Saturday, February 26, 2005
Yeah, I've had this really bad cough for a while. I don't know what's up with it. I have coughing fits pretty often and it's gotten quite irritating. Thankfully, I don't cough up nearly as much blood as in the picture. When I do, it's just a little.
On that note, the above picture shows my preferred way to die. It's known as the "bleh!" death. It's everyone's favorite death scene, whether they know it or not. The person, wounded, sick, or dying, turns their head to the side and coughs up a massive spurt of blood. They die immediately or shortly after, and either make the sound "bleh" or make a face that seems to be saying "bleh." Some examples in anime are:
The death of Vegeta in DBZ
The death of Jin-E in Rurouni Kenshin (ESPECIALLY in the OVA "Reflection")
The death of Integra's father in Hellsing.
In movies:
I can't think of anything. Maybe movies would be better if they had more "bleh!" deaths.
So, when I die, I'd better find it in myself to let out one last "bleh!" before I go. I all ready seem to be in training, thanks to this damned bout of consumption, so I'll be ready when the time comes . . . however soon it feels it may be.
Midterm this tuesday . . . ugh. There will no updates until then. Afterwards, I'll be gearing up to come home for spring break. Yay.
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Current Music: "Go Go Naruto!" . . . I love that song.
Friday, February 25, 2005
The Blog of Zeon is proud to present the tormented stylings of a dear, artistic friend.
Dark Trout
Tragic rain of sorrow
My shoe
Black.
Black like my heart
Impaled upon society's spine
My emptiness.
Dust.
Dark moan.
Moan.
Death
Death.
Death. Death. Death.
Death.
Chaos.
Death.
Agony screams!
Black.
Death to the Salesman
Mindless drones here and now.
Drone in the streets.
Drone in the schools.
Drone in the restroom.
Burn in wrathful bliss!
Black.
Black
My life . . . black.
This world . . . inadequate.
God?
Stupid.
Clearly this creator is autistic.
Dark?
Black.
Dirty Soul
This soul
of filth.
Plundered for rich man's greed.
End the farce of truth.
Shoot the hippo.
Crazy Lady
Flamboyant frivolity
Of painted idolotry.
Mask of love and fancy free
Is all a lie . . . she scares me.
Bovine Columbine
Fat bloated cow meat
Swimming with blood and fat
Sweet delicious Scar! Scar!
Business man slaughter
Pita bread gravy
Black like the soul of Mankind's filth.
Desire vengence
Bovine columbine
What is vegan?
Is it salty?
Chandelier
Glass on string
Glass on string
Scatter light on everything
Can this enlighten an abyss of pain?
No.
Black Port
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Fat man's wine
A cup of sin.
Drink for swine.
Kick in the shin.
Thank you, ladies and gentleman.
Current distraction: Primordial Life 3.21
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Dark Trout
Tragic rain of sorrow
My shoe
Black.
Black like my heart
Impaled upon society's spine
My emptiness.
Dust.
Dark moan.
Moan.
Death
Death.
Death. Death. Death.
Death.
Chaos.
Death.
Agony screams!
Black.
Death to the Salesman
Mindless drones here and now.
Drone in the streets.
Drone in the schools.
Drone in the restroom.
Burn in wrathful bliss!
Black.
Black
My life . . . black.
This world . . . inadequate.
God?
Stupid.
Clearly this creator is autistic.
Dark?
Black.
Dirty Soul
This soul
of filth.
Plundered for rich man's greed.
End the farce of truth.
Shoot the hippo.
Crazy Lady
Flamboyant frivolity
Of painted idolotry.
Mask of love and fancy free
Is all a lie . . . she scares me.
Bovine Columbine
Fat bloated cow meat
Swimming with blood and fat
Sweet delicious Scar! Scar!
Business man slaughter
Pita bread gravy
Black like the soul of Mankind's filth.
Desire vengence
Bovine columbine
What is vegan?
Is it salty?
Chandelier
Glass on string
Glass on string
Scatter light on everything
Can this enlighten an abyss of pain?
No.
Black Port
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Fat man's wine
A cup of sin.
Drink for swine.
Kick in the shin.
Thank you, ladies and gentleman.
Current distraction: Primordial Life 3.21
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Happiness is found here.
"You will click this link, or you will die."
Hey, everyone. The above is a link to the website of Prince Mel, ruler of . . . stuff. Head to the video section to see a groovy AMV made with the guy that looks waaaayyy too much like me to be healthy.
The "comics" section also has a creepy-ass picture of me, if you're interested. Mel seems to be having a seizure, as well.
Anyway, life continues on normally. I made about three images for this post, but they all got scrapped. They looked really bad. I'll make something decent next time.
In other news, today is "Brett Appreciation Day." If you know someone named Brett, you'd damn well better show them that you appreciate them. Otherwise, God will cry and his tears will drown a bunch of orphans. You don't want that, do you?
Current Mood: Bleh!
Current Music: "Avenue Q" Soundtrack.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
I'm back. If you didn't see me over the weekend, I'm sorry. If you're Jake or Rich, it's mostly your fault.
Now I sleep.
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Now I sleep.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Hey, everybody!
I've spontaniously decided to go home for the weekend and dress like a woman.
Update next week.
-Zeon.
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I've spontaniously decided to go home for the weekend and dress like a woman.
Update next week.
