Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

The day has finally come for me to head off to visit the peeps down in Oz. I have packed many wondrous treasures, excluding all but the most magical and delicious of items as my cats looked on in rapt fascination.

I believe that somehow they've begun to ken just exactly when I'm about to leave on my little jaunts. All of them have been hanging around my packing area all morning, despite the fact that the rest of the house offers substantively cooler temperatures. It is possible that they wished to accompany me, actually; at one point Cleo climbed into my suitcase and laid down as if to impart that she were claiming the space for her own mysterious feline passtimes. It was sadly not to be, however- my suitcase is quite large, and she leapt from within before I could pull the zipper closed.

So mates, you'll have me but not my kitties. Alas.

I do have a three hour stop at Vancouver airport while I wait for the lovely people at Air Canada to ready my illustrious vessel, so drabble requests are your perogative, ladies and gents.

I'll attempt to amuse myself with them on the plane, if nothing else.

If you're around the neighborhood, don't hesitiate to shoot me an email or leave a comment. I'll be staying with Wrat and Leareth in Sydney and hitting Cairns for some diving around about the 23rd of August.

See y'all in a month!

I got a new short sleeved dress(?) shirt (Well, more casual really. Got a shoulder pocket for a doobie and isn't exactly something you'd wear to the office, but I digress.) that I'm planning on wearing in Ecuador. It looks hot and fits great, and.... has a picture of Fidel Castro on it with the words "REBEL LIBERATOR OR DICTATOR?" emblazoned above it.

For the last half hour I've been on google making sure it doesn't offend anyone in the country I'm going to.

SEE TITLE, WTF.

I got RE5 today. And didn't have time to play more than a few hours of it since Ari has to work tomorrow and I have class at 1:00 but but but

HHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH NGH NGH OH GOD OH YES OH GOD.

Argh. Lesson learned. Never preordering from Amazon.ca again.

Delivery estimate for RE5: Mar 26 2009

Edit: lol you guys. The comments for this entry, in order, read, "Ouch. NO BALLS. D: "

Put up Main/Shinji fst. Go take a look if you're so inclined.

..And even if you're not, I promise you'll get some good music out of it.

It's been a while since I've had to come out about anything.

The last time I did, I was about fifteen or sixteen. I was coming out as bisexual, and it wasn't an ordeal; I let it be known to a private circle of my closest friends, and let people react as they would. It was well-recieved, and to date I've never had a problem regarding people's knowledge of this fact.

Now that I have to do it again... it feels the same. Like I shouldn't (and I shouldn't need to) make an announcement for the entire world. I should just go about my life as I always do and let people find out about me on their own time... or perhaps never find out. Ideally, that is what I'd do, and sadly life isn't ideal. I can't just settle in this time and have people gradually warm up to me, because on the internet there are those of you I've met and I've talked to who know me as someone different from who I am. Those of you here can't see me in real life- either often or at all. You can't recognize changes in me and react accordingly, simply because you are not here to witness them.

For you, I need to come out.

I am agendered. Not male or female, but both and neither. The person I see in my mind's eye is not the person I see in the mirror.

What that means to me, at the moment, is that I'm going to endeavor with whatever resources I have to make the me in my head match the me on the outside. It means I currently bind my chest in public. It means in the future I'm probably going to start testosterone injections. It means I'm considering chest masculinization surgery. It means that in the future I might ask you all to refer to me as "he".

What it means to you is that I don't want you to refer to me as female anymore.

I'd appreciate it if you will all try - and I know it's a difficult thing for me to ask of you - to avoid pronouns for now. I'd be immensely grateful.

Thank you.

Ugggh. In horrible pain and unable to eat. Just going to go die now.

First comes love, then comes forgiveness...
But a widowed military man struggling during the Depression doesn't have much faith in either, until he meets fiery Raido Kuzunoha in New York City at the boardinghouse they share. He's an international jet-setter who could love his boy and heal his own heart- but how can Shohei Narumi trust a adventurous man in the profession he blames for his greatest loss?
Raido Kuzunoha understands Shohei Narumi's pain. He has his own secret anguish, and believes his dreams of a husband and child are beyond reach. Still, he can pretend when he asks him to play his temporary fiance to protect his son. And if Yatagarasu would grant him one miracle, he knows exactly what his adventurous heart is yearning for....

lol

davethebrave made me.

Your attention please.

Those of you involved in rp communities here on lj have likely already noticed that there has been a rash of serial adders under different journals of late. These users, for example, may have been popping up to add one or all of your character journals, as well as many of your friends'. This usually occurs once or twice and may involve all or part of the members of a community. This is an alert that these journals are likely promoting a pyramid scheme and should be reported to lj abuse immediately. [ http://www.livejournal.com/abuse/report.bml ]

Please copy and paste this message into your own journal or on your communities to inform others. The offer these journals are promoting is a scam, with the intent of preying upon younger or more naive livejournal users, and it is a violation of the terms of service.

Thank you.

LJ is still not letting me post properly and it's getting really fucking BALLS. I keep having to type these up in wordpad.

So, Korean food with

marri was pretty much awesome. When we arrived it was absolutely packed, and consequently the service was a bit slow to start off with. In fact, there was even a bit of waiting to get a table. Honestly though, that part was not terribly unpleasant- we were in a good position to people-watch out the glass front of the restaurant and be watched in return.

