Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in Knight of the White Rose's LiveJournal:

[ << Previous 20 ]

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
3:37 am	Hi all. I’ll be brief tonight, since it’s late, but I'm trying to do this as close to daily as I can. Went to all tuesday classes today. This day is going to be crazy from here on out. Tuesdays bite I should have gone to the plex today, but it was sufficiently crazy that that plan went out the door. Inaugration was awesome, as expected. Obama FTW! More later, when it’s not too late. Current Mood: Tired Current Music: Path To Peace - Tuck & Patti (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 15th, 2009
3:42 am	Got up early, but was still late to class (Ack! Late on the First day! I am made of fail and loss!) I didn’t miss anything important (well, the syllabus, but I got that from Bridget), but as expected, Halbert jumped straight into Latin . I was an idiot and hadn’t set WireTap properly. While I got most of the notes, I didn’t get as many as I had thought – since I had to type the latin there, since, rather than starting with Ovid (who I had, dutifully, scanned and prepared). Grr. Ah, well. Had miracle happen today. I got everything together to go to the Post Office, but as I walked to the bus (which, weirdly and providentially, I missed), I realized that the old passport which I had to attach had fallen out of my folder. I scoured the ground for my lost passport, about in tears from all of the accompanying frustration, and called my mother, trying to to sound too upset as I asked her to mail me my birth certificate so I can reapply for a passport. (I was afraid she’d have to go down to the Health Department to get an authorized copy, and I didn’t want to have to endure the earful that I’d get). Mom was mercifully understanding, and, just as she got to the Mail Center (for, you see, we had had to go to said Health Department when applying for my Drivers’ Liscence, and she happened, again providentially, to have a spare copy). However, I then got a call from a Theology graduate student who happened to have my passport (thanks be to almighty God) and so I got my passport, got to the Chestnut Hill Post Office and got that application in. Ran to Harvard Square to get Celso’s Christmas Present (what person doesn’t like Chocolate?), and got a second – thinking to save it for Steve and Chinese New Year. That’s still my plan, but I was stupidly late to LAG rehearsal – I called enough ahead, though, and I’m glad hat I’m friends with the guy who does the timekeeping upstairs – only ten minutes (an hour from BC to Harvard square and back plus ten minutes to get back? Not bad!) and I got everything I needed. Neatly, though, It was Meyer’s wife’s birthday, whom he had forgotten to buy a gift for *although he had bought her a care within the past week, so while not particularly worried, it’s still bad form not to have something on the day itself). Will get Steve Chocolate, but will get it closer to Spring Festival. Haven’t finished Frankenstein, but I’m not too worried – I’m going to be talking about Ardour, and Pyros the divine Fire. Current Mood: Tired (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 14th, 2009
3:35 am	Update! Hey, y'all. As a personal/spiritual resolution, I'm promising to update this thing every day. I've been working on a few posts already, but most of them have been on a friend's protracted sickness. While I thought I might be able to make some sanitized version public, the more I look at it, the less I like that idea. So today I ended that series of posts, and I hope that I can make many, many more public/ FO entries. So, here's the portion of the Private entry that I can make public today (with a promise of a dedicated public post tomorrow: Got up too late this morning (that’ll change, unfortunately, tomorrow mornign, but gladly only briefly). Called mom, then got her Christmas present which I had stupidly left in Boston) This: Anyway, went down to the UPS store and got that shipped, so that was good. Hopped on the train to the Reservoir T-Stop (after unfortunately having to spend $20 on the card to get there), and bought my monthly pass (rather stupidly missed the deadline for the monthly pass, although not having it as a separate thing, but rather on my CharlieCard, is nice). Anyway, went to the Chestnut Hill Post office at 4:15, but by the time I got there (since it had taken so long to fill out the forms), they had quit doing passports (they cease at 3:00, which is posted nowhere but their front door. Grr). Walked back to Campus, grabbed the Latin books that were in (there weren’t many, and one Latin book still isn’t, so that’ll be fun), decidng that since I had to head out to McElroy tomorrow anyway, that I wouldn’t try to buy all of my books tonight, but wait until most people would be in class, to avoid the massive rush. To its credit, the bookstore is much better run since being sold to an outside company, and it is vastly more efficient, but it’s still crazy-crowded. Current Mood: tired Current Music: Protect You (Vocal Extended) - Tim Hornsby (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 26th, 2007
12:54 am	I'm in BOSTON! Hey, all. Quick update on today's exciting activities (ha...) Moved in this morning. Below are links to pictures of the dorm. Shane, my roommate, hasn't moved in yet, unfortunately. Under a Cut, for the benefit of those on weaker connections. ( The Pictures ) I am at the Summit of Medeiros hall, one of the higher buildings on Upper Campus, the highest part of campus. So I'm not the highest room on Campus, but close to it. This makes it (forgive me), bloody miserable right now, since we lack A/C, but I have it on good faith that it shall be pleasantly toasty in winter. After I moved in, I went to Lunch with Fr. Andrew Keenan, a professor in the Theology department, at the Jesuit Community here at BC. I made small talk as best I could, but he's a distininguished academic, and, damn it, I'm a boring SOB. He took me by the (locked!) department, showed me every Theology professor's office, introduced me to my Theology Professor for this semester (a young dynamo named Prof. Boyd Coolman), and gave rise to this impressive exchange. "This is Fr. Ken Himes, the chair of the Department's office" "Wow." "Yeah. If you ever need anything, clear it with me, but then say to him 'Fr. Keenan Suggested..." "*Goggles*" I thnk I was being recruited - Freshmen aen't allowed to declare majors, but I think I was being recruited to the department. I could deal with that. XD. I can only hope my reception in the Philosophy and Mathematics departments is as warm. Also of interest was when we discussed Moral Theology schools. "Where are the great schools" "Well, we have the best program in the nation." (Like he could say anything else), "But our competitors are Notre Dame, Yale, and the University of Chicago." I promptly informed neko4, who XDed, and reminded me that her Divinity School Café is "Where God Drinks Coffee" I Must Visit This Place. Orienteering begins tomorrow. Hopefully I'll meet some more people as I am one of, I think, 3 people in my dorm subsection (and the other two are female, which complicates matters), besides the RA. I orent from now until Tuesday, I high-ropes on Friday, and somewhre in that time I finish my summer reading (Bad Scott! Bad! Scott shall have to punish himself most grievously for neglecting his reading!) Also: The Bookstore. I have to get 19 books. Nineteen. For Four Classes. O.o. Thankfully, I only have to spend $385.00 . A former friend longtime acquaintance spent over $900 this semester, so I'm considering myself lucky. Also, I am completely bereft of any tea-making or tea-serving implements. Clearly I shall have to purchase the following items at first opportunity: • A decently masculine teaset ( (e.g. This) ) • A French press (A large one can be found at starbucks, but i'm not sure about a small version - suggestions, anyone?) • Rose/Vanilla • Chamomile • Mint • Celestial Garden (a proprietary mix of Chamomile, Mint, Linden Flower, Marjoram, passion and Chinese Wild Rose unique to this one great tea store in Boston that's great for relaxation) • Sencha (a Japanese Green) • a White • an Oolong • Some Sort of Earl Grey / Marjoram • Turbinado Sugar • An Iced Tea Spoon • Some Vessel to ice tea in Anyone else have any suggestions? britgeekgrrl, saiban, I'm looking at you. Keep in mind that I'm limited to amicrowave for oiling water, as unfortunately they do not allow electric kettles. Thus, blacks and herbals are preferable, since they can take scalding water, while greens and whites are more picky, but I need at least some option. All right. That's all I can post tonight. Much love to everyone, and a sincere promise of more posting, since I am farther away. Yours Excitedly, macademician Current Mood: Triumphant Current Music: Beautiful City - Stephen Schwartz - Godspell: The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
