only Angel whose vibes the Composer can catch.  Acting on the basic assumption that higher vibes = more powerful, that makes him... one wimpy Angel.  (And you see why one of my life goals has become to never seriously anger an Angel.  *whimper*)  Either the Producer is the wimpiest Angel around (where "around" could be a very, very relative term; especially going by the particular WSG I'm about to introduce when I stop interrupting myself, there could very well be one Producer for each divided area of the UG), or his vibe is intentionally low due to his abnormal amount of involvement in the RG/UG.  (Note of course that it's implied Hanekoma's interaction on the lower planes during TWEWY month is beyond normalcy, but then again Josh allegedly frequents WildKat... maybe.) (I'm getting to the theory, I swear.)&lt;br /&gt;I tend to go with the theory that his vibe is just specialized.  Until right about... now-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking that possibly a Producer is a deposed Composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things this would explain:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;The -masu form.  If Josh kicked Hanekoma's butt at some point in the past, well, it would make sense that Josh &gt; Hanekoma.  (Whether he gained a power boost upon becoming an Angel is not even slightly addressed, though the Human--&gt;Reaper +lifespan +power suggests that it's possible.)  (Though I have not abandoned my "Josh's Composerness was Hanekoma's idea even before it was Josh's" theory.  This just makes the theory... considerably odder.  But I wouldn't put it past the Magnificent Bastard.)   (...Crap, now I want to start working on that fic again.)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;How Composer can be part of the evolution cycle.  That a Composer does not die/is not erased when defeated appears to be... somewhat solidly confirmed, as it's included in the evolutionary cycle in SR7.   In fact it's pretty logical:  got a new Angel?  He/she gets a low-class (again, assuming vibes = power) job in territory he/she is already intimately familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Familiar with... and affectionate towards.  Could explain Hanekoma's loyalty to Shibuya over his loyalty to Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, this theory... I &lt;i&gt;entertained&lt;/i&gt; this theory for a minute a few days ago, acknowledged the possibility, but decided to discard it a few minutes later in preference of the "specialized vibes" theory.  So why am I back to this theory?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, because of Another Day.&lt;br /&gt;I know what?  It's so impossible to figure out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; above RG in Tin Pin Land.  Well, obviously Pink is not a RG-er; considering his comfortability with the Room of Reckoning, it's possibly, probably, most likely safe to assume he's Composer there as well.  The assumption that Hanekoma's Producer there would seem to follow naturally, especially considering that he, unlike everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; in TPL, is basically the same person in TPL as he is in normal!Shibuya, and that CAT's role is unchanged.  (I find it particularly revealing that TP!Neku is so much happier... pretty clearly a result of more frequent exposure to Hanekoma.  Phew.)  Also that he is not around so often.&lt;br /&gt;But um... that Wizard figure.  Called from this moment 245 because both his pin and his Gatito item are numbers 245, so I assume it refers to his name in some way.  I do not honestly care what his name is because as we all know, TWEWY world was not created, it simply IS. :D  Also I can't seem to force 245 into anything that actually resembles a name, So Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I actually managed to properly run into 245, my basically non-existent appreciation for TPL fell even further because I went into a tizzy trying to figure out if he was the capital-P Producer or they were just saying that (a) to pick on poor stupid puny humans like me who are trying to figure out upper-plane stuff for TWO worlds and/or (b) because "producer" is 245's real-life role.  But Pink does seem terribly familiar with him, and now I'm realizing that if he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; capital-P Producer and if Producer = deposed Composer... well that makes some things work out quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;My theory that TPL is a Tin Pin Land because some former Composer was very, very obsessed with the hellspawn game.  Well, if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creator of the game&lt;/span&gt; was previously Composer... yeah I think that counts.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I've been theorizing that TPL!Hanekoma is particularly busy recently because Pink &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; became Composer there and he, as Producer, was helping him get settled and spending more of his time in the UG than in the RG.  Umm to back up that Pink just became Composer&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;The fact that he's still quite involved in RG matters, particularly Tin Pin Weekly or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;------&gt;Relatedly, the fact that he's the middle-school columnist implies that his...... hey wait, I was wondering if they were middle school or high school earlier.  Guess there's an in-game answer to that, stupid AD.  Anyway, it implies that his apparent age matches his real age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  Due to the apparent identicalness of TP!Hanekoma to Randomlyattacking!Hanekoma, it's likely that his role is or was identical in both worlds.  So, with this new theory, the reason he's been busier lately?  He has just evolved further--with 245 as the new Producer, he's no longer needed in that job.  Now his vibes are even more attuned to the Higher Plane rather than the UG/RG, he's got a job on the Higher Plane... he's moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving on--this would explain why RA!Hanekoma worries that TP!Hanekoma would turn him in.  TP!Hanekoma would be closer to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; Angels than to Shibuya, suggesting that perhaps that's where his loyalties lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what'm I saying?&lt;br /&gt;In both words, Hanekoma was once Composer.  However, the split--or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; split, rather, because the two worlds don't really seem very parallel at all--occurred with his successor:  in the world of the main story arc, he was eventually defeated by Joshua, most likely within two years ago (if one assumes that the downturn Uzuki noticed during her two years as a Reaper is because of Josh's administration), whereas in TPL he was defeated by 245, who in turn was later, and I think pretty recently, defeated by Josh-aka-Pink.&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this matter?&lt;br /&gt;IT TOTALLY DOESN'T.&lt;br /&gt;It so completely doesn't matter a smidge to the real world.  I just think about these things when I should be doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Waitasec.  It's not only possible, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt;.  How else would his mural have gotten in the Trail of the... ...whichever.  Bygone?  I think that's Bygone.  I mean he can't reveal that he's special to anyone but the Composer, so what would a human be doing past the Rubicon?&lt;br /&gt;...Holy crap, I don't think I'm just guessing, I think I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuinely figured something out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW INFORMATION JOYRUSH! :D&lt;br /&gt;omg I'm happy. -dances-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1460010064166058339?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1460010064166058339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1460010064166058339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1460010064166058339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1460010064166058339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-srsbzns-spoilers-this-time.html' title='OKAY SRSBZNS SPOILERS THIS TIME'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4142050301743890480</id><published>2009-03-06T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:47:56.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly this is so Sakeko-chan can watch Yoshu being hyperactive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOo20MAjMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOo20MAjMVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I feel like writing but I don't know what to write and a certain FACT OF LIFE is keeping me from being happy and healthy-feeling though of course I am entirely healthy.  Looking forward to riding a plane in THIS shape.  Why don't I keep CAPITALIZING random WORDS in FRUSTRATION so that I SOUND like I'm on PMS too.&lt;br /&gt;But anywayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Japanese fanart/fancomics = discovering lots about speaking styles, woooooo.  Yoshua (aka Joshua, aka sometimes I drop the "a" entirely and just call him Yoshu, as in the title) calls Kitaniji "Megumi-kun."  Kun!  -jaw hangs open- Weiiiiird.&lt;br /&gt;And Hanekoma DOES say "ore" for "me" which means "ore no heddofoon" is as amazing in Japanese as well!   asdfhgfdssdfgh srsly I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4142050301743890480?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4142050301743890480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4142050301743890480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4142050301743890480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4142050301743890480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/03/mostly-this-is-so-sakeko-chan-can-watch.html' title='Mostly this is so Sakeko-chan can watch Yoshu being hyperactive.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1400084508119573616</id><published>2009-03-05T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:11:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....for ten points</title><content type='html'>This pin is part of the trade for both the WEWY Promo Coat and the "D+B" pin.  Unbranded, it is the Ultimate drop of Reaper Beat and the Hard drop of both Draco Cantus and Panthera Cantus.  One scan suggests that it, or something that shares its name, makes up 96% of the universe.  For ten points, name this pin which can be traded for a Scarletite at Shibu-Q Heads and is inlaid with purple gemstones.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (No. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;261&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ten points each, given the color, name the character associated with that color in the "Another Day" bonus chapter.&lt;br /&gt;[10] Pink&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kiryu (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kiryu)&lt;br /&gt;[10] Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daisukenojo Bito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;[10] Pain&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  [spoiler goes here] (Grudgingly accept &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain is not a color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and equivalents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to write an entire Quiz Bowl packet based on TWEWY.&lt;br /&gt;This sudden urge originates 75% from the fact that I really do have to finish this essay, now, and 25% from the fact that at practice, a question mentioned a song called "Game Over," though I'm  pretty sure the "Game Over" they were referring to does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; mention 2ch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1400084508119573616?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1400084508119573616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1400084508119573616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1400084508119573616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1400084508119573616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-ten-points.html' title='....for ten points'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3538194848434591714</id><published>2009-02-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:39:42.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I rant and overanalyze words</title><content type='html'>No real spoilers here... not really...&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: okay fine there are spoilers because I decided to compare the two, Japanese and English.  So there are spoilers at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously what is UP with that scene.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it twice in one day 'cause you're collecting Draco Cantus's easy and normal drops (which are boring), and it still won't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it in Japanese, several times, and it still won't make sense (though you'll learn that he speaks in -masu form whatwhatwhatiamconfused).&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself that this time, you are DEFINITELY GOING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STILL WON'T MAKE SENSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vvvvaaahh. D:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it basic human courtesy to provide context for what you're showing people. ISN'T IT?! That scene. Can be interpreted in so many ways and there is nothing to say which one should even be FAVORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case though, because I've just watched it in Japanese, I feel like I have received new information, so I'm happy right now and feeling very warm-hearted towards everyone, much like I did when I first saw the scene in English. It'll sink in eventually that I haven't actually learned anything cohesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Anguis is not a very good anguis.  I checked.  That tongue is definitely forked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have an essay to write today, which I really probably should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;ORRRRRR I COULD TYPE UP THE SCENE IN NIHONGO CAUSE THAT'S FUN&lt;br /&gt;それにしても、今回の災厄[?]．．．、上でも[問題に?]なりますよ。&lt;br /&gt;まっ、これでとりあえず元通りってことで。&lt;br /&gt;ほら？なんだか寂しそうじゃないですか？&lt;br /&gt;なんにしろ、彼らの世界をどうするか、彼らが決めてるんですがな。われわれはもう．．．&lt;br /&gt;あー、やれやれ。素直じゃない方だ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Overall it's not bad. Really nothing I'd say "No, they should have translated it as this instead" to. Some things I've noticed though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sore ni shite mo"  = "Even so/nevertheless."  Unlike "You know," "sore ni shite mo" gives a strong impression of continuing a conversation that was already going on.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saiyaku:  What he says sounds like "saiya," which doesn't appear to be a word.  "Saiyaku" means calamity or disaster, which is a bit... strong?  Alternately just "sai" 際 means "circumstances" and the ya could be a weird, tacked-on... particle?  Though the rest of his Japanese is fairly standard...   (THEREFORE COMPREHENSIBLE WHOOOOO)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mondai:  I'm not sure that's what he says, and the ni is only there because that would be how you connect mondai to narimasu.  If it's not that, then it's a word I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EDIT:  Well, it's definitely not any word that translates directly to "repercussions" according to Jim Breen (ie the wwwjdic).  Sounds more like "mondai" than any of the words there, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Narimasu:  WTFDMASUFORM.  ...Seriously, that threw me for a huge loop.  I've gotta look up how they talk to each other in like J-3 nstuff, because it would be incredibly odd for an adult to use -masu with a fifteen-year-old, especially considering Neku's comment that they "seem to go way back."  To iu wake de, this would be a Composer-Producer thing, placing the two of them either at extremely distant with each other, or making the Composer the higher position.  Something I've considered before, but... still odd.  ...That aside, the punctuation here could just as well be a ~ as a period.  He says it in a pretty sing-song voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toriaezu:  "for now."  OTL it'sgoingtohappenagain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motodoori:  not "normal" but specifically "the way things were before."  Well, I suppose in the end it's roughly the same, but... it feels different to me somehow.  And I can't figure out if I feel that it's more positive, or less so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tte koto de:  vvmmm... I'm not sure if I've got this right, but this combined with toriaezu makes me feel like he's saying something like "Well we'll try this for now."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hora?:  Doesn't seem like an ordinary hora.  Might be a more masculine "ara"? XP Aiunno.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samishisou:  asdfghjkl;' pretty much makes the entire Japanese version worth listening to for the fact that "samishii" is waaay more specific than "down."  It means lonely.  *o*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ja nai desu ka:  ffffffff this sounds so much like something that would be in my textbook.  Like the greatest eavesdropping assignment ever or something.  Except then you'd get a question like, "g. What's going on in this exchange?  How can you tell?" And I'd have to say I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE, I GIVE UP.  Also calling it an exchange would be a little...  But yeah, this is where I caught on to the -masu form and did a double take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nanni shiro:  His attitude throughout this conversation is very very "whatever"-ish.  Sore ni shite mo, Ma, Nanni shiro, and yareyare are all, like, go-with-the-flow sort of phrases...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kare-ra ga...:  *tilts head*  I call that a ga because a na would not make any sense there?  It sounds like a na.  I suppose it's just a very very nasal ga.  Stupid nasal ga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kimeteru:  Are deciding, as a result of a change.  A bit different from "get to decide." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;N desu ga na:  (It's that) they are deciding what to do with it.  (I'm speaking Jordenese.  Someone shoot me.)  Note that the n desu seems to apply to the entire sentence, and what's being explained by this comment is not in the conversation.  Go figure.  This goes back to that context issue.  The "na" at the end knocks the tone down to slightly more casual and also implies that Josh should know this already, should already be in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;(I was kidding, Josh.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; put that down.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wareware:  A much more impersonal "we" than I was expecting.  Nnn, what do I mean.  I'd have to find out what word he uses for "me" (probably ore, I'd think), but I feel like that makes this much more distant.  In English, I felt that he was saying "the two of us" whereas listening to the Japanese, it occurred to me for the first time that he could be talking about all higher beings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EDITTO:  From TV Tropes, which knows everything:  "我々 "We" or "us", used by both men and women to refer to a group. Generally used to refer to, say, one's people or one's company, rather than in a "me and my friends" sense."  See, this is why I say learning by osmosis WORKS. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entire line:  I like this. ._.  It just seems... so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fond&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, the English similarly so.  Kind of like a "Oh well, what can ya do?" sort of thing.  I find it...... hard to reconcile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunao:  Means either "obedient" or "honest."  In this context, probably "obedient" (at least, the translator sure think so), but I like that it has both meanings.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunao ja nai kata:  Strange construction.  It's not "not an obedient person," it's "a person who is not obedient."  Like being disobedient is a defining characteristic or something. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kata:  katawthkata.  S-seriously.  I need to go over the way I'm looking at things again. (Again for the hundredbillionthtime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you (inexistent reader) ask, yes, I did in fact do one of these for the English version, as well.  Just on paper, and less analyzing-each-word, more trying to get a holistic idea of what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this helped?&lt;br /&gt;As I said, "samishisou" makes a huge difference.  The theory that Joshua is "down" because he wants to join Neku-tachi is suddenly looking much clearer, almost to the point of confirmation.  The fact that Neku does mentally invite him to join them...  Even so I can't imagine how that would go over.  ._.&lt;br /&gt;What keeps it from being confirmed is my uncertainty under how that puts the entire conversation together.  What is being explained that "they're deciding what to do with their own world"? Hm.  The construction is a little weird because the "n desu" means it's an explanation--meaning new information; the "ga" implies that he's leaving something unsaid; the "na" asks for/assumes agreement.  It's like he's saying, "The answer to your [unasked] question [or the reason you can't do what you want] is that they're deciding what to do with their own world, but you knew that already."  bfffff I wish Yoshua hadn't flown off before he could finish his next sentence.  I have no idea what he was supposed to be saying.  None whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, still no holistic comprehension of what's going on.  However some things have become clearer.  So this was a triumph; I'm making a note here:  HUGE SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps not huge.&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THAT SHUKUDAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3538194848434591714?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3538194848434591714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3538194848434591714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3538194848434591714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3538194848434591714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-which-i-rant.html' title='In which I rant and overanalyze words'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-302987307759963621</id><published>2009-02-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:33:51.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another risuto.</title><content type='html'>Lego, this is only spoilerish if you don't want to know Gatito items (yummmmm) or certain high-ranking monsters' drops. Oh and there's a store you may not know you can access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of things that require Shadow or Dark Matter or Scarletite, in whatever order they occur to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GATITO ITEMS&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pi-Face's Bandana:  Six Shadow Matter (And some other crap I have lots of) (Annnnnd I've forgotten again where it's sold.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WEWY Promo Coat:  Three Dark Matter (and some other crap)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WEWY Promo Bag:  Three Dark Matter (and some other crap)&lt;br /&gt;Both of those are from SHADOW RAMEN.  Makoto, I am not into you.  In fact I think you're kind of an overcharging jerk.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be one more somewhere else, because I'm at 15/19 currently.  No idea where I'm gonna find this.  (Unless... that... maid outfit... requires a King Arthur............ ...All sorts of do not want there.)&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  as;dklfjas;dfiaj.  It's number 245, definitely a Gatito (by virtue of being between Pendant and Phones), that I'm missing and it's not in any store.  Or no I should check Molco again before I say that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STICKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&gt;Hollow Leg:  Three Scarletite.  (Three?!) (Top Shibu-Q Heads store.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Shiki ATK:  One Scarletite (and other crap) (Molco's D+B)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Shiki DEF:  One Scarletite (and other crap) (Molco's D+B)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Joshua ATK:  One Scarletite (and other crap) (Shibukyu Main's Dragon Couture)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EVEN GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO ASK FOR THOSE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D+B (pin): Three Shadow and a Dark Matter.  (Molco's D+B)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ohabari (pin): A single Shadow Matter, and then three Murasame (I've only got two) (J of the M)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Kaleidiscope:  Three Shadow Matter (Lapin Angelique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH BRINGS US TO A GRAND TOTAL OF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;133&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;93&lt;/strike&gt; 27 more Shadow Matter to hunt down.&lt;br /&gt;I haaaaaaaaate hunting Taboo Noise.  It wouldn't be so bad if they'd stop dropping Hard drops rather than Ultimate when I'm FIGHTING ON ULTIMATE. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Oh but last night.  I beat Kitaniji on hard to see what he dropped.  And he dropped a Dark Matter. :D  And I was like "Free Dark Matter wooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear.  Beating THE FINAL BOSS OF THE GAME counts as a "free" Dark Matter.  :yuusaku:&lt;br /&gt;On Ultimate and fighting with Shiki he drops a Black Uranus.  I was happy, because Mr. H is asking for a Scarletite for it.  I was like Mr. H be reasonable.  Scarletite.  Translates to a Dark Matter translates to ten Shadow Matter.  WOI is not amused.&lt;br /&gt;Supah-Kitaniji on Ultimate drops a Black Venus, too, so I'm just looking for the other four.&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble babble.&lt;br /&gt;My pins need to stop evolving when I'm trying to master them, especially when I've already mastered their evolution.  -kicks Love Me Tether, in particular-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Taboo Sho drops Shadow or Dark Matter on some difficulty, but uhhh... to find that out I'd have to face him.  And last I faced him on Ultimate, he dropped a Normal drop.  (Failish, but admittedly I'd never encountered Shiro before.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-302987307759963621?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/302987307759963621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=302987307759963621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/302987307759963621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/302987307759963621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/02/yet-another-risuto.html' title='Yet another risuto.