"On Top of Battler's Head."

Battler, I'm looking forward to seeing you nude and collared.

For the span of a year, Battler has been trying to get me to read Umineko past Part One with the sole promise of "It really does get better-!"
I finally caved in today - who can resist such a doughy little face?

Nobody.

It's still a dull read, but if that promise holds true, I'll be pleased.
Liam's unconvinced, though, and says I'd be better off reading something else, like Atlas Shrugged, which my lazy ass has still yet to finish. Nevertheless, because I play favorites on everything, I still think Rosa is the best character, because I'm too hard up to say Battler's the best, because, let's face it, Battler being the best is obvious.

Speaking of Liam, I've more or less accepted the fact that the gift I'm ordering is likely to be belated on arrival. There's no way around it without owing someone a hefty pile of dosh. Admittedly, though, I kind of want to just get it to him. I might be better off owing.

I joined Steve for some Left 4 Dead 2, tonight.
He was as plastered as a cast and the Tank killed all of us at the Docks as we were waiting for the boat to pull in an rescue us. Thanks a lot, Virgil, you sorry excuse for a sailor. Be more like Murasa. I've started using the Frying Pan often, and making amusing commentary with my various sound-clips, of which Steve's favorite is YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH...! from the Ice-Punch flash. Tenko came, too. Have I ever mentioned Tenko's pretty adorable? There are few things that are cuter than a fruit-wearing, masochistic Celestial.

I've been taggin' round Parsee for Killing Floor and such, here and there, as well.
I'm a pretty good Medic and he's a pretty good Berserker, but when it's just us, we get steamrolled when the Crawler Clowncar opens its doors. If you get us with an extra person, though? We grab the Patriarch by the questionable tentacles and headbutt him. He mentioned wanting to play Dark Reign again - I think I could be up for that, especially if we get another person. I might be able to oust half of Parsee's army with All of mine. If they manage to take the other half, we're at least a stalemate. If you haven't been able to figure, Parsee will fucking rape you in Dark Reign.

I'm going to end off on a really mean trick my Uncle, Charles, once pulled on someone, 'cause Aaron was amused as all shit when I told the story:

A guy around the outskirts of Del City is grumbling next to his broken-down car. Charles pulls up in his Corvette and goes, "Hey! Where you headed?"

The guy points down about a mile of road and says, "Just over there, but my car broke down."
Charles flashes a thumbs up and says, "I'll tell them you're coming!" and speeds off.

Charles is a cruel, witty bastard.

Ichirin Kumoi, Age Eight

When I grow up, I will be the Pope and an Extra Stage Boss.
I will marry Murasa when she is grown up too.

We won't talk to Nue because I don't like Nue a lot.

I Can't Sleep.

Every time I try to sleep, I seem to set my mind on overdrive.
When I explain it to people, it seems friendly or something - "I thought about you before I slept", but it's really something worse. More like, "I can't stop thinking about people as I try to sleep."

So far, I've managed to become intensely aroused, then rapidly sink into contemplative thinking, wherein I started to think of making amends with someone who I was quite mean to, though admittedly, I think it was the only way I could prevent things from getting worse. I started to think of ways I could apologize to them, or how they might act if I tried to.

Then I started thinking about feet, and ways I could enjoy them. I started wondering if my feet are rough compared to other peoples' feet.

I thought about this old instructor I'd befriended. He was very unprofessional, and one day, while explaining how I'd intended to move to Canada, he said "Geez, you just really want your dick sucked, huh?" and I was really offended by it - I think mostly because I felt like it trivialized my intentions and because he's supposed to be a professional or something. I started thinking back to that, and how he's probably a firm advocate of Freud.

I started thinking about how long I'd said I'd get a job, and how now that I'm moving to Syracuse, it doesn't matter, really.

I mourned the two years of college here that I'm leaving behind and can't use.

I started thinking about how you can sort of measure your comfort-level with talking to people by topics you can cover. If you can discuss anything that happens in a restroom with someone, you're really comfortable talking to them.

I worried about how I might get in trouble if someone says I'm harassing them with my mundane but kind of friendly postcards, and wondered if I could get fined for them.

I wondered if someone still has a really ugly picture of me in pajamas with my hair tied back.

I realized it was really, really hot, and tried to take my blankets off, then noticing it was 2:00 AM.

I thought about how I never talk to Battler, and how Hjalmar seems distant and bored with me, sometimes. It's probably my fault, and I should pursue people more.

I thought about how it's been a long time since I've legitimately cooked from scratch, and felt guilty about it because being a good cook is one of my best attributes.

I thought about how I might not be able to buy these Doc Martin-esque shoes I'd wanted for a long time because I'd spending so much dosh on people. Then I got a little riled, because I remember my mother berating me for purchasing Aaron a birthday gift saying, "I'd like to ask you the last time someone bought you something."

