Thursday, May 26, 2005
Injustice quiz! No one ever said life was fair. I took the reverse-quiz on Amy's LJ, and although my quiz was never even near completed, I'm keeping my end and posting it here.
Oh, I've corrected the poor capitilization and grammar.
Also, I've changed several things. I like mine better.
01. Leave a comment with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then name a song or movie that reminds me of you.
03. I will then state the super power I think you should have.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what weapon I would picture you using in a holy battle.
07. I'll then tell you something that i've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal. (or die.)
There you go. Have fun, kids. I'll be monitoring and replying . . . IN FULL. ;-)
Instead of cramping the comment section, I'm adding each reply right here:
Rich:
01. Ah, Ricardo. Dearest Ricardo. I remember when I first set my eyes upon you at South Hadley Middle School and I thought to myself . . . that kid is over-dressed. As no one else at that damn place had any class, I soon left but met you again in highschool, at good ole' HCHS. After a few awkwardly silent lunches in which you read a book and I ate a sandwich, we somehow managed to have a conversation. After learning the effects of Spring weather on your physical form, we began a great ascension to greatness. Much like EJ, it wasn't until the eve of my highschool career that I really got to know this guy. A brilliant comic and a trustworthy friend, Rich is one of the elite few that I call "friend" with true sincerity. A person I both love and respect, the Rich is a constant ally in my quest for glory.
02. Commando. Too easy.
03. The power that most suits you is super-strength. The power you SHOULD have is a telekinetic force-field. The harder you fight, the more you come under fire, so a power that stresses defense would help in a scrape.
04. Humble. A strong man that I've never seen hurt anyone; an intelligent man I've never seen exploit anyone.
05. Amazingly, not the Clearing. The "I digress, I like poptarts" ride through Holyoke is the clearest in my head.
06. Your weapon is a giant hammer, like the guy in "Yojimbo" (A foreign movie no one has seen but me. Sigh.)
07. I've always wondered if you've held back an opinion or feeling that I might have disagreed with.
Lara:
01. Lara is living proof that some things are just destined to happen. She is my close friend, met randomly through AOL Instant Messenger. She IMed me after doing a random search for people on a whim. Since our first conversation, we've become very good friends, and we will be meeting in person this summer after a few years of correspondence. I had a crush on her when I first talked to her, I am not ashamed to say, but I quickly snapped myself out of it when I learned she was several years my junior. *tugs at collar.* Nyah . . . don't call the feds.
She is a real person, we've both talked through webcams (I wish the word "webcam" itself wasn't so sketchy), and I'm not going to be abducted or arrested this summer.
02. The Cowboy Bebop Movie. When I think Lara, I think Radical Edward.
03. The super power I'd picture Lara having is any kind of magic. The power she SHOULD have is the ability to age four years instantly, so I can live with myself after having that crush.
04. Wonderful. You bring out my good side, and I'm thankful for that.
05. It's tough to pick a memorable moment for someone you've never physically met. However, drawing pictures on yahoo was fun.
06. Your weapon is a magic staff that fires hearts.
07. I've always wondered exactly how we met so randomly.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a pedophile. I just felt that needed to be said. I'm paranoid like that.
Susan:
01. A friend of Lara's I met during . . . a bit of rough time. I recall being greeted with some of the worst abuse and generally nastiness I've ever dealt with. Following the intuitive instinct that guides all my actions, I shrugged it off and left an open offer to talk about anything. Strangers make good confidents, and we eventually became friends. We've had as many arguments as we've had agreements, and we fight as much as we get along, but things have mostly turned out for the better. She's grown in a few years from a pity case to an intellectual equal ("well, maybe not that much. Around my ankles, maybe." - Hiko.) that I love and respect.
02. "Hurt." Johnny Cash version. Although both are good.
03. You would likely have a force-field. You SHOULD have telepathy. Although it's a SCARY thought.
04. Volatile. Like chemicals.
05. Same problem as with Lara. I would say the time I verbally harrased and tormented that guy that was bothering you. That was fun.
06. Your weapon is a whip. 'Nuff said. Moving on.
07. I've always wondered exactly what's going on in that head of yours. It's never a clear picture, even to my eyes.
Disclaimer2: Still not a pedophile.
Faye:
01. I did not know Faye all that well, but she was special to me. She is a friend of Susan's that left us. Today is the anniversary of her death.
02. Faye's song is "The Show Must Go On."
03. Faye's super power is invincibility. The power I wish she had would be immortality.
04. Covert. She was very good at keeping a poker face.
05. Last conversation with her. Private matter. 'Nuff said.
06. Her weapon is a giant freaking spear. With fire on it. Stabbing people in the ass from a distance.
07. I've always wondered what if would have been like to know you personally.
Ziggy B.(Pawel):
01. The wonders of Cowboy Bebop and Battlebots. Geeky things bring people together, ja? Captain P is one of my closest and most trusted friends, as well as my mother's second son. In seemingly perpetual need of a haircut (irony?) and with a stride that takes down power-lines, the tall Polish wonder is a key member of the NP Inc. task force. With the slightest exception of when he's . . . *ahem* un-sober, I love this man beyond belief. Not that I don't love him when he's drunk. It's just a different kind of love. An entertained kind.
02. Pawel is also the Cowboy Bebop movie, because Bebop brought us together in the first place. He also kind of looks like Vincent, the crazy terrorist-rapist. Terropist.
03. Pawel WOULD have elastic limbs, but he SHOULD have the ability to breathe fire. I don't know why. STOP HOUNDING ME! He could probably use Antman's ability to change size so he can fit in doorways or onto buses.
04. Lanky. Sorry, that was cheap. The deeper word is stoic. Or Ziggy. Ziggy is its own concept.
05. That's easy. CAMPING TRIP! Ooh, or Risk at Cape Cod. Fiddler, maybe? Bawls runs and waterguns? That should be a song.
06. Pawel is a bo-staff or spear man. Take advantage of that reach.
07. I've always wondered where we'll end up in a few years, in respect to each other. Who's going to accomplish what, what we'll accomplish together, etc. I guess we'll see soon enough.
Amy:
01. Oh, Amy. Tall, beautiful, cuddly, Amy. A friend made through the incomparable Andrew Letellier. Amy's one of those special girls that make you feel warm just by knowing her. She's also a wonderful cuddler, which is a rare gift to humanity. Do you know any of those special people that can just be comfortable with a friend enough to cuddle at the drop of a hat? We are a rare breed, and the world needs more of us. Cuddling, like hugging, is a dying art. Some people get uncomfortable quickly with hugs, and you can feel them sort of push away . . . not necessarily physically, but like they will it. Cuddling is the same way, and with both, the best people are those that just dive in and enjoy it. The physically loving people. Where was I? Oh yeah. Amy is awesome.
02. Rocky Horror Picture Show, because Amy is responsible for my first appearance in drag.
03. The power Amy WOULD have is cosmic healing. Yes, COSMIC. Because cosmic is better. The power she SHOULD have . . . well, in a humorous conversation, Rich and I decided Amy should have the uncontrollable ability to dissolve any clothing she attempts to wear.
. . . tee hee. Naked.
04. Warm. Cuddliness aside, you're just a warm, accepting person. Like some kind of tall, warm, shapely blob of bread dough. Man, my analogies are getting weird.
05. Memorable moment? Surely you jest! Obvious. The night I slept over Pawel's and I cuddled with the Amy. I really needed a cuddle around that time, too. Much appreciated, Ames.
06. Aside from the golden lasso of Wonder Woman, our tall heroine is equipped with a pair of sais, a weapon that takes the user up close and personal. Also, Amy could make a decent Elektra. Too bad the movie sucks.
07. I've always wondered . . . man, I would love to keep the pace of #3 and say "what you look like naked," but that would be in poor taste. The joke made regardless, I've always wondered how I factor into Amy's inner circle. Am I a consultant, a comrade, or a cuddly plush amid a box of Amy's boy toys? Tee hee, that last one makes her sound reeaaaaaaallllllyyy bad, huh? I think I've tormented her enough.
Sune-person:
01. An asian girl that likes anime? Outrageous! Still, every geek desires such a friend. Sweet, reserved, and completely insane . . . the delicate Sune. She's gotten slightly better at hugging at least . . . thankfully reducing injury rates. She's definitely going to end up as one of my generals when I begin my conquering of Earth Sphere.
02. The creepy song from Hellsing with the laughing children.
03. Sune WOULD have eye-beams. She SHOULD have eye-beams. The message here is that I picture Sune melting things with her eyes.
04. MMwwwwwrrrrhhh. It's some cat noise.
05. Set construction for "Guys and Dolls."
06. Sune's weapon is a 7-ton mech, armed with gatling guns, missiles, and an atomic device.
07. I've always wondered what it would be like if Sune learned kage bunshin no jutsu.
Mune(EJ):
01. Oscar Wilde once said "There is a fine line between brilliance and insanity. I have erased that line." EJ has taken that same line and dumped white-out all over it. He then drew a new line, sadomized it, hosed it in sulfuric acid, set it on fire, and obliterated it with optic blasts. EJ and I really only clicked during senior year, before which we barely acknowledged each other. Our shared love of Chrono Trigger, Megaman, and all things wacky has brought us together . . . except when we're at school. Both of us are either too busy or too damn lazy to walk or bus to the other person's school, despite them being very close together.
