Did I mention that I've started re-playing Oracle of Ages? And actually once I finish this file (because I'm already in that Jabu-Jabu's belly... though I stopped once I got in. Man, I HATE water-level dungeons. But I know now that that's a common thing), I'll be re-re-playing because I just found where I'd written an old Seasons secret. (Went looking before I started but couldn't find it. DX)
Douse.
Today I... walked, played OoA, um... played more OoA... read manga... nothing productive. As normal. Went to C&T's soccer game, then to Zizzort's... good pizza. Yum.
Yup.
Though right now I AM being rather productive. For College English, I have to write an essay due the first day of school about a "Significant Event" in my life. So I chose finishing translating LABB. We'll see how it works. If it doesn't I may have to find something a little more... active. You know? Something with more distinct emotion rather than just plain exhaustion. Well and triumph but mostly exhaustion. (Twas 11:46 after all.)
8.30.2007
8.29.2007
Qenp. >3<
What the heck is QENP?!
Ugh. I noticed long ago that there was text on the Mirror of Twilight, so naturally I was like, "LET'S READ IT!" (Ding dun-dun. Yomimasho-u...) But it spins so I thought, "I should find a picture of it online." Couldn't find any clear ones. SO I gave up and went on BLAH, used the Hawk Mask, endured incredible dizziness to try to read it... and it says QENP. Or the same order of letters but starting in a different place. THAT IS NOT A WORD. Honestly, that's worse than Signboard of Hyrule.
And other than that... I walked this morning, cleaned my room, cleaned downstairs, re-fixed that silly bed of mine because it broke again, and watched Clue and some Azu with R.G. :D
Sorry, not in the mood to blog really. D: Gomen gomen. It's another Yanda entry.
Ugh. I noticed long ago that there was text on the Mirror of Twilight, so naturally I was like, "LET'S READ IT!" (Ding dun-dun. Yomimasho-u...) But it spins so I thought, "I should find a picture of it online." Couldn't find any clear ones. SO I gave up and went on BLAH, used the Hawk Mask, endured incredible dizziness to try to read it... and it says QENP. Or the same order of letters but starting in a different place. THAT IS NOT A WORD. Honestly, that's worse than Signboard of Hyrule.
And other than that... I walked this morning, cleaned my room, cleaned downstairs, re-fixed that silly bed of mine because it broke again, and watched Clue and some Azu with R.G. :D
Sorry, not in the mood to blog really. D: Gomen gomen. It's another Yanda entry.
8.27.2007
Legend of Zelda: Blood-Red Sun
I caught a Hylian loach to-day. And I... worked on a fanfiction which involves... well... to put it very simply... [/Hyrule]. o_O Aheheheh. -_-; It will have no Twilight Princess spoilers! yet. But after the end I'll put a spoiler explaining how this awful sadistic idea came about. If I remember.
I also beat Ganondorf again, for the fun of distracting him via fishing rod.
Anyway, as soon as my computer finds it, I'll paste it into a Notepad doc because to get rid of all the formatting, and then into here.
Here, I found it. Oh, dang, that took out the enters. -sigh-
--
The sun rose red over Hyrule.
The land was in the grip of a great drought. For almost five months, not a single drop of rain had fallen. Few crops had even managed to break the soil this year; there would be no harvest to speak of. And now, as summer drew to its high point with no sign of any cooling rain, people suffered from the searing heat of the red sun.
The sun had been an eerie red ever since the beginning of the drought.
In the small village of Kolha, a young man of about seventeen was on his way to sword training. He had blond hair and eyes the color of the deep sea. On the back of his left hand, there was a strange birthmark, three dark triangles that made a larger triangle.
“Good morning, Jolan,” he said as he saw his trainer.
Jolan smiled back. “Good morning, Link,” he said. “’Fraid I’m going to have to cut practice a little short today, if that’s all right. The mayor was wondering if you could go down and fetch some more water from the spring. The village is running low again.”
“Sure.”
“Sorry. I know it’s hardly fun to spend your day going back and forth from the spring with buckets that are full of water half the time.”
“It’s all right,” Link answered, waving away his trainer’s apology. “Everyone’s doing their part to help the village through the drought. Hauling water is how I help out.”