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3922206375787667128</id><published>2009-01-18T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:02:51.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWEWY SPOILERS LIKE WHOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #661414;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, SHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE WE GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMWHAT.  BEAT THE MAIN STORY OF ANOTHER DAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;There's the Frilly Parasol.  You know.  Joshua +1 Fusion Star.  And I joked, "Um is there something this game isn't telling me about Joshua's sexuality?"&lt;br /&gt;And then I actually started playing through the Tin Pin!world (by the way.  My brain EXPLODED when I read the whole "where Tin Pin Slammer reigns supreme" sentence.  Not even kidding.).  There was that sentence about if he sees a hole he plugs it, or whatever.  My reaction to that was, quite logically, "Oh dear lord I spend too much time on the internet, I'm going to pretend I did NOT just have that thought."&lt;br /&gt;YEAH BUT THAT WASN'T OVERINTEPRETATION.&lt;br /&gt;And when wanted to be Pink.  I stopped asking "Is there something this game isn't telling me about Josh's sexuality?" and started asking "Is there something this game IS telling me about Josh's sexuality?!" And then that whole thing by the Shibuya River?!  (But lol@Eri!Shiki [I DO NOT ACCEPT YOUR EXPLANATION, IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE]'s "If anything happens, I want to watch--I mean, be there."  Wow what?)  "Do me this way"?!!  RAINBOW?!!!&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I am surprised.  I don't know if it's Joshua as well or just Pink--certainly if it's both Pink is more OPEN about it and not only that but more than a little dirty-minded.  I dunno their personalities seem wildly disparate.  I wish I knew if he were Composer in that world or not.  I can't tell because I am stupid.   Weirdly enough it seems like he's actually fifteen in that world, judging by the fact that he writes a middle school column in Pinhead Weekly....  Very odd.  Means the split happened at least Composer!Joshua'srealage years ago.  And Konishi being a teacher wth  (And Kitaniji mayor?  Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhm yeah.  Other than the fact that it's peaceful--and I would like to go rehear that conversation, possibly several times in a row--I don't get what's going on in that Shibuya.  Pink's comfortability with the idea of parallel worlds suggests that he may be Composer of Tin Pin!Shibuya as well, but...  And okay WHAT is going on with Hanekoma?  Normal!Hanekoma is supposed to go fetch Joshua who apparently got himself stuck.  That makes me smile.  Except is that him in Pork City?  Is... is there something more important than Joshua at the top of Pork City?  Am I going to die the second I get to the top of that inordinately tall building?&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN what the heck did that producer line MEAN?!  !BJ was TP!Hanekoma yiss?  So.... ...????  I need to play Another Day again.  bleh all the Tin Pin.  No but I did get better at Tin Pin.  I don't mind it so much anymore.  Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO SAY NOTHING OF THE GAME ENDING ITSELF, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Never before have I felt so punched in the gut by the end of a game.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got served today...  By the Angel Feather.  I...... I was of course quite eager to appraise it.  I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Composer item.&lt;/span&gt;  I naturally thought it would do something incredible.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean I'd say it does.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You self-centered little jerk.  THIS IS WHY YOUR CITY IS FALLING APART.&lt;br /&gt;I thiiiiiiiiiiiiiink.&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be the implication anyway.&lt;br /&gt;No but Iiiiiii should have seen that coooooomiiiiiiiing.  -headwall-  Of course he gives me an item whose ability is for HIM.  Screw that.  Shiki's closest anyway.  (Or rather, least far away.  Oy vey.  999?  Seriously?)&lt;br /&gt;aksldfjpasdf;askldf&lt;br /&gt;I need to raise Neku's bravery and get more Gatitos anyway.  Upping my attack is the last thing I can think of to do to take down that darn pig.  I've actually killed it a few times, but with a fusion after the timer ran out.  (Like, it hit zero while the fusion was going.)  And it doesn't count.  ARRRRRRRGH&lt;br /&gt;Iwanttoknowwhatisattthetopnowplz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3922206375787667128?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3922206375787667128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3922206375787667128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3922206375787667128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3922206375787667128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/01/twewy-spoilers-like-whoa.html' title='TWEWY SPOILERS LIKE WHOA'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7988566215973588941</id><published>2009-01-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:26:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another list &amp; going to Michigan</title><content type='html'>That's right; I'll be spending the weekend in Michigan with Quiz Bowl.  Fun fun.  Leaving my laptop here, so I won't be online 'til Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things I need to get done before leaving:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fold laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Pack&lt;br /&gt;3.  Turn in rue21 app (goooo me!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Turn in check-up quiz&lt;br /&gt;5.  Eat something&lt;br /&gt;6.  GET CASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to pack&lt;br /&gt;1.  Two sets of clothing&lt;br /&gt;2.  Toiletries&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ibuprofen (arrrrrgh)&lt;br /&gt;4.  DS &amp;amp; charger&lt;br /&gt;5.  phone &amp;amp; charger&lt;br /&gt;6.  Chekhov book&lt;br /&gt;7.  SSC notebook&lt;br /&gt;8.  film notebook--START WRITING ESSAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7988566215973588941?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7988566215973588941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7988566215973588941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7988566215973588941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7988566215973588941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-list-going-to-michigan.html' title='Another list &amp; going to Michigan'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5655015745303860718</id><published>2009-01-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:12:48.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I should do today</title><content type='html'>Arranged first in the order they occur to me, then in order of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer survey for Short stories in context&lt;br /&gt;Look at questions for SSC&lt;br /&gt;Look over next CC (...yeah, right...)&lt;br /&gt;Decide what I want to write my film essay about, possibly make outline?&lt;br /&gt;Beat up monsters on Ultimate until something, somewhere drops a friggin shadow matter or dark matter&lt;br /&gt;Beat up whatever drops the shadow/dark matter ad ability-to-buy-scarletite&lt;br /&gt;Make another attempt on the Hip Snake pig's life... (So yesterday I suddenly understood why it's called PORK CITY.  You call this a utopia?!  Suddenly I don't want to get bitten on the top floor....)&lt;br /&gt;FIND A RIGHTY CAT&lt;br /&gt;Draw a decent picture, plz&lt;br /&gt;Read next linguistics chapter&lt;br /&gt;Read the stuff for Japanese Tales of the Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Finish filling out rue21 app and turn it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORDER&lt;br /&gt;1.  Survey for SSC&lt;br /&gt;2.  Questions for SSC&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2. (oops) rue21 app&lt;br /&gt;3.  Film essay&lt;br /&gt;4.  CC &lt;---but this isn't going to happen&lt;br /&gt;5.  JToS&lt;br /&gt;6.  Linguistics&lt;br /&gt;7.  Decent picture, plz.  (We could check if Vera loves me today... sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Shadow/Dark Matter hunt&lt;br /&gt;9.  And gathering&lt;br /&gt;10.  Hip Snake piggy&lt;br /&gt;11.  Righty Cat...  Where on Earth am I gonna get one?  What dropped the Brainy, anyway?  It was a drop, wasn't it?  Oh shoot.  Wasn't it a piggy?  And the Lefty was purchased.  ...I need to make friends with the Pegaso-shop people...  As my wallet gently weeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No but I absolutely LOVE the woman, the shopkeeper for Bel Airplane I believe it is?  "Are these children... customers?" "Where are their parents?" And you buy something and she's like, "What?  How??")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5655015745303860718?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5655015745303860718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5655015745303860718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5655015745303860718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5655015745303860718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-should-do-today.html' title='Things I should do today'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6931141525599735993</id><published>2008-12-25T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:07:54.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!...ish</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those times when you look at yourself and realize maybe you're not such a great person after all?  Had one of those today.  My brother loves chess and he got a weird four-way chess board game.  (Works like &lt;a href="http://www.amchesseq.com/644chsetco.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, but his is much prettier.)   I am not good at chess because I lack the ability to think holistically.  I can pretty much think about only one, maybe two pieces at a time, which is the best way to fail at chess that I know of.  But I sat down and played for  the sake of family togetherness and because he was excited to try his new toy (just as I was excited to read my book... which had been my plan).  About twenty minutes in, he had me down to about six pawns, my king, a rook, a bishop, and a knight, and he kept coming after me, and I was beginning to lose patience.  I then surrendered because I was sick of sitting there losing etc etc etc youchi de makezu girai (for the last time when will you get it into your head that that phrase was applied to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kira&lt;/span&gt; first).  And my sisters thought this was ridiculous and accused me of getting "pissed off because I suck at chess."  I responded that I was not pissed off because I sucked at chess, I did not play chess because I sucked at chess.  And then I went upstairs and pouted.&lt;br /&gt;Pouted, rationalized, made a holier-than-thou face and imagined a conversation in which I asked people to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt; with me because I had gotten that for Christmas.  Ah.  The root of the problem.  I just realized it.  I wanted to force others to watch it with me because I'd been roped into not only Z's chess game, but T's new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Office&lt;/span&gt; DVD game.  I wanted to see how they liked being made to experience others' presents when they'd rather be experiencing their own.  (Mi familia has already seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt; and universally decided that it is creepy.  Yes.  It is.  But it's gorgeous!  Gorgeous!!)&lt;br /&gt;So why did I suddenly realize how selfish I am?&lt;br /&gt;Because as I was upstairs pouting and plotting, Mom and Dad offered to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt; with me.  And we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few problems.  My dissimilar interests.  My interests' tendency to be individual.  My all-too-willingness to simply keep myself amused rather than bother with others.  (I know that sociologically this is a problem, no matter how nice and fulfilling it may sometimes seem.) &lt;br /&gt;My lack of willingness to change.  My lack of willingness to change.  My lack of willingness to change. &lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been noticing a lot of my flaws and shrugging them off with a "Oh well, that's the way I am."  I know I should do something about this.  But oh well.  That's the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;LOLIRONY&lt;br /&gt;Wait that isn't irony though, 'cause it's not really the opposite of what you'd expect (unless you'd expect me to, once acknowledging this flaw, do something about it--in which case, try reading the sentence again). &lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.  Rambling now and trying to get out of slight emo-ness.  Angsty journal of DOOM part whatever-we're-on-now.... Wait, had one of those already.&lt;br /&gt;In any case.  I think  I'll read a bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Things They Carried&lt;/span&gt; (getting out of emo-ness FAIL) and then play with some panties and percieving and that idiot's noodle stand.  Unfortunately TWEWY is still on its way, and even more unfortunately I'm a foolish fool who foolishly saved over her 4-4 save point which means I'll have to play that foolish foolhardy fool of a trial AGAIN at some point *whimper*. &lt;br /&gt;I was happier than this most of the day.  Really.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;  I got a nyoro~n shirt! &lt;br /&gt;Me:  "It's the nyoro~n girl!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Yeah, those four-panel comics were weird.  I had no idea what they were, but I figured you'd probably know what it was about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douse, have a holly jolly Christmas, all, and try to think about Jesus a bit more than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6931141525599735993?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6931141525599735993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6931141525599735993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6931141525599735993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6931141525599735993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmasish.html' title='Merry Christmas!...ish'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3818567585120265691</id><published>2008-12-10T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:20:34.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Jacey-Rae</title><content type='html'>List 13 random songs in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: You can't peek at the questions below,&lt;br /&gt;it would ruin the fun if you do.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fragrance of Dark Coffee&lt;br /&gt;2.  Don't want you no More&lt;br /&gt;3.  Yudachi&lt;br /&gt;4. Tabi no Tochuu&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cross-Examination 2001 - Allegro&lt;br /&gt;6.  The Bitter Taste of Truth&lt;br /&gt;7. Distant Traces (I AM SO SORRY I DON'T KNOW HOW IT GOT HERE)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Caramelldansen&lt;br /&gt;9.  The Other Promise&lt;br /&gt;10.  Teresa Waltz&lt;br /&gt;11.  Villain Suite&lt;br /&gt;12.  Turnabout Sisters Ballad&lt;br /&gt;13.  Carry Me Home&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hope these don't need to have words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do u remember when u hear no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;Who?  No one at all.  I haven't even told anyone about Spice &amp;amp; Wolf. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.8 make u happy?&lt;br /&gt;The Caramelldansen?  Heck yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has no. 3 made u cry?&lt;br /&gt;Only since I started associating "ushinatte-shimau mono, mamori-kireru mono, hon no sukoshi no chigai" with Godot. x_x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in what occasion did you hear no. 9?&lt;br /&gt;R.B. was telling me about the CD and sent me a youtube link.  I loved the flute.  I swear I am rolling at an automatic -5 when it comes to resisting flute songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u miss no.10?&lt;br /&gt;XD? I only started listening to it a few days ago when I decided it fit Jesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which lyrics do u like the best from no.1?&lt;br /&gt;.............?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u imagine something when u hear no.2?&lt;br /&gt;Something?  Umm once I tried to set colors to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do u remember when u hear no. 6?&lt;br /&gt;Uh lemme think about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time u heard no .11?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm earlier today on the bus.  I was going through the orchestra CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u often sing no.1?&lt;br /&gt;*cough* Okay, so singing songs that don't actually have words is a guilty pleasure of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u sung no.7 to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Lol what Dahlia's theme?  No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no. 10 inspire ur life?&lt;br /&gt;Not in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no. 05 show how you truly feel?&lt;br /&gt;First game's Allegro? Um, no.  Though I do love it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u feel wen u hear no.7?&lt;br /&gt;The in-game version makes me feel like LIESSSSS but all the orchestrations are full of flute and so pretty ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u smile when u hear no 12?&lt;br /&gt;No.  The ballad is emo.  Turnabout Sisters theme in and of itself, yes, but not the ballad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the first time u heard no.1?&lt;br /&gt;That'd be when I first played 3-2... (tsumannai no. XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u could dedicate no. 9 to someone,&lt;br /&gt;who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Um that'd be R.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no. 7 mean a lot to u?&lt;br /&gt;Um... no.  (Except that pretty much every significant question about T&amp;amp;T can be validly answered with, "Because Dahlia Hawthorne is a b*tch."  Try it sometime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so special about no 10?&lt;br /&gt;Ahm.  Well see Jesse's a bit androgynous and since I decided Jessica had such a flutey theme, Jesse needed a slightly flutey theme that was either more masculine or more mysterious.  Teresa Waltz = mysterious win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would u sing no.11 to anyone? to who?&lt;br /&gt;Lol what?  The Villain Suite?  Pretty sure there is no way to sing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.8 remind u of someone?&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, C. R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what memory comes to ur mind when u hear no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Cross-examining witnesses?  No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u want to hear no. 12 right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hear it inside the Kurain Geneology song, actually, because it's EPIC in that.  EPIC EPIC EPIC and freaking triumphant, take that White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u remember clearly the first time u heard no. 13?&lt;br /&gt;No. D:  I think I was sitting on my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3818567585120265691?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3818567585120265691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3818567585120265691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3818567585120265691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3818567585120265691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-from-jacey-rae.html' title='Stolen from Jacey-Rae'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4441782903602063904</id><published>2008-12-07T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:23:42.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Victories</title><content type='html'>Last night my dreams were full of small wish fulfillments.  No, seriously.  Like I dreamt that my tablet was working again (seriously, Vera, what's wrong with you?  I simply want love!) and SPOILERS--that means you, Ryan--&lt;font color = "#661414"&gt;I dreamt that there was canonical proof that Godot sees in shades of cyan rather than red.  Apparently I care way too much about that argument.  Seriously though they're lights, it's not like he can see through them anyway... And it directly contradicts what he said to assume he sees in all-red.  "Red doesn't exist in my world" FAIL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I do wish Vera would work.  If the problems persist I think I'll buy a small Wacom.  I mean it'll be slightly more expensive and a slightly smaller workspace, but...  It'll probably last longer than my current tablet.  Much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4441782903602063904?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4441782903602063904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4441782903602063904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4441782903602063904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4441782903602063904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-victories.html' title='Small Victories'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6759237905867219308</id><published>2008-12-01T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:32:12.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I should be revising my story right now...</title><content type='html'>AND I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I'm really tired, and anyway I haven't blogged in forever right?  Right.  Thanksgiving break occurred.  It was not as relaxing as it could have been because I had to work on my revision so of course there was also much miserable procrastinating.  I loved seeing my fambly though~~  And my friends!  And we had a party and RB and KP (um... Kim Possible...?  oO) and I played SSBB.  And RB got the coffee mug and called me Trite. D:  But then I shooped his whoop.  Eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story revision is.... progressing.... slowly.  For a little while I thought I hated it, then I realized that I don't.  I think.  In any case I am running out of time to hate it (especially if I spend my time PROCRASTINATING and starting to play certain video games that I seem to remember telling myself NOT TO START UNTIL THE REVISION WAS FINISHED) but Hotel Dusk is fantastic so far......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6759237905867219308?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6759237905867219308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6759237905867219308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6759237905867219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6759237905867219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-should-be-revising-my-story-right.html' title='So I should be revising my story right now...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6707348028597050549</id><published>2008-11-12T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:33.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear World,</title><content type='html'>It is fun to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I want to try to describe the feeling I often get when I walk by the Cathedral of Learning.  It is joy.  Absolute, pure joy.  The feeling that I love life.  Love being alive.  Love existing.  Love being me.  It's a slightly floaty feeling in my upper chest and a bit in the front of my shoulders.  My shoulders because I usually have the urge to throw my hands into the air.  When I'm walking around, I like to kick up the fallen leaves.  It's childish.  It's fun. &lt;br /&gt;Life is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the Cathedral--I swear, it's the Cathedral that makes me feel that way, every time I pass it walking recreationally--brings about this feeling.  Just, whenever I walk by, I feel like I love being alive.  What's so fun about life?  Walking, listening to music, being with my thoughts.  Living!  Being alive!  I don't know how to describe it any better than that, and I don't know why it happens.  The Cathedral gives off happy vibes.  I just feel so glad to be experiencing life. &lt;br /&gt;This is incoherent because I don't understand it and can't express it well. &lt;br /&gt;Today walking back from lit class (which is, by the way, in the Cathedral), I realized it wasn't that cold, and the two songs I listened to on the way home both had perfect walking tempo, so I really enjoyed the walk home and instead of staying in my room on my computer, I decided to go for a completely random walk.  I walked past the Cathedral--got the happy I-love-life feeling--and down Forbes for a little while, then turned on some random street to go to Fifth and come home.  What I mean is that it's fun to be alive!  I sound like a dork.  I know this.  A dork or (worse? xD) an optimist, but it's fun to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making no sense and repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6707348028597050549?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6707348028597050549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6707348028597050549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6707348028597050549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6707348028597050549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-world.html' title='Dear World,'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6801867292825929584</id><published>2008-11-08T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:06:15.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowls of Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;I participated in my first Quiz Bowl meet toda~y.  It was fun!  I answered many questions.  I think the most on our team (our team being the freshman team).  Including~!!! One about Link.  Yes, Link!  From Zelda. XDD  &lt;3  In fact I basically answered it from the first clue.  (I listened to the second for confirmation, so not really.  Don't pay attention to me.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I answered so very many questions, though!  Usually at practice I can't answer many.  Of course playing nine packets in a row means I answer more questions.  nGa, ne.  I swear I answered a higher percentage per packet.&lt;br /&gt;But all the bonuses we got were evil.  Srsly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6801867292825929584?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6801867292825929584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6801867292825929584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6801867292825929584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6801867292825929584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/11/bowls-of-quizzes.html' title='Bowls of Quizzes!