02. "To Life" from Fiddler on the Roof. I got to pretend to be drunk with EJ on stage right after that song. Whee. "He's gonna be his papa." "HAH!"
03. EJ WOULD have an "insanity glare," some type of powerful psychic technique that could scramble the target's brain and shatter his mind. He SHOULD have the power to teleport, so the visitation problem could be solved.
04. Spontaneous.
05. Again, on stage in Fiddler.
06. EJ's weapon is a massive broadsword with magical powers. A . . . MASAMUNE, maybe? It will be able to change shape instantly at a thought.
07. I've wondered how we'd work together in improv. We'd either block one another or be awesome, I think.
Kristen:
01. Oh, dearest Kristen. One of the biggest sweethearts I know. Sweet, beautiful, and friendly. Most stikingly, she is also a commanding actress. I know I was blown away at "As You Like It." Top off that package with a cuddly and warm demeanor, and you have a rare and wonderful type of girl, yes sir.
02. Agh, drawing a complete blank here . . . Tie Your Mother Down, by Queen.
03. Kristen WOULD have some kind of magical charm ability, but she SHOULD have the power to show her parents who's boss with a little teleportation. "Hey, I'm going out." "No you're not." "Oh yeah?" *BAMF*
I'd do it.
04. Sweet. The girl seriously melts when it rains.
05. Saying good-bye at a party I had the night before I left for college.
06. Kristen's weapon is a dirk, a small dagger used for stabbing. She keeps it hidden, and then when you least expect it, STAB! Your heart is . . . in her pocket. Like battlefield surgery.
07. I've always wondered what Kristen's thinking and feeling. This is a popular one, ne? Cliche' though it may be, I'd like to know what's going on up there. Also, I wonder what it would be like if I could see her more often. Strict household, man.
El-Stevo(Steve):
01. El pollo diablo va! The god of apathy, the crusher of religion teachers, the provider of journals . . . El-Stevo. Few can compare to this guy's level of cool. He's reached such a point that I'm surprised a religion hasn't sprung up around him. Steve knows how to go with the flow . . . for better or worse . . . and I've never really seen him lose his composure. Steve's got that calm power about him; trying to upstage Steve is like fighting the ocean.
02. "Wet Hot American Summer." Steve was quoting it long before I saw it.
03. Steve WOULD have phasing powers to make himself incorporeal, but he SHOULD have extra-resilient lungs to combat the effects of all of his clove cigarettes.
04. Really, Steve's word is simply "cool."
05. Botching the bookshop sketch at the talent show and then somehow making it work anyway. That was pretty cool.
06. Steve's weapon is a rubber chicken. I don't know why, but that's the image in my head right now. Steve running, chicken in hand, with his "game face" on. You know Steve's game face.
07. I've always wondered if Steve thinks I'm a tool, a tool, a tool, an o.k. guy, or a tool. Also, what he'll set fire to next.
Jim:
01. A cool kid indeed, and the reason I have Flash. My TOTALLY LEGAL copy of Flash. Seriously. No, really. *Runs away, leaving behind a log.*
02. Cannibal! the Musical. Why? I don't know.
03. Jim's power WOULD be super amazing |-|4x0r skillz, or the power of l337, but the power he SHOULD have is the ability to cause explosions with his mind. Why pyrokinesis? It's fun and he'd be creative with it. Oh my God, I want a milkshake.
04. "l337" or "hip." As in stylish, not the thing your skirt hangs off of.
05. LAN, hands down. Wintereenmas!
06. Jim's weapon is a railgun, or a piece of a lighting rig.
07. I've always wondered if I could beat Jim at Megaman Battle Network. (My emulator has netplay now . . .)
Jake:
01. The legendary Captain Jake has been my comrade for well over ten years. In that time, we've been slaying zombies, starting fires, cooking pasta, and generally endangering the local populace with our zany antics. We rocked the socks off of the BSA and burned at least three cities when we transformed into giant were-apes by the light of the full moon. Our adventures have sadly been limited since we both started working, as Jake's schedule keeps him at work roughly 29 hours a day. My theory is that if I stay up late enough on the weekends, I should eventually get to do something with him.
02. Jake's movie is "The Tree of Might." Any DBZ movie, really. Cannibal! too.
03. Jake's super powers are all ready many and varried, his most notable being his ability to destroy entire civilizations with a thought. The power he SHOULD have is the ability to clone himself instantly, so someone can go to work for him, another clone can go to school for him, and the real him can hang out with me.
04. Jake's word is "AGGGGGGGH!" It's the best noise he makes.
05. "Go on, do it! Do it now!" There are so many freaking Jake memories. When I think Jake, I have to recall most of the better moments in my childhood . . . and in my current life. Camping trips, bike rides, dangerous drives, crazy adventures . . . tons of chaos with us at the center. We each do a fair share of endangering the other ("Let's explore this new house at Riverboat." "I'm going to drive and eat pasta at the same time."), but we've somehow survived this far. The phenomenon that is our relationship is the basis for the concept of Ninja Pirate Inc.
06. Jake rides into battle with a massive vessel, filled to the brim with weapons. Bazookas, missiles, bricks . . . he's got all the weapons. His favorite close-range weapon is a spatula. A shard spatula.
07. I've always wondered what your freaking girlfriend is like. I've never met her!
SAMMY CORDOVA!(Sam Sugrue):
01. This is an example of first impressions being meaningless. When I first met Sam, I thought that he was the most annoying freaking thing on two legs. This, I believe, is not uncommon. Once his presence was known, he humbled up a bit and we started playing cards. The rest is history. Sam is my constant side-kick, cohort, navigator, and co-pilot. He still over does it occaisionally, and he can still be annoying, but for the most part, he's just a ball of fun. He's a kid with class that knows how to get a room moving, and he makes a great accesory to crazy adventures. The mighty trio of Jake, Sam, and Tony is like a drop-kick of fun to the face.
02. "Shpadoinkle Day" is Sam's song.
03. Sam has the uncanny ability to transform into a being of insanity and chaos. Like Freakazoid, but louder. He SHOULD have the power to alter his appearance at will, like the Chameleon. That way, he would never be caught.
04. "Bwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaahpppp!" The Mrs. Allyn noise.
05. Sam has many moments. His most recent caper is particularly striking, as it caused several car accidents (no one was hurt, and it's technically their fault), but what I remember very well is the adventure I shared with Jake AND Sam. The ultimate combination, we forged a very crazy night that ended with Sam throwing milk at my car. In that night, Jake told his mac and cheese story, Sam confused a clerk on his quest for "yoo-hoos," and Spider-man was added to my car. Also, Rich's pants became a statement of his love for feet.
06. Sam's weapon is a telescoping steel club. He loves that thing.
07. I've always wondered if Sam might really become president some day, and if that will land me any special privs.
Cassie:
01. Oh, Cassie. This is some crazy kind of story, you and me. We made friends during the 1.5 years I spent in the South Hadley school system *shudders* and then parted ways for a good few years. Later, we bump into each other at the fireworks, but nothing really happens there. But then it turns out that you're friends with Amanda, who I met through my church and visited at Rocky Horror, and that you attended class with Jake, my Italio-pirate counterpart. What are the freaking odds of that?
02. "Phantom of the Opera." No surprises there. Your song is "Goldfinger," just to throw you off your stride.
03. Cassie all ready has crazy shape-shifting powers that allow her to morph into a giant bunny, but she could really use the power time travel. Why? I don't freaking know. It's 1 AM and I have to be at work in 4 hours. Get off my llama!
04. Cassie's word is "geek." Since she's a girl, that makes her awesome.
05. Oh, Mr. Symington's class. More recently, painting your room was pretty memorable. Also, seeing you as a giant bunny.
06. Cassie's weapon is a rapier. Subtle, elegant, light. The weapon of choice of Enigo Montaya.
07. I've always wondered how you'd compare the present me to the boy you knew in middle school. Also, I wonder if your boyfriend doesn't like me. Hmm.
Steph:
01. For some reason, Steph frequently finds her computer unable to comment on this blog. Since there is only one IP range currently banned from commenting, and it isn't hers, I can't explain it. In any case, she requested this reverse-quiz informally through AIM. Always allow exceptions for friends.
Hey, I'm not going to lie. I had a MAJOR crush on this chica right here. Even now, there's a little voice in the back of my mind that says "Adam, you are a lucky man" whenever I see her. She is currently one of my bestest friends in the whoooollle world, that she is. She knows me better than most, and understands things I don't even let people know. Steph has been a great anchor for me, and I am incredibly thankful. I tend to keep things locked up, but eventually it overflows and she's always ready with a bucket nearby. My metaphors get progressively weirder.