4:07 pm	Returning from the Grave - it's an Update! Mmkay. Long-Overdue update. Here's the skinny: BIG NEWS Mmkay. For those of you who haven't heard We were the $100,000 winners in the 2006-2007 Siemens Competition! We were also honored by the governor. Also I got a special Award - I'm one of USA-Today's Top-20 Academic team. (Number 7 in their little flash slideshow.) Both of these things were cool, but especially The Fact that I got interviewed on NPR! Twice! Now, this was awesome and everything, but the most gratifying feeling was the note scrawled on the bottom of my college admission letter - "Scott, I heard you on NPR, Call me!". Because of this, I'm now in Boston College's Presidential Scholars Program. Among other benefits, this brings a full tuition remission (My parents started dancing…), Graduate-level borrowing priviledges from the Library (2 weeks? Ha! Try 6 Months!), a personal Librarian (Yes, you read that correctly), and a subsidized trip to france the summer after my sophomore year! I'm thrilled and excited. As for college, I've met my roommate - a very nice, laid-back New-Yorker named Shane. (I thought that description was a a little oxymoronic as well, but evidently, it happens). He's not actually a full New-Yorker; he lives in central New Jersey, but commuted into school in Manhattan (to Regis Jesuit - a very cool Catholic school that is entirely tuition free - a Jesuit Magnate, if you will. Anyway; he, like myself, is of comparatively modest means, and is, therefore isn't nearly as condescending. I'm rather nervous, to tell the truth, about going to college - it's really rather nerve-wracking, moving out of little-atomic-nerdville. (Anyone who has seen the Sci-Fi show "Eureka" knows Oak Ridge - I swear they modelled the town on here). But, at the same time, there's quite a bit of baggage that I'd rather leave behind, thank you. I suppose this concludes this months-delayed update. Hopefully we won't go on a months-long hiatus again. Much love, and take care. -macademician Current Mood: Triumphant Current Music: Turn Around-Paps 'N Scar (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 25th, 2006
5:55 pm	Belated Greeting Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening, or Good Night! (Blatantly quoting a certain Fr. Roderick, a Danish priest, who makes the best podcasts ever.) This is my first update in a while. As such, it behooves me to apologize for my long absence, although not necessarily to guarantee frequent updates from here on out. (Hey, life is Crazy). All right, to make this easy, you can hit one of the cuts below to read the part(s) of my life that you're interested in. ( The Physical Life, or the Base Physique ) ( The Social Life, or the Politics of Animals ) ( The Emotional Life, or the Dogwood Blossoms Underfoot ) ( The Romantic Life, or the Rose before the Pietá ) Current Music: Peri's Scope-Bill Evans-Portrait In Jazz (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 30th, 2005
2:32 am	Transferred to a Remote Location Hey, all. Sorry since the long time since the last update - life has been utterly crazy. More apologies to neko4 - it was ready last night, until I looked at how incoherent some of the ¶s were. I've revised it - hope it's more readable. As to the utter insanity which is the weather this year: We've been staring homelessness directly in the face. While everybody in the family Is OK after Katrina (Thank heaven!), A good many people lost everything - my cousin, Lee, had just bought a house that month, and the flood insurance paperwork hadn't come through it. Janey, the aunt whose beach house got savaged by Ivan last year, and which is still without a roof, had her house in Metairie quite literally swept away by the storm - The foundation's still there, but that's it. For a while, it looked like we were going to be taking in refugees - either my widower uncle, which wouldn't be too bad, or a cousin with a husband, two kids (ages 2 & 5). In one guest room, which is smaller than my bedroom. Fun. As it is right now, we've got nobody staying with us, but that could change. I'm starting to think we've pissed up the big guy upstairs. A record hurricane season, earthquakes in central asia, tsunamis in southeast asia - I hate to use the word, but it's vaguely apocalyptic. I mean, hell, when Dick Cheney's right hand man gets kicked out of office by a special prosecutor's indictment, and even the removal of Satan's second lieutenant is shoved over by the friggin weather report, well then something's wrong. Also, I blame this horribly frequent hurricane season for the total lack of winter here in Glow-in-the-dark-ville. As these storms go by, they're sucking out the normal clouds which usually arrive in fall, and which gradually cool this area down to normal fall temperatures. Instead we have clear skies far more than we should, this leading to the drop from eighty-five friggin degrees down to thirty-one. Cross-country is teh suck. After a very labor-intensive season, I've had one decent race, and even then I didn't beat the person who I wanted to. It's been a really frustrating season - my races have sucked, and, despite a huge amount of effort, I couldn't even manage the lettering qualifications. I am going to state on Friday, so I might letter, but its very doubtful. More specifically, the one good race was the TN Classic, where I ran a 17:35, and had an awesome race. Thursday was the region meet. It sucked because of a stomach bug I picked up from my father - I puked my guts out ≈15 minutes before the race. Predictably, it sucked. (18:35, blargh.) The worst race, though, was two weeks ago, at Cherokee Boulevard in Knoxville - I ran a 17:15, which is ordinarily a respectable 5K time, but it sucked because: 1. I had to break 17:00 in order to letter 2. I had to beat Will Terry to letter another way, and he sprinted ahead of me in the last 100 meters of the race. I've also had trouble with my stupid ankle - I've got tendonitis in the left one, and it periodically makes the right one hurt. We traced it to an ill-advised change of shoe brand (I've been running in the same model of shoe since basically 7th grade, but Runner's Market was out of them when I went last, so they gave me something which was similar, but not similar enough, apparently. That's the frustrating thing about cross-country. If you're not one of the select few - the Predestined Varsity Elect, Chosen of Allen Etheridge, then you don't matter. It's really irritating - if Chris Cole alters his stride at all, both Allen and new Coach Wright are all over it, but it took me two weeks to tell them that my ankle was hurting in places and ways that it generally shouldn't. Grr. Speaking of my father, y'all direct your prayers heavenward for him. For some bizarre reason he had a delayed allergic reaction to a cholesterol medication, and this has caused him to develop a