I cringed when I realized it was Alex who last bought me anything, and felt like a bastard, even though I know if I apologized for that, it'd get me nowhere.

I thought that, at some point, my father must have been tubby because his clothes are too big for me, sometimes, and I'm a little taller than him.

I thought about Uboa's muted "Aaaaaaa-" that I never got to listen to, because I didn't want to mess-up my speakers.

I thought about how saying I'm a lot like Dante from Clerks is sort of insulting to me, and that I should find someone better to be like.

I thought about how Tom sort of looks like Lenny Kravitz to me, for some reason, and then subsequently about a time I was flying to America from England, and they only had a single looping Lenny Kravitz music video on the in-flight Television.

I thought about the Squid Meatloaf that Patrick Bateman is offered in American Psycho, and the weird french-fries, too.

Fully-Operational Death Star

All systems go, this Death Star is fully functional-!

...Mostly.

Today, with the cards thermal-pasted, the CPUnzan is finally out the shop and back beneath my desk, but now I'm stuck trying to get my sea-legs for Windows Seven.
One of the biggest changes is that MSPaint has been changed up into something a bit more difficult to work with, which makes Blog-Doodling really hard. Since I could get my head around an Ichirin-Doodle, I had to opt for Unzan, sharing my facial expression as I gave up MSPaint and clinked around in Photoshop instead.

My connection to the internet seems questionable at best. Everything seems to download like a snail - I hope it's just Steam and not me, because then the hope's still there that I'm going to kick ass once I join a game.

My list of shit to buy is piling up with a quickness, and I'm worried about whether or not I'll be meeting any deadlines with that. My list is as follows:

1.) Postcards and Stamps. Last time, this cost about $12.
2.) Black Mesa Mug and Blood Testing Kit, with shipping's about $30.
3.) Max Payne 2, for Remilia. I think this one's about $10, now?

Total:

About $52.

I wish I weren't near flat-broke. I might have to call in some favors.
Maybe I can pawn some stuff that I was suppose to move to Syracuse?
Frankly, so long as I'm making Aria into Blackrose/Gardenia on a DS, I guess there's not much need for hefty consoles...

The only thing I'll be sweating is when New Vegas comes out, and I'm like "Why did I pawn my shit like a dumbass-!?"
And I'll sit on the wikia, masturbating to oversized firearms and the possibly-reappearing Railway Rifle, like a scrub.

I ended up playing against Parsee last Saturday, like I'd said I would.
Got my ass handed to me, but I was pleased to be told I'd gotten better.
I had Taelon out the wazoo and ended up making a lot of small bases that I, in the long run, had trouble micro-managing and eventually lost to a bunch of tanks again, in true Ichirin fashion.

There's more to be written here, but I'm tired, and lazy, and swooning, and jealous, and confounded and at the end of the day, I just don't feel like writing too much more. I'd rather finish setting this crap up here, so I don't have to polish off the small stuff on CPUnzan tomorrow.

STOP-! VALVE TIME.

Alright, sorry for more or less a repost of last time's image, but I really am strapped for material here. Times are hard for "A Doodle With Each Post", so I figured I'd own-up to last time and post the uncolored stuff.
John called. He's finally spinnin' tires and lightin' fires, but no word other than that.
It's taken a bit longer than I cared to it have, but hey, you know what? It's gettin' done.

Everything's odd with so much free time.

I've been having trouble sleeping. Usually, I stay up until someone informs me, "Hey, it's late and I'm going to sleep," and I tag along. I don't have my usual entourage about to tell me when it's a good time to snooze, lately, and as a result I haven't been sleeping. I was up at five today in a pool of sweat when I realized it was five and I'd be counting out the minutes until my alarm went off.

There's not a whole lot in the ways of entertainment, now, either. Yume Nikki's starting to be stale popcorn, and the Craptop seems to have trouble holding connection to, well, anything. I tried to join Parsee for a bit of Sim City this morning, and I repeatedly connected, then dropped. I figured I'd try Dark Reign on here, too - I've got something queued-up this Saturday. It actually dropped the download because it timed-out after trying to reconnect. I think I'm going to have to download it onto the External Drive when I can mooch a desktop off someone again. If I can't do anything, I might have to risk vomity-colors with Seven.

Wrote someone who hates my guts a postcard.
They still totally hate my guts, but I think that's sort of...
I don't know. I think it's got mystique to it. If I make a routine of it, I'll never know if they read them or keep them, or what they think at all. It's kind of exciting.
Isn't it? It is, to me.
And worst case scenario, they put my salutations, anectdotes and such into the trash with my first-class postage, and I'm short a postcard and a few cents.