Jolan gave a laugh. “All right, if you say so. Then for today, I just want to make sure you remember everything I’ve taught you, and then I’ll send you on your way.”
So Link picked up a wooden practice sword, demonstrated the basic sword techniques Jolan had taught him, and sparred for a bit. Finally Jolan nodded in approval. “Nice work,” he said. “You know everything I can teach you. Now, before you—”
“Wait,” Link interrupted. “There’s something I want to show you. Stand back.”
Jolan obligingly took a few steps backwards.
“I’ve been working on this attack for a few months now,” Link told him. “I must have read about it at some point or something, because when I thought about it, it seemed like the idea had always been in my head. But anyway…”
He held out his sword behind him, took a deep breath, and then spun in a quick, controlled circle.
The grass at his feet was suddenly shorter.
“Wow,” Jolan said.
“I call it the spin attack,” Link explained. “The force of the spin gives more strength to the attack, and it also covers all fronts.” He grinned. “It is also, as you see, very nice for cutting grass.”
“So I see,” Jolan agreed. “It’s a great attack, Link. If I’d had any doubts before, you would have just assuaged them.”
“Doubts? About what?”
“About giving you this.” Jolan reached into his bag and brought out a sword and scabbard. “This is for you, Link. Use it well.”
Link took the sword and drew it. “Thank you, Jolan,” he said, touched.“You’re very welcome,” Jolan replied. “And here’s my advice: take it with you when you go to get the water. The drought may be bleeding us dry, but it doesn’t seem to bother monsters and strange creatures at all. They’re more plentiful than ever, and the path to the spring could get dangerous.”
Link nodded, thanked Jolan once again, and then set off for the spring with a pole over his shoulders and two buckets hanging off of it.
Despite Jolan's grave warning, Link found himself walking with an unusual spring in his step. His pride that Jolan had given him the sword completely overpowered any worry he might have felt over the man's advice.
But that changed very quickly when a screech ripped through the air.
Suddenly Link was surrounded by monsters. Misshapen humanoids swarmed towards him from the bushes, swinging crude clubs. He heard wingbeats behind him and turned to see a gigantic vulture swooping down on him. The vulture opened its beak and began to screech again--but Link dropped the buckets, whipped out his new sword, and sliced the creature's neck. It fell to the ground, and Link turned back to the humanoids.
"Damn!" he swore under his breath, his heart pounding. There were so many of them--too many. It quickly became clear that beating them individually wasn't going to get him anywhere. He'd have to use the yet un-tested spin attack.
He held his blade out, focused, let the monsters draw closer. And then he released the attack.
The monsters fell dead at his feet.
Link sheathed the sword and waited for his heart-rate to slow back to normal. He gave a slow sigh of relief.
Then, just as he shouldered the buckets again, he heard hoofbeats. A white horse came into view, ridden by a person in a long gray cloak and a masquerade mask with a cloth over his or her hair, so that only his or her mouth was visible. The horse stopped in front of Link.
"Is your name Link?" the rider asked. It was a female voice.
"Yeah," Link answered, bewildered.
The mouth curved slightly in a smile. "I've been searching for you," she said. "I need to speak with you. Hyrule is in grave danger."
~
So, the inspiration for this depressing little idea. It's got spoiler-ish-ness for the appearance of the eighth dungeon:
I was thinking about Twilight at night a while ago, thinking about how strange it is that if you look out from the Palace you see these floating buildings (which obviously they have to warp to). The bottoms kind of... taper off. Kind as if they used to be part of something else.
I made a decision about what that world was: it was the goddesses' world once. But it ended, and they, once princesses in that world, go and create a new world--Hyrule--and become its goddesses.
So yeah, that's what inspired it. Not much of a story, is it?
I also beat Ganondorf again, for the fun of distracting him via fishing rod.
Anyway, as soon as my computer finds it, I'll paste it into a Notepad doc because to get rid of all the formatting, and then into here.
Here, I found it. Oh, dang, that took out the enters. -sigh-
--
The sun rose red over Hyrule.
The land was in the grip of a great drought. For almost five months, not a single drop of rain had fallen. Few crops had even managed to break the soil this year; there would be no harvest to speak of. And now, as summer drew to its high point with no sign of any cooling rain, people suffered from the searing heat of the red sun.