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3763439230120537180</id><published>2008-10-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:43:33.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MU is a lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt; end spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if not a lie a very well-crafted bit of misdirection. &lt;br /&gt;*checks 1*.... nope, just an outright lie.  (I thought perhaps Ryuk had said something like "And those who have used the Note have a different fate waiting for them.  Don't think that a human who has used the Death Note can go to heaven or hell."  Then when Light's like "Well 'cause they don't exist right? 8)" it would still be totally legit to answer, "Nope, you're right, they don't" while still not answering the question of "Do Note users go to MU?".  If it was a special case. But it's not indicated that it's a special case.)&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie!  According to an interview.  Littlejohn-san says that according to an interview Death Note users become shinigami DATTE MINNA SOU OMOTTA JA NAI DESU KA.  Ack.  It's a little frustrating and yet so... relieving because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; thought he'd become a shinigami.  ...Everyone!  &gt;3&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've actually wondered for quite a while if MU was false anyway--it does after all seem really, really tacked on.  With the whole, "At this last moment let's flash back to Light's doe-eyed days to a conversation that suddenly exists and yet existed the whole time 8D" thing.  And knowing that the editors or someone demanded that there be punishment for Light.  Becoming a shinigami isn't punishment.  Innnnnn fact unless he loses his memory we are worse off than before. (Free eyes yaaaaa--uh-oh.)  Which leads to an incredibly interesting question about the morality of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;--someone who really is a shinigami, killing..... but..., it says the murders stopped.......?  Hmn.  Maybe he does lose his memory.  Or his interest?  He's all like, "I'm a human doing this for humans." &lt;br /&gt;Well whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I like being right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3763439230120537180?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3763439230120537180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3763439230120537180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3763439230120537180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3763439230120537180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/10/mu-is-lie.html' title='MU is a lie.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5752127930747958933</id><published>2008-10-12T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:38:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that I'm really *that* much more focused in writing...</title><content type='html'>'Kay, God.&lt;br /&gt;If it's all right I'm going to type this out as a prayer because if I just think it, I'll lose focus and will go off to Lawyer-Land to work on Mia's case some more.  That's what my brain likes to do.  But if it's written out I can't exactly go plotting, can I?  ...For appearances, I suppose, which is the wrong motive, but it's the best I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do You want of me?&lt;br /&gt;...I suppose... it's my fault, for trying to answer that question with a Tarot reading.  No, for supposing it answered through that Tarot reading.  ...Without even praying about it properly.  ......Seriously now.  I'm not sure why I thought that was a good idea, and is it really mixed messages if okaruto guddzu (wth@olllllllld phrase is old) tell me one thing and I hear a different answer in a sermon?  Hardly.  Like I wondered after the first reading, should I be doing the opposite just because the cards tell me so?  ...Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that You have placed me here for a purpose--or do I?  Or do I just wish I believed that?  K.C. was so confident when she said that and I was impressed.  That the reason I got into only one school was so that I would definitely wind up here, where I belonged.  Even if that is the reason I still think there's another one--to knock my pride down a peg or two which I always need and never like.  ...But that is unrelated.  This is all babbling and am I really praying?--or just thinking into the keys...?  Either way I am thinking about the matter which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, do I belong here?  It's expensive.  And the focus in Japanese is on speaking, not writing, which isn't what I like and isn't... what I need for the future.  I have no intention of being an interpreter.  No thank you.  And I don't agree with the textbook's philosophy at all.  But then again the Fiction Writing program is supposedly great, but writing is... I feel like my majors are so impractical, just because they're what I love.  No matter.  This isn't a question of my majors, this is a question of where I'll be taking them.&lt;br /&gt;So it's painfully expensive here.  There are ways I can help that...  And I need to get on them.  Finding a job is crucial.  Going to the financial aid office and asking about ways to get more scholarships is as well.  And perhaps finding a site with a better interface than FastWeb's.  ...I refuse to go back to FastWeb because it is OBNOXIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what You want me to do, God?  In the sermon today the pastor that people wind up where they wind up for a reason.  Because You put them there.  I suppose since I was given no chance to struggle there can be no doubt that You put me here, so You must want me here at least temporarily.  But permanently?  --Or for four years, I mean.  Or do You want me to learn something here and then move on?  Perhaps not to be so complacent.  Another message I can always use.  And always ignore because complacency is easy.  It wouldn't hurt I suppose to look into other schools other Japanese programs but boy would it not be fun.  I really do not want to go through the college application process again, honestly?  That was not fun.  But if God placed me here for a reason, then what on Earth is that reason?  Milton, you arrogant old dead man, get over here and justify the ways of God to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.  Ha.  Kidding.  Like I really need the advice of someone so self-absorbed, get enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; from myself.  (To not be so hard on myself:  another thing the Tarot reading told me, and I laughed because oh I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; like to be hard on myself when it comes to things like this.  But then again I criticize myself and do nothing to change the matter, so perhaps going by reverse-psychology I should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; on myself.  Off-topic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish I knew what You want from me.  But what good does it do to think that?  Why should God need his ways justified to man anyway?  He's--You're--freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.  (What?  ...I'm not sure if that's blasphemy or just irreverence, but I'm fairly certain it doesn't belong in a prayer.)  In any case more important, godly people than I have asked that and not gotten an answer, so why should the useless, distracted me try to demand one?  Or even beg one?  Because my faith isn't strong enough, because I'm so much better at head-believing than at heart-believing and can't act on things unless I know the reasoning behind them?  Then I should become stronger.  Then I should become better at heart-believing.  I am so bad at heart-believing.  Raised in the church, I know all the answers the Bible-study leaders want and can say them without feeling any of it.  When I get to heaven and God asks me why I should get into heaven, I'll know the answer is "because Jesus died for my sins," and I'll--I will, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;--believe it, but if I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; it, does it count...?  This dispassionate "okay, sure" kind of belief...  Is it real?  I do believe in God; ...I do believe He's spoken to me through pointed words just-for-me hidden in sermons; ...I do believe this.  But why do I only feel it when he speaks specifically to me, not all the time?  I should not ask myself if this is average, if I'm an average Christian, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because that does. not. matter.  &lt;/span&gt;At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all.&lt;/span&gt;  Especially if my stupid brain is wondering then if I'm "good enough."  Do not be "good enough."  Be better!  Somehow find a way to start being worthy of the apparent interest God shows in the useless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is all still rambling and off-topic, BUT it isn't about lawyers so that's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daigaku no koto.&lt;br /&gt;God, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Is it logic or You or some sort of combination that's telling me I should look into other schools?  Because it never hurts to look.  Because it's expensive here.  Because speaking is the focus.  Because the textbook ticks me off.  These are logical reasons.  ....But God can work through logic, can't He?  Or does trying to puzzle out the answer keep me from listening to Him?  Or is He guiding my logic?  This is why I can't tell.  I don't trust my own thoughts and I don't know how to distinguish His words from my own when they're just in my head.  This is why I can only recognize God's answers when they come to me through someone else's words.  Today the pastor said that we wind up where we wind up for a reason and the reason is God.  After I'd prayed--oh what a concept--for an answer to the transferring dilemna.  Don't you, "Then logically," me, brain...!  ...Or is it God that I'm distrusting?  Can my mind even find that answer?  In church I felt they were God's words to me.  Only... when I started thinking about it did I start to doubt that.  But now I'm afraid to close off my options.  Is it possible for me to put my trust completely in God?  ...When I'm not even sure it was God speaking to me...   Too many questions and a lack of ability on my part to discern the answers.  And even when He tells me the answer I doubt my interpretation... a mortal interpretation, of course I should doubt it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; can know God's mind... I believe.  Or maybe I don't.  (What.)  There may be some people who can come pretty darn close.  I certainly am not one of those people, I just wish I knew what God was telling me.  I have felt the unshakable will of God once before--yes I am sure of it, that time was without a doubt God's will--and at that time I refused.  Like Moses who said he could not lead the people.  God I am not good enough.  She was sitting by me crying and all I had to do was whisper and ask her if she needed prayer, and I didn't because I was afraid my words would come out in the wrong order, God I am not good enough I said back in my head and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; You wanted me to and I told You i couldn't even head-knowing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even head-believing&lt;/span&gt; that a person can do anything through You and I can never be sorry enough for that.  Do I believe You have forgiven me?  I head-believe it as well as I can head-believe anything but I can't stop feeling sorry, I can't forgive myself because I deliberately disobeyed the will of God because of my own pride.  Because I can't pray well out loud...!  Who needs such an ability?  Kudaranee.  Trivial.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That isn't the point&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt God's will before and at that time I disobeyed.  I do not trust my mortal mind to determine God's will--or perhaps I expect something as strong as that time--or perhaps I want to believe what's easiest.  I shouldn't try to believe what's easiest.  God if You will forgive me for it, if You will permit it I will look into other schools--may I?  Or are You telling me not to?  ...I can't tell if it's Your voice I hear or just my brain catching onto the relevant words.  Will You forgive me if I try to keep my options open?  In the future, I'll pray rather than asking Littlejohn-san's toys for the answers to life.  That's what I'll promise You now.  I'll try to keep that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer not to receive comments on this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5752127930747958933?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5752127930747958933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5752127930747958933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5752127930747958933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5752127930747958933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-that-im-really-that-much-more.html' title='Not that I&apos;m really *that* much more focused in writing...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5891664471712924936</id><published>2008-10-11T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:55:54.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a story idea.</title><content type='html'>Let's try to force one to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserted things&lt;br /&gt;..factories&lt;br /&gt;..theaters&lt;br /&gt;..theme parks&lt;br /&gt;Outsider feeling&lt;br /&gt;Theme:  Don't screw with fate&lt;br /&gt;Weariness&lt;br /&gt;People coming to a new understanding about each other&lt;br /&gt;Empty expanses&lt;br /&gt;Mild+ insanity&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of "Cat in the Rain"&lt;br /&gt;Irony&lt;br /&gt;Steampunk&lt;br /&gt;Post-apocalyptic&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about a girl taking care of just a cat in a post-apocalyptic abandoned theme park? :D&lt;br /&gt;Everything about it sounds pretty, but what would happen, huh?&lt;br /&gt;The cat could die.&lt;br /&gt;.......I'm awful person sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But that's an event all right.  ...But I don't want to kill the cat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing right now~ Let's go play in the Magical Attorney System of Newness System.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5891664471712924936?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5891664471712924936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5891664471712924936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5891664471712924936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5891664471712924936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-story-idea.html' title='I need a story idea.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5002386567582770335</id><published>2008-10-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T04:58:13.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;ピエロ&lt;br /&gt;(That's not a happy song. DX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;In The Lake&lt;br /&gt;(Swimming, Anyone?  -stab'd-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Imitation of Life&lt;br /&gt;(What.  I think I'd prefer a guy who's actually living, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Wine Red&lt;br /&gt;(I wasn't aware I felt things in color...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;i feel...&lt;br /&gt;(To be emotional.  And/or to DDR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Trials &amp;amp; Tribulations Court Suite&lt;br /&gt;(...I wish I could say this wasn't true, but I am so obsessed with this game it's not funny.  Ouch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Squirm&lt;br /&gt;(D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Dance of the Manatees&lt;br /&gt;(Uh.... what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipes&lt;br /&gt;(That's news to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;(*has a quiet laugh at the fact that that's question ten, but has no idea what Memories has to do with four, ten, or B.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Treble, Bass, and Attitude&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently my best friend loves music and has an attitude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Of All Circumstances&lt;br /&gt;(What.  I use this song title when I'm frustrated with things...? oO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Look to the Sky&lt;br /&gt;("Feelin' sad and lonely, 'cause I can't find you"?  I hope I'm not that clingy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Garden in my Room (Reprise)&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think I'm actually capable of gardening properly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Go for It!&lt;br /&gt;(And carpe diem and all that I suppose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Sign My Snarling Doggy&lt;br /&gt;(XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I Need You&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you dare play this song at my funeral, I don't like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;(I don't even know any Eileens.  So unless this is supposed to be a very subtle hint at the fact that I'm too obsessed with Miego...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;The Market&lt;br /&gt;(Selling things?  Or not being able to comfort someone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Sarabai!&lt;br /&gt;(This song is bonkers.  ...Which can't be my secret, because everyone knows that.  So something about saying farewelll?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Walking my Gargoyle&lt;br /&gt;(XD?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Double Trouble&lt;br /&gt;(Prepare for trouble~ Make it double~ LOL it's pathetic how much I still loooooove this CD.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5002386567582770335?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5002386567582770335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5002386567582770335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5002386567582770335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5002386567582770335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-28292675981478891</id><published>2008-10-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:34:32.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLARGH</title><content type='html'>I feel icky.&lt;br /&gt;First I feel that I should bring this to your attention:  http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/dblog.php?u=17592&amp;amp;e=311359&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer not exclusive to Tegaki.  If you want that cold, it's yours!  Please, feel free to take it off my hands.  Err... nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I should be writing an essay for Lectures in Literature but my brain feels mushy and it's hard to &lt;strike&gt;force myself to&lt;/strike&gt; be logical when my brain feels mushy.  Anyway I've got tomorrow to do it... right?  Even if I can't possibly skip anime club and CAKE and Portal.  If there will be cake.  Oh I could always ditch programming though, and it would make NO DIFFERENCE... maybe.  Or I could go and just not program anything because I've already finished the assignment due Thursday which will probably, given the pacing FAIL of that class, wind up being due NEXT Thursday instead.  *BABBLES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday there was a connnn forty minutes away.  It was small.  And pretty thoroughly unimpressive.  But I got to Caramelldansen in a large group (which made me dizzy) and play Still Alive on Rock Band...!  Which was spectacular.  Other than that... the worst part of the con was definitely without a doubt the three-second glimpse I had of a 300-lb closet Mello cosplay.  I felt like I was going to be sick.  I wish I was kidding.  -shrivels-&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *trying hard not to look*  Please tell me that was not supposed to be a Mello cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;Littlejohn-san:  As much as I would like to, I unfortunately cannot, because I am sworn to honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *shudders horribly*&lt;br /&gt;GOSH DARNIT AT LEAST GET THE COLOR OF HIS ROSARY BEADS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;^WTH weirdest objection EVER&lt;br /&gt;^^Inability to call Japanese class friends by their first name WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there was a nice steampunk man there, who I actually got to talk to a little because apparently Littlejohn-san knew him--fairly certain she knows everything--and he sang a song called "Skullcrusher Mountain"--a Jonathan Coultan song.  I need to take initiative to listen to more of his stuff soon, because it's flipping funny.  -babble babble babble- In other news, my inability to talk to cosplays I like has been CONFIRMED.  Apparently I would much rather stare at them out of the corner of my eye when they're not looking.  This is where a comment about how I'll never get to meet any Diego cosplayers would go if it weren't for the fact that I haven't actually seen any Diego cosplayers that really look like &lt;strike&gt;Mattsun-sama's version of&lt;/strike&gt; Diego to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;La.&lt;br /&gt;College is going well.  I've got my paper due Wednesday of course and I turned in my short story in FW last Tuesday, but other than that my classes have been completely devoid of MAJOR EVENTs.  By which I mean exams.  I have not taken any exams yet.  Quizzes yes, lots of quizzes in Japanese and Lectures in Lit, but no exams.  Is this a result of having nearly all humanities classes?&lt;br /&gt;WOOT if so... though I feel odd, everyone's like, "zomg midterms" and I'm like "am I missing something here??" :payne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE CRAP&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR SLEEP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-28292675981478891?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/28292675981478891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=28292675981478891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/28292675981478891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/28292675981478891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/10/blargh.html' title='BLARGH'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-985612324950407020</id><published>2008-09-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:30:47.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting one.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iie,  dou natte mo I'm getting one.  The question is whether or not I'm getting this one, na.&lt;br /&gt;*primal scream goes here*&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL--no, I hardly know where to begin.  Aggh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, it's a job with animal testing.  Which... aaaah.  Originally I was like, "No, I shouldn't apply for this one, probably..." but then I did.  Because I mean since I'm doing this so late there aren't a lot of options left, and it's quite well-paid for work study, and... I applied, when I was in the middle of sending off about five emails about work study.  Of course it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be the only one I get a positive response from, so I went in for an interview (after not being able to get into the building at first) and they were like "What's your specialty?" and I'm like, "Umm well, Japanese."  NA NO NI they want to hire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; over other candidates.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.&lt;br /&gt;For some ridiculous reason, the emails they send me are coming like two days late, wth.  That's to my gmail account.  Before, I was thinking that the forwarding system was just delayed, but that doesn't seem to always be the case; I think maybe gmail just hates...... certain addresses???  I've never heard of an email being delayed two days before.  So then they tried to call me, and they called me in the middle of class, so naturally I couldn't answer and they got my Japanese voicemail.  ...I probably should change that, but I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I gave them my hotmail account and got my school email all fixed up... except for some reason it still takes like an hour for the stupid things to arrive.  Not as bad as TWO FREAKING DAYS, of course, but still rather significant.  Also, I had my friend send me an email to test it, and it showed up in my pitt account last night but it has yet to hit my gmail.  ...Seriously, what the heck.  It's like gmail's sending emails from pitt through security or something.  Security that takes a really, really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't gotten anything from them on my hotmail about maybe coming in today to fill out my workstudy packet and get started with everything, so I think at twelve or something I'll call and ask if they have sent anything.  If they have, then A;SDLVIJAPEIOFA most whole-heartedly and I will be scared off email for professional matters for LIFE.  And if they haven't then cool, I may have the weekend to myself to NOT DEAL WITH THAT, which would be nice and I could draw a picture.  Well depending on how this goes perhaps I could draw a picture this weekend anyway, though I do need to read Paradise Lost and work on my short story for FW and actually start studying Japanese properly rather than, "Yeah I know all this stuff" AND think about an essay for Lectures in Lit and... yeah no nothing in computer programming.  As well as I want to finish the post-3-5 Franziska.Edgeworth I'm writing, which I mention because guess what I was doing rather than programming in computer programming yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;(But if you guessed STRESSING ABOUT THIS JOB DEAL, you are also correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in and SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I'm trying to figure out if God is telling me not to take this job, through all the confusion and crap.  As well as the dream I had a few nights ago... I don't remember it, but it was more stress about the job.  Or, I'm just ridiculously stressed about it and am desperate for an excuse to not take it.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it'll be nice once today is over because I'm quite certain that nothing will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, before all that crap yesterday, just before all of that--all of the stuff happened with the second of the two people who I've been dealing with about the job.  Meanwhile, because I couldn't be reached due to the aforementioned mess with gmail, the first person I'd dealt with had already offered the job to an alternate candidate.  So I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;It's... fairly pathetic how relieved I feel.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know, too, that most of the fact was not my fault at all.  Part of it is, because I melded my home number with my cell number in an email I sent (sasuga, WOI), but most of it is because of that strange and completely unpredictable mess with gmail.  (I'm thinking now that gmail was always the problem; for some reason, it just takes days to transmit some of the pitt emails.)&lt;br /&gt;And... I don't have to deal with animal testing.&lt;br /&gt;So, everything's good--except now I need to get cracking looking for job options again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-985612324950407020?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/985612324950407020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=985612324950407020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/985612324950407020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/985612324950407020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/09/job.html' title='Job.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-9203430739954457910</id><published>2008-09-10T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:31:04.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My camera's plugged in right now</title><content type='html'>So I suppose I might as well post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've actually taken any of, you know, school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Before an orientation thing, I was bored and had a pen but no paper, so I drew Kaminogi-san on my arm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfiTBxHw7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/fAkjXUpqGrg/s1600-h/S7300028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfiTBxHw7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/fAkjXUpqGrg/s320/S7300028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409107616089010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfi6XqGibI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-7JXO5ZDqXI/s1600-h/S7300027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfi6XqGibI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-7JXO5ZDqXI/s320/S7300027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409783507126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously it looked less blurry in real life.  But this is why I always need a reasonable way to entertain myself, because without a reasonable way to entertain myself, I can still keep myself entertained, it's just there won't be any sanity involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of myself today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfjShWF_yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tce7moqSz1s/s1600-h/S7300040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfjShWF_yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tce7moqSz1s/s320/S7300040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244410198424420130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(nofaaaaaaaaaaace)&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice I have 1/2 of Dahlia's hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT THERE'S A REASON FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to draw her realistically right now, so I needed to see how the braids worked out.  The way they're drawn in the sprites doesn't make sense. You can't have braids come from a point like that, not at the roots.  So I snapped a few pictures of the roots to help me shade... hopefully it will actually help.  XP&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why am I trying to draw Dahlia in the first place?  Oh, geez, I have no idea.  Because I've never seen a picture of her that makes me stop and say, "Wow, that's breathtakingly beautiful," even though she's supposed to be breathtakingly beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'll be able to achieve that, but I'm gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;It's going fairly well so far, other than the braids issue, and her dress.  Ugh.  I'm having trouble getting the triangle-y top to look right.  For the sake of lazy I left her parasol and scarf out.  It's basically her profile square except it extends a little farther down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing homework right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;+SURVEY :D&lt;br /&gt;I should still be doing homework right now.  Maa, I'll have time later.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll feel like translating these all out, actually, so... Yeah.  Some of my answers might be in Japanese, too.&lt;br /&gt;SPOILERS for all of T&amp;amp;T.  (Really. -A-)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm not entirely sure all of this is... appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1　あなたの名前を教えてください&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diego Armando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mia Fey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2　年齢は？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;33.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;27...? When I died, that is.  I've been dead two years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you always so blunt about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Is there any reason to beat around the bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3　性別は？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4　貴方の性格は？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arrogant but charming, right, Kitten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No comment.  I suppose I'm... determined and kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5　相手の性格は？&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's strange... Diego says he finally figured out that he was the arrogant one.  But all he had to do was ask me, I would have told him right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ouch, Kitten.  What happened to "no comment"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was waiting for the opportune moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  Didn't wait too long, did you?  I was going to say you were honest and strong, but I think I'll add "impatient" to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What, and rob me of the chance to tell the world how kind you really are once you get past the teasing?  It won't be a very convincing statement if all you ever do is tease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6　二人の出会いはいつ？どこで？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July 2011, at the good old G-L-O, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My first day, and I had to deal with you.  It's a wonder I didn't quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7　相手の第一印象は？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not gonna lie, Kitten, my first impression of you was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; that you were one hot woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Considering the way you acted that day, if you'd lied I wouldn't believe you.  I thought you were a total flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  In the end, I suppose we were both right, weren't we, Kitten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8　相手のどんなところが好き？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's sweet and dedicated to the truth.  ...And, she's one hot woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No matter what act he puts on, he really cares about people, honestly, from the bottom of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hush, Kitten, you'll ruin my image &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; make me blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I thought red didn't exist in your world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9　相手のどんなところが嫌い？&lt;br /&gt;M.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He flirts too much.  He sometimes makes sexist remarks.  And he still tends to be full of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...Ouch.  No need to hesitate at all or anything, Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;These only annoy me a little bit.  (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the other hand, there's not really anything I don't like about my Kitten.  ...Other than the fact that she's dead, and that's not her fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10　貴方と相手の相性はいいと思う？&lt;br /&gt;M.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...Aaah, I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know if our personalities are actually 'compatible' so much as we're simply 'together.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And of course I'm dead, which does make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, that does put a damper on certain things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11　相手のことを何て呼んでる？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mia" or "Kitten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Diego."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Come to think of it, you never really seemed to like the whole "Godot" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that I blame you.  That was a little... dramatic, even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Diego is Diego.  I don't know any "Godot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12　相手に何て呼ばれたい？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  How about *censored*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(without missing a beat) Not in public, Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13　相手を動物に例えたら何？&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(laughs) Do you want me to go first so you have some time to think of something, Diego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(smirking) You'd better, Kitten, I don't know if I can come up with something so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hmmm... let's see.  Diego is... a lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's all?  Not going to say why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh I think you know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My turn already, then.  (pause)  ...Nope, I've got nothing, Kitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14　相手にプレゼントをあげるとしたら何をあげる？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No offense, Mia, but it's kinda hard to shop for a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Shopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; a ghost isn't the simplest task, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;15　プレゼントをもらうとしたら何がほしい？&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At this point, just being able to see you is the best present I can receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I feel the same way.  And I appreciate your caring for Maya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sound like a pair of corny, tragic lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh yes, we blow Romeo and Juliet right out of the water, when you think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16　相手に対して不満はある？それはどんなこと？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again... that you're dead.  ...Sorry to keep harping on the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No need to apologize.  It's not like I could forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isn't it your turn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm completely satisfied with you the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17　貴方の癖って何?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Drinking coffee.  Speaking incomprehensibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't think I have any bad habits, actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18　相手の癖って何？&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What he said.  Those are my thoughts exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know if it counts as a habit, but her old tendency to lose confidence in herself.  ...She's over that now, though, right, Kitten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;おかげで。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19　相手のすること（癖など）でされて嫌なことは?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No, nothing I can think of either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20　貴方のすること（癖など）で相手が怒ることは何？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...。Didn't we just establish there was nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We did.  Next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21　二人はどこまでの関係？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*flips bangs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22　二人の初デートはどこ？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mia's apartment, right after her first trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...That was a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I think you're using the term a little loosely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23　その時の二人の雰囲気は?&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was heartbroken, and Diego was trying to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Though perhaps a little more... forcefully than I should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24　その時どこまで進んだ？&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I seem to remember being hit on the head with a bag of frozen burgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you "seem" to remember, then perhaps Maya hit you harder than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25　よく行くデートスポットは？&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's Diego, where do you think? I had no idea there were so many cafes in this city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  And I only take you to the good ones.  Trust me, there are a bunch of bad ones, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Why would one city need so many coffee shops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's coffee, Kitten.  You don't question it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26　相手の誕生日。どう演出する？&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm sure Maya will channel me for your birthday, Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...! And what about for yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's not like I'm getting any older on my birthday anymore.  ...Maybe she'll channel me on my death-day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;..........。Do you mind, Kitten?  I don't like thinking about that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27　告白はどちらから?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh I said it first.  And Kitten didn't believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I-it's your own fault!  You flirt all the time anyway.  I wasn't going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; you were serious, not when you just blurted it out like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah, how we hurt others in our foolish pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't want to hear that coming from you, dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28　相手のことを、どれくらい好き?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's impossible to express without being completely sappy.  And Mia knows how much I love her already, so I'm not going to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Same here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29　では、愛してる?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolutely.  I love you, Mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love you, too, Diego.  And I always will, no matter what happens to either of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30　言われると弱い相手の一言は?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  She may not look it, but this girl can talk dirty like you wouldn't believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Diego, you are blowing my cover entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; am?  I seem to remember you fliriting with a dirty old man to get some information for Trite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh, I can't believe Maya called me for that.  ...As for Diego, he almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; talks dirty, so what really gets me is when he's completely sincere.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31　相手に浮気の疑惑が! どうする?&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm dead.  Diego's allowed to see whoever he likes, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't be ridiculous.  I'll never love anyone else, Mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I won't either.  The question of "cheating" is kind of moot at this point, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;32　浮気を許せる?&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Of course I could forgive it.  Like I said, I'm dead.  If he falls in love with someone else--...hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not so comfortable with the idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I suppose not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It doesn't matter.  Like I said, I'll never love another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33　相手がデートに1時間遅れた! どうする?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If Mia didn't show up on time... I'd wonder if Maya had forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She does tend to be a bit scatterbrained. ...On the other hand, if Diego was an hour late, I would worry that a doctor's appointment was going later than expected, so I'd get very worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is that really something to worry about?  ...The end result would be good for the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't say that.  You still have life left in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34　相手の身体の一部で一番好きなのはどこ?&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your eyes.  ...I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love... oh, goodness.  Every part of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The question asks for one part, Kitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then... everything that you hide under that mask.  Your eyes, your scar... You hid "Diego" under that mask, and now that I get to see that again...  It gives me chills every time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...! I'm still not sure that counts as one part, but you get points for being poetic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;35　相手の色っぽい仕種ってどんなの?&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  I swear you could charm anyone with that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha...!  As for what Mia can do... that's my secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v Finish later&lt;br /&gt;36　二人でいてドキっとするのはどんな時?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37　相手に嘘をつける? 嘘はうまい?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38　何をしている時が一番幸せ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;39　ケンカをしたことがある?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40　どんなケンカをするの?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41　どうやって仲直りするの?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42　生まれ変わっても恋人になりたい?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43　「愛されているなぁ」と感じるのはどんな時?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44　「もしかして愛されていないんじゃ・・・」と感じるのはどんな時?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45　貴方の愛の表現方法はどんなの?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46　もし死ぬなら相手より先がいい? 後がいい?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47　二人の間に隠し事はある?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48　貴方のコンプレックスは何?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49　二人の仲は周りの人に公認? 極秘?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50　二人の愛は永遠だと思う?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-9203430739954457910?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9203430739954457910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=9203430739954457910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/9203430739954457910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/9203430739954457910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cameras-plugged-in-right-now.html' title='My camera&apos;s plugged in right now'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzqbKVUy8FI/SMfiTBxHw7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/fAkjXUpqGrg/s72-c/S7300028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7767183585741496486</id><published>2008-09-03T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:03:08.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iroiro</title><content type='html'>First, to reiterate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvEqe24rrIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvEqe24rrIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Forced to switch the video. The first one disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to it today while writing a short thing for Intro to Fiction Writing.  The prompt is "an amazingly expensive instrument in surprisingly humble setting" so I chose to write about this amazing sax player in a scuzzy, crowded jazz club.  Maa, once I turn it in tomorrow (or after the workshop activity), perhaps I'll post it here?&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.  Yeah.  Amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to ask my parents for the Orchestra 2008 CD for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been up to?  I've begun posting my PW fanfiction on ff.n.  Charisma (one of my newer Miegos, their first meeting, involving much harassing from Diego) and Prosecutor (a conversation between Diego and Edgeworth), at the moment.  I... hm.  I could probably put up "What She Needed" (post 3-4) soon.  I added the thing I wanted to add to the beginning...  And then there's "A Toast" which is angsty and full of swearing, and I had to undo something I liked so that it flowed better, and then there's that thing right after 3-5 that I keep waffling on Mia's stance in it.  ...No, but I mean, she said, "Hontou ni ii no ne? kenji-san"... and especially given his answer, that &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; have been what she was asking, so...  ...right?  Or have I been looking at it the wrong way this whole time...  -sigh-  You see why it hasn't been posted yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... classes are going... well?  I suppose.  Except computer programming.  UGH.  I cannot even DESCRIBE how dull the professor is.  And I mean it's on the computer!  AND THE COMPUTERS HAVE GIMP AND PAINT.NET.  Distraaaaaactiiiiiing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7767183585741496486?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7767183585741496486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7767183585741496486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7767183585741496486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7767183585741496486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/09/iroiro.html' title='Iroiro'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-409259227836761188</id><published>2008-08-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:43:22.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Bowl!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first meeting of Quiz Bowl.  We went through two packets.  There are two types of packets--Academic packets and "TRASH" packets (Triva Recall... About Strange Happenings? I believe).  TRASH packets are basically pop culture.  There was an inordinate number of sports questions, though there was also a "Losing My Religion" question that I answered, and also one about tentacle rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that correctly; no, I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn't answer that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toto, we're not in high school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that episode of epic brain death (quite serious about that), and other than all the sports questions that just went over my head entirely, it was quite fun.  It's a little mind-numbing though... the questions are really long, starting with the most obscure hints and ending with something fairly obvious, so when a question goes over your head, it just KEEPS GOING OVER YOUR HEAD FOR ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS.  I mean at several points I just covered my ears because trying to understand some of those questions (particularly the science ones and the sports ones) was like trying to understand a foreign language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-409259227836761188?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/409259227836761188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=409259227836761188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/409259227836761188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/409259227836761188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiz-bowl.html' title='Quiz Bowl!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3816930440782512345</id><published>2008-08-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:28:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First anime club</title><content type='html'>But we didn't watch anime, we played games.&lt;br /&gt;Game, rather.&lt;br /&gt;Super Smash Bros. Brawl!&lt;br /&gt;A biiiiig tournament.  And I actually survived the first round.  With dear Luca.  Dear even though they had the audacity to take out Mewtwo and replace him with a fighting/steel Pokemon.  How rude, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out of J-2 and I need to change my schedule more because World of Japan is likely to stop existing as well.&lt;br /&gt;Had my first computer programming class today... the professor... is not much of a speaker.  -_-;  And, I know the advisor &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt; it's okay to change just because you don't think you can listen to the professor all semester, but...  I can't get used to that, and anyway my schedule's screwy enough as it issss.  In any case I need to go see her (the advisor) tomorrow in order to iron out what I'll take instead of WoJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3816930440782512345?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3816930440782512345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3816930440782512345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3816930440782512345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3816930440782512345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-anime-club.html' title='First anime club'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4681173708740512381</id><published>2008-08-25T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:14:36.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So today was my first day of classes.</title><content type='html'>To iu yori... class.&lt;br /&gt;There was no Japanese today, 'cause recitations aren't starting till after the first lecture, which is tomorrow.  I did have lit class though, and it was pleasant.  Also, before (annnnnnnnd during, but I SWEAR I paid attention, really, I discussed and everything) class, I sketched....... Jindal!  He still exists!  I haven't forgotten about him!  And then I was writing text by him, in Japanese 'cause that's what I do, and I, oddly, decided that half of his words are randomly in katakana.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;ワルいケド、まえのコトはやっぱり、ウソだった。&lt;br /&gt;("Sorry, but what I said before was a lie after all.")  (Meh, "yappari" is a hard word to integrate.  It's not really "after all" per se it's more like, "like you might have expected" but that makes for a clumsy sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;You'll (who, exactly?) notice that he also doesn't use a kanji for "mae."  I don't know the reasoning behind any of this... it's just kind of how it appeared to me.&lt;br /&gt;He says "boku" and mainly "anta" or "anata."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4681173708740512381?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4681173708740512381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4681173708740512381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4681173708740512381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4681173708740512381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-was-my-first-day-of-classes.html' title='So today was my first day of classes.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6659166887232453320</id><published>2008-08-20T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:23:49.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well so far today has been FAIL.</title><content type='html'>The morning was nice enough, but I spent the whole day thinking it was Tuesday rather than Wednesday and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely&lt;/span&gt; made it to the first required program of the day.  -Karmabreak-  I bought one of my Japanese books--the speaking one--AND THERE ARE NO KANA OR KANJI TO BE FOUND, IT IS ALL ROMANJI AND IT MAKES MY BRAIN ACHE.  I mean different romanization style aside, it's simply annoying to read large paragraphs of text broken up by... exactly nothing.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I did sample the cafeteria food.  Not too bad, nothing to write home about, but the format fascinates (the poor naive) me.  You slide your card and then you go in and eat.  You can eat as many things as you want while you're in there.  Even cake!  There's cake.  It's no lie.  I have suddenly come to understand the freshman fifteen.  (No, seriously, before I was like, but we're poor, how can we get fat?  But now I get it!)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from the mandatory program, I tried to get into my room and the thing was like pssssssh no.  So.  I went down to talk to the security lady who got me on hold with Panter Central and that took like a half-hour.  At one point we were actually talking to Panther Central but the guy must have accidentally hit hang up instead of hold, so we had to start over, and that was epic fail so I had to ask my RA.  But anyway, now I'm in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm a little frustrated.  I was going to get my free/cheap software today and wound up not doing that.  (Painter for $5?  Um, yesplz.)  Also, I was going to go to a program on Personal Student Finance, but it started while I was on hold with Panther Central, so here I am on Kage-chan.  After the next two mandatory programs I might go to a social thing but I might be too tired.  By then the place with the computer stuff will be closed.  Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6659166887232453320?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6659166887232453320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6659166887232453320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6659166887232453320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6659166887232453320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-so-far-today-has-been-fail.html' title='Well so far today has been FAIL.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3266253321287057305</id><published>2008-08-19T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:54:59.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheduling'/><title type='text'>Update and to-do list</title><content type='html'>So, I talked with the Japanese professor(s) yesterday and (naaaaaaaantoka) got into second year.  It took a lot of work (mostly my father's).  Now they've got me doubting myself, but...   I'll recover, and I'll get better!  (If you were wondering, Diego's rule does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; work if I care sufficiently.  Rita's Water Ice, however, helps.)  Apparently..., I mess particles up.  ...I can't help but think that that's only in speech??  At the very least I understand the difference between "de" and "ni."  (...But... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I think I remember doing, and now that I think of it I remember learning that... x_x  Come on, I get flustered talking even in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;It's all because it's speaking.  Because I don't have much practice.  So practice is what I'll need, and I'll get that no matter which Japanese I'm in, and I might as well go to J-2 (you are speaking in high-school mode.) so that I don't have to go over the super-basics again.  x______________x&lt;br /&gt;And besides!  It's about time a Japanese class challenged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got registered for classes today!  I was so lucky.  I got the first appointment.  HA!  -mentalhappydance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese recitation, M-F 10-10:50&lt;br /&gt;Japanese lecture, T &amp;amp; Th 11-12&lt;br /&gt;Lectures in Literature, M 3-4:15 and W 4:30-5:45&lt;br /&gt;World of Japan, T &amp;amp; Th 2:30-3:45&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Computer Programming, T &amp;amp; Th 6-7:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  I can take computer programming instead of taking another math class!  I get to learn Basic.&lt;br /&gt;Also!  They were hiding their Creative Writing major under the title "English Writing."  So I can double major in Japanese and Creative Writing.  I know, CW seems frivolous... it really does... but I'm going to be a translator, a translator.  Of books, as soon as it's financially feasible. (By which I mean that I may have to do boring things for a while... unless I can convince TokyoPop or someone that I'd be useful... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least I wouldn't randomly change the order of chapters.  Or screw up the important-to-plot romanization of a character's name, but that's Viz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)  A degree in writing is useful for that.  Yes?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;Talk to financial aide office&lt;br /&gt;Have credits transferred from senior-to-sophomore colleges.  Iru no wa:  geo, English (?), the music class&lt;br /&gt;Work study&lt;br /&gt;Possibly find another job&lt;br /&gt;Buy books--SHOP AROUND, THEY'RE FREAKING EXPENSIVE&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone if the exact copy is needed for literature classes&lt;br /&gt;Start wearing sneakers... so my feet don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALIZE, DANGIT&lt;br /&gt;Add to this list as I remember more&lt;br /&gt;Cross things off on this list as I complete them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to keep in mind during next registration session:&lt;br /&gt;Where have my AP credits disappeared to?&lt;br /&gt;Take Honors Shakespeare class (nwn)&lt;br /&gt;Take Intro to Fiction Writing&lt;br /&gt;Take philosophy, arts, or social science class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3266253321287057305?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3266253321287057305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3266253321287057305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3266253321287057305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3266253321287057305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-and-to-do-list.html' title='Update and to-do list'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3553373957353021773</id><published>2008-08-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:47:09.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo I guess I should blog.</title><content type='html'>I'm at college~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-happydance?-&lt;br /&gt;All moved into my dorm and everything.  It's a nice little room.  I'm in the Honors College and going through their orientation right now... the orientation basically being a way for everyone to get to know each other.  And guess what.  I'M SOCIALIZING.  ...When coerced.  And occasionally when not.  I actually went and played Ultimate Frisbee today.  It was fun...ish.  But before that!  There are a lot of anime fans here, oddly.  And I've found another intended Japanese major who has also--PLAYED PHOENIX WRIGHT.  Win! Also, I've found a DN fan. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose it's a little odd?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the geek version of a tomboy, maybe.  For some reason I wind up in conversations with guys more often than conversations with girls...  About video games and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that CD I ran to allow me to access the internet also allows "them" to watch my computer activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hi, &lt;strike&gt;oniisama&lt;/strike&gt; computer-watching people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3553373957353021773?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3553373957353021773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3553373957353021773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3553373957353021773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3553373957353021773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/08/soooo-i-guess-i-should-blog.html' title='Soooo I guess I should blog.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8873845867953512895</id><published>2008-07-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:36:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a survey.</title><content type='html'>I'm so obsessed with these things.&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Listen!  Yesterday I ordered GS3!  Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;SIX PAIRINGS I LIKE :&lt;br /&gt;1. Mia/Diego&lt;br /&gt;2. Halle/Mello&lt;br /&gt;3. Seto/Isis&lt;br /&gt;4. Irene/Gen&lt;br /&gt;5. Phoenix/Maya&lt;br /&gt;6. Link/Midna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SHIPS I'VE ABANDONED:&lt;br /&gt;7. Medli/Komali (Very quickly)&lt;br /&gt;8. Franziska/Edgeworth&lt;br /&gt;9. Link/Ilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SHIPS I'VE NEVER LIKED:&lt;br /&gt;10. Link/Shad (WTH)&lt;br /&gt;11. Light/L&lt;br /&gt;12. Malik/Yami Malik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO SHIPS THAT HAVE PIQUED MY INTEREST:&lt;br /&gt;13. Phoenix/Iris&lt;br /&gt;14. Apollo/Vera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you dislike #11 so much?&lt;br /&gt;When Light's not trying to kill L, he's ticked off because L thinks he's Kira and he doesn't know it's true at the time.  Meanwhile, L &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; thinks Light is Kira.  Not really the best circumstances for a relationship, as far as I'm concerned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you know that ships #13?&lt;br /&gt;No one personally... Their thread is very active though.  Active-er than TRAGIC.  T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would be your ideal scenario for couple #3?&lt;br /&gt;Oh so long ago.  Hm.  "Unsaid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite moment for #1?&lt;br /&gt;I've answered this question already, in the KamiChihi questions~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long have you been following couple #6?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhmm... Since halfway through TP, I think.  Like as soon as we found out for sure that she really wasn't evil. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the story with #8? What made you stop caring?&lt;br /&gt;I really think they are more brother and sister.  Oh.  The thing that made me stop caring was the fact that he came to live with them when she was two, that specifically.  Her perceptions of "family" wouldn't have been fully formed by then, probably, so she really would think of him as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which ship do you prefer--#2 or #4?&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's hard.  Hm.  Hmmm.  Irene x Gen for the longer timeframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have the power to make one ship non-existent. Choose from #10 or #12.&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... I just find Link/Shad really repulsive.  Maybe because Shad irritates the crap out of me and I can't see the attraction of it.  (I can see what... some people would like about MYM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What interests you about #14?&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, Apollo's reaction to meeting her was so cute.  And I need some ships for that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you stop liking #7?&lt;br /&gt;Ack.  When I found out that Medli wasn't trapped in the &lt;strike&gt;Sacred Cavern&lt;/strike&gt; temple place and they could easily meet.  What's the point of supporting a couple that's easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did your waning interest in #9 kill your interest in the series?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, 'cause I left it for Link x Midna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's a song that reminds you of #5?&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me that, I'm not actually supposed to be shipping it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which of these ships do you love the most right now?&lt;br /&gt;Miego Miego Miego Miego Miego Miego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Which do you dislike the most?&lt;br /&gt;Link/Shad, Light/L, Yami Malik/Malik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have any of these pairings double date, who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;...Would it be a terrible thing to send Phoenix x Iris and channeled!Mia x Godot out together?  Ohhh yes I think it would, but that would make me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have #2 kissed yet? Elaborate if yes.&lt;br /&gt;Liiiike in the series?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did #4 have a happy ending? Do you think one is likely?&lt;br /&gt;Ha...!  The most clear-cut of the ones I support.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What would make you start shipping #14?&lt;br /&gt;More art of it, or if Vera appeared in GS5.  (If she doesn't, I'll probably drop it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If only one could happen, which would you prefer--#2 or #6?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gosh.  Ohhh.  Ahhh.  Ummm... 2 on the condition that it wouldn't mess up the 28th, and if it would, 6, on the condition that wouldn't screw up the world... ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You have the power to decide the fate of #10. What happens to them?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... they never speak again?  (Shad REALLY irritates me.)&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been meaning to do one of these for AA characters.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;2.  Edgeworth&lt;br /&gt;3.  Maya&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mia&lt;br /&gt;5.  Franziska&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pearls&lt;br /&gt;7.  Diego&lt;br /&gt;8.  Dahlia&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kristoph&lt;br /&gt;10.  Apollo&lt;br /&gt;11.  Trucy&lt;br /&gt;12.  Engarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read a 6/11 fic? Do you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pearls/Trucy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as like, a relationship, but I think they should be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 4 is hot? How hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've already mentioned how I feel about her chest size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if 12 got 8 pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engarde/Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they so deserve each other.  ...The child would be screwed for life, but they so deserve each other.  New Hellshipping! (DahliaxKristoph's still better though, they're the same age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read any fic(s) about 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kristoph&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it.  I hate that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edgeworth/Pearls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SICK AND WRONG.  Also, have they ever spoken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/9 or 5/10? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Franziska/Kristoph or Franziska/Apollo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. Well I believe that Franziska's basically a good person, so Apollo, but... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if 7 walked in on 2 and 12 having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What would happen if Diego walked in on Edgeworth and Engard having sex?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh that idea just broke my brain.  I suspect he'd walk out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up a summary for a 3/10 fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maya/Apollo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o!  Th-that... might not actually be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Like she could glomp him after 4-1 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any such thing as 1/8 fluff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phoenix/Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when told from a clueless "Feenie"'s perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest a title for a 7/12 hurt/comfort fic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego/Engarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone on your friends list read 7 slash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No friends of mine play much PW... also, I don't think any of my friends read slash either.  So no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone on your friends list write 2/4/5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edgeworth/Mia/Franziska&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might 10 scream out at a moment of great passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apollo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I even bother to leave this one on.  I never answer it.  (Well, except for the time when ten was Mikami, and that's because it's obvious. xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you write a songfic about 8, which song would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhn, well "Molasses" suits Iris-&gt;Dahlia very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wrote a 1/6/12 fic, what would the warnings be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phoenix/Pearls/Engarde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL MAKE YOUR BRAIN DIE.  ALSO, PEDOPHILIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edgeworth/Apollo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-yu tee eff dee.   ...Something in a foreign language, perhaps?  (He is, apparently, still abroad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you read a fic about 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Franziska&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've read any.  ...She was in one I was writing though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 6's super-secret kink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pearls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL IS EIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 11 shag 9? Drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trucy/Kristoph&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SO WRONG.  SO VERY, VERY WRONG, IN SO MANY WAYS.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 3 and 7 get together who tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maya/Diego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my.  Um.  I think my resolution was to NOT GO THERE. *rubs temples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and 9 are in a happy relationship until 9 suddenly runs off with 4. 1, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with 11 and a brief, unhappy affair with 12, then follows the wise advice of 5 and finds true love with 3." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Phoenix and Kristoph are in a happy relationship until Kristoph suddenly runs off with Mia. Phoenix, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Trucy and a brief, unhappy affair with Engarde, then follows the wise advice of Franziska and finds true love with Maya."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of fic: "The most complicated Phaya you'll ever read. Ever."&lt;br /&gt;Who would read it?  ...Only the last clause is readable.  The rest is disgusting.  Disgusting.  Absolutely... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Who should write it?  No one.  Please.  Unless it's the last clause.  ...I like the last clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if 7/8 was canon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diego/Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Terribly confused.  And heartbroken.  But mostly confused.&lt;br /&gt;(Though, I have seen a few very pretty pictures of it. *MUG'D*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would make a better college professor: 6, or 11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pearls or Trucy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2 is hot? How hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edgeworth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... not... particularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 sends 8 on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engarde sends Dahlia on a mission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with Hellshipping(2).  It's probably to kill Wright.  And she's like lol ok but no, it doesn't, because Mia pwns her. &gt;:C  (...Timeframe fail...)&lt;br /&gt;Wait!  No!  I've got it.  He wants her to poison Corrida. So apparently it failed.  (And then Mia pwns her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would 5 most likely be arrested for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Franziska&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped someone to death. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to walk home through a bad neighborhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 or 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diego or Dahlia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, gee.  Lemme think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8873845867953512895?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8873845867953512895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8873845867953512895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8873845867953512895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8873845867953512895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-survey.html' title='I found a survey.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8562121283721653983</id><published>2008-07-24T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:52:04.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody told me 'bout days like these.</title><content type='html'>Title stolen from Klav.  (Stealing from a prosecutor.  I'm BRILLIANT.)  Kind of a melodramatic one, but I did want to make it into an icon once, with his angsty hands-in-pockets pose.  But then the file corrupted. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I failed my driver's test, in the evening I cleaned freezers that to all appearances DID NOT WANT TO BE CLEAN, and in the middle... well the middle was pleasant at least...  You know, the usual CR stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine about the driver's test... I didn't really expect to pass (lol, pessimism) and I just do. Not. Feel. Comfortable. Driving. Yet.  Anyway right after the test I told myself I couldn't cry till it was over! and the fact that that worked means that I am a FANGIRL (and an illogical one because I am neither a man [Japanese] nor a lawyer [English]) but we all knew that already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8562121283721653983?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8562121283721653983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8562121283721653983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8562121283721653983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8562121283721653983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/nobody-told-me-bout-days-like-these.html' title='Nobody told me &apos;bout days like these.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8085243434046161060</id><published>2008-07-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:52:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>"Oh, only ten minutes left~!&lt;br /&gt;"That'd only be five times through DwynM.&lt;br /&gt;"...OKAY! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only wound up being 3 1/2, though, 'cause I got distracted a few times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8085243434046161060?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8085243434046161060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8085243434046161060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8085243434046161060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8085243434046161060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1194642084067871230</id><published>2008-07-22T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:23:57.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random GodoChihi thing... in Japanese!</title><content type='html'>Why's it in Japanese...?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.  There isn't even a "senpai" in sight... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;But you know, it's... kind of different, in Japanese.  At least, the way Chihiro talks to Kaminogi would have to be different from how Mia talks to Diego, because he's a) male b) older and c) her senpai, even if she does (?) stop calling him "Senpai"...... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to confirm that.  ;^;  From the way Japanese fans write about it..., I'm thinking that she calls him "Kaminogi-san" in the same place she calls him "Diego" in English, but that's only a guess, and I haven't actually taken the steps necessary to obtain the Japanese version yet... But anyway, look!  It's still his &lt;strike&gt;last&lt;/strike&gt; family name, and with "san" and everything.  That's kind of my point.  If I have one...  Do I?&lt;br /&gt;Well, without further ado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神乃木さんに、幸せになってほしいんです。 だから生きて、その命を楽しんで下さい。そして、もし… いつか…&lt;br /&gt;ん? 何だい? コネコちゃん。 声が変わったんだ。&lt;br /&gt;いつか、他の女と愛にでもなったら…&lt;br /&gt;それはねぇのさ。&lt;br /&gt;神乃木さん…&lt;br /&gt;オレが愛してるのは、チヒロ アンタだけだぜ。&lt;br /&gt;私は死んでいますよ…神乃木さん。&lt;br /&gt;わかってるぜ。 だがな,オレもいずれ死ぬだろ? それからオレら二人、またー緒になれる。…そのときを,待ってるんだぜ。&lt;br /&gt;…死を待つだけの命で、うれしいですか。&lt;br /&gt;………&lt;br /&gt;うれしくないでしょぅ。