Speaking of postcards, I need to pick up some new ones. Writing Tom, alongside everyone else en-masse killed the pile I had. While I'm at it, I've got to ration and not buy a million like last time, because I've got more birthday buying to do - Liam's is just around the corner, and I refuse to just slip him a card, comment or something. We kind of met-up and discussed what to get - everything was bloody.
Long story short, I bet the shower's going to look a lot like my infantry this Saturday...

I also cooked stirfry today while singing Richard Cheese's cover of "Brass Monkey".
Most fun I've had all week: You got a Dry Martini, thinkin' you're cool. I'll take your place at the bar and smack you off your stool. Monkey and Parties and reelin' and rockin'. Def-! Girls-! All y'all jockin'!

Anyways, I'll probably TOUHOU HIJACK, LOL! a computer for a bit tomorrow. At least seven minutes or so, to snag Dark Reign and put it on the drive while chatting up a few sorely missed people. It worked pretty well this morning.

Down for Maintenance - Please Use Other Ichirin.

So, I've a whole lot of free time while John has my computer. I guess it gives me time to enjoy things that I haven't done in awhile.

Spent last night replaying Yume Nikki - have I ever told you Madotsuki's one of my favorites? I can think of only a few things as cool as Madotsuki. I actually kept a Dream Diary for a year or so, because of Yume Nikki. I was a little concerned, some dreams were questionable, but I'd ended up deciding not to clean them up, or it wouldn't have been a diary, right?

I'd also taken some time to rewatch the first episodes of Aishiteruze Baby, too. It took forever to load, because the Craptop lives up to its monicker. Man, the toothbrush-hop...
I forgot all about that. It's enough to make you go "Kippei Onii-chaaaan-!". Heh, I'd forgotten the Onigiri-song, too:
"Faster-! We're going to be late for class!"
...So Yuzuyu sings the song faster.

I've also had a lot of time to doodle.

Sort of proud of it. I figured I'm not quite up to snuff with the Archon, and I'd probably be more like an upgraded Zealot. Or maybe a Templar? I don't know, but BROtoss is definitely the Ichirin-team. Everybody's a monk. There were a few things I'd wanted to clean up, like that stupid mark by her mouth or her lack of a nose or nosemark, but I don't really have the mouse-control for it on here, and everything seems smaller. I also kept the lineart of it. Maybe I'll use that instead? I don't know.

Spy Sappin' Mah Piety!

So my Computer, the CPUnzan, has turned out to be in some pretty bad shape.
Being the Traditional Old Man he is, all of CPUnzan's drivers are obsolete, and he refuses to use such newfangled things as Video Cards.
Further more, CPUnzan's aging body has fallen into disrepair, and a few good pieces of his hardware are shot.

In short, I won't be on Steam for a bit. I still have my Craptop, but it doesn't handle Steam so well. I'll work something up.

In the meantime, I'm taking the CPUnzan to John's. We'll see what I can get done for 'em there.

So! Luna, Battler, Parsee, Arzi ,China, Brondo, Shameimaru, Dokuta Boruto, Kono Remicon Domome, and the rest of you, who may read but are more reserved about letting me know, I hope you're all doing well, and that you don't miss me too much (Oh, who am I kidding - I bet you all have confetti out.) Keep being awesome and I'll see you when I've got something figured out over here.

Dogs, Fish, Feet, Fairies, and Bions.

So, awhile back we had this thunderstorm. It was pretty high-power, and after a power-surge offed my computer, I figured, "I think it's high-time I went on a walk," and legged it in the rain for a bit. I was soaked within the minute. The gutters, where I usually walk barefoot, were lined with small tree-limbs that were torn off by the wind and rain, and I felt compelled to walk the scenic route, because I seldom get rain hard enough to soak me that well. I danced, too. I looked like an idiot, dancing around in the rain with my unused umbrella in one hand and my hat and sandals in the other, whistling Guru-Guru's Song from Zelda.

I was waiting to cross the street when a soaked Labrador started following me. I took it back a few houses, picking the houses who's lawns she seemed to be eager to go into, but nobody answered for three houses, and when someone finally did, he'd said he had no clue who's it was. I finally figured, "Alright puppy, let's get out the rain!" and hurried it into my garage. My father and I dried it off and fed it - it inhaled its food and it was bleeding out its ears, so we figured it was a safe bet to say a stray. After the dog dried up, ate, rested and drank, its owner came to pick it up. He said thanks, that I'd saved him cash, and left.

While trying to hurry the dog inside, I scraped my bare toes against the street, and they bled...It looks awful ugly, and it feels like my foot-care progress just bit the bullet. It's better than being hit by a car and all, but I'm still a little down about it, because my feet were looking showy for a bit. Feet cut-up or no, I got the dog home, and that's what counts.