The sun had been an eerie red ever since the beginning of the drought.
In the small village of Kolha, a young man of about seventeen was on his way to sword training. He had blond hair and eyes the color of the deep sea. On the back of his left hand, there was a strange birthmark, three dark triangles that made a larger triangle.
“Good morning, Jolan,” he said as he saw his trainer.
Jolan smiled back. “Good morning, Link,” he said. “’Fraid I’m going to have to cut practice a little short today, if that’s all right. The mayor was wondering if you could go down and fetch some more water from the spring. The village is running low again.”
“Sure.”
“Sorry. I know it’s hardly fun to spend your day going back and forth from the spring with buckets that are full of water half the time.”
“It’s all right,” Link answered, waving away his trainer’s apology. “Everyone’s doing their part to help the village through the drought. Hauling water is how I help out.”
Jolan gave a laugh. “All right, if you say so. Then for today, I just want to make sure you remember everything I’ve taught you, and then I’ll send you on your way.”
So Link picked up a wooden practice sword, demonstrated the basic sword techniques Jolan had taught him, and sparred for a bit. Finally Jolan nodded in approval. “Nice work,” he said. “You know everything I can teach you. Now, before you—”
“Wait,” Link interrupted. “There’s something I want to show you. Stand back.”
Jolan obligingly took a few steps backwards.
“I’ve been working on this attack for a few months now,” Link told him. “I must have read about it at some point or something, because when I thought about it, it seemed like the idea had always been in my head. But anyway…”
He held out his sword behind him, took a deep breath, and then spun in a quick, controlled circle.
The grass at his feet was suddenly shorter.
“Wow,” Jolan said.
“I call it the spin attack,” Link explained. “The force of the spin gives more strength to the attack, and it also covers all fronts.” He grinned. “It is also, as you see, very nice for cutting grass.”
“So I see,” Jolan agreed. “It’s a great attack, Link. If I’d had any doubts before, you would have just assuaged them.”
“Doubts? About what?”
“About giving you this.” Jolan reached into his bag and brought out a sword and scabbard. “This is for you, Link. Use it well.”
Link took the sword and drew it. “Thank you, Jolan,” he said, touched.“You’re very welcome,” Jolan replied. “And here’s my advice: take it with you when you go to get the water. The drought may be bleeding us dry, but it doesn’t seem to bother monsters and strange creatures at all. They’re more plentiful than ever, and the path to the spring could get dangerous.”
Link nodded, thanked Jolan once again, and then set off for the spring with a pole over his shoulders and two buckets hanging off of it.
Despite Jolan's grave warning, Link found himself walking with an unusual spring in his step. His pride that Jolan had given him the sword completely overpowered any worry he might have felt over the man's advice.
But that changed very quickly when a screech ripped through the air.
Suddenly Link was surrounded by monsters. Misshapen humanoids swarmed towards him from the bushes, swinging crude clubs. He heard wingbeats behind him and turned to see a gigantic vulture swooping down on him. The vulture opened its beak and began to screech again--but Link dropped the buckets, whipped out his new sword, and sliced the creature's neck. It fell to the ground, and Link turned back to the humanoids.
"Damn!" he swore under his breath, his heart pounding. There were so many of them--too many. It quickly became clear that beating them individually wasn't going to get him anywhere. He'd have to use the yet un-tested spin attack.
He held his blade out, focused, let the monsters draw closer. And then he released the attack.
The monsters fell dead at his feet.
Link sheathed the sword and waited for his heart-rate to slow back to normal. He gave a slow sigh of relief.
Then, just as he shouldered the buckets again, he heard hoofbeats. A white horse came into view, ridden by a person in a long gray cloak and a masquerade mask with a cloth over his or her hair, so that only his or her mouth was visible. The horse stopped in front of Link.
"Is your name Link?" the rider asked. It was a female voice.
"Yeah," Link answered, bewildered.
The mouth curved slightly in a smile. "I've been searching for you," she said. "I need to speak with you. Hyrule is in grave danger."