02. Steph's song is "We'll Meet Again," sung by ole' Johnny Cash. She knows why.
03. Steph all ready has super empathy powers, but she SHOULD have the cloning power. Every household needs a Steph Lepine. Most people would agree that she should have Amy's power as well, but I don't want to come off as some kind of weirdo. I suppose it's too late. >_>
04. "True." Steph is Steph, and Steph will never mislead you.
05. Senior prom, for sure. I was actually in that very room of the Log Cabin tonight, at an Eagle Scout recognition dinner. Oh, the wonderful, increasingly indistinguishable blur that is high school.
06. Steph's weapon is a pair of tonfa. For those of you that don't know, tonfa are the basis for the "night stick" that policeman carry around. They're close, personal weapons that are effective all-around offensively and defensively. They are less powerful than nunchaku, but better controlled.
07. I've always wondered . . . well, some things are best not to be wondered. Mostly, I've always wondered why you agreed to go to the senior prom with me, considering that we didn't know each other at all at the time.
Andrew:
01. Oh, man. Let me try to remember how long I've known this crazy guy. Not as long as Jake, but darn close . . . I was but a wee cub scout at the time. I've known him approximately as long as I've known John Risler . . . but thankfully I've seen much more of Andy than that asshole. *shudder* I should shut up now, before he beats me up.
Anywho, Andy is a big, lovable ball . . . err, stick of joy. Creative, talented as a fox, and genuine. Andrew is also a part of the most amazing family I know, one that is so close-knit that even a wandering atheist might think "God's in that house" as he passes by the Letellier lair. Some special people in there, to be certain, and they've produced a fine boy.
02. Andrew's song is "Daddy Sang Bass," by Johnny Cash. It could be by another person, as Johnny steals most of his work, but I heard him sing it. So there.
03. Andrew's super power is super speed (on road and off) and expandable, rubbery limbs. The power he really SHOULD have is an innate sense of balance on par with Spidey. Timber, buddy.
04. "Lanky." No, just kidding. The word is "bright." Interpret as you will, it fits every meaning I can give the word.
05. Do you remember pogs? Do you remember your house being an underground dealer's row for pogs? I do. Do you remember John when we were little?
. . . what happened to that guy?
06. Andrew's weapon is Caitlin's shoe.
07. I've always wondered how we were so distant in high school. Considering that we played together as kids, it seems odd that we only seemed to see each other at other people's parties. I'm pleased as punch that graduation actually stuck us closer together, and the awkwardness of feeling like a half-friend has melted away. It's also refreshing to see your family.
Cait:
01. A fairly recent friend, Cait was a late addition to the HCHS crew. Like Mich was, but 900% less evil.
Hey, there's your bad-mouthing, Rich. I think Mich is a whore.
Moving on. I actually befriended Cait at about the same time I first started talking to EJ. Oh, the bonds we form so late . . . Cait is the sweetest thing on two legs, and arguably the craziest, too. She completes the package by being downright adorable, a foolish choice that has left her the target of countless "PERA"s (Poorly-Executed Rich Advances.) Regardless, she ends each beating with a happy smile and continues pouring sunshine onto the world. She then has to deal with the fact that Rich enjoys being beaten by pretty women. Ces' la vie.
02. Cait's song is anything from the Muppets Treasure Island movie.
03. Cait's powers generally revolve around communicating with and sustaining "brain weasels," but she SHOULD have some kind of anti-PERA forcefield. Or, better than that, a PERA-reflective coating. Fight fire with fire, the astronauts say.
04. Cait's word is "energy."
05. Most memorable moment, eh? That time we got stranded in Greenland was pretty memorable. We were locked outside in a snowstorm, and you passed out from the cold. I remembered my hypothermia training (I've watched Star Wars) and sliced open a homeless man for you to sleep in. Man, what a crazy thing to explain to the officials the next day! I thought they'd never let us on the plane with your nail clipper and box cutter collection.
Wait. That never happened at all, did it?
06. Cait's weapon is a tub of that green stuff from "Who Framed Roger Rabit?" You know what I'm talking about. She'll make a fine toon-killer.
07. I forgot this the first time. Tee hee. I have always wondered what Cait looked like naked. What? Oh, sorry. I was talking to Rich ten minutes ago, and I seem to have channeled his mojo. Hey, I think I'll go lift something heavy.
Anywho, I've always wondered, in general, how Cait is doing. When she left ole' Worcester, I lost touch with her almost completely. I was worried that she'd move so far and still not be happy, but she seems to have landed on her feet. That makes this one happy, that it does.
Ooh, another Rich thought buzzed into my brain. I wonder how much of her is tanned, heh ho. (That's my attempt to emulate Rich's Jack Black pervert laugh. It's a very poor attempt.)
And now I've succesfully set up a part two to this: I wonder how disturbed Caitlin and the rest of my audience is right now. Send complaints, nude pictures, and death threats to the link on the sidebar marked "contact Zeon."
I'm off to eat a cat.
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Oh, I've corrected the poor capitilization and grammar.
Also, I've changed several things. I like mine better.
01. Leave a comment with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then name a song or movie that reminds me of you.
03. I will then state the super power I think you should have.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what weapon I would picture you using in a holy battle.
07. I'll then tell you something that i've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal. (or die.)
There you go. Have fun, kids. I'll be monitoring and replying . . . IN FULL. ;-)
Instead of cramping the comment section, I'm adding each reply right here:
Rich:
01. Ah, Ricardo. Dearest Ricardo. I remember when I first set my eyes upon you at South Hadley Middle School and I thought to myself . . . that kid is over-dressed. As no one else at that damn place had any class, I soon left but met you again in highschool, at good ole' HCHS. After a few awkwardly silent lunches in which you read a book and I ate a sandwich, we somehow managed to have a conversation. After learning the effects of Spring weather on your physical form, we began a great ascension to greatness. Much like EJ, it wasn't until the eve of my highschool career that I really got to know this guy. A brilliant comic and a trustworthy friend, Rich is one of the elite few that I call "friend" with true sincerity. A person I both love and respect, the Rich is a constant ally in my quest for glory.
02. Commando. Too easy.
03. The power that most suits you is super-strength. The power you SHOULD have is a telekinetic force-field. The harder you fight, the more you come under fire, so a power that stresses defense would help in a scrape.
04. Humble. A strong man that I've never seen hurt anyone; an intelligent man I've never seen exploit anyone.
05. Amazingly, not the Clearing. The "I digress, I like poptarts" ride through Holyoke is the clearest in my head.
06. Your weapon is a giant hammer, like the guy in "Yojimbo" (A foreign movie no one has seen but me. Sigh.)
07. I've always wondered if you've held back an opinion or feeling that I might have disagreed with.
Lara:
01. Lara is living proof that some things are just destined to happen. She is my close friend, met randomly through AOL Instant Messenger. She IMed me after doing a random search for people on a whim. Since our first conversation, we've become very good friends, and we will be meeting in person this summer after a few years of correspondence. I had a crush on her when I first talked to her, I am not ashamed to say, but I quickly snapped myself out of it when I learned she was several years my junior. *tugs at collar.* Nyah . . . don't call the feds.
She is a real person, we've both talked through webcams (I wish the word "webcam" itself wasn't so sketchy), and I'm not going to be abducted or arrested this summer.
02. The Cowboy Bebop Movie. When I think Lara, I think Radical Edward.
03. The super power I'd picture Lara having is any kind of magic. The power she SHOULD have is the ability to age four years instantly, so I can live with myself after having that crush.
04. Wonderful. You bring out my good side, and I'm thankful for that.
05. It's tough to pick a memorable moment for someone you've never physically met. However, drawing pictures on yahoo was fun.
06. Your weapon is a magic staff that fires hearts.
07. I've always wondered exactly how we met so randomly.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a pedophile. I just felt that needed to be said. I'm paranoid like that.
Susan:
01. A friend of Lara's I met during . . . a bit of rough time. I recall being greeted with some of the worst abuse and generally nastiness I've ever dealt with. Following the intuitive instinct that guides all my actions, I shrugged it off and left an open offer to talk about anything. Strangers make good confidents, and we eventually became friends. We've had as many arguments as we've had agreements, and we fight as much as we get along, but things have mostly turned out for the better. She's grown in a few years from a pity case to an intellectual equal ("well, maybe not that much. Around my ankles, maybe." - Hiko.) that I love and respect.
02. "Hurt." Johnny Cash version. Although both are good.
03. You would likely have a force-field. You SHOULD have telepathy. Although it's a SCARY thought.
04. Volatile. Like chemicals.
05. Same problem as with Lara. I would say the time I verbally harrased and tormented that guy that was bothering you. That was fun.
06. Your weapon is a whip. 'Nuff said. Moving on.
07. I've always wondered exactly what's going on in that head of yours. It's never a clear picture, even to my eyes.
Disclaimer2: Still not a pedophile.
Faye:
01. I did not know Faye all that well, but she was special to me. She is a friend of Susan's that left us. Today is the anniversary of her death.