I played a few rounds of Dark Reign against Parsee. I was Paru-Beamed out of existence repeatedly. Actually, it was really more of a Paru-Explosion. I'm looking forward to a rematch on a bigger map, and perhaps with a team. Using my tricks, as well as his, I plan to utilize the following:

1.) Zerg-Rush with cheap, micromanaged vehicles.
2.) Never. Stop Production. Always have more vehicles in queue.
3.) Multiple bases, and multiple plants! You can never have too many places to hide.
4.) Towers. Everywhere.
5.) Harass early in the game to thin-out Freighters and halt resources momentarily.

With these five things, which will likely be much more difficult to do than type,
I plan to at least be a real pain in the neck, if not win.
Also, a difference between Paru and I is that I put some stock into infantry...
I wonder if I can use that to give me an edge, anywhere?

Also, today was Father's Day!
I didn't really know what to do, and I ended up writing him a card, which was quite boring. We were supposed to go out to eat, where I'd planned to order Blackened Salmon, as I always do. However, he ended up putting in a pizza, and then grilling later, so it was kind of scrapped. I sort of regretted it, but then I got this pang of guilt, thinking "Did you really just want to eat salmon for the first time in awhile, or did you want to take your Old Man out to eat?"

We ended up singing "Invincible", as well.
Me and my old man.
"Pleeeeaaaaase. Use your poooooowers. For gooooooooood-!"
Then we harassed Napoleon, because he's such a delightful French cat bastard.
It's our mutual consensus that Napoleon intends to use his powers of stealth for his own nefarious gains.

Also, it's likely that tomorrow I'll be Sunny-Milk for another day.
Pascal, Alon and I are tag-teaming Touhou Server as the Three Mischievous Fairies, that is, if I can hold a connection. Ever since that power-surge, my computer's been severely uncooperative with either of the Half-Life engined games I own. They periodically go super-blockish and refuse to let me move. My ping stays fine, so I've started to worry that, perhaps, they've finally upgraded everything beyond what my little half-compatible Video Card allows me to handle. The card can't manage too terribly much, like the lighting-effects for Killing Floor (which makes me entirely blind in dark rooms, mind you, so I have to follow people...) because it's meant for Windows Vista and exceeds the limits set by an overclocked system running XP. While that may sound technical, it's also entirely possible that I have no clue what I'm talking about, but after discussion with Charles, it's likely the scenario I'm in, according to him.

I may have to back everything up and wave XP farewell.

Or hell, maybe it's the power-surge, and I'll be plum angry if I switch and nothing's fixed?
I don't know, but that's all I've got for today.
Longer than usual, this time around, because a lot's been going on.

If It Walks Like A Duck...

They have this saying, "If it looks like a duck and it acts like a duck, it's probably a duck."
It's one of those pseudo-idiom bits I chuck around like a softball, because I like the way they sound and they tend to add perspective to things.
I guess, though, if I were to tweek it a bit so it fits my current situation, the "D" would be an "F".

I've been getting told to fuck off left and right.
Well, not really, that's an exaggeration, but by three good, close people.
It isn't exactly an isolated incident, what with three counts, right?
If three people find a reason to tell you to fuck off, there's likely something you're doing wrong, 'cause the only permanent variable in that equation's you.

I walked into a room a ways back with a couple Friend-of-a-Friends and I started chucking jokes and being chummy like I'd been to Kindergarten with them. They promptly gave me a one-finger salute and told me they didn't care what behavior I was used to flying, because it didn't fly there.

Maybe it's like that, and I'm being too casual, then?
I'm not exactly sure.
Coming on too strong?
That's a definite possibility.

Either way, I need to fix something with myself, or that "Fuck off" counter'll hit four and five within the week. If I can't fix it, I should probably just heed the thoughtful suggestion and fuck off.

There was an Ichirin-Duck doodle to go with this, but I suddenly don't feel like drawing.

The Mobster

I've got a friend, or pen-pal, or what have you in Sweden, named Hjalmar. He's kind of a cautious fellow, and often has these unsettling and reoccurring dreams.

One of the infrequent inhabitants of these dreams is a figure I've dubbed "The Mobster".

He's a blue man with an upside-down face. He often appears during nightmares and just sort of stands there in his suit and tie, expressionless with his eyes turned where his mouth should be and his beard-and-moustache combo tilted skywards, never doing more than being somewhere he's not supposed to be and looking extremely bizarre.

He told me something akin to, "It's not that he's just odd-looking, he's dangerous, and he really just shouldn't be there."
If I remember correctly, be can bend physics a bit, too - things like height and location. If I'd known about him sooner, I'd have used him in my rhetorical analysis on Dream Interpretation.