localized, fairly severe neuropathy in his hands - translated from the medicalese, this means that his hands swell and hurt like hellions. Despite the fact that he's gone off the offensive medication, and has even been taking medication to get rid off the swelling, nothing has been working. He flies out next week to New York to attend a conference and see the editor of some journal which specializes in this kind of treatment, who will in all likelihood recommend this one kind of "big-gun" treatment which will likely help the neuropathy, but which has been associated with cancer of the liver. X_X. My Schedule for Junior Year, because you're all curious: 1st Period: AP Calc. BC (Albert) (Hallelujah Chorus) 2nd Period: AP Physics B (Bertrand) - I've been told I resemble her, oddly enough. I have a deep respect for her, but I don't think it's reciprocated. Sigh. 3rd Period: AP Chem II (Eddie) - This is much harder than I gave it credit for - it's taking far more effort than I thought it would. X_x 4th Period: Spanish III (Alexander) - wonderful teacher, but it's faster-paced than Spanish III, which is a little frustrating 5th Period: Lunch - OMG NOBODY HAS LUNCH WITH ME! Therefore, I'm most often found in Mrs. Albert's room with strobelighted. 6th Period: AP US History (Osborne) - I love Ms. Osbourne, but by God this class is boring. I've stabbed myself repeatedly with my pencil, and still fall asleep. 7th Period: Jr. AP English (Wankerl) - A nice class, usually, but a primo BS class, as well. Got Bernard Malamud for my Major Author, which isn't bad. Took the PSAT a while back. Felt pretty darn good about it - prepared only slightly, but I answered everything, and felt good about it. The only weird questions were on the writing skills section, oddly enough - they asked you to stylistically correct a sentence, to make it less stunted and wordy, but all five choices they gave as revisions were still stunted and wordy. I suppose I should tell y'all about my brief experience with dating. About six months ago, Betsy Hilliard told me she "liked me", and we started dating. Well, dating was a weird word for it - we went out to dinner, had wonderful, intellectually stimulating conversation about various religious and philosophical issues, would occasionally gossip about classmates, then go home. ABout a week ao, Betsy confessed to me that she'd grown weay of the societal expectations for a dating couple,which we really weren't. I agreed, and so, while we are still going to be going out and discussing religion and philosophy, but we are no longer labelling ourselves as a dating couple. Life goes on, but I will miss the brownies. This brings up an issue thats been weighing on me for a while - right before we broke up, we had been discussing the issue of gender, and how it relates to the human experience. She was of the opinion that it had a huge affect on a person, and that a person's identity has a big part of it made up by gender. I'm of the opposite philosophy - gender has had relatively little affect on me as a person, and so I'm willing to downplay its affect on people in general, and I'm quite eager to characterize the human experience as working towards a truth which transcends limitations put on it by this mortal body. I know that I'm working toward a point where not only could I be totally happy as an androgyne, but even happier as a disembodied conciousness - as a mere pair of eyes aple to go anywhere, to content myself through eternity with the sheer joy of though and existence. Allow me to make my arguements more concrete as to our differences - using the classic hotbutton, Abortion. Both of us agree it's a social ill, but we disagree on why: She thinks that, afer an unprotected rolll in the hay, that young women are mostly in favor of keeping the baby, due to her maternal instincts, and that they are pressured by their boyfriends to abort the baby. I, on the other hand, am of a differing opinion: The crux of my arguement lies in fear. After an unprotected roll in the hay, a young couple confronts the girl's pregnancy. The guy skips out - the girl, left alone, decides to abort the baby. My arguement against an essential difference in men and women is this - that if it were biologically possible for the male to be pregnant, rather than the female, and she were biologically able to just skip town on the baby, that she would, because she is afraid. Now, before we get into flame wars, I agree that both kinds occur. I'm not so stupid as to assert that. Still, my assertion is that you can't blame men for the social ill of abortion - while individual males may certainly be to blame for pressuring their girlfriends into having abortions, that the major reason for the problem lies in a young couple's fear, and the medical community's enabling of the couple to run from their responsibility. Why this came up? For English, I had to read and research feminist literary criticism. My main critique of this style is that, although it is certainly a valid idea to take a piece of literature and conclude that, if taken as representive of the society which produced it, that women were opressed in said society, it is invalid to approach a piece of literature with this conclusion already in mind. Why bother to read the book if you already know what conclusion you will draw from it? It invalidates one's intellectual integrity to force For that matter, most of my criticism of modern feminism comes from my own struggle of heritage, and my conclusion that "roots" are rarely as binding as we have been led to believe - perhaps because I belong to no "minority" - I am an Acadian/Irish, Catholic, Western, Male. In all reality, I suppose that my stereotypical life is the baseline against which people are said to be faring. Even so, I have been selective about what I accept - I reject the close-mindedness, the hatred of my Southern Heritage, and the unthinking obedience of my Catholic heritage, and so I chose not to embody them. However, I accept the warmth, kindness, and politenss of my Southern Heritage, and the solid intellectual and theological backing of faith behind my Catholic heritage, and embrace them with open arms. Strength of character, it seems, is the ability to take the positive from one's heritage, and to leave the negative behind. Branching Out - the literary Magazine - is insane, as usual. We've only had one entry into the Freshman/Sophomore prose contest, and it therefore won first place. I start laying the magazine out, I think, in march or so. God help me. Also, as if this whole thing wasn't crazy enough, St. Mary's choses this year as the year which they let us recieve the sacrament of Confirmation, normally recieved at around age 12. This is modelled after the RCIA program- the Rite of Christian Initiaion of Adults. Now, besides making this much more of a life-changning decision than it needs to be, the classes are useless for two reasons. Firstly, they're requiring all students in St. Mary's parish, even if they go to Knox. Catholic, and get religion classes 1 hr / day, still come every sunday for Confirmation classes. This understandably creates a lot of bad blood right there. Furthermore, the church, as far as I can see, is Failing in her mission of the redemption of souls, because of its callous treatment of Atheism. They treat the people in the confirmation class as if they wish to be there, and as if they are already a (mostly) committed Catholic. Both of these assumptions are faulty. Talking about Confirmation before even a solid faith in God is the cart about three miles in front of the horse. Now, here is what puzzles me - why can't we have an honest, open discussion about this, rather than treating it as the elephant in the room? There are no less than six arguements for the existence of God in the Summa Theologica, without even mentioning things like Pascal's Wager. So why don't we have, with likely some adults with some apologetics