02. Faye's song is "The Show Must Go On."
03. Faye's super power is invincibility. The power I wish she had would be immortality.
04. Covert. She was very good at keeping a poker face.
05. Last conversation with her. Private matter. 'Nuff said.
06. Her weapon is a giant freaking spear. With fire on it. Stabbing people in the ass from a distance.
07. I've always wondered what if would have been like to know you personally.
Ziggy B.(Pawel):
01. The wonders of Cowboy Bebop and Battlebots. Geeky things bring people together, ja? Captain P is one of my closest and most trusted friends, as well as my mother's second son. In seemingly perpetual need of a haircut (irony?) and with a stride that takes down power-lines, the tall Polish wonder is a key member of the NP Inc. task force. With the slightest exception of when he's . . . *ahem* un-sober, I love this man beyond belief. Not that I don't love him when he's drunk. It's just a different kind of love. An entertained kind.
02. Pawel is also the Cowboy Bebop movie, because Bebop brought us together in the first place. He also kind of looks like Vincent, the crazy terrorist-rapist. Terropist.
03. Pawel WOULD have elastic limbs, but he SHOULD have the ability to breathe fire. I don't know why. STOP HOUNDING ME! He could probably use Antman's ability to change size so he can fit in doorways or onto buses.
04. Lanky. Sorry, that was cheap. The deeper word is stoic. Or Ziggy. Ziggy is its own concept.
05. That's easy. CAMPING TRIP! Ooh, or Risk at Cape Cod. Fiddler, maybe? Bawls runs and waterguns? That should be a song.
06. Pawel is a bo-staff or spear man. Take advantage of that reach.
07. I've always wondered where we'll end up in a few years, in respect to each other. Who's going to accomplish what, what we'll accomplish together, etc. I guess we'll see soon enough.
Amy:
01. Oh, Amy. Tall, beautiful, cuddly, Amy. A friend made through the incomparable Andrew Letellier. Amy's one of those special girls that make you feel warm just by knowing her. She's also a wonderful cuddler, which is a rare gift to humanity. Do you know any of those special people that can just be comfortable with a friend enough to cuddle at the drop of a hat? We are a rare breed, and the world needs more of us. Cuddling, like hugging, is a dying art. Some people get uncomfortable quickly with hugs, and you can feel them sort of push away . . . not necessarily physically, but like they will it. Cuddling is the same way, and with both, the best people are those that just dive in and enjoy it. The physically loving people. Where was I? Oh yeah. Amy is awesome.
02. Rocky Horror Picture Show, because Amy is responsible for my first appearance in drag.
03. The power Amy WOULD have is cosmic healing. Yes, COSMIC. Because cosmic is better. The power she SHOULD have . . . well, in a humorous conversation, Rich and I decided Amy should have the uncontrollable ability to dissolve any clothing she attempts to wear.
. . . tee hee. Naked.
04. Warm. Cuddliness aside, you're just a warm, accepting person. Like some kind of tall, warm, shapely blob of bread dough. Man, my analogies are getting weird.
05. Memorable moment? Surely you jest! Obvious. The night I slept over Pawel's and I cuddled with the Amy. I really needed a cuddle around that time, too. Much appreciated, Ames.
06. Aside from the golden lasso of Wonder Woman, our tall heroine is equipped with a pair of sais, a weapon that takes the user up close and personal. Also, Amy could make a decent Elektra. Too bad the movie sucks.
07. I've always wondered . . . man, I would love to keep the pace of #3 and say "what you look like naked," but that would be in poor taste. The joke made regardless, I've always wondered how I factor into Amy's inner circle. Am I a consultant, a comrade, or a cuddly plush amid a box of Amy's boy toys? Tee hee, that last one makes her sound reeaaaaaaallllllyyy bad, huh? I think I've tormented her enough.
Sune-person:
01. An asian girl that likes anime? Outrageous! Still, every geek desires such a friend. Sweet, reserved, and completely insane . . . the delicate Sune. She's gotten slightly better at hugging at least . . . thankfully reducing injury rates. She's definitely going to end up as one of my generals when I begin my conquering of Earth Sphere.
02. The creepy song from Hellsing with the laughing children.
03. Sune WOULD have eye-beams. She SHOULD have eye-beams. The message here is that I picture Sune melting things with her eyes.
04. MMwwwwwrrrrhhh. It's some cat noise.
05. Set construction for "Guys and Dolls."
06. Sune's weapon is a 7-ton mech, armed with gatling guns, missiles, and an atomic device.
07. I've always wondered what it would be like if Sune learned kage bunshin no jutsu.
Mune(EJ):
01. Oscar Wilde once said "There is a fine line between brilliance and insanity. I have erased that line." EJ has taken that same line and dumped white-out all over it. He then drew a new line, sadomized it, hosed it in sulfuric acid, set it on fire, and obliterated it with optic blasts. EJ and I really only clicked during senior year, before which we barely acknowledged each other. Our shared love of Chrono Trigger, Megaman, and all things wacky has brought us together . . . except when we're at school. Both of us are either too busy or too damn lazy to walk or bus to the other person's school, despite them being very close together.
02. "To Life" from Fiddler on the Roof. I got to pretend to be drunk with EJ on stage right after that song. Whee. "He's gonna be his papa." "HAH!"
03. EJ WOULD have an "insanity glare," some type of powerful psychic technique that could scramble the target's brain and shatter his mind. He SHOULD have the power to teleport, so the visitation problem could be solved.
04. Spontaneous.
05. Again, on stage in Fiddler.
06. EJ's weapon is a massive broadsword with magical powers. A . . . MASAMUNE, maybe? It will be able to change shape instantly at a thought.
07. I've wondered how we'd work together in improv. We'd either block one another or be awesome, I think.
Kristen:
01. Oh, dearest Kristen. One of the biggest sweethearts I know. Sweet, beautiful, and friendly. Most stikingly, she is also a commanding actress. I know I was blown away at "As You Like It." Top off that package with a cuddly and warm demeanor, and you have a rare and wonderful type of girl, yes sir.
02. Agh, drawing a complete blank here . . . Tie Your Mother Down, by Queen.
03. Kristen WOULD have some kind of magical charm ability, but she SHOULD have the power to show her parents who's boss with a little teleportation. "Hey, I'm going out." "No you're not." "Oh yeah?" *BAMF*
I'd do it.
04. Sweet. The girl seriously melts when it rains.
05. Saying good-bye at a party I had the night before I left for college.
06. Kristen's weapon is a dirk, a small dagger used for stabbing. She keeps it hidden, and then when you least expect it, STAB! Your heart is . . . in her pocket. Like battlefield surgery.
07. I've always wondered what Kristen's thinking and feeling. This is a popular one, ne? Cliche' though it may be, I'd like to know what's going on up there. Also, I wonder what it would be like if I could see her more often. Strict household, man.
El-Stevo(Steve):
01. El pollo diablo va! The god of apathy, the crusher of religion teachers, the provider of journals . . . El-Stevo. Few can compare to this guy's level of cool. He's reached such a point that I'm surprised a religion hasn't sprung up around him. Steve knows how to go with the flow . . . for better or worse . . . and I've never really seen him lose his composure. Steve's got that calm power about him; trying to upstage Steve is like fighting the ocean.
02. "Wet Hot American Summer." Steve was quoting it long before I saw it.
03. Steve WOULD have phasing powers to make himself incorporeal, but he SHOULD have extra-resilient lungs to combat the effects of all of his clove cigarettes.
04. Really, Steve's word is simply "cool."
05. Botching the bookshop sketch at the talent show and then somehow making it work anyway. That was pretty cool.
06. Steve's weapon is a rubber chicken. I don't know why, but that's the image in my head right now. Steve running, chicken in hand, with his "game face" on. You know Steve's game face.
07. I've always wondered if Steve thinks I'm a tool, a tool, a tool, an o.k. guy, or a tool. Also, what he'll set fire to next.
Jim:
01. A cool kid indeed, and the reason I have Flash. My TOTALLY LEGAL copy of Flash. Seriously. No, really. *Runs away, leaving behind a log.*
02. Cannibal! the Musical. Why? I don't know.
03. Jim's power WOULD be super amazing |-|4x0r skillz, or the power of l337, but the power he SHOULD have is the ability to cause explosions with his mind. Why pyrokinesis? It's fun and he'd be creative with it. Oh my God, I want a milkshake.
04. "l337" or "hip." As in stylish, not the thing your skirt hangs off of.
05. LAN, hands down. Wintereenmas!
06. Jim's weapon is a railgun, or a piece of a lighting rig.
07. I've always wondered if I could beat Jim at Megaman Battle Network. (My emulator has netplay now . . .)
Jake:
01. The legendary Captain Jake has been my comrade for well over ten years. In that time, we've been slaying zombies, starting fires, cooking pasta, and generally endangering the local populace with our zany antics. We rocked the socks off of the BSA and burned at least three cities when we transformed into giant were-apes by the light of the full moon. Our adventures have sadly been limited since we both started working, as Jake's schedule keeps him at work roughly 29 hours a day. My theory is that if I stay up late enough on the weekends, I should eventually get to do something with him.