Also, a friend of mine, Battler, commented on how The Mobster's head looks a bit like an eggplant, which is odd because Eggplant is associated with dreams one way or another in Japan. As such, I have done this, too.

⑨s and Bad Dancing.

Early this morning, a friend of mine, Alon, flagged me down with a link.
It to REDALiCE's Livestream - yeah, the REDALiCE. He was doing a streamed performance with T+pazolite.
It had the same feel as talking to Yosu or something - seeing an idol perform like that, even though it was just a stream.

They did these intentionally terrible dances featuring rapid squatting and pelvic thrusts, and occasionally turned their faces to the camera to make goofy expressions. Halfways through, they slapped an amusing Flame-Effect on their hands and turntable - they even played some of RoughSketch's stuff from Yatsuzaki Hardcore, and RoughSketch is my favorite. It was a real treat.

Thanks, man.
It was HADDOKOA.

I've also been hanging around Cirno a bit more.
I bumped into 'em while playing DJ Kurumi's remix of Imageronation, and we struck it off. A real pleasant sort - reminds me a lot of Aaron in a way, which is pretty funny, considering the name and all.

I passed off some music, too.
I always feel weird about doing that, because I'm 100% expecting "Hey, buddy? I only wanted like, three tracks and you gave me ten. Ten tracks of questionable goodness."
Even worse? It's not pubbies or anything, it's always people worth impressing, so you can't go "Well, FUCK you!" and call it good.

Cirno seemed to like it, though. I was real surprised, and now feel like I'm awesome enough to warrant some of the people I know.

Also, Liam passed me an RTS-Game, "Dark Reign".
I'm not too sure what the deal is - there was a Wikia to it, but it was pretty patchy. I'll give it a spin later tonight or tomorrow, see about amassing an army or something. I watched an alien-flick while Steam was down, so I'm holding out for an Alien-Side to play as. Show some Earthies how it's done back on Mars.

"You Were Killed by Ichirin Kumoi, a Scavenger Aboard the MUR11-Palanquin."

Charon says, "You may not enter the Graveyard, Undead Soul."

You should have just let me mine my Citrine, process my Silicon Chips and putter to the nearest Starcity, but no, Mister Bandit. You had to give a Nun a hard time, and that's why you're bleeding out in the hull of my ship. I hope this Fyordor guy knows First Aid, because I don't and the nearest Police Station's a few sectors away.

I've started playing Flatspace again. My desire to play it stemmed from playing the second one as "Nue Houjuu" and piloting a Flying Saucer as the class "Abductor". However, being Nue just isn't any fun. The desire to play it fair and scavenge asteroids and such for crap which I process into better stuff is new, and really tedious. Bandits have a tendency of coming after me when all I wanted to do was mine.
Luckily, I've just purchased a Thanatos Artillery, which I imagine looking something akin to the gray blob sticking off my doodle.

Now I've just got to convince that Sex-Droid to put on a sailor-suit.
...Cooold lovin' in deep space.

I also had a bad dream today. I woke up in a cold sweat after I dreamt that I was employed by a delivery service. I was doing well at the job, and apparently I'd gotten the job more or less because of connections my Mother had, which is odd because she doesn't have such connections in reality. The job promptly fired me because of a trip I had to take, which I think had something to do with my family preparing to move.

I was very ashamed, and if I remember correctly, so were my parents. Particularly my mother, who had worked hard to get me the job. I guess things are pretty good, though, when your most recent concept of a nightmare is being fired from an imaginary delivery-job.

How Do They Work?

I recently got a new alarm clock.
It's nice, and not too terribly loud.
However, it has one problem - the plug refuses to stay in the wall, and every day, instead of waking up at Six, I wake up at Ten with the plug on the floor.

Then, I plug it in to stare at it's screen, which promptly resets to a solid red "12:00".
A little part of me dies, and I clock it back to 10:00 and set the Alarm to 6:00 again, even though I'm fully aware I'm likely getting up at 10:00 again.

Also, I have one fucking day to purchase Aaron's gift.
I'm thinking about taking a day off from everything, because stuff like this has been sweating me. Liam'd said it'd probably be good, and I was astonished to hear it.
I think I'll do it.

Questions, Revised.

1. What song could be Yuugi's theme song?
It should be "Walking the Streets of a Former Hell", because "A Flower-Studded Sake Dish on Mount Ooe" is trash.

2. Does Cirno make you hot?
Occasionally, yes. I mean, Cirno's freezing, man. C'mon.

3. What would you do without Arzi?
Take less care of my feet, be without evening conversation, and short a rain-buddy. Benefits of Syracuse would be trimmed-down, and I'd probably mope a little more, too.

