<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:50:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>It is just what the title says. My rambling thoughts about important and unimportant things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-84651663</id><published>2002-11-16T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T23:03:57.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain lives &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wingedkamui"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because my school dislikes Blogger immensely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-84651663?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/84651663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/84651663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84651663' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83710094</id><published>2002-10-29T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T02:14:57.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm completely sick of raving about The Serpentine Chain in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best fic ever written, ever...&lt;br /&gt;I love it...&lt;br /&gt;and everyone should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore just did something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to steal the author's brain, and stick it in my own head... and write fanfics like this one... with niftyness, and HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode II and LotR expanded edition DVDs are coming out within two days of each other, I think... there goes my money... SO exciting...&lt;br /&gt;also HP2...  must make costume too.. nerdity.. to tired for complete sentences or sensemaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must finish fic! Oh, these slytherins are so adorable... Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall send this fic to everyone i know.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plural of ninja is ninja. (this has nothing to do with the fic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, no quiz today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83710094?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83710094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83710094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83710094' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83641179</id><published>2002-10-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T19:24:29.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kyoliciousness/quizzes/Whose%20Pants%20Would%20You%20Steal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kyoliciousness/1035439825_pantskyo.jpg" border="0" alt="kyopants"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Whose Pants Would You Steal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83641179?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83641179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83641179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83641179' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83587021</id><published>2002-10-27T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:04:44.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?WingedKamui"&gt;Click it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83587021?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83587021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83587021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83587021' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83586996</id><published>2002-10-27T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:03:47.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?WingedKamui"&gt;Click it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83586996?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83586996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83586996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83586996' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83466520</id><published>2002-10-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T09:36:16.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come... blogger never works?&lt;br /&gt;I just want my shitty entry posted so I can continue typing my paper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83466520?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83466520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83466520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83466520' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83466279</id><published>2002-10-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T09:35:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look! It is another fucking quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sharonsgoddess/quizzes/which%20member%20of%20Dir%20en%20Grey%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1031709811_CWINDOWSDesktopMyPicturesdirkaokaoru034.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which member of Dir en Grey are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change the name of this blog... "My Thoughts" becomes, "My retarded quiz results"... or "My 'I should be typing a paper but instead I'm filling the internet with shit' blog"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kyoliciousness/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Fangirl%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kyoliciousness/1035362101_yaoitastic.jpg" border="0" alt="yaoitastic"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Fangirl are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83466279?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83466279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83466279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83466279' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83429027</id><published>2002-10-23T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T15:56:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vondenfeen/quizzes/Which%20main%20Mists%20of%20Avalon%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vondenfeen/1035408650_uizmordred.jpg" border="0" alt="You're%20not%20evil%2C%20you're%20destined."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which main Mists of Avalon character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha ha ha  ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm making myself late for class... I still have to change, too. Ah, tragedy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83429027?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83429027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83429027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83429027' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83386501</id><published>2002-10-22T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T20:36:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything worse than being absorbed in an absolutely brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=631464"&gt;fanfic&lt;/a&gt; that is supposed to take place in the 1940s, not to mention in the Harry Potter universe... and suddenly, someone quotes &lt;i&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83386501?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83386501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83386501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83386501' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83283893</id><published>2002-10-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T22:41:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. there was no Jrock cosplay at fright fest on friday. There was intead, spending all my money on a video game at a mall and still not getting past level three, and never being able to find the game again because the mall is in another state and I don't know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. that is the mall that I cannot locate, not the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Missy are my gods. If Laura and Missy had pinizez, I would be on my knees turning them blue with my Manalicous J-rock lips. This is the good thing I am saying about them in my blog... it will come back and haunt me someday when I am running for public office. So that is the esteem I hold you in, Laura and Missy.. I am giving up my illustrious career in the Imperial Senate for you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Thaks for the gas money. ^____________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Harry Potter movie coming out in less than a month... I must make a costume and find the theater that the TV crews will be at. Last movie, I was at the theater but had no costume, so I wasn't even in a background shot. I must proclaim my nerdity by proudly going on the airwaves dressed like a fictional character and saying something completely retarded like... "Sean Biggerstaff r0xx0rs my p4ntz b4ckw4rdz!"