02. Jake's movie is "The Tree of Might." Any DBZ movie, really. Cannibal! too.
03. Jake's super powers are all ready many and varried, his most notable being his ability to destroy entire civilizations with a thought. The power he SHOULD have is the ability to clone himself instantly, so someone can go to work for him, another clone can go to school for him, and the real him can hang out with me.
04. Jake's word is "AGGGGGGGH!" It's the best noise he makes.
05. "Go on, do it! Do it now!" There are so many freaking Jake memories. When I think Jake, I have to recall most of the better moments in my childhood . . . and in my current life. Camping trips, bike rides, dangerous drives, crazy adventures . . . tons of chaos with us at the center. We each do a fair share of endangering the other ("Let's explore this new house at Riverboat." "I'm going to drive and eat pasta at the same time."), but we've somehow survived this far. The phenomenon that is our relationship is the basis for the concept of Ninja Pirate Inc.
06. Jake rides into battle with a massive vessel, filled to the brim with weapons. Bazookas, missiles, bricks . . . he's got all the weapons. His favorite close-range weapon is a spatula. A shard spatula.
07. I've always wondered what your freaking girlfriend is like. I've never met her!
SAMMY CORDOVA!(Sam Sugrue):
01. This is an example of first impressions being meaningless. When I first met Sam, I thought that he was the most annoying freaking thing on two legs. This, I believe, is not uncommon. Once his presence was known, he humbled up a bit and we started playing cards. The rest is history. Sam is my constant side-kick, cohort, navigator, and co-pilot. He still over does it occaisionally, and he can still be annoying, but for the most part, he's just a ball of fun. He's a kid with class that knows how to get a room moving, and he makes a great accesory to crazy adventures. The mighty trio of Jake, Sam, and Tony is like a drop-kick of fun to the face.
02. "Shpadoinkle Day" is Sam's song.
03. Sam has the uncanny ability to transform into a being of insanity and chaos. Like Freakazoid, but louder. He SHOULD have the power to alter his appearance at will, like the Chameleon. That way, he would never be caught.
04. "Bwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaahpppp!" The Mrs. Allyn noise.
05. Sam has many moments. His most recent caper is particularly striking, as it caused several car accidents (no one was hurt, and it's technically their fault), but what I remember very well is the adventure I shared with Jake AND Sam. The ultimate combination, we forged a very crazy night that ended with Sam throwing milk at my car. In that night, Jake told his mac and cheese story, Sam confused a clerk on his quest for "yoo-hoos," and Spider-man was added to my car. Also, Rich's pants became a statement of his love for feet.
06. Sam's weapon is a telescoping steel club. He loves that thing.
07. I've always wondered if Sam might really become president some day, and if that will land me any special privs.
Cassie:
01. Oh, Cassie. This is some crazy kind of story, you and me. We made friends during the 1.5 years I spent in the South Hadley school system *shudders* and then parted ways for a good few years. Later, we bump into each other at the fireworks, but nothing really happens there. But then it turns out that you're friends with Amanda, who I met through my church and visited at Rocky Horror, and that you attended class with Jake, my Italio-pirate counterpart. What are the freaking odds of that?
02. "Phantom of the Opera." No surprises there. Your song is "Goldfinger," just to throw you off your stride.
03. Cassie all ready has crazy shape-shifting powers that allow her to morph into a giant bunny, but she could really use the power time travel. Why? I don't freaking know. It's 1 AM and I have to be at work in 4 hours. Get off my llama!
04. Cassie's word is "geek." Since she's a girl, that makes her awesome.
05. Oh, Mr. Symington's class. More recently, painting your room was pretty memorable. Also, seeing you as a giant bunny.
06. Cassie's weapon is a rapier. Subtle, elegant, light. The weapon of choice of Enigo Montaya.
07. I've always wondered how you'd compare the present me to the boy you knew in middle school. Also, I wonder if your boyfriend doesn't like me. Hmm.
Steph:
01. For some reason, Steph frequently finds her computer unable to comment on this blog. Since there is only one IP range currently banned from commenting, and it isn't hers, I can't explain it. In any case, she requested this reverse-quiz informally through AIM. Always allow exceptions for friends.
Hey, I'm not going to lie. I had a MAJOR crush on this chica right here. Even now, there's a little voice in the back of my mind that says "Adam, you are a lucky man" whenever I see her. She is currently one of my bestest friends in the whoooollle world, that she is. She knows me better than most, and understands things I don't even let people know. Steph has been a great anchor for me, and I am incredibly thankful. I tend to keep things locked up, but eventually it overflows and she's always ready with a bucket nearby. My metaphors get progressively weirder.
02. Steph's song is "We'll Meet Again," sung by ole' Johnny Cash. She knows why.
03. Steph all ready has super empathy powers, but she SHOULD have the cloning power. Every household needs a Steph Lepine. Most people would agree that she should have Amy's power as well, but I don't want to come off as some kind of weirdo. I suppose it's too late. >_>
04. "True." Steph is Steph, and Steph will never mislead you.
05. Senior prom, for sure. I was actually in that very room of the Log Cabin tonight, at an Eagle Scout recognition dinner. Oh, the wonderful, increasingly indistinguishable blur that is high school.
06. Steph's weapon is a pair of tonfa. For those of you that don't know, tonfa are the basis for the "night stick" that policeman carry around. They're close, personal weapons that are effective all-around offensively and defensively. They are less powerful than nunchaku, but better controlled.
07. I've always wondered . . . well, some things are best not to be wondered. Mostly, I've always wondered why you agreed to go to the senior prom with me, considering that we didn't know each other at all at the time.
Andrew:
01. Oh, man. Let me try to remember how long I've known this crazy guy. Not as long as Jake, but darn close . . . I was but a wee cub scout at the time. I've known him approximately as long as I've known John Risler . . . but thankfully I've seen much more of Andy than that asshole. *shudder* I should shut up now, before he beats me up.
Anywho, Andy is a big, lovable ball . . . err, stick of joy. Creative, talented as a fox, and genuine. Andrew is also a part of the most amazing family I know, one that is so close-knit that even a wandering atheist might think "God's in that house" as he passes by the Letellier lair. Some special people in there, to be certain, and they've produced a fine boy.
02. Andrew's song is "Daddy Sang Bass," by Johnny Cash. It could be by another person, as Johnny steals most of his work, but I heard him sing it. So there.
03. Andrew's super power is super speed (on road and off) and expandable, rubbery limbs. The power he really SHOULD have is an innate sense of balance on par with Spidey. Timber, buddy.
04. "Lanky." No, just kidding. The word is "bright." Interpret as you will, it fits every meaning I can give the word.
05. Do you remember pogs? Do you remember your house being an underground dealer's row for pogs? I do. Do you remember John when we were little?
. . . what happened to that guy?
06. Andrew's weapon is Caitlin's shoe.
07. I've always wondered how we were so distant in high school. Considering that we played together as kids, it seems odd that we only seemed to see each other at other people's parties. I'm pleased as punch that graduation actually stuck us closer together, and the awkwardness of feeling like a half-friend has melted away. It's also refreshing to see your family.
Cait:
01. A fairly recent friend, Cait was a late addition to the HCHS crew. Like Mich was, but 900% less evil.
Hey, there's your bad-mouthing, Rich. I think Mich is a whore.
Moving on. I actually befriended Cait at about the same time I first started talking to EJ. Oh, the bonds we form so late . . . Cait is the sweetest thing on two legs, and arguably the craziest, too. She completes the package by being downright adorable, a foolish choice that has left her the target of countless "PERA"s (Poorly-Executed Rich Advances.) Regardless, she ends each beating with a happy smile and continues pouring sunshine onto the world. She then has to deal with the fact that Rich enjoys being beaten by pretty women. Ces' la vie.
02. Cait's song is anything from the Muppets Treasure Island movie.
03. Cait's powers generally revolve around communicating with and sustaining "brain weasels," but she SHOULD have some kind of anti-PERA forcefield. Or, better than that, a PERA-reflective coating. Fight fire with fire, the astronauts say.
04. Cait's word is "energy."
05. Most memorable moment, eh? That time we got stranded in Greenland was pretty memorable. We were locked outside in a snowstorm, and you passed out from the cold. I remembered my hypothermia training (I've watched Star Wars) and sliced open a homeless man for you to sleep in. Man, what a crazy thing to explain to the officials the next day! I thought they'd never let us on the plane with your nail clipper and box cutter collection.
Wait. That never happened at all, did it?
06. Cait's weapon is a tub of that green stuff from "Who Framed Roger Rabit?" You know what I'm talking about. She'll make a fine toon-killer.
07. I forgot this the first time. Tee hee. I have always wondered what Cait looked like naked. What? Oh, sorry. I was talking to Rich ten minutes ago, and I seem to have channeled his mojo. Hey, I think I'll go lift something heavy.
Anywho, I've always wondered, in general, how Cait is doing. When she left ole' Worcester, I lost touch with her almost completely. I was worried that she'd move so far and still not be happy, but she seems to have landed on her feet. That makes this one happy, that it does.