4. Do you love Meiling?
No. Not romantically. Meiling's pretty great, though, and I appreciate him as a person, as well as his aesthetics in films and art, which occasionally parallel mine.

5. Oh no, Utsuho got kidnapped by aliens! What do you say once they get back?
"Feelin' manly?"

6. What do you think of Brando?
He's the epitome of "Bro" to me. He's got a job, a killer moustache, and a voice that will pierce the Heavens. I also enjoy that he confides stuff in me and has odd tastes in music, consisting largely of Nico-Nico mash-ups.

7. What would you do if Hina and Yuugi were going out?
I'd be jealous as all shit - I planned to eat a parfait or something off those hot, delicious abs, man.

8. How would Inaba insult Yuugi?
He'd probably tell him "You're always bored", or call him "Manface".

9. If Rinnosuke were to be mistaken for a celebrity, who would it be?
Shiiit. Uh, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, because he's not all that famous, and if they both gelled-up their hair, I bet they'd look similar.

10. Would you love to read Parsee's very personal diary?
No - I'd probably get bitter. This, however, does not necessarily mean I wouldn't read said diary.

11. How did you meet Yuugi?
He was an old-time member of Twohou. Later on, we met up sitting in his Group Chat alone, doing nothing.

12. If Cirno were to be mistaken for a celebrity, who would it be?
Colbert.

13. Will Arzi eat those green eggs and ham?
Yes. He won't offend your hospitality for having offered them, and if he really can't stand to eat Green Eggs and Ham, he'll simply say he'd eaten earlier and isn't hungry.

14. What's Meiling's opinion on cheese?
It's expensive and Swedish and goes on fancy toasted breads, with olive oil.

15. Will Utsuho eat those green eggs and ham?
Utsuho is probably the reason they're green.

16. What would you do if Brando confessed love to you?
Damn. I guess I'd say, "It's just a crush, right?" and kind of try to talk him out of it. He's the epitome of Bro and all, but he's also in Israel and prone to his occasional pang of loneliness, which I think would probably put 'em up to something like that.

17. Would you open a mystery gift Hina just gave you, without much hesitation?
I'd open it first and hesitate later, if that makes sense. Kind of one of those open it, then close your eyes things.

18. What song could be Inaba's theme song?
Lord Usa's Elemental Flag.

19. Who would be a better superhero sidekick between Rinnosuke and Utsuho, and why?
Rinnosuke. Utsuho would be the Hero. "It's HELL RAVEN and her trusty boy sidekick, KID TOKAMAK.

20. Is Parsee your best friend?
Nope. I'm gradually easing into vacancy, and cramming an entire group into that position.

21. What do you think about The Witch?
Super sex-drive, that has gradually toned-down, I think. Surprisingly intellectual and shrinkish as a conversationalist - you wouldn't expect it, and it's oddly refreshing.

22. Volte just got vaporized in a freak accident. Now what?
I play the theme from Hokuto no Ken in mourning and say "Shocking~" with a wistfulness matched only by Spike Spiegel's final "...Bang."

23. Name something you have in common with Battler?
We both order the weirdest things that Sushi Joints have to offer, with the exception of roe, which both of us dislike.

24. In a race between you, Arzi and Pixu, who would win?
I'd like to say me. I'd say it definitely wouldn't be Pixu, but I'm not sure if Arzi's athletic. There's a chance Arzi could top me.

25. Who is Cirno's best friend?
I'd say either Bunny or Yuyuko.

26. Who would you rather get stuck in handcuffs with, Hina or Arzi?
Arzi. Hina would get worrisome or troubled when he'd realized we'd be a social spectacle walking around MANacled together. As men.

27. Super fun fun adventure amusement park marathon with you, Utsuho and Arzi! How will it go?
Explosive. Arzi would know all the best Carny-Food. Okuu would know all the best rides. I'm just along to enjoy everything

28. Inaba got turned into an animal! What animal is it?
A squirrel, because you weren't expecting me to say that. You were expecting my original answer of "a rabbit".

29. Would you open a mystery gift Eiki just gave you, without much hesitation?
Yes, but I'd be flattered as all get-out, because I've never gotten Eiki a gift.

30. What if you found out that Pixu was secretly an alien plotting to take over the world together with Cirno?
Both feign obliviousness all too well-! That explains everything.

31. What advice would you give The Witch?
Go back to being a Touhou - you're freakin' hard to address as anything other than Suika. Also, don't tap Jennifer, because while she's similar in interest to you, she's married.

32. Who would be a better superhero sidekick between Volte and Utsuho, and why?
Utsuho. Volte's Destroyman, and therefore a hero already.

33. In a race between you, Battler and The Witch, who would win?
Battler. He's win either way, but if The Witch or I started winning, I bet he'd trip one of us in good fun, followed by an "Ihihihi-!" and a "just kidding back there!" at the finish-line. None of us would be mad, either, if he got cheatsy.