&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cracked open a HP picture book the other day. It seems we're too be treated to Draco lounging nonchalantly on a couch, and Snape sending Lockhart flying ass-over-heels into the air. Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the extreme stupidity of this post... tomorrow I'm going out shopping... for an outfit... for my character. Me = dork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get stupider yet... I could coo about how cute my fish are...but I'm tired,and I should have been to sleep half an hour ago. So I'll just say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an oranda, it's very cute, it's red and white spotted and is quite small, but has some nice head growth. It has no name yet, though it looks a bit like a Cederic or a St. Vier. Any other suggestions are welcome... I am just too lazy to name that fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sites.onlinemac.com/kelsey/jrock-quirk/klahaeyebrow.jpg" width="200" height="120" alt="I am perfect. I am better than you."&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83283893?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83283893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83283893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83283893' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83097443</id><published>2002-10-16T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T20:06:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/grindylowe/sexed.html"&gt;FUNNY.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have twelve hours and twenty eight minutes to learn the history of America since 1877. I feel confident and poised. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-rock cosplay at Fright Fest on Friday... ^____________________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83097443?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83097443' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83056683</id><published>2002-10-16T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T04:29:51.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just written the most incoherent piece of bullshit midterm essay I've ever produced.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I'd smashed the huge spider I just saw on a piece of typing paper and handed it in, it would make a better essay than my craptacular paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to sleep for 20 minutes now.... then go to work and do the rest of my homework there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it is? That's right... more god damn King Arthur reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this time I won't become fascinated with &lt;i&gt;le Mort d'Arthur&lt;/i&gt; and spend 3 hours trying to look up the part where Lancelot unhorses Mordred with a blow so mighty that mordred's head gets stuck in the ground... because all the reading I have to do for class is impossibly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best &lt;i&gt;Mort d'Arthur&lt;/i&gt; quote EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here lieth Sir Patrise of Ireland, slain by Sir Pyonel le Savage who poisoned apples to have slain Sir Gawain. And by misfortune did Sir Patrise ate one of those apples and suddenly he burst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83056683?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83056683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83056683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83056683' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-83055979</id><published>2002-10-16T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T03:55:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF... I'm so sick of these page not displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be writing a paper... or sleeping.. but I just can't do either.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucking King Arthur, why did he have to exist or not exist or whatever the fuck he did that makes him so fucking worthy of me having to write a paper about him?&lt;br /&gt;And what the fucking fuck is Wal-mart thinking, scheduling me until 11pm and then at 7 the next morning?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/bender.jpg" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/"&gt;Which Colossal Death Robot Are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/homosexual/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/homosexual/alexanderthegreat.jpg" title="Doing it Greek style since 356 BC." border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/homosexual/"&gt;Which Famous Homosexual are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for friday... I may go to Fright Fest w/ Laura &amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/main/2002/10/14/38142.html"&gt;Ha ha ha ha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get up in 1/2 hour. v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-83055979?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83055979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/83055979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83055979' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82810596</id><published>2002-10-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T14:45:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Pacific Grove, California, it is illegal to molest butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82810596?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82810596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82810596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82810596' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82809300</id><published>2002-10-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T14:16:27.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was a crappy day... very crappy. I don't know where my wallet is, if it's at home, in my friend's car, at the diner we ate at last night, or what...&lt;br /&gt;My paycheck was pathetic, but at least i can pay my tuition now...&lt;br /&gt;I should probably drag my ass down to the cash office and do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be an alchemist. Too bad I suck at lab work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82809300?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82809300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82809300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82809300' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82808131</id><published>2002-10-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T13:49:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be an alchemist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82808131?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82808131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82808131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82808131' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82643598</id><published>2002-10-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T09:56:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days have been exhausting. I am ready to fall asleep where I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma tricked me ruthlessly into playing piano for an audience. I made many mistakes... most of them went unnoticed, I think.. although some of them were painfully glaring. The Chocobo theme was well-recieved, X-Japan slightly less so. I managed to weasel my way out of playing the entire score of Phantom of the Opera. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 10 people staying in a house that four find uncomfortably crowded. They're going home tomorrow. Then I will get to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.. since I still have to finish hallowe'en costume #1, and then make some nifty armored gauntlets for hallowe'en costume #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blurring, and I can't even read this fanfic that is in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotically, I signed off the internet before I got a chance to post this. I'll probably read it tomorrow and find it completely inane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll add a couple quiz results and post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.nyu.edu/~amw243/fiction/fic/gwyneth_obsession.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a fanfic. It's a bit clichéd, but not entirely bad. It's Snape/Lupin, so I'm linking it for Wicko, and it's Lucius/Snape, so I'm linking it for Queenie. Also, the last line is hilarious... so this is a reminder to myself to add it to my ridiculous list of stupid AIM away messages. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Kendo class because of work. I despise Wal-mart. One never gets whacked in the head while cutting fabric... But if I'm going to spend the rest of my life as a blue vested drone, I want to at least be one that can make a passable  &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; cut.  And I probably &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; going to spend the rest of my life in the soulless ranks of the Wal-Mart collective, as nobody's seen fit to drop a sack of gold into my lap so I can pay for school and eat at the same time... and unfortunately, I need to burn food as energy... so  I can drag myself to UWM's business office every week and give them what change remains in my pocket after I'm finished with the important business...&lt;br /&gt;... of buying doujinshi on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I really am an idiot, aren't I? v &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82643598?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82643598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82643598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82643598' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82405066</id><published>2002-10-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T23:35:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6.10 PM today... my grandfather passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work just as the funeral home people were taking him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to type here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82405066?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82405066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82405066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82405066' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82357213</id><published>2002-10-01T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T02:38:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I said I was going to bed. &lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt came today... I suppose that's why I was ordered to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever tells me anything. If I'd known I was cleaning for a reason, I might've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared for class... but then, I never am.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go to the computer lab after work to do my reading.. because getting it done in the hour between work and class on wednesday just isn't cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82357213?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82357213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82357213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82357213' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82355665</id><published>2002-10-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:16:50.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kamui/quizzes/What's%20your%20Final%20Fantasy%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033502183_CWINDOWSDesktopFF7.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your Final Fantasy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that... I made a quiz. It's stupid. It's full of typos. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82355665?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82355665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82355665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82355665' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82351415</id><published>2002-09-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T02:08:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/zortified/quizzes/Which%20ArchAngel%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033209240_mikepic.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which ArchAngel are you most like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/Which%20Utena%20couple%20are%20%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033393231_iztsresult.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Utena couple are  you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Skeezix/quizzes/Which%20of%20Skeezix's%20Favorite%20Final%20Fantasy%20Badboys%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033493421_fus_banner.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which of Skeezix's Favorite Final Fantasy Badboys are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82351415?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82351415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82351415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82351415' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82351294</id><published>2002-09-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T22:26:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/fortunemain.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/images/fortune/8.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://ramsites.net/~s2varope/net/fortunemain.html"&gt; Come get your fortune read!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOU! NOT MY SUSPENDERS!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82351294?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82351294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82351294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82351294' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82305261</id><published>2002-09-30T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T01:50:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I conistently could not tell right from left in Kendo class.&lt;br /&gt;12 times, I aimed for the head and missed completely.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up a do strike very badly, and ended up smacking the hell out of the sensei... and not in the armor, like a do strike should be.. but across his (unprotected) arm and shoulder. oops...&lt;br /&gt;I got my shinai stuck in someone's sleeve while attempting a kote strike, and ended up falling on my face instead of following through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, not one of my finer moments.&lt;br /&gt;Then I left my shinai at someone's house. D'oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82305261?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82305261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82305261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82305261' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82305259</id><published>2002-09-30T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T01:50:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I conistently could not tell right from left in Kendo class.&lt;br /&gt;12 times, I aimed for the head and missed completely.&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up a do strike very badly, and ended up smacking the hell out of the sensei... and not in the armor, like a do strike should be.. but across his (unprotected) arm and shoulder. oops...