&lt;br /&gt;…オレは、この命にうれしさがいらねぇんだ。むしろ、うれしさを見つからねぇ、それでいい。&lt;br /&gt;そんな事を…!  そんな事を,言わないで下さいよ…神乃木さん。&lt;br /&gt;チヒロ…&lt;br /&gt;教えて下さい! …神乃木さん。&lt;br /&gt;何だい? コネコちゃん。&lt;br /&gt;本当に、あの命にうれしさを見つかりませんの? それとも, ただ…探したくないのでしょうか…&lt;br /&gt;…本当に見つからねぇだろうな。 チヒロのいない世界に、うれしさはどこにもねぇんだからな。&lt;br /&gt;……っ&lt;br /&gt;泣くなよ…チヒロ。&lt;br /&gt;ごめんなさい。 勝手でごめんなさい。でも私は本当に…、必死に,神乃木さんに死んでほしくありません。&lt;br /&gt;チヒロ…&lt;br /&gt;四年も待ってて、それから死んでしまって…、すごく悲しかったときは、やはりありました。でもあの法廷に,神乃木さんの顔を見たと、とてもうれしかったんです。「生きた、生きている!」と,心の中から叫びましたんです。そして今、それを無理にする…、と、勝手な気持ちです。 …バカバカしいね,私は。昔,「神乃木さんが起きる場合は「いい」」と 「起きない、または死ぬ,場合は「悪い」」ことに決まったんです。そして今でも,そんな気持ちをバカバカしく、勝手に、持っています。&lt;br /&gt;…コネコちゃん。正直に、訊ねていいな?&lt;br /&gt;はい。&lt;br /&gt;オレが死んだら、アンタは悲しくなるのか。&lt;br /&gt;…勝手ですよ, 私は…。&lt;br /&gt;コネコちゃん。正直な質問に,正直な答えをさ。 …そいつは、オレのルールだぜ。&lt;br /&gt;…神乃木さんが死んだら… はい、とても悲しくなります。 …ごめんなさい…&lt;br /&gt;じゃあ、こいつは間単だよ? コネコちゃんにまた悲しくならさせるなんて、絶対ダメだぜ。 オレは、これからも生きるんだ…チヒロ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1194642084067871230?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1194642084067871230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1194642084067871230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1194642084067871230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1194642084067871230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-godochihi-thing-in-japanese.html' title='Random GodoChihi thing... in Japanese!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5491557154121893157</id><published>2008-07-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:57:44.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless entry ahead</title><content type='html'>I'm serious, this is such a Yanda entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that I spent the last twenty minutes of work whistling "Don't want you no More."&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well here's how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes before work ended, I looked at the clock and noticed that there were twenty minutes left.  (I sense redundancy here...)  I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm, do I have any mental playlists that I know are just about twenty minutes long?  Umm... I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I could whistle DwynM ten times and it would wind up being just about twenty minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So I did.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been going to a computer camp in the mornings!  With R.B.  And today we assembled computers, and since a) R.B. was right next to me telling me what to do, b) mine came assembled and I had to disassemble it first, and c) I didn't really understand the finer points of what exactly I was doing, I had fun.  It was like a puzzle.  And then R.B. and I programmed a robot to move forward, pick up a ball, turn around, and move back to where it started, and we won things for it!  Big things!  I won a digital camera (yaaaaaaaaaaay, finally!) and he won an 8GB USB stick.&lt;br /&gt;S'pose that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but in other other news, I am so bad at drawing hands.  -dies-  I have this picture of Franziska all planned out (whennnnn she figures out how 1-4's gonna end), but I can't get hands to resemble hands.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh!!  I nearly forgot.  The other day I had the single most convoluted thought process &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm not kidding.  It was about a comic on Yaminomi (loooooovethatsite: &lt;a href="http://fansome.fakefur.jp/yaminomi/top.html"&gt;-やみのみ-&lt;/a&gt;) where Grossberg and Diego are discussing their ages except in Japanese years and all that complicated stuff, and then they turn to Mia and Grossberg asks, "When were you born, Mia?  Showa year..."&lt;br /&gt;And she answers, "The first year of the Heisei era. :D"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is just me translating this all out now; I wasn't sure to begin with, and when I started to figure it out, I wasn't sure I was getting it right, but then I checked my thoughts this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, right, isn't that when Sayu was born?  I remember 'cause that was all easy to remember and stuff.  And Sayu's the same age as Mello, who's the same age as me, and I was born in the same year as Mia. So yeah, that is what she's saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OVERLYCONVOLUTED.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd have the sense to remember that 1989 is the first year of Heisei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5491557154121893157?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5491557154121893157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5491557154121893157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5491557154121893157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5491557154121893157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/pointless-entry-ahead.html' title='Pointless entry ahead'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2177557192378842351</id><published>2008-07-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:18:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd show you a few things I've been working on, now that I have my tablet, Vera.  (And her pen, Aria.  ...Why yes, it IS short for Ariadoney, and yes, I DO NEED A LIFE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, IT'S ALL GYAKUSAI STUFF 'CAUSE I'M A GYAKUTARD, THX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tanzaku_squish.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/Tanzaku_squish.png" border="0" alt="Tanzaku" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a GodoChihi thing, don't get too excited.  Inspired by this official "&lt;a href="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/080630gemaga07_gssnap02.jpg"&gt;Snapshot&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ScribbleMinuki_squish.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/ScribbleMinuki_squish.png" border="0" alt="Scribbled Minuki" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Minuki.  I don't know why, but my tendency to call AJ characters by their Japanese names is even stronger than that of PW characters.  (....eeeeeeexcluding Kaminogi&amp;amp;Chihiro, for obvious reasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIP - GodoChihi kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GodoChihi_squish.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/GodoChihi_squish.png" border="0" alt="GodoChihi kisu (WIP)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia's eventually gonna be transparent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franziska von Karma (tegaki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Franziska_Tegaki.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/Franziska_Tegaki.png" border="0" alt="Franziska von Karma" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya, Master of Kurain (tegaki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mayatattoo.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/Mayatattoo.png" border="0" alt="Maya, Master of Kurain" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to draw her with a master symbol tattoo.  Sorry for the nekkid.&lt;br /&gt;...No, but it's not a spoiler, right?  I mean when you learn there's a master you learn Maya's next in line, and when you first see that symbol you learn what it means.... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIP - Maskless Godot  - SPOILER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn151/WallofIllusion/masklessGodot.png"&gt;[clicky?]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr chiisai kedo yappa netabare desu.  u.u;  Oh!  But I like drawing him without his mask so much better.  His colors coordinate better, for one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2177557192378842351?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2177557192378842351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2177557192378842351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2177557192378842351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2177557192378842351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/dump.html' title='Dump'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2626406246024871791</id><published>2008-07-07T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:11:04.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today may be that day.</title><content type='html'>The day that I think seriously and decide what I think happened to Godot.  (I mean I've already decided no on NaruMayo and incredibly unlikely on MitsuMei...)&lt;br /&gt;BIG FREAKING SPOILERS AHEAD, NOT KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW IT'S IN COLOR.  SO PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE IGNORE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#661414;"&gt;There are basically three options:&lt;br /&gt;*Death penalty&lt;br /&gt;*Dies some other way (generally suggested that it's suicide by refusing to have his body tuned up or w/e)&lt;br /&gt;*Still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact remains that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't want him to die.&lt;br /&gt;But this is supposed to be logical, not based on my emotions. . :/  I have to get around stubbornly insisting that he's still alive simply because I want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I don't think it's likely that he got the death penalty.  I just don't.  Whether or not it was his true motivation, a lawyer could build a case around the idea that he acted in Maya's defense.  I believe Phoenix would be motivated enough to do so.  That of course is assuming Godot would let him... Which is something I've had serious trouble with in the past.  (In planning fanfiction, to ka...)  Mostly because of how guilty he feels, and, I think, because I realize how little he has left to live for...  wah.  (I don't like where this is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option two... suicide/death by lack of maintainence.&lt;br /&gt;Let me first say something that has been TICKINGMEOFF.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE THAT THE WHOLE "REGULAR CHECKUP" THING WAS. A. LIE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not necessarily saying he doesn't need monthly tune-ups; I'm just saying that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what he told Wright should not be automatically taken as the truth because he. Was. Lying.  He was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital having a check-up.  He was in a storeroom where it was very cold.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other things that are wrong with that conversation as well.  Godot did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; when he was poisoned.  During the trial, he doesn't even speak like he thinks of it as having "died"--he repeatedly refers to it as "sleeping."  [fangirl]Andgoshthatmakesmewanttogivehimabighugandmakehimfeelbetter.[/fangirl]  Therefore his organs, while they would possibly need to be "adjusted," would not need to be "regenerated."  What I'm saying is that several statements in that conversation were exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying not to treat lies like the absolute truth. DX&lt;br /&gt;(Furthermore, when you present Godot's profile to Gumshoe immediately after, you get into a conversation about how it's strange that the police don't know about his medical situation... further implying that what he said was exaggerated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my schpeal about that.  It just frustrates me that no one ever seems to notice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... other than that.&lt;br /&gt;The question is, does Godot want to die...?&lt;br /&gt;There's... virtually no reason he shouldn't.  ;_;&lt;br /&gt;If his two reasons to live were to see what kind of man Phoenix is and to protect Maya... -_-;;;  And then there's the further fact that Mia's dead, and if by dying he could be with her again... In other words, someone would have to give him a new reason to live very quickly or it would be hopeless.  Of course, if Mia would tell him that she'd rather he lived on... Then he probably would.  But then the question becomes, would she want that...?  This is something I can't decide...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I asked SYL for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WallofIllusion: &lt;/span&gt;Hey, I have a really random question. It's really  strange.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Say you were a ghost&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and your lover was still alive&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;but he was in bad shape, and he had no reason to live  anymore&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;And you knew that if he died, you could be with him  again...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Would you want him to keep living? Or would you want him to  die?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starburst19&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;if he's suffering...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;hmm... it depends on how bad it is&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WallofIllusion&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;It's not that he's suffering&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;It's more like&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;He suffered an accident in the past, and his body needs  regular tune-ups, but he's not suffering physically.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;Emotionally, at the moment, though...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;he's struggling with extreme guilt.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starburst19&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;well, i would want him to continue living  until he finds his way out of that guilt and find a new reason to live&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WallofIllusion&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Okay see that's what I'm thinking!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;I'm glad you think so too.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starburst19&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;hahaha great minds think alike. -- that was  cliche&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;but that's all i got&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;lol!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WallofIllusion&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;No it's fine.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;I just wanted to make sure my own "GAH I DON'T WANT HIM TO  DIIIIIIIIE" opinions weren't corrupting my perception of the ghost's  feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I really think Mia would want him to work through it.  Even though she's a spirit  medium... even if spirits &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; meet in the afterlife...  I honestly cannot see her saying that she'd prefer he was dead.  Maybe it's my own perception of death vs. life that's making me feel that way... because when I write Godot-just-woke-up-and-wants-to-die fanfiction, he asks what makes life, especially a life like his, so much better than death, and I never really have an answer for him...&lt;br /&gt;(Am I getting off-topic?)&lt;br /&gt;(What does it matter?  It's my blog.  Off-topic is what I do.)&lt;br /&gt;So..., if they talked... if Mia told him that she wanted him to live on, I think he would.  I'm almost certain he would.&lt;br /&gt;But is it proper to answer the question of "Does Godot die?" with "Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; he and Mia talk..."? ...&lt;br /&gt;If I accept that he would want to die if it weren't for that, can't it be fine?  I think, for now, I can be satisfied with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2626406246024871791?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2626406246024871791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2626406246024871791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2626406246024871791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2626406246024871791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-may-be-that-day.html' title='Today may be that day.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2310958302695736326</id><published>2008-07-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:59:48.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to do these, like, now.</title><content type='html'>But I have to write thank-you notes... OTL&lt;br /&gt;(So I'm saying, "Hold it!" for now.  I'll be back later to translate &amp;amp; answer them.)&lt;br /&gt;Esentially, "50 questions for those who like KamiChihi."  (KamiChihi being Miego.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, まずあなたのハンドルネームをどうぞ。&lt;br /&gt;First, your username.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"WallofIllusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, 逆転裁判はいつ頃からのファンですか？&lt;br /&gt;Since when have you been an Ace Attorney fan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Just checked this--I started playing the first one on 4/09 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, カミチヒを知ったのはいつですか？&lt;br /&gt;When did you learn of KamiChihi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;When I first played through 3-1.  5/28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, では、本格的にカミチヒにはまったのは？&lt;br /&gt;So, when did you first seriously get into KamiChihi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ahmm...  Sometime between 3-4 and 3-5?  I was all hyper when Diego was flirting in 3-4, but then I looked at his profile and I was like, "...Rival?  Wut?  Datte datte---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, ゲーム中で「これはカミチヒだ！」と感じたセリフやシーンは？&lt;br /&gt;What are some lines and scenes in the game that you felt were KamiChihi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3-2, Godot's reaction to seeing Mia.  That was a big one.  I keep wishing it weren't near the end of the case.  And when you think about it, Godot's entire motivation is KamiChihi, so...  And all of 3-1 basically.  That case has the greatest replay value ever for that specific reason. &lt;br /&gt;Oh!  Oh!  And "Is it really okay, Mr. Prosecutor?" / "Of course it is, Madame Attorney."  KYAAA! I love that part.  It's so sweet and aaaaaaaas;dvna;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, 神乃木とチヒロ、どっちが好き？（％で答えて下さい）&lt;br /&gt;Between Kaminogi (Armando) and Chihiro (Mia), which do you like more?  (Answer with percentages, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;75% Diego/Godot, 25% Mia.  I blame her breast size for this, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7, 二人は恋人同士？&lt;br /&gt;Was it a mutual love?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Absolutely yes!  Though Mia makes it difficult to tell sometimes. ;~;  She's a lot harder to read about it than Diego is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, 神乃木はチヒロをどう思ってる？&lt;br /&gt;What does Diego think of  Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(She has potential... and she has the right heart for this.  Though she could stand to be a little less excitable...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, チヒロは神乃木をどう思ってる？&lt;br /&gt;What does Mia think of Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(For a lawyer, he's awfully... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  The amount of coffee he drinks, and the way he talks... ...But he really does know what he's doing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, ズヴァリ！二人はどこまでの関係？&lt;br /&gt;Zvarri!  How deeply are the two connected?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wouldn't it be cute if he was thinking about asking her to marry him?  ;~;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure that that's what they're actually asking, but, um... sore wa mada kimatteinai shi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, 愛を告白するとしたら、どちらからするでしょう？&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you think would confess their love first?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hmmm...  Diego, first, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, また、そのときの言葉は？&lt;br /&gt;What do they say at that time?&lt;br /&gt;They're in the middle of researching or whatever, and for whatever reason Diego suddenly and quite seriously says, "I love you, Mia."  She's surprised and embarrassed so she treats it as a joke at first, but then later she confesses her love too.  At ohanami.  (Ohanami nara, Chihiro to Kaminogi darou?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13, 二人きりのとき、神乃木はチヒロを何て呼ぶ？&lt;br /&gt;When the two are alone, what does Diego call Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Right after 3-4 he kind of lets the "Kitten" thing die down a little and calls her "Mia" so it's clear he respects her, but once they start going out he starts calling her "Kitten" again, both as an endearment and in teasing.  So it basically winds up 50% "Kitten," 50% "Mia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, 同じく二人きりのとき、チヒロは神乃木を何て呼ぶ？&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, when the two are alone, what does Mia call Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;This question is much more fun in Japanese. XP Um, "Mr. Armando" for a while, then "Diego" once they get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, 神乃木から見て、チヒロの好きなところはどんなところ？&lt;br /&gt;What does Diego like about Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(She's beautiful, intelligent, determined... she has a beautiful heart that still holds onto innocence even despite what she's been through.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16, チヒロから見て、神乃木の好きなところはどんなところ？&lt;br /&gt;What does Chihiro like about Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(He's overwhelmingly strong and supportive, and surprisingly kind when you get past all of his joking.  He clearly loves life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17, 神乃木とチヒロ、どちらの方が立場が強い？&lt;br /&gt;Of Diego and Mia, which one is in a stronger position?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm not entirely sure what this question is asking, but... probably Diego.  He generally seems more sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, 二人はラブラブ？それともケンカが絶えないほう？&lt;br /&gt;Are the two madly in love?  Or do they often argue?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'd say they bicker playfully, but definitely labulabu. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19, チヒロはコーヒーが飲める？むしろ好き？&lt;br /&gt;Can Mia drink coffee?  Does she like it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She seems like more of a tea person to me, though I suspect she drinks coffee to appease Diego sometimes. :P  And sneaks cream and sugar in when he's not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20, あなたは神乃木のどこが好きですか？&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;He's angsty and cool-looking and has one heck of an attitude. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21, あなたはチヒロのどこが好きですか？&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hn.  Well, I like her as a mentor and she's pretty, but... all in all not my favorite character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, チヒロが里を出た時期は不明ですが、二人が出逢ったのはいつ頃だと思いますか？&lt;br /&gt;It's unclear when Mia left her village, but when do you think the two first met?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I think they first met when Mia got a job at Grossberg Law Offices.  [I have a fanfiction thought out for this, so the next two answers will depend on that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23, 神乃木が見た、チヒロの第一印象はどんなものだった？&lt;br /&gt;What was Diego's first impression of Mia when he saw her?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(Whoa, she's a cute one.  ...And a fighter, apparently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24, チヒロが見た、神乃木の第一印象はどんなものだった？&lt;br /&gt;What was Mia's first impression of Diego when she saw him?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(Is this nosy flirt actually a lawyer? -///-; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25, 神乃木はチヒロの過去（霊媒師・ＤＬ６号事件など）を知っていた？&lt;br /&gt;Does Diego know about Mia's past (about her being a spirit medium and the DL-6 case, etc.)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I definitely think so.  I mean, he didn't seem at all incredulous about 3-5 or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26, カミチヒを邪魔するライバルはいますか？それは誰？&lt;br /&gt;Are there any rivals to KamiChihi?  Who?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't think there are~ :D  Oh, but, I think that Phoenix may have had a crush on Mia at one point.  (You know... just in case Godot needed ANOTHER reason to hate him, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27, ゴドー×チヒロはありだと思いますか？&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there's any Godot x Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;...I... think so.  I mean, it's clear that he's still hopelessly, breathlessly in love with her.  Again, she's harder to read...  And her "serious" sprites look so severe. D:  But I can imagine her (channeled by Maya, probably) going to the detention center and leaning her forehead against the glass in order to be as close to him as possible as they talk... -daydreams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28, 神乃木がチヒロにプレゼント！さて何をあげた？&lt;br /&gt;Diego gives Mia a present!  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Special coffee he made just for her!  With flavoring since I don't think she'd like it black.  Or some jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29, チヒロが神乃木にプレゼント！さて何をあげた？&lt;br /&gt;Mia gives Diego a present!  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hmm, a coffee mug?  Or she could have given him that silver ring... Diego's left hand isn't visible in any of his sprites, so it's possible. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30, デートするなら、どこへ行くでしょう？&lt;br /&gt;Where would they go on a date?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They seem like they'd be happy just walking around and talking, or they could stop at a cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31, そのときのデートプランやスケジュールは？&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Do they have plans or schedules for those dates?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, they're spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32, 二人がケンカしました。原因は？&lt;br /&gt;The two of them have a fight.  What's the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Diego's teasing too much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33, そのときどちらが先に謝るでしょう？&lt;br /&gt;Who apologizes first?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Diego, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34, バレンタインデー！チヒロはどうする？&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day!  What does Mia do?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Umm, that's out of the time range... Chihiro would give obligation chocolate since she works with him, but that's probably about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35, バレンタインデー！神乃木の様子は？&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day?  What's Diego like?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Maybe he's a bit disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36, 浮気するとしたら、どっちが？