It was actually a little heartwarming, in a manner of speaking. In my case the people mainly doing the watching were a couple of bright-eyed and adorable asian children who couldn't have been more than 2 and 3. They noticed us straight away - not a minute after we sat down to wait - and the older of the two (a girl with long hair and an enraptured smile) pointed at me in a manner that translates across all languages: a very clear and definite, "Mommy, look!" They were admonished of course, but that didn't stop it at all. The pointing continued until the girl was bodily turned back around in her seat.

Now, normally I percieve children rationally. I recognize them as the vile, germ-ridden, disgusting little beasts they are. However, I do remember being a child myself. It may or may not be in keeping with the majority of adults, but my childhood memories are the most numerous and vivid that I have. And children, being what they are, generally point and look at an object or person because they've found something out of the ordinary and wondrous to their pliable little brains. This, I can't begrudge. In fact, I'm usually glad to have earned it. To my mind that look means I've planted an image and given them a concept they've never had before, even if they're not sure entirely what they're looking at yet. Pointing means they deem it interesting enough to ask what it is they are seeing. There's no telling, usually, if they'll remember what it is they wanted to ask by the time five minutes has passed, but this was not one of those usual moments.

A little later in our dining experience, as eating was winding down, the second of the two children - the younger who I'd guess was possibly one and a half, still toddling along with the help of adult hands - passed by our table on what I must assume was a trip to the bathroom. As he noticed me he raised his hand once more and pointed, looking up at the man I assumed to be his father.

Something in my mind registered a tiny, personal triumph.

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

Black coffee, a half melted chardonnay truffle, and thin crust pizza dough rising on the stove.

Cleo is sitting on the windowsill while I read my biology textbook.

"Sea stars, sea urchins, and other echinoderms... may seem to have little in common with phylum Chordata, which includes the vertebrates- animals which have a backbone. In fact, however..."

...in fact, however.

IN FACT, HOWEVER.

If I come out of the sciences with my grammar intact, I am going to consider it a miracle.

I was about to post a big growly post about how I'm tired and bawwwww life and sundry, but I just found a loonie on a chair.

Loonie. :3

* * *

People watching is one of my favorite things to do, and I've got the best setup going on here in my corner, sequestered away by a vending machine. People purchase coffee every now and again, and construction workers are sitting down to lunch. Two girls walk toward the lounge clutching beverage cups, their eyebrows raise, and they turn straight around again in perfect unison with their noses tilted up ever so slightly. Too crowded.

A heavyset manboy with facial growth - who wears a hat that you might imagine on a hobbyist lake fisherman - walks with an uneven, tilting gait, down the full length of the lobby. It's like his gut is propelling his entire body forward. He looks furitively around him as he goes- as if on some level he's aware that I'm watching him. I notice that he favors his right leg before he passes from my line of sight.

Everyone who enters from the side door at the opposite end of the hall (coming in from the old Elliot wing) paces around with alert expressions. Their eyebrows pull up and crinkle their foreheads, and their mouths open slightly as they glance up, down, to the side in quick motions. They look perpetually lost, but walk fast to cover it; this is a new building after all.

I and every other guy in here look up when a pretty girl gets up to leave, our eyes all centered in the same concentrated effort to see as much as we can of her ass before she rounds the corner.

We resume our business as soon as she is gone.

Brokencyde - Freaxxx (Music Video) from Eat Cake Films on Vimeo.

I have never seen better performance art, yet sources claim these fellows are serious musicians. Either way, the comment list on the website is the clearest litmus test for over and under 13 that I have ever seen in my life.

Some of the larger aquatic species mate by penis fencing, a duel in which each tries to impregnate the other, and the loser adopts the female role of developing the eggs.

In the next life, I'm coming back as a Pseudobiceros bedfordian.

This time a dish that isn't vegetarian, but mostly contains vegetable protien.

One Pot Lamb Dinner (Soup)

1/2 yellow onion
1 medium carrot
1 stalk celery
1/2 cup cabbage
1 can of mixed beans (mine was chickpea, kidney beans, black eyed peas and romanos)
1 can of V-GO (v8 juice)
the V-GO can refilled with water
2/3 cup lamb stock
lamb bone with leftover meat attached (optional)
1/3 cup macaroni noodles
1 tbsp paprika
1 tsp thyme
4 cloves garlic
2 tbsp mint jelly (no, I'm not kidding)
salt and pepper to taste

Dice vegetables and garlic and add to pot with 1 tbsp lamb stock, cook until slightly softened. Add remaining ingredients and simmer until the vegetables and macaroni are fully cooked. Serve with soft bread and butter, or corn muffins.

Note: Yes, the mint jelly sounds like a silly ingredient, but it really does make this soup. Lamb and mint are a classic combination, and the sweetness of the jelly truly mellows the full flavor of the broth.

In 2009,

ariseishirou resolves to...

Ask my boss for a seishirou.
Go to raidou every Sunday.
Take evening classes in cyberpunk.
Backup my persona regularly.
Admit my true feelings to

mithrigil.
Stop fencing with

sixblackcandles.

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