&lt;br /&gt;I got my shinai stuck in someone's sleeve while attempting a kote strike, and ended up falling on my face instead of following through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, not one of my finer moments.&lt;br /&gt;Then I left my shinai at someone's house. D'oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82305259?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82305259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82305259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82305259' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82131556</id><published>2002-09-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T21:58:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've messed up my brain completely. What was I thinking, naming my goldfish after the Quidditch captains?&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I try to read fanfic, it comes out horribly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish!Oliver: *blubblub* *eateateat*&lt;br /&gt;Fish!Percy: *swims around aimlessly in his bowl*&lt;br /&gt;Fish!Quirrel: *bites Fish!DarkLord's fin*&lt;br /&gt;Fish!DarkLord: *swims, and ponders whether he is Vader, Voldemort, Sauron, or some other highly collectible villian* *eats some flakes*&lt;br /&gt;Fish!Faramir: *is left out, because he is a Lord of the Rings Betta, not a Harry Potter goldfish*&lt;br /&gt;Dead!Fish!Marcus: *plays Innagadadavida on his angelic dead-fish harp with one fin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that randomness is over, I have 20 minutes to kill until I can rescue my car from the car-park without paying its ransom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes... so tired. I think I'll crash the car into something on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes. I accidentally closed the fanfic I was reading, and now I can't remember where it was.&lt;br /&gt;That's ok, it was by someone I remember from the Gundam Wing fandom, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;There's something I could do to obliterate 13 minutes of time.. rant about how despicable the gundam wing fandom is.&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes. People should learn something about characterization... and about humans not having major arteries up their butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes. I've given up on trying to find a fic by Trakal aka Sephiroth to use as an example. All I can find is an MST of her infamous Giant Robot x 15yr old boy story.. and that's caused me to claw my eyes out in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes. Time to check how many of my ebay bids I've lost... Bet you're sick of this countdown, right? I know I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82131556?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82131556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82131556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82131556' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82128409</id><published>2002-09-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T11:13:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xunker/quizzes/Is%20it%20GODZILLA%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1029345876_godzilla_yes.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Is it GODZILLA?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xunker/quizzes/Piro%20or%20Largo%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1032372759_pol_largo.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Piro or Largo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82128409?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82128409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82128409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82128409' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82126630</id><published>2002-09-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T19:58:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to buy a doujinshi... it's annoying, though, to doujinshi shop in a lab.&lt;br /&gt;I mean... FFVII is a popular fandom, and eventually someone behind me is going to be squicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicko-chan, this &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716396474"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;'s for you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legolas doujinshi filth.. oh my eyes, my eyes. *scrubs them out* *does not link to the pr0n*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716429681 &lt;--- SOMEBODY BUY THIS FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, never mind. I'm bidding on it. I hope I don't win, because it's not what I should be spending my money on...&lt;br /&gt;but goddamn, I want that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Today in class we talked about Yaweh... I wanted constantly to fall over laughing, because everyone pronounced it like "Yaoi"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrhae, this &lt;a href = "http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716093500"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; is for you.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href ="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716685952"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/a&gt; eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my schitt... this is so freakin' cute... &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716164797"&gt;*bidbidbid*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "what the fuck?" award goes to... &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716400079"&gt;Nightmare before Christmas hentai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716462058"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for Wicko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the title, the title... &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716746559"&gt;XD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFV doujinshi... FFT doujinshi... God doesn't want me to have money, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=716062513"&gt;Yamaguchirow&lt;/a&gt; = best. artist. ever. I will probably end up bidding on this.. only knowing Yamaguchirow, I can't open it in this lab. v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=717097149"&gt;Not the best art...&lt;/a&gt; but damn, this sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smegdammit, I've just bid away my entire personal fund.&lt;br /&gt;This is what is called a binge.. and I hope to god I lose most of these auctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 2 hours til I can leave this lab... v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82126630?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82126630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82126630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82126630' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82123339</id><published>2002-09-25T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T18:40:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've crashed this school computer, I think. I cannot log out...&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I must stay here until the lab closes and they shut the computers down.&lt;br /&gt;... wait, it's a 24 hour lab. So I'll just stay until midnight, when I can move my car without paying for parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume progress has been made in the past few days. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading people's livejournals a lot lately... it makes me miss having a live... scribbling on the board at Anime Club (the GOOD one)... going to parties and talking about Evangelion and Kabbalic mysticism all night... Star Wars Trivial Pursuit...&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that doesn't sound like much of a life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending friday at Mori's, probably... hallowe'en planning &amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Queenie is coming this weekend. W00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82123339?