training - and air our concerns? Despite popular belief, teenagers do deal with some of life's Big Questions - through death, divorce, and even the simple trials of growing up. I know myself that when I went through my own crisis of faith, that CCD was worthless in deciding whether or not I wanted to be Catholic, and was actually point against Catholicism. What won me over to the faith was the well-reasoned logic behind all the truths of the faith - it's a very consistent system, if examined. As to recent events: Our $5,000 mixup - We'd been having problems with my old laptop Ariana. We had to send it back for repairs three times in the last eight months - finally after the fourth tiume, they gave up and decided to send me a new machine - the one I'm typing on. She's slick - 1.42GHZ G4 CPU, 1.5GB RAM, 100GB HD, Bluetooth, Superdrive, awesome NVidia video card - awesome. But when they sent it to me Friday, they sent me not one, but TWO identical machines, plus an iPod nano that wasn't even addressed to us. After frantic calls to FedEx, Visa, and Apple, we've gotten it all straightened out - we delived the Nano to its rightful owner, and we shall soon be sending off the dupicate machine back to Apple - although all three companies involved were apologizing all over themselves. Oh, and please pray for me. The Thai-colored warrior is back, although he's looking different - days come when he looks Taiwanese, other days come when he's damn near Latino, and some days he's so pale as to be Italian. Night-Night, everybody. Hope this hasn't spammed your friends' page too badly. BTW, britgeekgrrl, IM me. I haven't spoken to you in ages. This Is My Life, Rated Life: 7 Mind: 7.3 Body: 7.1 Spirit: 9.6 Friends/Family: 4 Love: 1.5 Finance: 5.8 Take the Rate My Life Quiz Current Mood: tired Current Music: Just The Way You Are-Diana Krall-Live In Paris (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
7:50 am	TMG Hey everybody, Quick post from TMG. I did, in fact, amke it here in one piece, and I am slowly beginning the process of becoming literate. The problem with my skill set is that, while I understand more of the spoken langauge for a beginnner, I'm illiterate. (Gah!) So, I'm being put in the "Ume" (Plum) group - above the beginners in Ayame, but above the advanced people in Sakura. However, since I'm freaking illiterate, It remains to be seen how I will end up. I may end up just fine in Ume, but I may end up dropping down to Ayame, simply because I can't read. Roommate is awesome. Of all the people here, I think I got sutck with perhsaps the one who best fitrs my personality. He's kind of shy and quiet, and is much more so an Alice Gu than an Ashley lin. There's a surprising number of wannabe-punk-rockers here, and I can safely say I'm the only chor boy. Ah, well. This is nothing new. The room, I should add, has a bit of a stark aesthetic. It's not my roommate's normal room, so he doesn't have any posters on the walls,or anything for that matter. The walls and celing are a mind-numbing blue, and the floor is grey carpet. It's supposed to be soothing, but it ends up being much more mind-numbing. Oh, and there is D&D, shockingly enough. Both with my campaign-setting-work, and a soon-to-be-started campaign here. I am content Ack, I gotta go. Love to you all. Pray for me. Scott (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 26th, 2005
12:39 am	fried Hey, all. Been fried lately,- I'e been living at Church this spring break - it broke down like this: Sun: Palm Sunday, Choir Practice (2 hours, each) Mon: Choir Practice (2 Hours) Tues: Chrism Mass, which was awesome, although I only got there by the grace of God and Our Lady of the Camry (Don't Ask) (3.5 Hours) Wed: See Mon Thurs: Holy Thursday, the Last Supper Mass, as well as digging a ditch with my father, which took ALL FREAKING DAY. Fri: Good Fri. Sang tonight (7:00 till 11:00) Sat: Easter Vigil (8:00 - ≈ 11:30) Sun: Easter Sunday Mass (12:00 ≈ 1:30) Is that insane, or what? Aargh. I badly need a walk with saiban, but It doesn't look like that's going to happen, because If I have any spare time at all, it's going to be spent working with Jack Cooper - we are partnersfor the CS: H roundtable of Christianity (A cracked-out idea of Senter's) and we have to focus narrowly on two issues: Baptism and the Eucharist. Fine. Problem is, We've got, at most five minutes to explain them> How in the hell am I going to esxplain the subtleties of two *huge* issues in a measly five minutes? That's not enough to explain transubstantiation alone, much less baptism as well. Gah. Had a really nice run today<> Started out at the chines restaurant in the middle of the Marina, Ran to the landward side (near the TPKE), came back, ran to the other side, under the Edgemoor bridge, into Haw Ridge, past the Life Development Center, Played around in Haw Ridge for about 2 miles or so, then came back. Vital stats of Run: Mileage: ≈11-14 Timage: 90 minutes Average Pace: 7.5 minute mile Boo Yah. I've finally been able to get my hands on Fruits Basket, and I love it! Furuba is very cute, although I'm beginning to wonder if red-headed Fang Boys are an archetype Jung left out. (BTW, what's with read being a weird hair color? Kyo gets teased for orange, but Ox-boy gets off with white?) Also, I've decided to get up off of my lazy behind, and finally start writing up Final Fantasy: The Order of The Shiny Purple Notebook (FF:tospn, for short) I'm also doing it in installments, Dickens-Style. Today, it's neko4, and masterminds. Tomorrow, saiban and wolf_mistress. To explain a few things: I've written them up like you might find character descriptions in the player's guide. I don't list MP values, because that requires much more math work that I want to think about. Suffice it to say that it works more or less like most FF games, with no draw system, but MP and HP, and Limit Breaks. The Big think that I need to explain is an innovation of my own, called Die to Defend. Some characters are bonded to others, and, if in the same party, will defend them at their own risk. IF their special bonded character is at 25% HP or less, the Die to Defend Character gets an automatic Limit Break, and his limit meter goes up twice as fast. If their ward gets below 10% Hp, they get another automatic Limit Break, and their meter goes up four times as fast. Each character also has a favored weapon, which can be upgraded in this (fictional) game. FFTOSPN: ( Pat ) ( heechan ) Current Mood: Geekishly Creative Current Music: Mandara-Vas-Feast of Silence (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 28th, 2005
11:45 pm	Aaron Pickering has Poisoned my brain Yeah. Bet nobody else could use that subject line. Heh. Anyway, i'm breaking my unfortunately long-standing tradition of not updating forever, and then providing a meagre update for a couple of reasons: 1. neko4 is now bodily threatening me 2. I've had something so momentous happen, that you people need to now about it. Yes. it is that special. See the subject line. It's another bizarre dream (Cue a bored-class chorus of "aww, not again!") Children, this isn't any bizarre dream. This is anctual honest-to-friggin-God nightmare. Listen here. It opens, bizzarely enough, in a kitchen. But this isn't any kitchen. If anyone's familiar with Freeverse Software's 3D Spades Deluxe (and if you aren't, you should be, find out here), but it's in Sophie's Kitchen. (It's only now I recognize the significance of the name), but we're in, basically, a 3d-rendered Kitchen table, in a red-and-white- kitchen, with four white ktichen chairs, in theat strange, wagon-wheel type style that seems to be so popular nowadays. I'm sitting at the south position if we were playing bridge, which we weren't. Instead, to my left is Ryan Greer, who, in the dream, is a neo-platonist. (They're pretty common, mostly amongst first-year philosophy students who find Plato's works wonderfully clear, unlike most philosophy works, and