~
So, the inspiration for this depressing little idea. It's got spoiler-ish-ness for the appearance of the eighth dungeon:
I was thinking about Twilight at night a while ago, thinking about how strange it is that if you look out from the Palace you see these floating buildings (which obviously they have to warp to). The bottoms kind of... taper off. Kind as if they used to be part of something else.
I made a decision about what that world was: it was the goddesses' world once. But it ended, and they, once princesses in that world, go and create a new world--Hyrule--and become its goddesses.
So yeah, that's what inspired it. Not much of a story, is it?
8.25.2007
Isn't it pretty?
Wheeee! I messed with the layout. Details:
->Based on the basic "Minima" layout
->Picture by my sisters... I think? Taken at the Del Mar Fair several years ago. It was almost deleted, but I saw this and a few like it and was like, "PRETTY. I KEEP. Sooner or later I'll find a use for them." And I did!
->+background image and +opacity were learned from layouts found at pyzam.com
->I've still got more to do.
Other than that... Well, I went to my sisters' soccer game today. They're on varsity now, and T.'s the starting keeper! *oozes pride* And they won, 4-2, against the team that took second place in the state last year~ *oozes more pride*
My parents finally got furniture into the front room of our house. It looks really pretty!
Lots of Neopets time today, mostly spent stuffing things into my Safety Deposit Box for the packrat avatar (1000 unique items in SDB DX). Then someone's shop had a link to lookup help ->looking at Neopets lookups -> wondering how to edit my blogger -> looking at blog layouts ->editing!
So anyway guess what.
Twilight Princess time. Man, this thing needs a name...
Spoilers as always. And lots of speculation in this one... though I could very easily argue in support of my speculation. But really this is just so much elaborate nonsense.
~
The goddesses were silent for a moment. Farore was the first to speak.
"You are still fairly young. Where does your level of sentience fall, compared to your people?"
Midna blinked. "I--"
"She is an outlier," Jindal interrupted smoothly, "and I can explain that. For generations, I have watched with dismay as the Twili degenerate. I knew there had to be something I could do--but with my power, all I could do was bless one person each generation with greater potential
than the others had and hope that that helped. Midna was my choice this time."
"And Zant before me?" There was a hint of accusation to Midna's voice.
Jindal gave a rueful smile. "I granted him intelligence when you were born, hoping that he would be a good tutor for you. Apparently the sudden change did not agree with him, though. It was a bad choice on my part. I owe apologies to everyone here."
~
Mmmrf. I'm having trouble.
->Based on the basic "Minima" layout
->Picture by my sisters... I think? Taken at the Del Mar Fair several years ago. It was almost deleted, but I saw this and a few like it and was like, "PRETTY. I KEEP. Sooner or later I'll find a use for them." And I did!
->+background image and +opacity were learned from layouts found at pyzam.com
->I've still got more to do.
Other than that... Well, I went to my sisters' soccer game today. They're on varsity now, and T.'s the starting keeper! *oozes pride* And they won, 4-2, against the team that took second place in the state last year~ *oozes more pride*
My parents finally got furniture into the front room of our house. It looks really pretty!
Lots of Neopets time today, mostly spent stuffing things into my Safety Deposit Box for the packrat avatar (1000 unique items in SDB DX). Then someone's shop had a link to lookup help ->looking at Neopets lookups -> wondering how to edit my blogger -> looking at blog layouts ->editing!
So anyway guess what.
Twilight Princess time. Man, this thing needs a name...
Spoilers as always. And lots of speculation in this one... though I could very easily argue in support of my speculation. But really this is just so much elaborate nonsense.
~
The goddesses were silent for a moment. Farore was the first to speak.
"You are still fairly young. Where does your level of sentience fall, compared to your people?"
Midna blinked. "I--"
"She is an outlier," Jindal interrupted smoothly, "and I can explain that. For generations, I have watched with dismay as the Twili degenerate. I knew there had to be something I could do--but with my power, all I could do was bless one person each generation with greater potential
than the others had and hope that that helped. Midna was my choice this time."
"And Zant before me?" There was a hint of accusation to Midna's voice.
Jindal gave a rueful smile. "I granted him intelligence when you were born, hoping that he would be a good tutor for you. Apparently the sudden change did not agree with him, though. It was a bad choice on my part. I owe apologies to everyone here."