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82123339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82123339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82123339' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82033322</id><published>2002-09-23T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T23:22:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two things... I hate VOA.. Phil or JDork is our presidential choice... v_v  VOA = dead anime club walking!&lt;br /&gt;And damn me for buying a DVD player. Thanks to the pause and zoom features... I now have to buy new fabric. v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82033322?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82033322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82033322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82033322' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-82032650</id><published>2002-09-23T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T22:57:49.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-82032650?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82032650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/82032650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82032650' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81904030</id><published>2002-09-20T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T22:32:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flyingmoose.org/truthfic/startrek.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flyingmoose.org/truthfic/weasel.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is also funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely unconnected with the previous amusements...&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of masking tape that, when paint is applied to it, melts and fuses to the plastic underneath?&lt;br /&gt;Why bother calling it masking tape at all, if it cannot fulfil its primary function of masking?&lt;br /&gt;I am very much annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81904030?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81904030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81904030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81904030' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81902660</id><published>2002-09-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T21:47:19.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spraypainting in the basement... enclosed unventilated area... paint fumes... yum.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to feel quite peculiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81902660?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81902660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81902660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81902660' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81836699</id><published>2002-09-19T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T21:46:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dread going to my History discussion. This is because everyone there is impossibly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81836699?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81836699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81836699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81836699' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81663231</id><published>2002-09-16T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T00:58:00.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flyingmoose.org/tolksarc/theories/bombadil.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is cool. It makes Tom Bombadil seem almost... tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no it doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81663231?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81663231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81663231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81663231' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81659044</id><published>2002-09-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T22:18:32.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhat cheered up now. Very peeved by the lack of André / Firmin fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;I should listen to the (dead sexy) picture of Sean Bean that is currently my desktop wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop slacking, Kamui!" says his speech balloon. "Do your homework! Make your halloween costume! Practice Kendo! Get to work on time!"  &lt;br /&gt;More importantly, though... am I the only person to whom the thought of André / Firmin slash has ever occurred? What's with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...there's none! Just... NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat it, Lara. I found characters that have never been slashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81659044?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81659044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81659044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81659044' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81657150</id><published>2002-09-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T21:24:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm horribly depressed right now, but I'm not going to say why. Basically, I can't put it in dry, intellectual enough terms to prevent me having a breakdown in front of my computer and thus wasting time that I should be using to do homework. So, I will bite back my emotions and not think about how with my schedule being what it is, it's quite likely that I won't get to see my grandpa again before he dies, even though I live right next door to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81657150?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81657150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81657150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81657150' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81548382</id><published>2002-09-13T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T04:06:22.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Defining quote of the moment-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I caught a falling star. It cut my hands to pieces."  --DuVivier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81548382?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81548382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81548382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81548382' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81546569</id><published>2002-09-13T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T02:25:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, the warm and fuzzy feeling that one gets from inflicting the &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=812946"&gt;legolas&lt;/a&gt; fic on an unsuspecting person... ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81546569?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81546569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81546569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81546569' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81544526</id><published>2002-09-13T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T00:22:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mori is here. yay. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Joy of fucking joys, I get to hear this insane fangirl squeak in my ear every time someone mentions Legolas, or Kenshin, or any other obnoxious fictional character that has already been ruined by  the obsessions of too many strident, Mary-Suish geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I need to sleep tonight, and she just invites herself to stay the night... brings some movies I've seen SIX FUCKING TIMES before... insists on taking every personality quiz on the entire internet (Ok, so maybe I shouldn't talk. But at least I use my own computer.).. the worst of it is the shrieking fangirlness, though. Or perhaps it's the fact that she talks like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'll be in a more charitable mood when I'm less tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81544526?