think he's God, until they find Descartés), and on my left is Brad Hensley, who, for the dream, is arguing as a Neo-Aristotalian (look here kiddies, they're mighty rare these days - unfortunately, most of the kind who would find his works have already accepted Bertand Russell as God, but there are a few). Now, for the dream, Ryan and Brad are trading arguements back and forth, as philosophers of their stripes are wont to do. I'm sitting between them, and sighing. (Listening to Neoplatonists and Neoaristotalians bicker is kind of like listening to people arguing over whether or not Chocolate ice cream is superior to Vanilla as king of all desserts. Much more interesting is to pit them against non-rationalist philosophers. Then they draw blood.) Finally, Ryan begins discussing Plato's Allegory of the Cave. He rambles on and on, until he poses the question, "When we step out of the cave, out into the light of reason, and we look at the self, what do we see?" Bradley, by this time, has the sense to quip, "Something Else." Just then, as I'm getting bored out of my skull, this Lovecraftian, Dunwich-Horror type thing bursts in through the window. I can't remember enough about it to describe it, except that it had a trenchcoat, walked with a stoop, was unnaturally tall, and what it said, "I'll show you something about the self!" (I think, in retrospect, it was convicting me of all the evils that both I and this nameless horror had inflicted on the world). This brings such a fright response out of me that I wake up. Now, children, what you have not witnessed was not a cliché "Poet's Nightmare." Indeed, this was much worse - this was a philosopher's nightmare! This, however, is not the end of the strangeness. I wake up, startled, but I don't sit up, but I don't lie back down, either. For some reason, I'm remaining at a weird 45° angle to the bed. My heart was pounding against my rib cage, and it felt as if there was some unseen hand pressing against my ribcage. All I could do, and, indeed, all I did for 10 seconds in this postition was to blink my eyes. Rapidly. Bizzare. After this, I fell backwards. Convinced I saw the nameless horror on my wall, I promptly crossed myself, thinking, "Oh my God! I'm POSESSED!" My next thought was when I looked over at my alarm clock, which, in obnoxiously red letters, screamed 3:59. My third though was, "ugh. I'm going to bed" This dream precipitated a mental fog, which lasted until Second Period, when being bombarded with soft foam balls in Team Handball (Gotta love Goalie) promptly made me regain conciousness. In other news, since I'm updating, I've been taking saiban's little brother out on runs with me. It's kinda cute, but the last few that I've taken him on (just short, little 5-mile jaunts), he's nearly died. I fear what will happen when I take him out on a nice 7-miler. Heaven help us both. Also, participated in a kinda-cool program Saturday and Sunday. (anybody else familiar with the Thirty-Hour-Famine?) It was kinda neat. It's a fundraiser to raise money for starving children. While I stay away from fundraisers as a rule, this one was neat- they weren't selling overpriced cheese logs, instead, we fasted for 30 hours, and encouraged people to sponsor us - 1$ per hour. It certainly gave me some perspective. It was strange - we were allowed one meal before we began, so I went to Waffle House, and got their huge-combo-breakfast. Oddly enough, the massive amounts of grease held me for most of the day. We got some grumblings late that evening, so I turned to the Great Distractor - Books. I grabbed The Agony and the Ecstasy, and copious amounts of C.S. Lewis, curled up by the fireplace, and tried to forget about the pit in my stomach. To make a long story short, I got through 800 total pages in 24 hours. Boo-yah. Also, I made a more-than-slightly-sinful trip to the bookstore, where I got another copy of The Screwtape Letters, because my current copy threatens to disintegrate when I touch it, a copy of a new catechism, called Christ Among Us, a new copy of The Great Divorce, a copy of Why do Catholics do that? for mom, and, most sinfully, an 800-page tome- A Catholic Book of Prayer. Boo-yah. While I was in Mr. K's, I also happned on a Cthulu-mythos comic, and, in BAM, I found a (paperback!) copy of the Necronomicon by the Mad Arab Abdul Alhzared, tanslated by the faithful at Miskatonic U. (I didn't get either; I'm sure britgeekgrrl is familiar what too much mythos before bed can to a person; and I'm also wary of any BS copy of the Necronomicon.) We had minute-on-minute off intervals today. 3 miles. 15 minutes. Hyena-laughing. Boo-yah. Also I'm reading original Poetry in the CS Renaissance Faire. (Gotta love those humanists, even if they do take an ill-advised secular turn; and I *really* want to beat up Alexander VI and Leo X. Especially Leo X. Idiot.) We've sent in the Pre-App for Japan. Now begins the anxious-and-awkward waiting, as I fervently hope that everything is in order before next year, so I don't have to tell Mrs. Bailey next year. Ack. It’s officiallly Way-too-late. Gotta go. Night-Night, everybody. Current Mood: Nightmarified Current Music: I Am Weary (Let Me Rest)-The Cox Family-O Brother, Where Art (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 29th, 2005
12:55 am	A Update at Long Last Indeed. Read the subject line. Now, I know that I've got several aspects to cover, so, for your convienience, I've divided this into sections. If you care, you can start at Scott: The Runner, or you can skip to the parts that interest you. Scott the Runner Wow. My achilles (plural) hurt like crap, but I've never felt more alive. Why, you ask? Well, despite another failed Cross-Country season, where a determined attitude, perfect attendance, and an avoidance of the general *asinine stupidity* which characterizes the cross-country team, I still didn't letter. Apparently, being sensible and at the top of the JV isn't as good as being a dumbass and running varsity. Figures. (Bitter? Angsty? Never...) Anyway, We rested over Christmas break (I, unlike Sean, took winter break as a *break*). Now January is upon us, and Ed Anderson's track team is in full swing. Funny thing is, only Sean, poor little DB, Aaron Oswald, and yours truly, have managed to either A: Keep our grades in good shape (however relative a term this may be) or B: Have managed to pull our heads out of our asses and start *running* instead of goofing off for the run time. Times are still looking like shit; ran about a 21:00 3-mile at a recent time-trial (admittedly, though, this was in the middle of that damn rainstorm, so I'm optimistic that that'll improve. Still, though, the achilles have been hurting like the minions of hell themselves recently. I'll have to talk to Brennan's mom about that when she shows up next Thurs. Arg. Thursday. Anyway, though, bizarre news: As I've (obliquely) said, Only Sean, DB, Aaron, and I have been running anything noteworthy. We've actually (unknowlingly, until now) been following a plan developed between Alan and Coach R. at West High for their star varsity. O.o;;; Anyway, had a really sucky 4.5er today. Ran Louisiana- the hard way. Out the Turnpike, up Louisiana (BTW, neko4, your hill is an official Minion of Satan), and back to the HS á la Tennessee. This was a pain-in-the-ass, but I managed to get back before the sprinters finished (a trend which will quickly be reversed as things progress). Oh, before I forget, if when the weather clears up, I'm going to steal saiban's little brother, and indoctrinate him into ORHS CC. XD Scott the Writer Argh. Suffering a serious dry spell. Still, though, we have good news. First I've Been Published! I'm happy. Can you tell? Anyway, yes, you can find it here. It's Teen Ink, which is actually a fairly prestigious publication. What was even more awesome is the gift they sent me: a little Post-It pad which read, "From the desk of a published author". XD I found it rather