Ooh, another Rich thought buzzed into my brain. I wonder how much of her is tanned, heh ho. (That's my attempt to emulate Rich's Jack Black pervert laugh. It's a very poor attempt.)
And now I've succesfully set up a part two to this: I wonder how disturbed Caitlin and the rest of my audience is right now. Send complaints, nude pictures, and death threats to the link on the sidebar marked "contact Zeon."
I'm off to eat a cat.
Monday, May 23, 2005
All right, it's been long enough. I have to post SOMETHING.
Updates in the life of Tony:
- Start work tommorow. I'll bring my sketchbooks for breaks. If I don't have some kind of image ready by the weekend, I'll breakdown and whip up something in Paint. There WILL be a graphical post this weekend.
- Will start writing my play during this week as well. Dear lord, I lack creative focus.
- I am freaking old. I will be 19 in . . . 17 days. Sam is going to be a junior soon. I'm going to be a college sophmore. I'll be 20 before I know. Dear God in heaven, I am afraid. I was hoping to have accomplished a lot more by now.
- Planning to have some kind of party in the near future. When, where, and with who is all up in the air.
- Annual company review was held. Sam's ninja rating downgraded to rank E (loud fool)and revoked. Sam's pirate rating increased to rank B (first mate.)
- Searching for webspace for a NinjaPirateInc. webpage. Any info on some cheap webspace would be well appreciated.
- Completed Megaman Battle Network 3. These games are too freaking long.
- In dire need of people to come to Otakon 2005 with me. Also looking for alternative living arrangements.
- Eating normally again. Take that, wisdom teeth. Only kept me down for a day.
- Lost my mind again. Enjoying myself very much, but creating stress for myself somehow. IDWTDA (I don't want to die alone!) syndrome comes and goes. Try to remind myself that people are icky and have brain lice. This produces an excellent mindset for goth poetry, which will be posted soon.
- Ryan is out of my suite next year. Life is a little brighter.
- I've discovered that I am at least of partial demonic decent. Learned how to spit fire at the elderly.
- Ate some hotpockets. Philly steak and cheese.
- Delivered a woman's baby in the back of a taxi cab. It looked at me funny, so I put it back. Doctors wonder why no one else has tried this before.
- Mixed self-visualizations. Creativity and spontaneity are in check, but feeling very insecure about myself. Wondering how I come off to people, and if I'm too old to hug people so much. Desiring a "am I creepy?" self-test.
- Updated blog with unusually personal sentiments, predictably softened with random nonsense.
- Detonated unit 01 over South Hadley, producing a shower of molten yarn that blinded one man and gave seven people rashes.
- Vented into blogland and slept.
Current Mood: Amorphous. Picture a blob. Kind of unstructured and passive, waiting for some external force to push it a little.
Current Itch: My left shoulder.
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Updates in the life of Tony:
- Start work tommorow. I'll bring my sketchbooks for breaks. If I don't have some kind of image ready by the weekend, I'll breakdown and whip up something in Paint. There WILL be a graphical post this weekend.
- Will start writing my play during this week as well. Dear lord, I lack creative focus.
- I am freaking old. I will be 19 in . . . 17 days. Sam is going to be a junior soon. I'm going to be a college sophmore. I'll be 20 before I know. Dear God in heaven, I am afraid. I was hoping to have accomplished a lot more by now.
- Planning to have some kind of party in the near future. When, where, and with who is all up in the air.
- Annual company review was held. Sam's ninja rating downgraded to rank E (loud fool)and revoked. Sam's pirate rating increased to rank B (first mate.)
- Searching for webspace for a NinjaPirateInc. webpage. Any info on some cheap webspace would be well appreciated.
- Completed Megaman Battle Network 3. These games are too freaking long.
- In dire need of people to come to Otakon 2005 with me. Also looking for alternative living arrangements.
- Eating normally again. Take that, wisdom teeth. Only kept me down for a day.
- Lost my mind again. Enjoying myself very much, but creating stress for myself somehow. IDWTDA (I don't want to die alone!) syndrome comes and goes. Try to remind myself that people are icky and have brain lice. This produces an excellent mindset for goth poetry, which will be posted soon.
- Ryan is out of my suite next year. Life is a little brighter.
- I've discovered that I am at least of partial demonic decent. Learned how to spit fire at the elderly.
- Ate some hotpockets. Philly steak and cheese.
- Delivered a woman's baby in the back of a taxi cab. It looked at me funny, so I put it back. Doctors wonder why no one else has tried this before.
- Mixed self-visualizations. Creativity and spontaneity are in check, but feeling very insecure about myself. Wondering how I come off to people, and if I'm too old to hug people so much. Desiring a "am I creepy?" self-test.
- Updated blog with unusually personal sentiments, predictably softened with random nonsense.
- Detonated unit 01 over South Hadley, producing a shower of molten yarn that blinded one man and gave seven people rashes.
- Vented into blogland and slept.
Current Mood: Amorphous. Picture a blob. Kind of unstructured and passive, waiting for some external force to push it a little.
Current Itch: My left shoulder.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I got lazy again, so I decided to just post the results of a test I took on Jake's LJ. Sadly, the results are so freaking wide they compromise my side-bar, so I've thrown it on a geocities page. It can be accessed here.
Throw me some feedback. Is this accurate? Validate or dispute it for me. It's nice to know how other people see you every once in a while.
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Throw me some feedback. Is this accurate? Validate or dispute it for me. It's nice to know how other people see you every once in a while.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Ooh, lookie here. I haven't updated in quite a while. Caught up in the thrilling whirlwind of summer, I suppose, and it took the removal of my wisdom teeth to settle me down for a break.
I would have drawn a little comic, featuring a big-cheeked, incoherent me, but I'm sorry to report that it would be grossly inaccurate. Compared to my appendectomy and even the removal of my pallet expander, this was nothing. I've slept off the anesthetic (I can't remember leaving the dentist's office, but apparently I walked to the car without accepting any help from my mother. I'm fussy like that,) I've taken tylenol for pain because there really isn't that much, and my bleeding has all stopped now (which tells me I'm still a fast healer.)
So I'm well-rested, virtually unswollen, and rather comfortable. I've been drinking milkshakes and eating jello and butterscotch pudding. I'll be eating chicken tonight and solid foods tommorow. The only detrimental effect of this procedure has been my boredom. Luckily, I have an abundance of comics to read (thanks to Sir Richington) and plenty of violent comics to draw (thanks to Police Captain Douche and Mr. insert-four-letter-word-here at the movie theatre.)
There's even the Megaman animated series, if I'm in a real slump. I really must say that I'm fine though. If I were an idiot, I could go out tonight. That's how good I feel. However, I'm an intelligent psychopath that believes one should have full dental capacity to participate in the fine sport of "people biting," my routine evening activity.
I won't lie to you fine people. As it's summer, I'm destracted more and don't post as often. If you check this site daily, you may consider switching to twice a week or so.
Current Mood: Is there an opposite to "somber?" A word for a reverse-melancholy? Fairly blah and bored but in a happy mood with no real sadness? Is there such a word? I'm going to invent one: posiplacid. I am posiplacid. Or if that sounds stupid, I'm chill.
Current Music: Well, I should put some on, then. Itunes random shuffle has chosen "Dan, the Insurance Salesman" by the Arrogant Worms
Current Disturbing Activity: This is the way we sharpen our swords, sharpen our swords, sharpen our swords. This is the way we sharpen our swords, the night before the invasion.
Edit: Current Random Thought: I have all this shit in my basement that isn't in use. Why am I not having more parties? Someone help me construe a guest list.
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I would have drawn a little comic, featuring a big-cheeked, incoherent me, but I'm sorry to report that it would be grossly inaccurate. Compared to my appendectomy and even the removal of my pallet expander, this was nothing. I've slept off the anesthetic (I can't remember leaving the dentist's office, but apparently I walked to the car without accepting any help from my mother. I'm fussy like that,) I've taken tylenol for pain because there really isn't that much, and my bleeding has all stopped now (which tells me I'm still a fast healer.)
So I'm well-rested, virtually unswollen, and rather comfortable. I've been drinking milkshakes and eating jello and butterscotch pudding. I'll be eating chicken tonight and solid foods tommorow. The only detrimental effect of this procedure has been my boredom. Luckily, I have an abundance of comics to read (thanks to Sir Richington) and plenty of violent comics to draw (thanks to Police Captain Douche and Mr. insert-four-letter-word-here at the movie theatre.)
There's even the Megaman animated series, if I'm in a real slump. I really must say that I'm fine though. If I were an idiot, I could go out tonight. That's how good I feel. However, I'm an intelligent psychopath that believes one should have full dental capacity to participate in the fine sport of "people biting," my routine evening activity.
I won't lie to you fine people. As it's summer, I'm destracted more and don't post as often. If you check this site daily, you may consider switching to twice a week or so.
Current Mood: Is there an opposite to "somber?" A word for a reverse-melancholy? Fairly blah and bored but in a happy mood with no real sadness? Is there such a word? I'm going to invent one: posiplacid. I am posiplacid. Or if that sounds stupid, I'm chill.