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81544526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81544526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81544526' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81495781</id><published>2002-09-11T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T23:26:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/philosophical.jpg" width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/drunk/"&gt;What kind of drunk are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYAAA!&lt;br /&gt;O_O HUGE. FUCKING. SPIDER. O_O&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT BETWEEN ME AND THE STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;good, it moved.&lt;br /&gt;We now return to the regularly scheduled quiz marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we don't, I'm out of quizzes. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;*Kamui falls asleep on the keyboard and is eaten by the spider*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81495781?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81495781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81495781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81495781' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81495182</id><published>2002-09-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T23:02:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got invited to LotR costume party. Go me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mori-chan wanted to be Arwen or Elrond.. I will try to talk her down to a Nazgul. (cheap and easy, and already 3/4 finished on a hanger in my basement... all hail my selfish motivations!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have class from 10:30 am to 10 pm tomorrow.. v_v And still a paper to write, and I can't find my history book, or the buttons for the red Boromir tunic I'm trying (and failing) to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the most basic thing I've sewn since... well... ever! Why is it giving me this much trouble? =_=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81495182?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81495182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81495182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81495182' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81473600</id><published>2002-09-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T14:07:53.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fanfic sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO unprepared for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, still very mad that FFN is down.. 1/2 of the links I am clicking on lead there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will to class now... 2 hours early... so maybe I will get some homework done there, or perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, I'll continue to be bored, only  with a  high speed connection.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81473600?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81473600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81473600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81473600' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81470082</id><published>2002-09-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T12:46:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="300" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bgcolor="#A00000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;I'm Enjolras!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A person with a cause, I charm everyone around me with my revolutionary ideas (not to mention my natural charisma).  Unfortunately, I don't have very good social skills, and my impulsiveness is liable to get me in over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mv.com/users/ang/fanfic/quiz.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000A0"&gt;Which Les Miserables Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="300" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bgcolor="#0000A0"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You're M. Mabeuf!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who you are:&lt;/b&gt; Marius's &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; good buddy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is your life:&lt;/b&gt; You're eighty years old and poor as a church mouse.  You get your kicks collecting books and gardening.  Then you have to sell all your books, and you go off and get shot, impressing the kiddies no end.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random fact:&lt;/b&gt;  Gavroche and Eponine both did you a favor at some point.&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and what &lt;a href="http://www.mv.com/users/ang/fanfic/minorquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#A00000"&gt;Obscure Minor Character In Les Miserables&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="300" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th align="center" bgcolor="#CC0000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You're Feuilly!&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're a poor working boy with a generous heart and a penchant for self-improvement.  Occasionally you tend to fume about Poland. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mv.com/users/ang/fanfic/amiquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000CC"&gt;Which Barricade Boy Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="5" border="1" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You're... "Do You Hear The People Sing?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you join in our crusade?&lt;br&gt;Who will be strong and stand with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're all about righting wrongs.  And making a mess.  And yelling a lot.  What's more, you're contagious.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mv.com/users/ang/fanfic/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#C00000"&gt;What's Your Les Miz Themesong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="300" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th align="center" bgcolor="#8A1AB4"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You're Joly/Bossuet!&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, how adorable!  You're endearingly kooky, yet steadfast and loving -- and not even the most dedicated anti-slasher can say for sure that you weren't meant to be.  Rock on, cutie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example story:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gurlpages.com/rabsjavert/placebo.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#8A1AB4"&gt;The Cure For Musichetta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mv.com/users/ang/fanfic/slashquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#CC0000"&gt;Which &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#F9910B"&gt;Les Miz &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FFD305"&gt;Slash &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#11A10D"&gt;Pairing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000CC"&gt;Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm so bored... damn FFN for being down.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could always try to do my homework... or look for all the crap that's floating around in my basement... &lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to look for other fanfics. &lt;br /&gt;Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81470082?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81470082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81470082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81470082' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81467063</id><published>2002-09-11T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T11:30:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is... bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because of the shitty patriotic music on the radio, or the all-day live coverage of boring, repetative memorials, or even because our great leader is once again asking the people to continue his daddy's war for him. It's bad because they've taken FFN down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Fanfiction.net is closed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because isn't it such a great memorial for those who died, to piss off millions of people who want to forget the troubles of the world and escape into some Aragorn/Boromir smut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that that's what I wanted to do. Really. I just wanted to check my reviews.