~
Mmmrf. I'm having trouble.
8.24.2007
It is Near's birthday!
And as such I am attempting to draw him a picture.
Mello: Hey, I didn't get anything on my birthday!
Me: *cowers slightly* I sang to you...
Mello: YOU STOPPED AFTER THE FIRST LINE OF THE CHORUS!
Me: I-it was a school day. That makes it a lot harder. And besides, I wrote something for you on the 26th!
Mello: Wha--how does that make up for it?
Me: Idunnoitdoesn'tI'lldrawyousomethingthisyearIpromisereally.
In any case there's no guarantee that this'll come out properly, anyway.
I forgot to mention, yesterday Dad and I made a birdhouse.
I expect I was rather reminiscient of Cody. Quiet, questioning eyes, trailing after him whatever he did... Psh. XD
I'll be working on the fanfiction in my head before I go to sleep. For now, I'm looking for inspiration!
Edit on the morning of 8/25: Instead I wrote Near a fanfiction.
Inspired by seikatsuryoku: 1/10.
--
Slowly, it occurred to Near that he was conscious again. The realization was mainly brought about by the sensation of two fingers against his right wrist—taking his pulse. Someone was taking care of him.
Near opened his eyes.
“…Doctor,” he said with a smile.
It would have seemed a strange thing indeed to see the skinny old man—a piece of his old life—here, of all places, if Near would have thought about it. In his current faintness, though, it was much easier to simply be comforted by the familiar face that returned his smile.
“Hello, N—” A conspicuous pause, and then an apologetic shrug. “Near. They said you were to be called that.”
Near nodded and sat up. They must have brought him back to his own room after he’d collapsed, he noted. He hoped it hadn’t stood out too much.
“Doctor, am I… am I fine?” he asked.
“Yes,” the doctor replied. “You’re fine, Near. It was another false alarm. You still have many years left to live.”
Near sighed deeply in relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. His voice suddenly seemed smaller. “I was scared, Doctor.”
Mild surprise showed in the doctor’s caring face. “I don’t blame you, Near,” he sympathized. “But that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that to me.”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever been scared by it,” Near replied. His voice was back to normal. “Well, except for the first time. The first time I didn’t know what was going on. But since then I’ve never forgotten—my body is flawed, and I’ll probably die young. It’s resignation.”
“But you’re not resigned anymore?” Near shook his head. The doctor placed his hand on Near’s and asked softly, “Is it because of what happened to your mother?”
“Oh—no. It’s not about Mom’s death,” Near responded, shaking his head again, with quicker movements this time. “Or only in a very roundabout way, I suppose. There’s just something I’m looking forward to now. A reason I want to keep living.”
“And that reason is?”
Suddenly those emotions bubbled into Near’s chest again, hope and delight and pride, just as they had when L had shown Near his face and asked him to be his apprentice; his hands trembled in excitement. But he hid that joy and made his face apologetic.
“I can’t tell you, Doctor. I’m sorry.”
The doctor sighed. “I expected as much,” he admitted. “…Near, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but from what I’ve seen, this is a strange place you’re living in. Are they treating you all right?”
“Oh, yes,” Near answered readily. And he hesitated, and his eyes fell on the clock next to his bed, confirming his suspicions. “I think I could ask you the same question, Doctor.”
“What do you mean?” the man replied, not faking confusion very well.
“The fastest plane in the world couldn’t have gotten you here this quickly, not from your hospital.”
“I-I was transferred.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Near said quietly. “But I’m sure we had a hand in it, didn’t we?”
The doctor pursed his lips and didn’t respond.
“You’re trying to hide it for my sake. There’s no need to do so; I already know that the House can be very… straight-forward. Compelling, if the need arises.” His mouth gave a wry twitch that was not quite a grimace. “All for this weak body of mine. I’m sorry. I hope it didn’t inconvenience you too much.”
“It’s a very lucrative position,” the doctor reassured him. “Much more so than my previous employment.”
“Of course it is,” Near agreed, “but money isn’t everything.< You had friends back there. And other patients.”