Current Music: Well, I should put some on, then. Itunes random shuffle has chosen "Dan, the Insurance Salesman" by the Arrogant Worms
Current Disturbing Activity: This is the way we sharpen our swords, sharpen our swords, sharpen our swords. This is the way we sharpen our swords, the night before the invasion.
Edit: Current Random Thought: I have all this shit in my basement that isn't in use. Why am I not having more parties? Someone help me construe a guest list.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
WHAT DO I DO?
I'm back home, at last.
All ready, I need some feedback. I'm starting another comic after my "flashback" story is completed. I need to know . . . what format would you guys like to see?
1) MS Paint.
2) Hand-drawn.
3) MS Paint for one-shots, but hand-drawn for stories.
4) Try really hard to make a good photoshop project with color.
Leave something for me, aight?
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I'm back home, at last.
All ready, I need some feedback. I'm starting another comic after my "flashback" story is completed. I need to know . . . what format would you guys like to see?
1) MS Paint.
2) Hand-drawn.
3) MS Paint for one-shots, but hand-drawn for stories.
4) Try really hard to make a good photoshop project with color.
Leave something for me, aight?
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Well, even though this blog hardly gets any attention because it doesn't piss off enough people, I'll update.
Oh, look at me, I'm Rich's blog. People get stupidly offended at my opinions and I get passed around like a coked-up hooker! No one will ever visit the Blog of Zeon.
Bleh. You people are a fickle crowd. Bloody lurkers. Someone in Westfield is checking out this page and I want to know who it is.
I digress. I'll be home soon! May 11th marks my return to good ole' South Hadley. I just have a few finals to power through. This will be my last post before I head home.
Q/A time!
Note: A certain "Eddy" who shall remain nameless has vanished when I've been needing to ask him counter-questions. His questions have been answered anyway, but he has some answering to do if he wants future responses.
What's your cellphones ringtone?
It was funk music, but I have a new phone that I haven't bothered to customize. Sadly, it's stock.
What color are your curtians/lack there off (yes, non-existant objects have colors)?
My curtains at home are a lovely blue.
Deep, meaningful question : If you created an anime (thus assuming you took a
serious interest in drawing, and innocently murdering little girls in other states
then returning home), what would the Villian, Hero,
and really-pointless-but-funny-character be like?
First of all, I am not so diluded to consider making an anime or manga. I am an AMERICAN, and as such would make an AMERICAN cartoon or comic. Nevertheless, the answer to all three is: me. Most archetypes can be derived from various aspects of one body. It worked in "Waiting for Godot," right? (Although it's just one theory.) I'd take the villainous side of me (insane, arrogant, cold, manipulative) to make the antagonist, the good side of me (warm, friendly, caring, empathic, brave, resilient) to make the protagonist, and the rest (silly, more insane, aloof) to make the goofy tag-along.
If you uncovered a conspiracy by the resurrected Illuminati to take over the world,
would you try to stop them or try to get a position of power in the new order?
I'd take the winning side and prevent the loss of as much life as I could. Although . . . oh, I'd side with the Illuminati. Change is good! I'd love to build something better. Revolution!
If you could be a character from any Squaresoft game, who would it be and why?
(In this way I eliminate the expected "protoman" answer)
Proto . . . damn it! I'm a big fan of Crono from "Chrono Trigger," myself. He's strong, silent, has a katana, and uses magic. Lightning magic. That is awesome, right there. What's more, he gives his life for his friends and gets it back. How awesome is that? He's my man for sure.
My room smells like Jake, if I paid you, would you clean him?
For $400 I will hose him down, from a distance.
And finally, imagine for a moment that you are a camera. You can freeze any moment
in time on a 4 by 6 inch piece of paper. However, you can only be used once. Which moment?
I'm holding my nephew for the very first time in either of our lives. He is less than an hour old. Before all the problems with my never being able to see him came up, before any of the crap with my stupid brother-in-law happened. Just me and him, with everyone else around, watching. Holding my nephew on the day he was born.
What size shoe do you wear?
9 1/2 or 10, comfortably.
What was the greatest thing about your freshman year at Clark?
Meeting a lot of wonderful people and enjoying new freedoms.
What was the most despicable thing about your freshman year at Clark?
I ended up finding that some people are not so wonderful. I got sucked into the middle of a conflict, and ended up being lied to and used. I've very recently come out of it, feeling very hurt. I've learned some big lessons about trust and people, and they weren't easy to learn.
What's the strangest thing you have stuck in your body?
Hmmm. That would be a notebook. The metal ring just hooked right into me. Whee, I'm Notebook-Man!
What does your favorite pair of underwear look like?
Favorite pair of underwear? What an odd idea. I don't play favorites with undies. That's just strange. My most comfortable pairs are plaid boxers, I guess.
Oatmeal or oatmeal and raisin?
Oatmeal and raisin. Mmm.
Gray or metallic gray?
Metallic gray, baby.
Coke or Pepsi?
Both gross. Pass me a cream soda, biotch.
Underworld or hentai film?
Ugh. Give me the hentai.
Stop sign or detour sign?
Stop, if you're showing me Underworld and hentai.
What turns you on?
Creative people that are able to keep up with my playful, deranged little mind. Oh, and strong women that are also sweet.
What turns you off?
Weak people. Not physically. People that are weak-willed or weak in morals and beliefs. Stupid and beligerent people too.
What is your favorite curse word?
"Fuck." It's just a bloody versatile word, isn't it?
When you get to heaven, what do you want God to say to you?
"You've done a good job. Rest now."
Who are your literary influences?
Douglas Adams. I emulate his style a lot, especially in terms of side-notes and descriptions. Another major influence is James Joyce, the master of stream of consciousness. It can never be too out there if it comes from in here. *taps temple*
What tugs at your heartstrings?
What indeed? Babies, cute animals (if I'm not eating them), Beluga Whales . . . many things pull at my heart strings.
. . . Especially beluga whales. Have you ever seen one? They're so fat and cuuute! I want to squeeze one. The look squishy, but I'll bet they're rubbery.
A good death scene does it for me, like the one in "The Last Samurai," (although it really needed a little . . . bleh!) and most well-done drama can hit me where it counts. Nice hugs make me melt as well, and cuddling in general will reduce me to the human equivilent of goo. And puppies. I am a puppy-man, a puppy-fan, and I have myself a puppy-plan to rule the world.
But really, how can you not warm up to a beluga whale? Look at them! Run a google search or something if you don't know what I'm talking about. They are so cute you want to eat their faces. I know that's not something people should usually say, but there's no denying it.
What a strange answer I've concocted.
What is you ideal death?
Ahh, yes. Honor is in the living, not the dying, I say. I don't care how I die. It's the end of the journey, and the journey is what matters. Still, the question must be answered: I want a long, painful death.
Yep, you heard it. No going in my sleep. No sweet deliverance from suffering. I want the pain. I want the agony. I want it all.
Am I insane, you ask? Maybe. Or maybe I understand better than some people. What need have I for relief at death? In essence, death is the ULTIMATE relief. Feeling is the only proof we have that we're alive! How could I miss the last experience of my life? Give me discomfort, GIVE ME PAIN! Do NOT give me a passive fading. That would just not suit me at all. Touch that plug and I will crush you.
That's all for now, kids! Hope to see you over the summer!
Current Mood: UGH.
Current Music: Zeppelin
Current Distraction from Life: Candy.
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Oh, look at me, I'm Rich's blog. People get stupidly offended at my opinions and I get passed around like a coked-up hooker! No one will ever visit the Blog of Zeon.
Bleh. You people are a fickle crowd. Bloody lurkers. Someone in Westfield is checking out this page and I want to know who it is.
I digress. I'll be home soon! May 11th marks my return to good ole' South Hadley. I just have a few finals to power through. This will be my last post before I head home.
Q/A time!
Note: A certain "Eddy" who shall remain nameless has vanished when I've been needing to ask him counter-questions. His questions have been answered anyway, but he has some answering to do if he wants future responses.
What's your cellphones ringtone?
It was funk music, but I have a new phone that I haven't bothered to customize. Sadly, it's stock.
What color are your curtians/lack there off (yes, non-existant objects have colors)?
My curtains at home are a lovely blue.
Deep, meaningful question : If you created an anime (thus assuming you took a
serious interest in drawing, and innocently murdering little girls in other states
then returning home), what would the Villian, Hero,
and really-pointless-but-funny-character be like?
First of all, I am not so diluded to consider making an anime or manga. I am an AMERICAN, and as such would make an AMERICAN cartoon or comic. Nevertheless, the answer to all three is: me. Most archetypes can be derived from various aspects of one body. It worked in "Waiting for Godot," right? (Although it's just one theory.) I'd take the villainous side of me (insane, arrogant, cold, manipulative) to make the antagonist, the good side of me (warm, friendly, caring, empathic, brave, resilient) to make the protagonist, and the rest (silly, more insane, aloof) to make the goofy tag-along.