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the post office too, and send in a doujinshi payment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the basement.. find some crap that I lost down here.. and then go to class.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, homework must also fit somewhere in there... v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81467063?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81467063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81467063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81467063' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81394551</id><published>2002-09-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T23:40:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d'oh... I forgot to use 0s when I sang the praises of Kendo. My l337 is not.... well... l33t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was some kind of cool-as-hell high speed chase that went by my house the other night, and I slept through it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn and blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81394551?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81394551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81394551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81394551' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81394369</id><published>2002-09-09T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T23:32:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kendo class roxxors my soxxors.&lt;br /&gt;... except we don't wear socks in class.. my boxxors, then? Or my Hakamaxxors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm just being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything is normal. I am tired, I have a lot of email and even more homework, and Wal-Mart sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little progress is being made towards my costuming goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck... v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81394369?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81394369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81394369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81394369' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81271496</id><published>2002-09-07T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T00:35:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh... just remembered why I first signed onto the internet. It was to share this gem with Wicko and all others who will find it hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boards.eesite.com/board.cgi?boardset=Hogwart2&amp;boardid=Chardes&amp;thread=69&amp;spec=4633753"&gt;bio&lt;/a&gt; by Mark Saruman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81271496?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81271496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81271496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81271496' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81270377</id><published>2002-09-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T00:37:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a really good fanfic... by someone who actually knew what they were writing about. They actually knew what pieces of armor were called... (hint: it's not "pieces of armor.") Even though it was Merry/Pippin... it was so good... *starry eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my computer crashed, and I lost the URL. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friend will not leave the house, and I cannot fall asleep with 17 year old girls giggling and shouting in the room below mine. So, I will just stay up all night reading fanfic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mori-chan and I are going to some kind of martial arts thing tomorrow... I will be too tired, I'm afraid. Plus, I have no clothes except those that I have to wear to work... I'd stop off and buy some sweatpants or something beforehand.. but after tuition, I've only $5 to my name. v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish that fanfic... v_v&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my computer crash during... say... &lt;a href= "http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=812946"&gt;legolas&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I remember anything of what happened in Return of the King?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a case of Mike's Hard Lemonade under my desk, full of empty bottles?&lt;br /&gt;Could the two events possibly be related? XD (they're not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href= "http://merrypippin.i8.com/fiction/laststanding.txt"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a good fic.... not the one I was looking for, but good all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, though... is there something about the site that that's on, where an author can't FINISH THE GODDAMN STORY? And not just tack "the end" on it, but bring it to a proper denoument? &lt;br /&gt;Or how about... posting chapters in order, so a reader can have some idea of what is going on? =_=&lt;br /&gt;Still, the quality is higher than most fanfic archives, and I've nothing else to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I'm fucking TIRED, so why won't those idiot girls SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;Gr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81270377?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81270377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81270377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81270377' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81256095</id><published>2002-09-06T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T16:07:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.umich.edu/~egilpin/Snape.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#008040"&gt;Find out what Harry Potter Character you are &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=WhosWhoPotter"&gt;here!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#008040"&gt;Created by &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~themast"&gt;TheMast&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends were Harry Potter... this does not bode well for my social future.&lt;br /&gt;Snape looks bad here.&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing, Wicko. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81256095?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81256095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81256095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81256095' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81255879</id><published>2002-09-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T16:00:13.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got a spam that said, "Reduce aging 20 years with HGH!"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn into a baby. So I deleted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81255879?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81255879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81255879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81255879' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81148315</id><published>2002-09-04T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T10:48:08.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*shudder* That one website was right... nobody should ever use the word "cock" in a Tolkien fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenie has taken dictatorial control of VOA's mailing list. Go queenie! Soon, she will uproot the wheat fields of Belarus and order cotton grown there. Thousands of VOA members will perish in the resulting famine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. This fanfic I am reading sucks, and I have artists block... I can't remember what Vader looks like below the neck.