amusing. Also, evidently a poem I wrote 2 years ago and hadn't done anything with has won me 2nd place and $15. It was funny - when Ed read the list of winners, all three are in our HR. Chemistry must spawn poets. (It did with me, anyway). I've been debating for a while– what to undertanke Next. FF:TOSPN has been looming large, and so has ORSOC, but btoh require much more mental effort/time than I'm able to put forth right now. I'm considering taking one of my ubiquitous composition notebooks ("ubiquitous?" you ask. "How can they be so plentiful if I've never seen you carry one?" The answer is that they're all over my house.), and take it to write haiku in. It's been a long time since my hjaikuy glory-days back in Ms. Anderson's class (although I dare anyone else to find a more effective way to reduce wordiness in a writer than by making him.her write 100 haiku). I've also got anohter sestina brewing. Those are always fun. Comment, por favor, with suggestions Scott the Student For all of those who were expectin a rant against Mr. Senter here, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm trying to get over that Crock-O'-Shit, so I'm not talking much about it, and, in return, he's going from being monstrously cordial down to civil. By the time I get to USA HIST: AP, he might even drop the "sir" with me. Anyway, PH is attempting to kill me. This is nothing new. I'm hoping that one missed homework doesn't kill my Español grade. (Knowing Sra. Chialvo, it just might.) Wellness B is purgatory, though I'm slowly growing to like Badminton. Evidently I'm only about 1/2 as bad as I thought I was, and that CC endurance comes in handy, though I hate the fact that I have zero hand-eye coordination. Oh, well. Study Hall is cultivating my hatred, however sinful, of Carolyn and Eliza, English is as capricious as ever (with the new, added, random addition of 25-minute essays. Fun.). History, as always, rock. BTW, for anyone who's intersted, the Record of Amusing Quotes . Yes, I know, GeoCities is basically shit, but I'll eventually get Reid to subdomain it off of AskTheProfessor. Scott, the Transplantee This is where stuff gets fun. I write to you from te (admittedly slight crampted) full room. UYes, the walls still need posters, but all the furniture is ehr, including the new bed (Which started as a twin, and became, magically, a Queen), desk (which is in this dormer that looks out over the forest/mountains, and kicks ass), and armoir. Much ass-kickage. The sofa was delivered last... Friday, I think? anyway, we have a sofa in the living room now, which rock, and mom has this wonderful chair-and-a-half, with this huge ottoman, which dominates the sunroom. I's been nicknamed the "bird-chair" not because she can see the bird feeders from there (that's the club chair in the Den, dubbed "Bird TV", but, instead, because the sunroom chair has this faded-green print which has birds embroidered in it. Fwah. If you read that, you must be a stalker - that's the most pointlesss stuff in the world. Scott, the Bizarre Repository of Random Trivia Scholars Bowl was interesting - Got to read at a tournament last Saturday. Fascinating stuff - had everything from The Princess Bride to Existentialist Philosophers to Star Trek to Russian Composers. Much fun stuff. Evidently, I have a knack for this stuff – both Pickering and Brubaker were raving about how I'm some kind of superstar for this. It's amazing, what planescape can do to you. It can make you barmy, but it can also give you this wonderful insight- useful, in a random, useless sort of way. Scott, the Theistic Philosopher / Catholic Warning, Rant ahead. Detour accessible. Okay, there are two things I'm growing fast weary of. 1. Catholics complaining about the Vernacular Mass. One recent, notable quote, "When I hear the mass in English, I feel sick" - This is, pardon my french, bullsh**. Latin has a beauty, I won't deny that, but, as the quote went on to lambast everything having to do with the Second Vatican Conference, I offer the following: Vatican II has been supported by every pope since its inception. The mass in the vernacular is a good thing. Latin was the ancient vernacular, that's why mass was said in latin. English, while a bastard language, is widely spoken, and the liturgy (the very miracle of the Eucharist, no less) can never be described as ugly. Furthermore, without some of what I would call vital reforms of the conference, Catholicicism would be led into 2. Fundamentalist Christians. I have just uncovered the Fundamental Evangelical Conceit (kind of like the Fundamental Theorem of Cowculus, except not nearly so beautiful, and much less logical). Any evangelical protestant will always describe any kind of event which they hold as merely, "Christian." not "Evangelical." not "Protestant", not even "Born-Again", but, just Christians. A recent news article I read quoted an evangelical minister who was arrested for rioting after he screamed obscenities and bible quotes through a bullhorn at a local Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual festival as saying, "the Police are taking away my Freedom to Be Christian" I've got news for these idiots You are not the only Christians. Do not think, even for a moment, that you are the only, or even a major part of, Christianity. These idiots who insist on being morons and neocons, misrepresent Christianity as being something it is not. For example, a girl in Study Hall recently attempted to use Biblical proof to justify (to Sam and Nick, two Jews, no less) that, according to the Bible, all Jews were condemned to Hell. Naturally, she used the, "No one comes to the Father except through me" arguement. This pissed me off so much that I couldn't see straight. Indeed, I know I lose control of my temper whenever my vision jumps a bit. This always precedes an explosion of bitchyness, but, thankfully, I quite quietly, carefully, albeit with voice shaking in anger, trashed her arguement using Matthew: 19 17-24 (not chapter and verse in the arguement, but, it's there to look up. It's the "What must I do to gain eternal life? Keep the Law, and Love thy Neighbor passage). That shut her up quickly. Really, these evangelicals need to shut up; it'd be the best for all concerned. {end - Rant} On the Vocational end, I think I heard the voice of God today while I was running. O.o;;; I swear on a stack (though I'm sure that you all think I'm crazy because of the preceding sentence). I swear, thoguh, that I heard a clear, distinct voice, coming from nowhere in particular, saying, "Joseph (my middle name), Come HERE!" I stopped, and even went so far as to give the respone that you're supposed to give when you hear that, "Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening." Still, though, I didn't get any response. Ah, well. God is rarely so direct. I've only got one other clear message, and that was an electric shock to my rear end in masss, where no shock could have built up. GFod replies when He deems it worhty. Ah, well. The Secular Clergy are still very appealing, but i've gotten on this Jesuit kickas of late, and I'm very seriously considering being an ordained Jesuit. Comment, please. It sonuds like a lot fo fun; ad I'm sure that I want to earn my S. T. P. (Sacrae Theologae Profesor - Professor of Sacred Theology, an awesome academic degree). Scott, the Person I'm glad to here that everybod is enjoying their pillows. I had an attack of lonlieness about 2 weeeks ago,and I suppose I longed gor one. Thankfully, I snapped out of it quickly enough, and I'm a nice, happy, celibate again. I've never been more sure of my monastic calling. Randomly, I've had an attack of Concience, and So I'm working through alll mo my mostly finished games. So far, I've beaten Mario 64, Quest 64, Legend of the Mystical Nija, Gauntlet Legends, and I'm trying to win the last two gold cups in the Mirror races in Mario Kart 64. I've also begun a new campaign with some friends. Expect a new post about that coming. Also, I found Meiji Gakuin's Website, and, proided Governor's School Falls through, which I'm, oddly enough, praying that it will,, then I'll go there for summer. HOw fun> U need to tell Ms. bailey that I can't come with her to france, though, for those of you who have not heard, I['m going to apply to go to Japan the *entire* summer of my Junior year. Should be awesome. Congratulations for making it this far. Bravissimo. Now, I fear, I must close, but fear not, for the ending has not yet been written. Current Mood: tired Current Music: The End and the Beginning-Matt Maher-The End and the Beginni (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 21st, 2004