If you uncovered a conspiracy by the resurrected Illuminati to take over the world,
would you try to stop them or try to get a position of power in the new order?
I'd take the winning side and prevent the loss of as much life as I could. Although . . . oh, I'd side with the Illuminati. Change is good! I'd love to build something better. Revolution!
If you could be a character from any Squaresoft game, who would it be and why?
(In this way I eliminate the expected "protoman" answer)
Proto . . . damn it! I'm a big fan of Crono from "Chrono Trigger," myself. He's strong, silent, has a katana, and uses magic. Lightning magic. That is awesome, right there. What's more, he gives his life for his friends and gets it back. How awesome is that? He's my man for sure.
My room smells like Jake, if I paid you, would you clean him?
For $400 I will hose him down, from a distance.
And finally, imagine for a moment that you are a camera. You can freeze any moment
in time on a 4 by 6 inch piece of paper. However, you can only be used once. Which moment?
I'm holding my nephew for the very first time in either of our lives. He is less than an hour old. Before all the problems with my never being able to see him came up, before any of the crap with my stupid brother-in-law happened. Just me and him, with everyone else around, watching. Holding my nephew on the day he was born.
What size shoe do you wear?
9 1/2 or 10, comfortably.
What was the greatest thing about your freshman year at Clark?
Meeting a lot of wonderful people and enjoying new freedoms.
What was the most despicable thing about your freshman year at Clark?
I ended up finding that some people are not so wonderful. I got sucked into the middle of a conflict, and ended up being lied to and used. I've very recently come out of it, feeling very hurt. I've learned some big lessons about trust and people, and they weren't easy to learn.
What's the strangest thing you have stuck in your body?
Hmmm. That would be a notebook. The metal ring just hooked right into me. Whee, I'm Notebook-Man!
What does your favorite pair of underwear look like?
Favorite pair of underwear? What an odd idea. I don't play favorites with undies. That's just strange. My most comfortable pairs are plaid boxers, I guess.
Oatmeal or oatmeal and raisin?
Oatmeal and raisin. Mmm.
Gray or metallic gray?
Metallic gray, baby.
Coke or Pepsi?
Both gross. Pass me a cream soda, biotch.
Underworld or hentai film?
Ugh. Give me the hentai.
Stop sign or detour sign?
Stop, if you're showing me Underworld and hentai.
What turns you on?
Creative people that are able to keep up with my playful, deranged little mind. Oh, and strong women that are also sweet.
What turns you off?
Weak people. Not physically. People that are weak-willed or weak in morals and beliefs. Stupid and beligerent people too.
What is your favorite curse word?
"Fuck." It's just a bloody versatile word, isn't it?
When you get to heaven, what do you want God to say to you?
"You've done a good job. Rest now."
Who are your literary influences?
Douglas Adams. I emulate his style a lot, especially in terms of side-notes and descriptions. Another major influence is James Joyce, the master of stream of consciousness. It can never be too out there if it comes from in here. *taps temple*
What tugs at your heartstrings?
What indeed? Babies, cute animals (if I'm not eating them), Beluga Whales . . . many things pull at my heart strings.
. . . Especially beluga whales. Have you ever seen one? They're so fat and cuuute! I want to squeeze one. The look squishy, but I'll bet they're rubbery.
A good death scene does it for me, like the one in "The Last Samurai," (although it really needed a little . . . bleh!) and most well-done drama can hit me where it counts. Nice hugs make me melt as well, and cuddling in general will reduce me to the human equivilent of goo. And puppies. I am a puppy-man, a puppy-fan, and I have myself a puppy-plan to rule the world.
But really, how can you not warm up to a beluga whale? Look at them! Run a google search or something if you don't know what I'm talking about. They are so cute you want to eat their faces. I know that's not something people should usually say, but there's no denying it.
What a strange answer I've concocted.
What is you ideal death?
Ahh, yes. Honor is in the living, not the dying, I say. I don't care how I die. It's the end of the journey, and the journey is what matters. Still, the question must be answered: I want a long, painful death.
Yep, you heard it. No going in my sleep. No sweet deliverance from suffering. I want the pain. I want the agony. I want it all.
Am I insane, you ask? Maybe. Or maybe I understand better than some people. What need have I for relief at death? In essence, death is the ULTIMATE relief. Feeling is the only proof we have that we're alive! How could I miss the last experience of my life? Give me discomfort, GIVE ME PAIN! Do NOT give me a passive fading. That would just not suit me at all. Touch that plug and I will crush you.
That's all for now, kids! Hope to see you over the summer!
Current Mood: UGH.
Current Music: Zeppelin
Current Distraction from Life: Candy.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Hey, everybody! I am back after a very enjoyable weekend at Anime Boston. I bought some stuff, had some laughs, and lost some sleep. Yay.
First off, here's the damn color comic I made. I got sick of tinkering with it, so it's nothing special. It's linked because it's simply too damn big to fit here without killing my sidebar. I like my sidebar, however in need of updating it may be.
My good friend Mr. Yatpay took some great pictures of Anime Boston. Be sure to check them out, as well as the rest of his wonderful site.
Because I really am too lazy to post my own pictures when my friends did a better job, here are some more at Mike's page.
What did we do? Well, we watched an audience-participation hentai dubbing, watched yaoi on the big screen, hung out with a heavily intoxicated Mcheed (a Naruto comedy AMV creator that got smashed during a panel), and cut meat with a can of fruit cocktail. Mcheed is really awesome, by the way.
Why hentai? Why yaoi? It was late, there was nothing to do, and it was DAMN funny. The film was called "My Sexual Harrasment." Here are some great lines:
"I'm not gay!"
"Neither am I. Sometimes you need to be willing to do odd things to excel in the business world."
"You're so cute."
(After revealing that the main character must sleep with the president of another company to secure a merger and also after undressing in the middle of a board room to have sex on the table:)
"Welcome to the world of elite business men."
*shudder*
I met Tim Buckley briefly for an autographed copy of his first book, which was cool. I looked around for the Bizarre Uprising/Entertaindome crew, but came up empty. I think we slept too late.
Oh! The best was the panel with Scott McNeil. For those of you who don't recognize the name, he's a voice actor that's been in . . . basically EVERY cartoon you've ever watched. Off the top of my head, he's done:
Various voices in DBZ, including Piccolo.
The voice of Protoman in the original Megaman cartoon. W00t!
Duo in Gundam Wing.
Silverbolt, Dinobot, Waspinator, and Rattrap from Transformers: Beast Wars.
Wolverine. All X-men cartoons featuring Wolverine. It was him.
And of course, hundreds more. Literally, maybe even thousands. The man is a vocal whore. He was really fun, and I'm told that he reminds people of me . . . if I were constantly speaking, overly energetic, and basically not me. Thanks, JP.
Overall, the convention was fun.
Q/A is coming, once I get counter-questions out and answered. It will be included in the next post.
Current Mood: Tired.
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First off, here's the damn color comic I made. I got sick of tinkering with it, so it's nothing special. It's linked because it's simply too damn big to fit here without killing my sidebar. I like my sidebar, however in need of updating it may be.
My good friend Mr. Yatpay took some great pictures of Anime Boston. Be sure to check them out, as well as the rest of his wonderful site.
Because I really am too lazy to post my own pictures when my friends did a better job, here are some more at Mike's page.
What did we do? Well, we watched an audience-participation hentai dubbing, watched yaoi on the big screen, hung out with a heavily intoxicated Mcheed (a Naruto comedy AMV creator that got smashed during a panel), and cut meat with a can of fruit cocktail. Mcheed is really awesome, by the way.
Why hentai? Why yaoi? It was late, there was nothing to do, and it was DAMN funny. The film was called "My Sexual Harrasment." Here are some great lines:
"I'm not gay!"
"Neither am I. Sometimes you need to be willing to do odd things to excel in the business world."
"You're so cute."
(After revealing that the main character must sleep with the president of another company to secure a merger and also after undressing in the middle of a board room to have sex on the table:)
"Welcome to the world of elite business men."
*shudder*
I met Tim Buckley briefly for an autographed copy of his first book, which was cool. I looked around for the Bizarre Uprising/Entertaindome crew, but came up empty. I think we slept too late.
Oh! The best was the panel with Scott McNeil. For those of you who don't recognize the name, he's a voice actor that's been in . . . basically EVERY cartoon you've ever watched. Off the top of my head, he's done:
Various voices in DBZ, including Piccolo.
The voice of Protoman in the original Megaman cartoon. W00t!
Duo in Gundam Wing.
Silverbolt, Dinobot, Waspinator, and Rattrap from Transformers: Beast Wars.
Wolverine. All X-men cartoons featuring Wolverine. It was him.
And of course, hundreds more. Literally, maybe even thousands. The man is a vocal whore. He was really fun, and I'm told that he reminds people of me . . . if I were constantly speaking, overly energetic, and basically not me. Thanks, JP.
Overall, the convention was fun.
Q/A is coming, once I get counter-questions out and answered. It will be included in the next post.
Current Mood: Tired.