34. Do you trust Arzi?
More than you'd think.

35. What is Cirno's favorite TV show or movie?
Action films and intentionally-bad ones. Probably starring Tha Goffa-Nah off Kally-Fon-Yah.

36. Do you think Hina is a virgin?
Nope. He knows too many peculiar tastes to be, though I could be wrong.

37. What is Utsuho's favorite TV show or movie?
Shit. Something manly, I'll bet, or involving cars. Full Metal Jacket and Apocalypse Now, followed by a televised Auto-Show.

38. Do you love Inaba?
Such a cute little puff-ball tail. I can't resist it-!

39. What was your first impression of Eiki?
I don't really remember. He was the first person to add me, and I remember he made jokes when we played Left 4 Dead together and I got grappled by a Smoker. He also gave me a sweater in a Roleplay, once.

40. What's Pixu to you?
A bit of guilt. He's too nice to me, even though I removed him for no reason.

There Is An Idea Of An Ichirin Kumoi...

So, I've just finished watching American Psycho with my father. He said he was worried I was relating to the character of Patrick Bateman, and that I was laughing here and there. A sex montage consisting entire of Bateman staring at his reflection in a mirror, though, as well as Paul Allen's almighty, but still quite indistinguishable business card, was amusing to me.

Bateman's too vain and puts conformity on too high a pedestal for me, though.
It's funny, because I guess despite the fact that he's a raving lunatic murderer who's almost inhuman, despite his contradictory later statement where he says he's "very much in touch with Humanity." I'm still analyzing him as a person. I couldn't live like him, or even kill a person - especially the homeless man who was so thankful to see me. I once had someone cower from me, when I was small. A boy named Collin who I'd chased into a corner with a basketball.

I was really disgusted with myself after that.

Either way, I am taking up some rather Batemanish body routines again. I used to take very good care of my feet, because a friend of mine was a fetishist of such things, and it, for some reason, brought up a sort of self-consciousness in me. I was discussing my feet with someone who shares my old friend's passion and I was kind of renewed in interest of taking care of them.

"That Explains Everything."

I've had the first two Stage-Themes from Ai Cho Aniki on repeat. They're definitely the best of the game. There's a Chicken Restaurant that's yet to open down the road. I'm going to apply once they're open.
If I see anyone I know eating there, I'll have to drop the lines from San Andreas:
"Cockle-doodle-doo. What do you want?"
"If you're lucky, you might find a feather."
"If you come back, you're an idiot!"

I got really sappy today, as well.

Old Man's likely gettin' us stationed to Syracuse, New York in favor of getting stationed to Iraq if he can. That's a bit closer to someone I'd really like to meet.
Now, if I could just start my Cluckin' Bell gig, and get the dosh lined up licky-split, I'd be golden!

I was a little lazy and have prepared for you, as opposed to my usual doodle, this palette-swap of Yusuke from the very tongue-in-cheek and cliché-ridden Girl-chan in Paradise.
I pasted it in Twohou a ways back and it was decided that if I ATTACK IT HEAD ON like the Monk I am and like all side-characters do, I've got to get totally laid-out at which point, Arzi instigates Cliche #2 and carts me out on a shoulder before making the smug Cliche #3 and saying something cool and witty like, "...Should've brought a gun."

I've also made a sort of neat background of out some of the Track-Illustrations from an old album of mine. It netted me a possible IOU from someone. I'm seriously proud of that IOU, man, even though I think it was a bit of charity more than it was for the background.

Iraq and the "You That Isn't You"

I'm kind of undergoing one of those "Personal Revolutions".
I'd undergone one here, thanks to a friend wising me up to some of the changes I'd undergone and how the old-me'd have looked at them with a sort of frown on his face.
I guess I'm going to be trying to tone-down my pessimism and "I can do everything without people" as well as my "People often aren't worth my time".

You see, I'd been relaying some stuff about remote-control car motors to the same guy who'd wised me up a ways back, when I'd gotten the news that my Father is being stationed away for a third year. If I tacked that onto what he's already been gone, including every itty-bitty station elsewhere, it looks way more sizable than it should.

They weren't supposed to be able to station him in rapid succession, and if he leaves, nobody's employed and the market for jobs in Nowhere, USA is pretty slim.
I'd wanted to watch American Psycho with him - the rest of my family can't stand the likes of Patrick Bateman. He seemed reluctant, but okay with it. My mother and sister promptly turned the channel to VH1 and refused to budge on the matter of America's Got Talent, and the opportunity to spend time with my father escaped for the night. I got bitter and when my mother came down to the garage, I'd said something akin to "So, Fuck VH1."