12:09 am	Silly Suvey yanked from duochan ( Silly, Silly survey ) Current Mood: tired Current Music: Can't You See-BeauSoleil-L'Amour Ou La Folie (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 18th, 2004
10:02 pm	Update! Hello, all. Yes, I live, although I’m only surviving due to the grace of God and St. Raphael (whose name means Healer of God); else I think I should have died several weeks ago, dead, the obituary would no doubt read, from overexposure to Phyllis Hillis. (She’s like Arsenic; She’s poisonous, isn’t absorbed by your system, and is cummulative) Oh, well. Update on the New House: We’re moved in. Thank God in heavan. Now comes the fun part: unpacking. Yes, this is the part that takes over five years, and which won’t ever be really finished. However, I can rejoice in the fact that, this Saturday, I begin shopping for furniture. While I am happy about the new living situation, I am currently sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and I have no desk in my room, forcing me to work in either the TV room or Mom’s Office, neither of which are quite ... conducive to work. I’ve had one instance where I pwned CS:H. It came on the monday before Dr. Luther’s lecture on Early Christian Heresies. He calls me over to his desk at the back of E207. DL: Scott, take a look at these. SM: Hmm... What do we have here? DL: Stuff for my lecture on Thursday on Christian Heresies. SM: Hmm... The Apocryphal Gospel of Thomas, Manichaeism, Monophysitism, Copticism... (Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad) (Pavlovian “KILL!” response), DL: Well? SM: Preeeety. Bunches O’ Stuff to refute! DL: Do me a favor? SM: Yeees? DL: Don’t Embarrass me. SM: XDDDDDDDDDDDD Okay. I also, with a pair of friends, won the Risk Game with Dr. Luther, Mr. Pickering and Mr. Senter in the Branching Out auction. We’ve all agreed to gang up on Senter and totally pwnzor him, and, after that, perhaps work on Luther, and, from there, it’s every man for himself. Also, Saturday I went with a group of friends to Club LeConte, the snootiest place in Knoxville for Carolyn’s sixteenth birthday party (sensing pretension yet?) We got there, and Ms. Trudy’s etiquette gene came in handy, since I had to show people how to eat with the proper forks, etc. However, there was also one bizarre part: Dancing. Okay, so the dancing started, with Rap music, and I boycotted the dance floor on principle, but then Molly (Rigell) asked me to dance the macarena with her. While I’m not normally one to do things like that, her boyfriend was refusing to, and so my Southern Gentleman insincts took over, and before I knew it, I was on the dance floor, dancing the Macarena with Molly. The next thing I knew, a group of 12 people went over to the Dj, and demanded that he boycott rap for the evening. This was welcome. From there, a bizarre change happened. They started to play songs that I knew the words to (I’ve got that insanely trivia-oriented mind, and song lyrics are no exception), so I got back on the dance floor, and I asked Abby Cox to dance. One thing led to another, and, well, by the end of the night, I had danced with about a dozen different girls. O.o;; What’s even more bizarre was that I kept getting complimented. On my dancing. From everybody, but particularly from Adam Blake (aka azngodboi), who told me, “Dude you’re en fuego.) I’m frankly astounded at this colossal hoax. I have no dancing ability whatsoever. I’m waiting for someone to come up to literal-minded me and confirm my suspicions that all the compliments were all insincere and that I can fade back. It hasn’t happened yet. Also, I went to Ms. Albert’s room today, because we’re going to have a test soon on parametrics, and Mrs. Hillis, for all her good intentions and her frightening intelligence, can’t teach worth a darn. Ah, well. Mrs. Albert is our local resident math goddess, and so I learned more from her in 15 minutes than Mrs. Hillis had been able to teach over 4 class periods. Mrs. Leavy was happy I got the, “Albert Experience.” XD. Mrs. Alber pwnzor Ms. Hillis in every way imaginable. XD ( Now, on to Astrology Stuff (Under a cut, so those who want to can skip it) ) ( Quizzage! ) Book Meme! 1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 23. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions “It is very important to remember that all measurements have a degree of uncertainty” - Chemistry: The Study of Matter Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow-The Soggy Bottom Boys-O Brother, Where Art Thou? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 4th, 2004
12:26 am	Cracked Out Poem.... Wow. neko4's propensity for cracked-out-ness is now spreading to my mind (if it wasn't already there). Two of the six words come from Mathematics, Two come from Random Quotes from Creative Writing, and the other two come from two random song lyric snippets. How's that for tantalyzing? Read it if you wish. (Oh, and neko4 and nanashi34: You, and only You have permission to think of the Math Professor as Ms. Albert) ( Sestina, “A simple question” ) Current Mood: tired Current Music: Don't Worry, Be Happy-Bobby McFarrin-Simple Pleasures (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 30th, 2004
9:50 pm	Respectfully Quoted Two Amusing Quotes from Week 2 of CSH: "Gaza is this sticky-uppy thing" - Dr. Don Luther, Ph. D, in an incredible display of techincal geographic terminology (But we love him anyway) "Everybody else IS going down the tubes" – Mr. Senter (V.v This explains his attitudes to students...) Decent run today, westchester loop, a nice seven, but calves were aching. X.x That is all. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Holding Out for a Hero (Club Mix)-Bonnie Tyler-1970's Disco/Dance Mix (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
2:06 am	Various Okay, You all deserve an update, so to bring everyone up to speed: 1. We are currently selling the house. It was listed Yesterday (Tuesday). Getting it in condition to show has been purgatorial, every family member is at everyone else's throat. This, like I said, is as close to purgatory as we've gotten so far, including the residency. That's BAD. I'm hoping we can settle soon. 2. Report Card came. ( Behind a cut so those of you who want to can skip it... ) 3. I am running now, on a regular schedule. I hope, once saiban gets back in town to visit her at the barn. I ran there earlier, but I didn't see the po, and I wasn't about to go trespassing on unfamiliar property looking for a horse I've never met. Routes vary, but a consistent one is by liltigris14's house. Krissy, I may be randomly running near your house at dusk, so if you see a random, bright light in your driveway, it's just me. (Or the day of judgement is at hand, though I'm far more probable) 4. Driver's Ed is almost done with, praise heaven. We have three teachers: The Circular-Reasoning Football (Coach Woofter) who rarely opens his mouth save but to tell you what you've done wrong Coach Wood, Cross-Country, Track and Basketball coach for West High School. Is *obsessed* (not without cause) about stale green lights. Proclaimed to the class, "I've got a million crash stories, and I'll tell you all every one of them." Has kept his promise. Soft-Spoken, polite