&lt;br /&gt;Which of them would be unfaithful?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What a terrible question. D:  Neither! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37, そのときの相手（カミorチヒ)の反応はどうでしょう？&lt;br /&gt;At that time, how would the other (Diego or Mia) react?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Uwa. D: ;~; &lt;br /&gt;Diego:  "Hey, Kitten, why would you do something like that?" (very hurt, trying to hide it and failing)&lt;br /&gt;Mia:  "...If that's how it is, then fine.  Good-bye." (And they'd break up. T__T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38, チヒロが手料理を作った！どんな味？神乃木の反応は？&lt;br /&gt;Mia makes some home cooking!  What's it like?  What's Diego's reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hm, some traditional Japanese food perhaps?  And Diego doesn't normally have Japanese food, so he's a little wary at first, but he thinks it's delicious. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39, とっておきの服に着替えた神乃木。どんな格好をしている？&lt;br /&gt;Diego changes into some special clothes that he has set aside.  What's he wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A nice black suit.  It's really hard to imagine him in anything other than that... (Oh, I suppose that's not true, I have seen some very pretty pictures of him in kimono...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40, 同じくとっておきに着替えたチヒロ。どんな格好をしている？&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, Mia changes into some special clothes.  What's she wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A pretty kimono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41, お互いの「とっておき」を見た二人の反応は？&lt;br /&gt;What are their reactions to the other's "special clothes"?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mia:  "*blush* You look... incredible.  (Practically the poster boy for "suave.")"&lt;br /&gt;Diego:  "You too, Kitten.  Like a Japanese princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42, 神乃木とチヒロ、あなたがなるとしたらどっちになりたい？&lt;br /&gt;If you were to become Diego or Mia, which would you want to become?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Eh?  Um...  Mia?  (Though, in terms of the Phoenix Wright cast, I think I'd prefer to turn into someone who doesn't get thunk'd or poisoned...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43, もしなれたとしたら、何をしますか？&lt;br /&gt;And if you did, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Er... go to Diego and try to head off 3-5 before it starts. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44, 神乃木さん、チヒロに対して「こうして欲しいぜ」という要望があればどうぞ。&lt;br /&gt;What sort of "I want you to do this" requests might Diego have for Mia?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Try not to get so flustered all the time.  It's pretty cute, but it's not professional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45, チヒロさん、神乃木センパイに対して「こうしてください」という要望があればどうぞ。&lt;br /&gt;What sort of "Please do this," requests might Mia have for Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Please try to act a little more responsible."  "Please stop drinking so much coffee... have a little concern for your health!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46, これだけは譲れない！カミチヒに対するこだわりや設定があればどうぞ。&lt;br /&gt;This is the only thing I can't give up!  Share anything you're picky about or obsessed with about the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I prefer serious couple pictures to overly cute ones...  They're both quite mature, after all.  And the angstier the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47, もしもこんなだったら……と思うことはありますか？&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any "What if"s?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mochiron desu yo?  (Translation:  Well, obviously?)  If Diego hadn't been poisoned, if Mia had still been alive when he woke up... Though, I rarely actually wander down that mental path because... it's not canon.  (orz)  There's... another thing... that's really weird.... But, if like, a branch-Fey was tired of being herself and offered to channel Mia perpetually...... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then things could get dramatic if she's actually an evil person and channels Dahlia instead &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and it's all dangerous and stuff OTL;;;;;;; I have weird ideas in my brain.  Eep, so dramatic though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48, カミチヒのテーマソングがあれば教えてください。&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "KamiChihi Theme Song"?  Do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hmm, The Hush Sound's "Don't Wake Me Up" is always good for that sort of thing, and Alice Nine.'s "FANTASY."  I actually really like "FANTASY" for them.  "Iro wo nakushi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49, カミチヒのココが好き！というところを教えてください。&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about KamiChihi?&lt;br /&gt;Canon&amp;amp;Impossible&amp;amp;Cute!  Perfect for me.  Also, I've found that I prefer mature romances to teenybopper cute ones.  (Or overly cute ones that aren't necessarily teenybopper, but the participants are immature.  Present:  RonDessie.  THEY'RE BOTH GOOFS.  -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50, お疲れ様でした！最後に世界の中心でカミチヒを叫んでください！&lt;br /&gt;...I'm not actually sure what the question part of this question is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2310958302695736326?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2310958302695736326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2310958302695736326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2310958302695736326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2310958302695736326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-do-these-like-now.html' title='I want to do these, like, now.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-202786222781763265</id><published>2008-06-27T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:43:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>I feel groggy.  Though more awake than I did a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, one of the antinausea things is supposed to make me drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN TELL ME THAT BEFORE YOU PUT THE THING ON.  I wouldn't have accepted it if I'd known.  It's off now, so all is good.  Things that happened no longer feel like dreams.  (This was a considerable problem for a while.)  I like how I typed it as if I were shouting.  Ha.  Yeah, not for a while yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a smoothie now.  It's tasty.  I'm more conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, but I hate when I'm coming out of anesthesia and they're like, "Okay, R, it's time to wake up now."&lt;br /&gt;I generally have to be told multiple times.  This time I can blame that stuuuupid anti-nausea patch, but it's fairly normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive any typos.  Typing one-handed on anesthesia does not make for coherence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how greasy my face feels after a surgery.  Grr.  Well at this point I think it's fairly apparent that I'm saying whatever comes to mind.  Speaking of things coming to mind, replaying Reunion, and Turnabout shortly before  sugery--a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facial&lt;/span&gt; surgery--was probably not the most intelligent thing I've ever done.  It's not like I was thinking ,"OMG they'll mess up the meds," but... well, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; at least...  I also spent a bit of my time contemplating the color of the IV.  I wouldn't say it was yellow...  It was in a clear bag, too.  (Honestly, do they really put IVs in colored bags?  That seems... impractical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh but I hate breathing  tubes.  It was out of me before I woke up, but my throat still feels bad.  Wish those weren't necessary.  (Are they...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really am fairly cognizant.  It was a minor surgery after all.    I mean, I'm sitting up and everything.  Part of me would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; to be lying down, unsurprisingly, but then I couldn't eat my smoothie...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go eat dinner now.  May come back to ramble more later.  Goodbye~ good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-202786222781763265?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/202786222781763265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=202786222781763265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/202786222781763265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/202786222781763265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2720066029687407021</id><published>2008-06-27T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:48:41.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And after all that emo-ing...</title><content type='html'>I decided to go through with it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry right now. Hmph.  And my parents made a special breakfast for my sisters.  It smells delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  I named my tablet last night. Vera!  Isn't that cute?  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I also spent longer than was probably necessary on the CR forums after getting home last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2720066029687407021?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2720066029687407021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2720066029687407021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2720066029687407021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2720066029687407021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-after-all-that-emo-ing.html' title='And after all that emo-ing...'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8964391254497770885</id><published>2008-06-26T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:01:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I want to do.</title><content type='html'>Now the problem is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, work was better yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write some of this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having surgery, pros:&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to convince my parents otherwise&lt;br /&gt;My lips would look more normal&lt;br /&gt;My lips wouldn't get dry so quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having surgery, cons:&lt;br /&gt;May have to re-learn to whistle... AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Having surgery is no fun&lt;br /&gt;Would have to wear bandages or whatever&lt;br /&gt;It's not actually what I want. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having surgery, pros:&lt;br /&gt;Not groggy &amp;amp; crap&lt;br /&gt;I get to eat tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;[[Let's try for some long-term ones, shall we?]]&lt;br /&gt;[[I suppose there aren't any, necessarily.  Though I won't have the increased "I had plastic surgery" guilt.]]  [[My parents say they understand this feeling but it's unreasonable. :/  Who even cares if it's unreasonable, it's how I feel.]]&lt;br /&gt;[[On topic...]]  I won't look back at old photos--say, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senior pictures&lt;/span&gt;--and think, "I was so  ugly back then."  You might think this is unreasonable, but this is how I feel about a lot of pictures from before my headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having surgery, cons:&lt;br /&gt;Would have to talk my parents out of it (which is quite difficult, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; confrontation and I like doing what's expected of me.  That's how we got into this mess.  After that conversation, they expected me to be convinced.  So I acted convinced.)&lt;br /&gt;Probably wouldn't get another chance at it and may wonder later what it would have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's the crux of the matter.  (Confrontation issues aside.  In other words, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be the crux of the matter.)&lt;br /&gt;Will I, later in life, if I don't have this surgery, look back and wish I had?&lt;br /&gt;...I... kind of doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm fine with how I look.&lt;br /&gt;Because it doesn't bother me when people ask me what happened to my lips.  At all.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm such a "ari no mama" person.  The way things are is generally fine with me.  That's another reason why I haven't spoken up about the surgery... Because it's set, and that's the way things are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8964391254497770885?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8964391254497770885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8964391254497770885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8964391254497770885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8964391254497770885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know-what-i-want-to-do.html' title='I know what I want to do.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4059349330793343556</id><published>2008-06-24T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:24:36.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work sucked.</title><content type='html'>SUCKED.  S-U-C-K-E-D SUCKED.  IN CAPITAL LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to invent a massage glove.  You put it on and flip a switch.  It goes buzz and your hand feels better.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;PLZ TO INVENT AND GIVE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see how much my hand is shaking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap!  And I just got my tablet today, too.  I swear if my hand isn't up to using the tablet tomorrow, I'm going to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4059349330793343556?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4059349330793343556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4059349330793343556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4059349330793343556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4059349330793343556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-sucked.html' title='Work sucked.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-906735006855581084</id><published>2008-06-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:10:01.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, who wants to "kidnap" me next Friday at, say, 1 in the morning?</title><content type='html'>Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have my surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discussed this with my parents.  At length.  A while back.  They said we'd discuss it again as the surgery got closer.&lt;br /&gt;We have not.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a week away.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T. WANT. TO HAVE. THIS. SURGERY.&lt;br /&gt;It's plastic surgery.  I don't CARE if it's because of the cleft; the fact remains that it is plastic surgery, not for purpose, but for looks.  FOR LOOKS.  What's their argument?  So that I'll look more "normal"?  WHAT THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; DO I CARE IF I LOOK NORMAL?  WHEN HAVE I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; CARED ABOUT BEING NORMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have this "surgery" right?  I'll go through anesthesia, have the surgery.  Be all groggy and crap.  Miss a day of work.  Have to wear bandages and crap on my face.  All so I can have my face, which BY THE WAY, I'm fine with--more than fine!  On some days, you know what, I actually feel that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;.  Genuinely, honestly pretty--all so I can  have that face changed.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;When the headgear, the RED device came off, I looked at myself in the mirror and it was like it wasn't my face.  I was so startled by the difference that I felt ugly for a few days.  I got over that (and to be honest it was probably swelling that had to do with that too), but I don't want to go through that again.  I don't want to have to readjust to my face.  IT'S MY FREAKING FACE.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; ISN'T THIS MY DECISION?!&lt;br /&gt;I had a pre-op thing today.  The lady was all like, "You're beautiful the way you are, and if you don't want to have this surgery, I think that's fine."&lt;br /&gt;And I was all thinking, "Yeah, you'd think that'd be an option, wouldn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaaaaaaat's why someone should "kidnap" me next Friday and we can hang out together all day, drop me off at Electrolux at my shift, avoid the surgery altogether...  I'd probably get one heck of a lecture on the way home, BUT I wouldn't have the surgery.  My parents wouldn't have to pay whatever minimal costs they have to, minimal because of course it's cleft-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have the attitude of, "Look, we can get it for cheap (or free, or whatever), so let's do it!"&lt;br /&gt;That's a reasonable way of looking at, say, tickets.  Free samples of food.  But surgery?  Maybe not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go.&lt;br /&gt;Shout, "Objection!"&lt;br /&gt;Point out that, hey, I feel prettier now, after that last surgery, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have any idea how filthy I feel for feeling that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plastic surgery and now I feel prettier.  It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so. freaking. shallow.&lt;/span&gt;  And I don't want to eventually feel glad I had this surgery, either.  (Let's face it:  it's going to happen.  That "kidnapping" plan is bull.  Just a fantasy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I just went away, instead?  Hmm... I don't know where I could go without suspicion.  My family knows where a lot of my friends live...&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.  Running away from problems is stupid.  But confronting didn't get me anywhere.  Running away would at least show them that I mean what I say:  I don't want the surgery.  But they'd find me, making it ineffective.  And then they'd probably ground me, making it impossible to go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Ron awaits a not guilty, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-906735006855581084?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/906735006855581084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=906735006855581084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/906735006855581084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/906735006855581084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-who-wants-to-kidnap-me-next-friday.html' title='So, who wants to &quot;kidnap&quot; me next Friday at, say, 1 in the morning?'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6560675037138120787</id><published>2008-06-17T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:29:14.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... last night was my first 3:30-midnight shift.</title><content type='html'>At Electrolux.&lt;br /&gt;I HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;However I'm pretty sure I'm now obsessed with PW, specifically Trials and Tribulations.  Even more specifically... Godot aka Diego.  (I had a slash there a second ago, but then I thought, with all the Matt/Matt going around on CR... [Grr, Matt])&lt;br /&gt;I HAD MY BRAIN CALL ME "KITTEN."&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT JOKING.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE NEXT THING I WRITE SHOULD NOT BE A MIEGO, KTHX.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but it was funny.  For a long time I was plugging wires into lightbulbs.  Red and white wires.  Oh yes.  Redd White.  It's funny how much more I FREAKING HATE HIM now that I've finished Trials &amp;amp; Tribs... (Ahahaha shipper.)&lt;br /&gt;Also, since they were against a white background (of the fridges), I had a good chuckle (or two) over how impossible the job would be for Godot.  8D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that fun, yesterday I finished...? that Miego I was writing... I'm not sure if I want to switch back to Mia's perspective... all it would be would be her freaking out, and is it really worth writing that...?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth writing it at all?  I'm reluctant to put it up anywhere because it seems like something that people have probably already written.  :/  It's August 27th, did I mention that?  (Failish euphemism is failish.  It's long.  And it seems awkward.  Though I'll probably drop the month eventually.)  (Shinanai no ni...)  It's that, so I suspect people have written it already...  Oh, but I want to post it.  &gt;&lt;  I almost want to send it to CR and at the same time ask why I can't register for the forums (I want to use those emoticonnnns!  And and and ask about Elise's freaking hair color.  o_O;;;;) OMG CANCEL LAST STATEMENT I CAN REGISTER NOW YAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;Um&lt;br /&gt;That was slightly uncalled for...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can... I dunno.  I'm going to go spend some quality time with the people on CR now... (IF YOU MUST QUOTE SOMEONE, DON'T QUOTE HER!)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll make friends, post the fic in "Present Testimony"... Or maybe I'll chicken out and wait until I've made this Miego wallpaper I had in mind to go showing myself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um?&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much all about Phoenix Wright... OTL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6560675037138120787?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6560675037138120787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6560675037138120787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6560675037138120787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6560675037138120787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-last-night-was-my-first-330-midnight.html' title='So... last night was my first 3:30-midnight shift.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2729436059568141625</id><published>2008-06-15T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:20:50.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TABLET IS SHIPPING TO MY HOUSE SOON.</title><content type='html'>Zomg yay.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks R.B.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I replayed some of "Farewell, My Turnabout" (haaaaaaate Engarde), started a PW fanfiction (Miego angst, mwahahahaa), and started assigning songs to couples, pairs (as in, non-romantic sets of people), and people from Phoenix Wright.  Also I watched my brother's soccer team win the tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for family night, we are going to play Wii. &lt;br /&gt;It'll be fun~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2729436059568141625?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2729436059568141625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2729436059568141625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2729436059568141625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2729436059568141625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/tablet-is-shipping-to-my-house-soon.html' title='A TABLET IS SHIPPING TO MY HOUSE SOON.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-664104605998064297</id><published>2008-06-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:28:09.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL LIKE CRAP</title><content type='html'>I have no practical skills.  Why can't I, for once, start off a job by being totally on top of things and being all "shikkari" and making a good impression?  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This crap-tastic mood calls for some serious emotional detox.  I am either going back to that "cute couple pictures" thread on court-records.net, fixing up and solidifying this picture of Godot and Maya (...I HAVE NO EXCUSE.  I DON'T KNOW WHY IT HAPPENED.  IT'S NOT A COUPLE.), or writing one of the two fanfiction blurbs I have in mind.  ...Second option is slightly less likely, because I just realized I made Godot's shoulders too broad.  I should have known it was too good to be true.  A perfect picture?  It doesn't happen.  Not to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pssh.  Go cry, emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit later:  Mood fix'd.  For various reasons.  Picture fix'd as well.  Tomorrow's gonna be awful,  but for tonight I'll listen to this on repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgWj2UEOKpA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgWj2UEOKpA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godot = best PW kyara EVAR.  Period.  End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-664104605998064297?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/664104605998064297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=664104605998064297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/664104605998064297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/664104605998064297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-like-crap.html' title='I FEEL LIKE CRAP'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-834510722765023351</id><published>2008-06-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:44:50.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme!</title><content type='html'>Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Youtube - How many bikinis rachel needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel looks like she was born with a hat on and a cigar in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel says so.  And she means it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A: Rachel wants to place a parrot that has been taught to speak Maypure, a South American language last uttered hundreds of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] does " in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  While I'm not a fan of patchwork prints on dresses, Rachel does make it look sexy on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel hates the Sun.  (Apparently this is a song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A: Rachel asks Eddie to stay but he can't get over the blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A: The One Where Rachel Goes Back to Work  [[Friends]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel likes Frosty because "it's not scary and it has pretty colors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel eats like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel Wears Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search:&lt;br /&gt;A:  Rachel was arrested for singing a song about never forgetting the thousands who have died for democracy in Burma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-834510722765023351?