The doctor looked sad for a moment, but then ruffled Near’s hair. “I don’t want you to worry about those things, Near. You’re a child still.”
“I’m not as innocent as you think, Doctor.”
“No, I suppose not,” the doctor smiled, “but will you pretend for me?”
Near shrugged in appeasement. “I guess I can try.”
Mello: Hey, I didn't get anything on my birthday!
Me: *cowers slightly* I sang to you...
Mello: YOU STOPPED AFTER THE FIRST LINE OF THE CHORUS!
Me: I-it was a school day. That makes it a lot harder. And besides, I wrote something for you on the 26th!
Mello: Wha--how does that make up for it?
Me: Idunnoitdoesn'tI'lldrawyousomethingthisyearIpromisereally.
In any case there's no guarantee that this'll come out properly, anyway.
I forgot to mention, yesterday Dad and I made a birdhouse.
I expect I was rather reminiscient of Cody. Quiet, questioning eyes, trailing after him whatever he did... Psh. XD
I'll be working on the fanfiction in my head before I go to sleep. For now, I'm looking for inspiration!
Edit on the morning of 8/25: Instead I wrote Near a fanfiction.
Inspired by seikatsuryoku: 1/10.
--
Slowly, it occurred to Near that he was conscious again. The realization was mainly brought about by the sensation of two fingers against his right wrist—taking his pulse. Someone was taking care of him.
Near opened his eyes.
“…Doctor,” he said with a smile.
It would have seemed a strange thing indeed to see the skinny old man—a piece of his old life—here, of all places, if Near would have thought about it. In his current faintness, though, it was much easier to simply be comforted by the familiar face that returned his smile.
“Hello, N—” A conspicuous pause, and then an apologetic shrug. “Near. They said you were to be called that.”
Near nodded and sat up. They must have brought him back to his own room after he’d collapsed, he noted. He hoped it hadn’t stood out too much.
“Doctor, am I… am I fine?” he asked.
“Yes,” the doctor replied. “You’re fine, Near. It was another false alarm. You still have many years left to live.”
Near sighed deeply in relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. His voice suddenly seemed smaller. “I was scared, Doctor.”
Mild surprise showed in the doctor’s caring face. “I don’t blame you, Near,” he sympathized. “But that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that to me.”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever been scared by it,” Near replied. His voice was back to normal. “Well, except for the first time. The first time I didn’t know what was going on. But since then I’ve never forgotten—my body is flawed, and I’ll probably die young. It’s resignation.”
“But you’re not resigned anymore?” Near shook his head. The doctor placed his hand on Near’s and asked softly, “Is it because of what happened to your mother?”
“Oh—no. It’s not about Mom’s death,” Near responded, shaking his head again, with quicker movements this time. “Or only in a very roundabout way, I suppose. There’s just something I’m looking forward to now. A reason I want to keep living.”
“And that reason is?”
Suddenly those emotions bubbled into Near’s chest again, hope and delight and pride, just as they had when L had shown Near his face and asked him to be his apprentice; his hands trembled in excitement. But he hid that joy and made his face apologetic.
“I can’t tell you, Doctor. I’m sorry.”
The doctor sighed. “I expected as much,” he admitted. “…Near, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but from what I’ve seen, this is a strange place you’re living in. Are they treating you all right?”
“Oh, yes,” Near answered readily. And he hesitated, and his eyes fell on the clock next to his bed, confirming his suspicions. “I think I could ask you the same question, Doctor.”
“What do you mean?” the man replied, not faking confusion very well.
“The fastest plane in the world couldn’t have gotten you here this quickly, not from your hospital.”
“I-I was transferred.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Near said quietly. “But I’m sure we had a hand in it, didn’t we?”
The doctor pursed his lips and didn’t respond.
“You’re trying to hide it for my sake. There’s no need to do so; I already know that the House can be very… straight-forward. Compelling, if the need arises.” His mouth gave a wry twitch that was not quite a grimace. “All for this weak body of mine. I’m sorry. I hope it didn’t inconvenience you too much.”
“It’s a very lucrative position,” the doctor reassured him. “Much more so than my previous employment.”
“Of course it is,” Near agreed, “but money isn’t everything.< You had friends back there. And other patients.”