We'd drifted about topics and jokes and "Hrmn"s, until she'd said "You know, I really wish you didn't hate people you think are stupid."
It's true, too. I get uppity and haughty and Holden Caulfieldish and I think I'm better than some people: Stoners. People that refuse to work. Felons. Socialites. Probably a lot of other really petty things, too, I don't know.
I'd quoted an instance where a pretty respectable guy praised my ability to explain things to others, and I'd said that I know how to act professional in a given setting, but I just can't stand people, sometimes.

In a way, I don't really know what she's asking of me.
She said, though, that she misses the guy who said "Hey! I don't have cancer, man!" and then promptly kept moving, now that she has the guy who goes "Shit sucks, man!" and keeps moving. I guess I'm going to try to be that guy again.

I hung out with my Old Man on the porch and we talked about useless things.
He was asking about Meiling's Beret, and I'd explained how it was sort of an inside joke:

"Hong Meiling" versus "Kurenai Misuzu" leads to people calling Meiling "China" instead. China wears a Beret. The Nation of China is Communist (Only officially. It's more of an Oligarchy, people.) and so, a communist beret is the epitome of Meiling.
He laughed sort of and asked how the hell you manage to confuse "Hong Meiling" with "Kurenai Misuzu" and finished his cigarette.

Also, earlier this morning, I played Killing Floor with Remilia.
I was raped by a Scrake after racking up some serious points as a Sharpshooter.
Reimu often comes when Remilia and I play, and I often give all of my money after repairs and ammo to her for Poverty-Miko Appeal.

In reality, I'm probably just a sucker for moé and want to hear an "auu" or two.

The People I Spent Most My Day With.

Pick Up That Can!

I watched most of a Playthrough of Half-Life 2 today.
I didn't understand a lick of it. Who are the Combine?
Why's Alyx important? Why does Nova Prospekt have such a cool name, and what side are all these aliens and Starship Troopers-looking crawlies on?

If anything, I liked watching things get bludgeoned with the crowbar and shot with the revolver. I kind of have a thing for revolvers.

All of the Achievements looked really stupidly hard, too.
Fighting your way through a Zombie-Infested town with the sole weapon of throwing heavy objects at them. Snowshoeing your way over some three miles of sand with two pieces of sheet metal so you don't alert an alien swarm. Shooting only a single bullet throughout the entire game.

It's enough to make your blood-pressure rise.

Still no hard-facts on what to get Aaron.
Despite his commands to save my cash, I was going to get him a Twenty-Four Pack of Bawls. Sadly, they've stopped shipping them for some odd reason.
So much for that idea.

A friend of mine decided to kind of bury the hatchet with a lot of people.
You can't exactly bury the hatchet with people that refuse to forgive you, though.
However, he's been handling it really well, and I'm oddly proud.
I don't have any reason to be, I guess it's just one of those "It's been a long time coming" things.

Blog-Updates Being Manufactured.

What can I say? Wriggle's harder to draw.

It's a weird decision, and it makes the Blog-Name a Misnomer.
But you know what? I'm keeping it, because I like it.
Cobuniji has a ring to it.

Someone I know will get a laugh out this picture, hopefully.
Aaron's birthday is really soon.
I don't have the foggiest idea as to what to get him.
I'll pester something out him, hopefully.

Arzi and I talked for several pages about rain, and how it'd be cool to walk in it.
Everyone else, they usually love rain, too, right?
But only Arzi will hop aboard your Rain-Train and talk about how it'd be great to run around barefoot in it.

If I get the dosh lined up for that, I might make it a deal.
"Why are you meeting Arzi? Is there a convention?"
"Nope, not at all! There's a rainstorm!"

We're a bunch of cads, I swear.

Old Friends.

Sometimes, you take them for granted,
and it seems like they're only there when you've got a problem.

But then you start noticing the things you overlooked.
And you get awful sappy and proud to know them.

There's way more of you guys than doodled here.
I didn't know how to doodle all you, and I didn't have enough room.
In fact, I uh, tried to doodle one that I didn't exactly know how to doodle,
and that's why there's a footprint in the middle of the page...

...He'll get it.

Thank you, everyone.

This is One (1.) Kumoi Coupon.

It is redeemable at any local Ichirin.

Mandragora.

If you pluck me out the dirt, I'll scream.

I should've drawn it as Flandre or something, so I could say "Flandregora", which is better 'cause it's a pun. I thought about "Zandragora", as in, Unzan, but it just doesn't have a ring to it.

Apparently, I've yanked my alarm from the wall while tossing and turning in my sleep.
Somehow, I still managed to get up at six, but I've got to set back for thirty minutes, now.

I was looking at making another postcard.
It's a guy walking into an atomic blast.
...I like that guy.