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/834510722765023351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=834510722765023351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/834510722765023351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/834510722765023351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/meme.html' title='Meme!'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-1954134200677815829</id><published>2008-06-02T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:29:44.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...a;ldsio fuewipvn a;sdoivewproiawj;efioasdjc;asiodf</title><content type='html'>That last post, by the way, was received from ping and was supposed to be sent to twitter (tt) and facebook (fb) but clearly that failed.  Too lazy to delete it from here, I'll let it stand.&lt;br /&gt;Godot is, after all, being particularly obnoxious in this case.&lt;br /&gt;...And if it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so dark that they couldn't see each other&lt;/span&gt;, then she knew to write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;name, how?   I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; you comprehend.  That was why you spazzed when you were told that it was written there.&lt;br /&gt;For the love of coffee, get something clear, stupid.  :gonk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it looks like he's not actually being channelled... at least not in the way I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't come here to say any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bookstore today.  LABB was there.&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHAPPYFUNTIME,RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call him "Rue Ryuzaki."&lt;br /&gt;I checked the one part.&lt;br /&gt;She was all like, "Wait.&lt;br /&gt;"R.R.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a logical continuation of that thought would be, "R.R.?  Now, what do those initials HAVE TO DO WITH SADF,A;DSOIOAU ANYTHING?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, but I didn't think to check the end, the explanation.  Moushi wake arimasen... I was just too angry at them to remember.  ("I have no excuse.  My excuse was..." Pleh.  Well, Rishid has done it before, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;But also.  Well one thing that really ticked me off--and this was a really cursory examination... I think I spent more time with it on my lap, fighting off the emotion of having it just absolutely not be "mine" anymore (...ouch.  Really, just ouch.  And to have it so awfully... ouch.) than actually looking through it.  One thing that really ticked me off (continuing the sentece that I started with...) was that they chose not to translate the word for "straw doll."  ...Why, exactly...?  There's no reason to leave it in Japanese...  And for goodness' sake, you then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italicize&lt;/span&gt; it, not Capitalize Each Word.  Hello?  Is there a brain in that head of yours, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other annoying things...  Well, the fact that Misora said, "I thought it was crap at first too" re: capoeira... come on, she doesn't say "crap."  And she CERTAINLY doesn't say it IN -MASU FORM while SPEAKING TO L.  I mean honestly.  Come on!  Have some sense of... I don't know!  Just plain have some sense!  They also put a summary in the inside cover... the white cover, I mean.  I dunno, that just seems sort of... tacky to me.  I mean, it's supposed to be so shiro and pyuaa.  (White and pure... why it's in Japanese, I'm not sure.)&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Okay, I take back what I said about the "crap" thing.  It was that one kanji I couldn't find anywhere, the one that looked like "lie" but isn't.  Though I shouldn't, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and believe that it has some sort of vulgar meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other observations that serve only to prove that I'm too attached to that book:  I noticed immediately that it was thicker, and I also noticed.... that the "grain" of the paper on the white portion of the cover was smaller.  Yes, I give you permission to "WTH" at that.  I mean, I practically did. xD&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still have the problem that whenever I first see the English, I spaz and go, "IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE RIGHT-TO-LEFTA;V KNAWRPEJ" which I really should try to calm down. XD;  It's a novel.  It doesn't need to be right-to-left and in fact would be ridiculous if it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a fun thing.  Equally fun is the fact that I just discovered that this person also translated Boogiepop, so I'm having a bit of a loyalty crisis here.  (As in, "Can I still read those?")&lt;br /&gt;But after that, we went to GameStop, where Z. and I got Apollo Justice because it was a used copy for $5 less.  AND THEN I SAW THE MASTER QUEST DISK AND I WAS LIKE ZOMG I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT so as soon as I finish Trials &amp;amp; Tribs (...I just thought of tribbles...) I'll be PLAYING OCARINA OF TIME OMG.  [/spaz] So that made my afternoon a wee bit happier.  Certainly happier than I was as I left the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I graduated...! as you see.  And yesterday was R.B.'s grad party, which was fun.  I accidentally fell asleep right before I was going to get ready, though.  Oops.  o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-1954134200677815829?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1954134200677815829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=1954134200677815829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1954134200677815829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/1954134200677815829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/aldsio-fuewipvn-asdoivewproiawjefioasdj.html' title='...a;ldsio fuewipvn a;sdoivewproiawj;efioasdjc;asiodf'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-5930017402022774136</id><published>2008-06-02T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:29:16.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@tt,fb is more than a little miffed at Godot right now.  M.'s death was NOT my fault, and OF COURSE CUTE GIRLS LIE, AND YOU KNOW IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-5930017402022774136?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5930017402022774136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=5930017402022774136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5930017402022774136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/5930017402022774136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/ttfb-is-more-than-little-miffed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-7241337300077735116</id><published>2008-05-31T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:53:29.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2e693d19fc9406d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2e693d19fc9406d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330359328%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A694841906142C23E4F7C5EE697AF17A2EC1EB.861DB44D1E46CED75ABEB1C747657AF358D11805%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2e693d19fc9406d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0V5V-O82mHAj_6cjIe-EQeI7_8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2e693d19fc9406d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330359328%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A694841906142C23E4F7C5EE697AF17A2EC1EB.861DB44D1E46CED75ABEB1C747657AF358D11805%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2e693d19fc9406d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0V5V-O82mHAj_6cjIe-EQeI7_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Bre!  Especially when I'm talking to you on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-7241337300077735116?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2e693d19fc9406d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7241337300077735116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=7241337300077735116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7241337300077735116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/7241337300077735116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-3489257066807756635</id><published>2008-05-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:24:33.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% FULL OF PHOENIX WRIGHT SPOILERS</title><content type='html'>Liek 4 realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, I don't think there's going to be a single word in here that's not a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Godot nut.&lt;br /&gt;Once I got over making "waiting for" jokes (...that's a lie.  I'm still making them.  At every opportunity.  And occasionally forcing opportunities.), I was naturally very curious to figure out who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;I've been curious the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;You could say that that paragraph up there was just a contrived way to make a "waiting for Godot" joke.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;On to the real entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I actually have been wondering this since long before I got the game... since I first heard it suggested that his identity was "mysterious."  My first thought was that he was Jake Marshall.  HEAR ME OUT.  This wasn't a theory I developed on purpose.  I was actually just looking at T&amp;amp;T's box at the store, looking at Godot--because honestly... what we can see is rather &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nice-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  (Since this is what I also once thought of Zant, I should be cautious....)  But *cough* that aside... I was naturally staring at his chin.  Since there's not much else to stare at.  And I was like HOLD IT!  I've seen this chin before.&lt;br /&gt;Whose chin did it look like?  Why, Jake Marshall's, of course!  Complete with goatee.  I mean, he was always shaving it with that sharp object, so it was hard to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.  Yesterday I got it.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I didn't even get to meet Godot, so all that matters is today.&lt;br /&gt;As I was in court, I was wondering who he was.  He was all suggesting that he wanted revenge and he was an enemy and blah blah blah he was drinking coffee.  (I'm waiting, still, for this line to show up.  I think it probably is from the game, though.)  So I got to thinking... could Godot really be Marshall?  He didn't really have too much reason for revenge.  But who else has that skin tone?  I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE TERRIBLE THOUGHT HIT ME.&lt;br /&gt;OHBOY.  GANT.  AND THE HAIR COLOR AND THE REVENGE AND THE OHBOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this theory, as well as the Jake Marshall theory, is that their canon-ness is... dubious, at best.  "Rise From the Ashes" is only on the DS/imported version of Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney.  Now, I know for pretty-sure that Ema comes back in Apollo Justice due to sprites I've seen on Gaia (those Turnabout-sans impress me, they really, really do), but that doesn't make RftA canon... in fact, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice for All&lt;/span&gt;, it's implied that it's not canon, because Edgeworth is supposed to have left right after... um... you know, the DL-6 one.  "Farewell, my Turnabout"? Or whatever?  So that's in direct contradiction with the fact that he prosecuted Lana in RftA.  (Though, the canon-ness of that case is really an interesting question.  One Turnabout-san, with a fairly official-looking sprite, is Lily Marshall; additionally, there's the suggestion of Gant's existence with that picture that I mentioned &lt;a href="http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-all-of-that-aside.html"&gt;when I babbled about the death penalty&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being the canon freak that I am, I had to at least slightly discredit the Gant theory.  However, despite that... and despite the dread I had that it was true, it was my primary theory for a few hours, up through just about the end of the second trial in "Stolen Turnabout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you know (..."you"?  Who is this "you"? No one who reads this blog plays Phoenix Wright...), Mia went, "Objection!"  And she's all like, &gt;:|.&lt;br /&gt;ANDTHENANDTHEN.&lt;br /&gt;And then it showed Godot.  And he was like, all ready to LISTEN TO HER.&lt;br /&gt;...Once upon a time, Mia had a boyfriend.  He was a lawyer.  Given that he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interviewing a suspect&lt;/span&gt;, it can be inferred that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; have been... a prosecutor.&lt;br /&gt;All this "was" is because... he died seven years "ago", aka seven years before Phoenix's third year as a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Yes?  We are comprede-ing?&lt;br /&gt;Now let me see if I can get my series of thoughts in order.&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was, "He didn't really die!"&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't like Edgeworth... he didn't just die, he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poisoned&lt;/span&gt;, and there was an investigation and everything.&lt;br /&gt;So then I was like... "Then... it's impossible? Maybe they were just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really confused&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY, BUT HEY, BUT HEY.&lt;br /&gt;He was poisoned&lt;br /&gt;With at least two teaspoons of a special, very lethal poison&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;HIS&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE.  AS IN WHAT GODOT'S "BLAH BLAH BLAH DRINKING."&lt;br /&gt;THAT'D BE THE PART WHEN I SHOUTED, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HOLY CRAP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized it, I mean.  Which was after I'd finished the case and everything.&lt;br /&gt;This... something like this... can it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; be a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;"But wait!" the inexistent "you" says.  "That still doesn't change the fact that A.D. is, without much of a doubt, dead."&lt;br /&gt;You, being for all intents and purposes omniscient, probably remember his real name and whether his initials are "A.D." or actually "D.A."  I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Story time again.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a lady who was a psychic.  She was very powerful.  However, one day she made a statement that was later labeled "false" and subsequently she was labeled a "fraud."  (The actual veracity and authenticity of this statement were, in fact, unrelated.)&lt;br /&gt;When she found herself a laughingstock, this lady disappeared.  Poof.&lt;br /&gt;She was then mentioned a great deal in the first Phoenix Wright game, less in the second.  And now... in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trials and Tribulations&lt;/span&gt;... she's quite the topic of discussion again.  So far.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn't it, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT A SECOND."&lt;br /&gt;you say.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE NOT SUGGESTING--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am.&lt;br /&gt;I has a crackpot theory.&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVEN CRACKED POTS CAN BE PUT BACK TOGETHER, AND I AM GOING TO COSPLAAAAAAY ADRIAN SOMEDAAAAAAAY!  BOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleach&lt;/span&gt; reference got in there I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, indeed suggesting&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;Misty Fey&lt;br /&gt;is channelling&lt;br /&gt;Mia's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the body type--?!!"&lt;br /&gt;Kurain Channeling Technique, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;"But--Misty Fey was VERYWHITE.  Godot is VERYNOT."&lt;br /&gt;Kurain Channeling Technique.  Kthx.  If--pardon--Pearl can grow gigantic breasts out of nowhere in three seconds flat, you'd think Misty, who is much older and (I believe--don't remember this hyak'percent, but I think--) very, very powerful, could manage something like a change of skin tone.  (Hair color does seem to be impossible; however, that may be because hair cells are dead and skin cells, at least the ones that make pigment, are alive.)&lt;br /&gt;"But Godot is ABOY."&lt;br /&gt;Miles Edgeworth's father was also, I can say with at least ninety percent certainty, ABOY.&lt;br /&gt;"BUT YOU'RE CRAZY!"&lt;br /&gt;I cannot deny the truth of that statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why?  There are three "why"s to consider.&lt;br /&gt;Why Misty would channel AD.&lt;br /&gt;Why AD would become "mysterious prosecutor Godot."&lt;br /&gt;Why the game designers would do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last shall be first:&lt;br /&gt;Because we freaking deserve to meet Misty, darnit.&lt;br /&gt;They keep talking about her and we deserve to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second shall be... second:&lt;br /&gt;Becaaaaaaaaaaause he misses his Mia.  &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shall... go unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.  I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I think, "It might have spoilers; I should avoid it," then it might have spoilers, and I should avoid it.  -_- Stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, presuming that I am remembering correctly and his name was, in fact, Diego, then I am right about at least one thing.  TAKE THAT, GLaDOS!&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was "Turnabout Goodbyes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-3489257066807756635?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3489257066807756635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=3489257066807756635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3489257066807756635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/3489257066807756635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-full-of-phoenix-wright-spoilers.html' title='100% FULL OF PHOENIX WRIGHT SPOILERS'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-101987842666059522</id><published>2008-05-28T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:00:12.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.  It was a very nice dream, the kind where you wake up and groan, "Dang, it was just a dream," but it was useless.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt he asked me to prom... a little late (no, ya think?) (....reckoncourse!) (STOP THAT, that woman is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unintelligent&lt;/span&gt;.), but nice nonetheless.  :C  And I wasn't all flustered when he asked... hint number two that it was a dream. &lt;br /&gt;AKFJ;AIOFO;J;OAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-101987842666059522?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/101987842666059522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=101987842666059522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/101987842666059522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/101987842666059522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-6510854370135249397</id><published>2008-05-27T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:14:08.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting story</title><content type='html'>I may have this slightly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;My parents started dating on graduation night.  They then wound up going to different colleges.  However Mother later transferred to the college Dad was going to.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I told you that story so I could tell you this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I don't feel like actually telling you (who?) that other story right now, because I'd have to translate it, and I'm sleepy because R.B. was over and we played MarioKart for Wii and I was terrible. xD&lt;br /&gt;But as you can guess by the necessity of translating, it of course has to do with *that* and I think the rest is clear enough?  Ahaha.  &gt;_______&gt;  I'm not making any sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-6510854370135249397?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6510854370135249397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=6510854370135249397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6510854370135249397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/6510854370135249397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-story.html' title='An interesting story'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4446986789020968672</id><published>2008-05-27T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:20:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, my last (half) day of high school ends soon.</title><content type='html'>ZOMG much?&lt;br /&gt;...Not much, actually.  Pretty sure it hasn't actually sunk in yet.&lt;br /&gt;It will eventually, I'm sure... Probably?  At some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've had some more time with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I'll say a few things about it.&lt;br /&gt;HP Pavilion d1600 series.  15.4 in screen.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Pros:  Pretty design, easy to use... I dunno, I haven't really had many problems execpt those listed below...&lt;br /&gt;Cons:  It gets really hot. D:  And Portal lags.  Badly.  It took me twelve minutes to beat GLaDOS.  This simply should not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just found the processor speed.  It's "2.00GHz processor speed" (desu, just because I feel like being random and I'm being redundant already).  I paste that here because I don't think the school computers will let me on steam/valve/whatever.  &gt;_&gt;  Yeah, no.  Anyway when I get home I'll check what Portal requires.  If that's not the issue then Vista is probably running some sort of crap in the background that GLaDOS hates. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my computer:  &lt;a href="http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/navigate.do?dest=5&amp;amp;item=395913&amp;amp;pCatg=5680"&gt;http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/navigate.do?dest=5&amp;amp;item=395913&amp;amp;pCatg=5680&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:  I've been playing Flyff.  It's fun.  Addictive.  I haven't actually gotten to the flying bit yet... that's in five more levels.  That'll be fun.  I just learned to use magic, though.  I met a few nice people who taught me about parties and let--&lt;em&gt;invited&lt;/em&gt; me into theirs.  Wizzard and Z[letters that I forget]z.  Sorry. D:  He was really nice too, helped me to become a mage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to clean out my locker.  Jaa ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4446986789020968672?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4446986789020968672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4446986789020968672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4446986789020968672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4446986789020968672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-my-last-half-day-of-high-school-ends.html' title='So, my last (half) day of high school ends soon.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-4232530348508832129</id><published>2008-05-21T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:56:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold these.</title><content type='html'>I'm bringing my laptop to school tomorrow, and these things are currently saved in my gaia thread, which I can't access from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;Development of Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Export to Japan&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Modifications there&lt;br /&gt;Export to Korea&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Modifications there &amp;amp; current state&lt;br /&gt;Export to Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Modifications there and eventual stoppage of use&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;continued influences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.allempires.com/article/index.php?q=chinese_letters&lt;br /&gt;http://cjvlang.com/Writing/index.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.omniglot.com/writing/korean.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-4232530348508832129?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4232530348508832129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=4232530348508832129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4232530348508832129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/4232530348508832129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hold-these.html' title='Hold these.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-8834972712788375817</id><published>2008-05-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:34:48.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I has a laptop.</title><content type='html'>Yes I does.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm using it right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room.  On my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I CAN CONQUER THE WORLD.  FROM MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I could like, haxxor.  And if I had any desire to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SAYING, I TOTALLY COULD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-8834972712788375817?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8834972712788375817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=8834972712788375817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8834972712788375817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/8834972712788375817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-has-laptop.html' title='I has a laptop.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868395083052879772.post-2340896180021925596</id><published>2008-05-15T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:10:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>If there's a better way to psychoanalyze GLaDOS, I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hF_XWukLbb0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hF_XWukLbb0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... real entry soon, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8868395083052879772-2340896180021925596?l=anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2340896180021925596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8868395083052879772&amp;postID=2340896180021925596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2340896180021925596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868395083052879772/posts/default/2340896180021925596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-illusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>WallofIllusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07941111804400662297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