The doctor looked sad for a moment, but then ruffled Near’s hair. “I don’t want you to worry about those things, Near. You’re a child still.”
“I’m not as innocent as you think, Doctor.”
“No, I suppose not,” the doctor smiled, “but will you pretend for me?”
Near shrugged in appeasement. “I guess I can try.”
8.23.2007
I have great faith in Midna's hair.
No, that doesn't have anything to do with the fanfiction. It has to do with wrestling Cody. (And if you can make that connection, then you get a medal. *gives medal*)
The font is different. *distressed* The pretty pretty writing font that I always loved... Where has it gone?
In other news, apparently I do not got it memorized. Though I did think it was funny. ("Inquiring fangirl minds want to know: where can they find an AXLETREE?" I do not believe you when you say that is a word, O clockwork grundo boss. In fact I think you stop using real words around level three.)
So anyway.
We went walking this morning, and I finished 1984, and I really hate their HTML formatting and since the text isn't pretty any more I might as well just type in here. Worked on flute today... I can play things again. My octave control is seriously lacking, but I can play things again. But really my octave control is awful. - 3-; And I wasn't paying as much attention to jaw position as I should have. But... I was playing things! Like the Kino opening and ending and the harp from Don't want you no More and the beautiful Hyrule Castle music.[/gush] And mother is going to ask the band director for flute tutor recommendations... That should be nice.
OMGPRETTYTEXTCAMEBACK. I must have somehow... sou. I was in html for no reason.XD Silly girl.
Anyway.
Spooooooooilerrrrrrrrs.
~
"My side?" Midna turned her face towards the goddesses, but it seemed to Anachron that she didn't meet any of their eyes. "Honestly, I guess it started with something that Zant said. That we, the Twili, had regressed over the generations and knew no desire... Before he said that, I had accepted my people as they were, naively calling their lack of will 'peace.' But now... it's like my eyes have been opened. I see evidence of the regression. I look at the elders of my people and compare them to the young... it's clear that the elders have more mental potential. But even the oldest don't have the intelligence and self-awareness it would have taken to reorganize the tribe and create the Twili's lore. We are not what we once were."
Midna paused; then she folded her arms and turned her gaze downward. "There was a Twili child born only a few days ago," she said softly. "I went to see her; it's customary for the royal family to pray over newborns. And when I looked into her eyes... I saw nothing. It was like looking into glass marbles. I don't know why, but with that single glance I felt certain that that child will never be able to speak or have any complex thoughts. She's not a person, she's something less... something empty..."
Anachron touched her shoulder sympathetically. That touch seemed to strengthen her; she raised her eyes to look at each goddess in turn. "Please," she said. "If I have any right at all to make a request of the world of Light's goddesses... help my people."
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T-B-C~
The font is different. *distressed* The pretty pretty writing font that I always loved... Where has it gone?
In other news, apparently I do not got it memorized. Though I did think it was funny. ("Inquiring fangirl minds want to know: where can they find an AXLETREE?" I do not believe you when you say that is a word, O clockwork grundo boss. In fact I think you stop using real words around level three.)
So anyway.
We went walking this morning, and I finished 1984, and I really hate their HTML formatting and since the text isn't pretty any more I might as well just type in here. Worked on flute today... I can play things again. My octave control is seriously lacking, but I can play things again. But really my octave control is awful. - 3-; And I wasn't paying as much attention to jaw position as I should have. But... I was playing things! Like the Kino opening and ending and the harp from Don't want you no More and the beautiful Hyrule Castle music.[/gush] And mother is going to ask the band director for flute tutor recommendations... That should be nice.
OMGPRETTYTEXTCAMEBACK. I must have somehow... sou. I was in html for no reason.XD Silly girl.
Anyway.
Spooooooooilerrrrrrrrs.
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"My side?" Midna turned her face towards the goddesses, but it seemed to Anachron that she didn't meet any of their eyes. "Honestly, I guess it started with something that Zant said. That we, the Twili, had regressed over the generations and knew no desire... Before he said that, I had accepted my people as they were, naively calling their lack of will 'peace.' But now... it's like my eyes have been opened. I see evidence of the regression. I look at the elders of my people and compare them to the young... it's clear that the elders have more mental potential. But even the oldest don't have the intelligence and self-awareness it would have taken to reorganize the tribe and create the Twili's lore. We are not what we once were."