Ms. Redmond, who has taken a liking to me due to the fact that I share a name with her son. Behind-The-Wheel driving test has come and gone, I got a 98% (w00t), and so all I need is the range. DE has helped my driving immeasurably, according to the parents, who swear it was great before. Unfortunately, it won't save me money on insurance, but that's a secondary concern. We're still working on Range driving, but that is almost over with. 5. Japan is fast approaching, and I need to go shopping for gifts. Shigeiko says that I have easily the best pronounciation of the westerners in the class. (I'm clear, and have the correct lack of stress and intuitive pauses, but this one chinese girl is incredible...) BTW, neko4, I have your Gundam Wing DVDs to give back, and if you'll lend me the FY boxed set for a day or two, I now have a reliable method to convert the music videos into .mp3 format. I've watched parts of three new anime: Mahoujin Guruguru (a kawaii chibi FF/D&D parody with little babies saying things like, "critcal hit"), Kyou Kara Maou (a strange anime where a japanese schoolboy is flushed (yes, I said flushed, via a ladies' toilet, no less) to the land of demons (who are all germans) whom he rules over due to his demonic soul, placed in him at birth)and Happy World (Where a boy, cursed never to be happy, has a misfit Guardian-Angel appointed to him by God to make up for it. It's only three episodes long, and a good anime, though it was pretty Ecchi. I've played and beaten The Legend of the Mystical Ninja Starring Goemon (Which apparantly has an attendant anime, which, if the game is any indication, is the only anime in existance which is sillier than a slayers' filler episode...), and I'm working up the willpower to beat "continuous-large-boss-mode" (a reward for collecting all 45 fortune dolls) Ack. Tis late. I'll update more when I have time... Current Mood: exhausted (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 30th, 2004
11:25 pm	Sons of Light, and a Cleric of Ilmater Hey, been a while since I updated. Had a nice run today, ran up by nanashi34's house, and as far as the new house, under the pretext of scouting out the neighborhood. I looked around for the meggi and saiban, but I didn't see either, I suppose. I ran down in a little greenway (I think) entrance on whippoorwill, but got about halfway in and got lost ( I ran up a hill that I wasn't supposed to run up, and mistook moss for a blazed trail *fwaps self* I got back to the trail, but at that point I was losing daylight, the flies were swarming around me, and I had the sudden realization that I don't know where this trail goes, and I REALLY don't want to find out in the dark Also saw Shrek 2 today. It was cute, but Antonio Banderas really stole the show as a (spanish) Puss in Boots. Picture it: Antonio Banderas hawking up a hairball. The chemistry between Banderas and Eddie Murphy (donkey) was also hilarious. It really was funny, in places. Also, Charlie has invited me to join a D&D campaign *much w00tage* I may DM a campaign for my friends, but I'm glad to join a campaign where I can *PLAY*. Now, back to your regularly scheduled friends page... Current Music: Dignity-Bob Dylan-Touched By An Angel (Comment on this)
Monday, March 29th, 2004
11:11 pm	Cutpursery Ack. Rather than sum up the italy trip (an eye-opener, in many ways, for sure), I'm only going to update on the latest fiasco in the family. Before I do, let me preface this by saying congratulations to blackrhap for being a confirmed Catholic, and being sealed with the Holy Spirit. Bravo, Matt, Bravo. (BTW, who's your patron saint? I forgot to ask...) ( Disappearance, Panic, and the Intervention of St. Anthony ) Blech. XP. Current Mood: tired Current Music: "Jennifer's Lullaby" - Spyro Gyra - "Three Wishes" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 29th, 2004
11:41 pm	Co-Redemptrices Ack, need to update more. *recieves telepathic scolding from duochan* Yes, yes, I know. Everyday... Snow day was wonderful. Actually got to sleep in for once. The script read-through was strange though. I ranted in saiban's general direction (really, just smack me). The DaVinci Code, though, stange book *stops self from ranting a second time*. Also, people seemed to somewhat repulsed when blackrhap took off his outer shirt and was walking around in his muschle/undershirt. I found it normal, but perhaps this is what cross?country camp does to you... >.<''''' Saw The Passion of the Christ Saturday. Wow.... just, wow.... The movie was incredible. I had to force myself to watch some of the scenes, particularly the crucifixion and the scourging at the pillar. It was... an indescribable mix of wonder, awe, fear, terror, pain, and sorrow. Particularly at a flashback where Mary (the Virgin, not Magdalene) sees Jesus fall as an infant and starts rushing toward him, which then morphs into her rushing toward him as he has fallen with the weight of the cross. She hugs him saying, "I'm here my son". He then tells her, "See mother, I make all things new" Then he gets up and starts walking again. Despite my best intentions, I started crying. It was just that moving. I encourage anyone who has even the faintest desire or curiousity to go see it. It's beautiful, in a terrible way. The last ten minutes of the movie are its' redeeming grace, though. Wow, just wow.... </rave> I went and saw it with Ben (Shassere, not Kershaw). (He's know somewhat by his XC nickname: DB, or the longer, more vulgar form). He didn't say much about it, but his mother, a devout episcopal, remarked to me: "Wow. I gained a whole new respect for Mary" Silently I went YES!. If nothing else, I hope that a lot of mainstream Protestants, and even some of the ultraconservative/evangelistic Protestants gain a new respect for the Blessed Mother, even if they don't elevate her to the pre-vatican II station of co-redemptrix or the post-vatican II station of Queen of Heaven. Current Mood: Awed Current Music: Breath of Heaven, Amy Grant (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 23rd, 2004
10:04 pm	Ninguna cosa puso la naturaleza en duochan que no fuese perfecta y bien acabada. ...pardon the random spanish title. XD BTW, it's Livejournal TRANSLATE THAT SUBJECT LINE! The first one to translate that subject will recieve .... umm .... bragging rights? Ah, well. Do try! (Hint: replace duochan with dulcinea) Anyway, sit down, grab a cup of hot cocoa, and get ready to read a story-stranger-than-fanfiction. (okay, except for duochan's tenipuri stories...) Okay, first, as a preface, everyone needs to know about Billy's RP. It's in a black 3-ring binder (1-inch, like the kind one keeps separate for math class). It's also got several dividers in it. On the first divider (the first page really) are the words, written in BIG block script is, "THE TENTH CIRCLE OF HELL". On the next page are several pictures of medieval weaponry, drawn by deloreanboy16. Now, Billy had given me the notebook the day before the story starts, and had hounded me in Wellness A to work on it. I was getting to it. I was procrastinating. Anyway, I was unloading my math materials in math class (6th period, right after wellness), and, without knowing it, unloaded the notebook, and left it on the book rack. That night, I frantically realized that I had left it there. I went to 6th period, and ( the following conversation ensued (after class) ) I went to 7th Period, and, while taking notes on Lord of the Flies (blech!) it hit me, ( leading to the following internal dialogue: ) So, I went after school, and, Ms. Scott, after a few minutes setting up some Alg. I students, ( came over to me: ) BTW, Mini-Matt is getting confirmed (I think he is, anyway) on Mar. 28. Good luck to him. I'll be singing in that choir (ack!) Current Mood: tired Current Music: "Praise Ye The Lord (Ps. 150" - The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir - "High and Lifted Up" (4 Comments |Comment on this)