-Zeon.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Oh, Naruto, we hardly knew ye.
Today is a day of mounring for Naruro fans. Sadly, the awesome anime has been picked up by Cartoon Network, and will be ruined thusly to target a younger audience.
Farewell, "Sexy no jutsu." Farewell "Jounin." Farewell Haku's gender. Good-bye, Sasuke's first kiss. Hello super-soft Kakashi, adios blood, and hello suck. If only it could have made Midnight Run; but alas, Toonami claims another.
Apologies to my readers that understood none of that.
A real update soon, I promise.
But today . . . today is a day for silence.
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Today is a day of mounring for Naruro fans. Sadly, the awesome anime has been picked up by Cartoon Network, and will be ruined thusly to target a younger audience.
Farewell, "Sexy no jutsu." Farewell "Jounin." Farewell Haku's gender. Good-bye, Sasuke's first kiss. Hello super-soft Kakashi, adios blood, and hello suck. If only it could have made Midnight Run; but alas, Toonami claims another.
Apologies to my readers that understood none of that.
A real update soon, I promise.
But today . . . today is a day for silence.
Monday, February 14, 2005
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Sunday, February 13, 2005
Hey-ho, everyone. I am back with a vengence! From where, you may ask? Why, from the Salvation Army of course!
Why was I, the great Zeon, in the company of a divine military force? Well, they thought they could conquer my holy land of Camchatka, but I proved them wrong!
After beating the living fuck out of the so-called Army of Salvation, I forced them to sell me the old clothes of people that were once stylish (but are now dead.) Let me tell you, I made off pretty nicely!
What did I get exactly? One vest for $2.50, one black trench coat for $10, and . . . the piece de resisTANCE . . . one red-leather woman's jacket that I look DAMN good in. What can I say? It just suits me. Femine, yes, but I like it too. I'll post pictures if I can get any I like.
I also bought "Secondhand Bride," a cheesy romance novel I can pull out to read whenever I feel myself getting bored in a conversation. It makes an interesting statement.
It's hard to think of things to draw, but I may render some memorable moments with my friends in paint for the next post. Or, I'll take any requests you people leave me. Since you're all a bunch of sick-o's, I'm sure the ideas would be interesting. Don't dissapoint me!
Current Mood: The great Zeon is above such petty emotions.
Current Music: Naruto OST.
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Why was I, the great Zeon, in the company of a divine military force? Well, they thought they could conquer my holy land of Camchatka, but I proved them wrong!
After beating the living fuck out of the so-called Army of Salvation, I forced them to sell me the old clothes of people that were once stylish (but are now dead.) Let me tell you, I made off pretty nicely!
What did I get exactly? One vest for $2.50, one black trench coat for $10, and . . . the piece de resisTANCE . . . one red-leather woman's jacket that I look DAMN good in. What can I say? It just suits me. Femine, yes, but I like it too. I'll post pictures if I can get any I like.
I also bought "Secondhand Bride," a cheesy romance novel I can pull out to read whenever I feel myself getting bored in a conversation. It makes an interesting statement.
It's hard to think of things to draw, but I may render some memorable moments with my friends in paint for the next post. Or, I'll take any requests you people leave me. Since you're all a bunch of sick-o's, I'm sure the ideas would be interesting. Don't dissapoint me!
Current Mood: The great Zeon is above such petty emotions.
Current Music: Naruto OST.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Hello, loyal viewers. The great Zeon has finally returned. A much-needed hiatus has ended; the time to blog has returned.
We're going to ease into this revival, children. Strap on your life-vest and wade for a little while. This post won't have too much to say.
To make up for that, I've finally finished the last episode of TAONPI. At least, the last episode of this story arc. *wink*
To get back up to speed, I'll begin posting with my trademark frequency again. Future posts will contain a lot more than this one. Rest assured.
So this is a notice: I'm back, and this blog is returning to full operation.
Without further ado, I present episode 7:
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We're going to ease into this revival, children. Strap on your life-vest and wade for a little while. This post won't have too much to say.
To make up for that, I've finally finished the last episode of TAONPI. At least, the last episode of this story arc. *wink*
To get back up to speed, I'll begin posting with my trademark frequency again. Future posts will contain a lot more than this one. Rest assured.
So this is a notice: I'm back, and this blog is returning to full operation.
Without further ado, I present episode 7:
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
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Saturday, February 05, 2005
No news is good news.
Yeah, that comment thing was . . . fun. I'm not really updating anymore. I have no real desire to do so. There's no point to me writing, and no real point to you reading. It's my belief that most people read online journals as a favor to the writer anyway.
So stop reading poorly-written crap and do something useful. I will be off doing the opposite, i.e. nothing.
fallenangelzeon@gmail.com if you need something. Comment section if you'd like to write something that no one is likely to read. Yell through cupped hands to attract the attention of passers by.
See you, Space Cowboy.
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Yeah, that comment thing was . . . fun. I'm not really updating anymore. I have no real desire to do so. There's no point to me writing, and no real point to you reading. It's my belief that most people read online journals as a favor to the writer anyway.
So stop reading poorly-written crap and do something useful. I will be off doing the opposite, i.e. nothing.
fallenangelzeon@gmail.com if you need something. Comment section if you'd like to write something that no one is likely to read. Yell through cupped hands to attract the attention of passers by.
See you, Space Cowboy.