Midna paused; then she folded her arms and turned her gaze downward. "There was a Twili child born only a few days ago," she said softly. "I went to see her; it's customary for the royal family to pray over newborns. And when I looked into her eyes... I saw nothing. It was like looking into glass marbles. I don't know why, but with that single glance I felt certain that that child will never be able to speak or have any complex thoughts. She's not a person, she's something less... something empty..."
Anachron touched her shoulder sympathetically. That touch seemed to strengthen her; she raised her eyes to look at each goddess in turn. "Please," she said. "If I have any right at all to make a request of the world of Light's goddesses... help my people."
~
T-B-C~
8.22.2007
How about a new entry rather than that abominable system?
...That's the second time I've said "abominable system" today. The other time referred to the Shop Wizard. Grar.
Nothing has really been happening, so I haven't really be writing entries. On Sunday I started a blog for Mel, and I think I'll try to update that once per week, though more time than that will pass in her "world." Snuffles has come home! Yay! Cody has gotten louder. We are reading twelve books in College English. Today I worked on lace_and_gears's pet page a lot. (http://neopets.com/~lace_and_gears) The newspaper article (generated by the same place that produces that ridiculous ninja text and other annoyings on Gaia XD) and the paragraph above the marquee are what I wrote. More to come. Hey, maybe if I learn enough of that html stuff I can customize this more!
Oh yeah, and Target turned down my app. :C See if I buy Twilight Princess from you again! *snub*
Also we have been walking nearly every day. It's lovely, but this morning I was tired and had a headache. D:
More TP. Spoilers for... I don't even know. If you haven't finished the game, don't read it.
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"Incidentally, elder sisters," Jindal said, addressing the goddesses, "which plight would that be?"
Din gave a rather sarcastic smile and replied, "I have a strange feeling that you already know which plight, Jindal."
Before Anachron could figure out what Din meant, Midna gasped suddenly in realization and turned towards him. "Wait, Anachron, did you...?"
Anachron answered with a soft smile. "Your heart was breaking for your people, Midna. I had to see if there was something I could do."
"But to ask the goddesses directly..." Midna's eyes shone with admiration and gratitude. "You didn't have to do that."
"Well, nothing else he could do would really have an effect," Din pointed out. "In any case, I would like to hear your side of the story before any decisions are made, Twilight Princess. It concerns you more than him, after all."
~
That wasn't very much, was it? More tomorrow.
Nothing has really been happening, so I haven't really be writing entries. On Sunday I started a blog for Mel, and I think I'll try to update that once per week, though more time than that will pass in her "world." Snuffles has come home! Yay! Cody has gotten louder. We are reading twelve books in College English. Today I worked on lace_and_gears's pet page a lot. (http://neopets.com/~lace_and_gears) The newspaper article (generated by the same place that produces that ridiculous ninja text and other annoyings on Gaia XD) and the paragraph above the marquee are what I wrote. More to come. Hey, maybe if I learn enough of that html stuff I can customize this more!
Oh yeah, and Target turned down my app. :C See if I buy Twilight Princess from you again! *snub*
Also we have been walking nearly every day. It's lovely, but this morning I was tired and had a headache. D:
More TP. Spoilers for... I don't even know. If you haven't finished the game, don't read it.
~
"Incidentally, elder sisters," Jindal said, addressing the goddesses, "which plight would that be?"
Din gave a rather sarcastic smile and replied, "I have a strange feeling that you already know which plight, Jindal."
Before Anachron could figure out what Din meant, Midna gasped suddenly in realization and turned towards him. "Wait, Anachron, did you...?"
Anachron answered with a soft smile. "Your heart was breaking for your people, Midna. I had to see if there was something I could do."
"But to ask the goddesses directly..." Midna's eyes shone with admiration and gratitude. "You didn't have to do that."
"Well, nothing else he could do would really have an effect," Din pointed out. "In any case, I would like to hear your side of the story before any decisions are made, Twilight Princess. It concerns you more than him, after all."
~
That wasn't very much, was it? More tomorrow.
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