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shut up, ya pervs. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81148315?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81148315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81148315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81148315' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81147648</id><published>2002-09-04T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T10:32:02.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I done to myself?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be able to have a life, working 40 hours a week and going to school too...&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to myself? I am doomed to nerdity.&lt;br /&gt;That is why today,  I am dressed like a 50s nerd. Alas, I have no black plastic glasses... v_v&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will buy some fake glasses before I go to work today. Yes, that will make my nerd costume complete.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had suspenders... but what would be the point, they would be invisible under my cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;I rock. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to check my email; it must be pushing 900 messages now.&lt;br /&gt;Heh... another stupid, pointless entry. v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81147648?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81147648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81147648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81147648' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81009074</id><published>2002-09-01T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T17:14:58.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a class!&lt;br /&gt;American History 1877-Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what I wanted but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecking neighbor. *stabx10^24*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81009074?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81009074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81009074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81009074' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-81008886</id><published>2002-09-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T17:08:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate UWM. I am going to destroy it and everything assosciated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to UWM, you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;If you work for UWM, even as a janitor, you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;If you attended anime club at UWM, you are dead. (yay)&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever walked into a UWM building, you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;If you live near UWM, you will die soon from radiation poisoning and also from me killing you.&lt;br /&gt;If you've even driven past UWM and looked at a building, you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;If you've used the letters U, W, or M in any word, ever, I hate you. You're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're my stupid bastard mailman, who delivered my acceptance letter to the wrong house 5 months ago, or my thrice-damned shitheap of a neighbor who decided to bring over my letter just yesterday, so that all the classes I want to take, and 99% of the ones I don't want to take are full.... I will torture you slowly and feed you to jackals. Then I will scrape together the picked bones and the jackals' droppings, which presumably would contain pieces of your sorry carcass, and mail it to Washington, DC, where the entire Bush administration will sexually assault the putrid detritus. After that, I will have your remains, along with the jackal shit and Republican splooge, and use it to cover the floor of an ill-equipped, unsanitary field hospital, preferrably one where many people are dying of Ebola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frown* That was really disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, in the conversation I posted yesterday, Gaeri = Gaery, and Nawara Ven = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-81008886?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81008886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/81008886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81008886' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80983181</id><published>2002-08-31T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T22:39:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn**stretch* I hear people were asking about me? Eh, I sometimes check hotmail, but it gets spammed a lot. :( Eh, you have to sacrifice at least one account... I'm pretty sure I know who was trying to visit, you naughty boy! ;) Anyway, just popped in to say hi, thesis writing keeps me off most times these days. Much love to all *kisses* - Gaeriel "not that hard to spell" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:18:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people think you're a ho. - Nawara "Gaeri is a ho" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:19:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? No wonder people think you're a boy! - Gaeriel "Nawy's a girl!" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:20:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it takes a man who is very secure in his own heterosexuality to have sex with another man. - Nawara "Gaeri is a Pikachu" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:21:08 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes one ot know one! ..... wait ..... - Gaeri "Why the f*ck are we posting quotes?" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:22:14 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaeri is a man! Gaeri is more manly than me! .... wait...... v_v;;;;;;;;;;; - Nawara "Shades of High School" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:24:01 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I really can't think of anything to say to that one. Wow. This conversation has completely spiralled out of control. - Gaeriel "Hey Jane, get me off of this crazy train....called , 09/01/2002 00:26:41 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;oh sh*t, I didn't have enough space for that signature, I finish it, and yes, it is a reference to "So I married an axe-murderer." Thank you for noticing.. - RPG" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:28:03 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything to say? I win! This conversation had control? No one controls my conversations! Facists! FACISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111 - Nawara "FUCK YOU FACIST GAERI!" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:30:40 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! You can't even hold a f*cking shift key down! I win! I win! And just because I speak German, doesn't make me a fascist, I speak Russian too you know! They so totally cancel each other out! - Gaerial "Nawy's f*cking stupid!" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:32:24 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M4k3 fUn n0+ ov my l33+ 1337 sk1llz! G43r1=B4k4^2! G43r1 5uxx0rz!!!!!!111 - Nawara "because the russians weren't totalitarians?" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:38:19 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so fucking LAME!!!! (yeah, that's right, I had to correct his l337 5p34k.) I can't believe I just admitted that. - Gaeriel "shut the f*ck up!" Captison, 09/01/2002 00:40:38 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more pretentious than Elrond in a tiara, and more annoying than Legolas without pants. - Nawara "Gaeri... what about Gaeri?" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:41:39 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so just hanged yourself. LOSER! I declare the conversation officially over! I'm laughing in my head. - Gaeriel "Yeah, well, what about you!....wait...." Captison, 09/01/2002 00:44:42 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOSER!" Says the girl who spent high school immersed in a Star Wars RP. -=I=- win, and -=I=- am outtie! - Nawara "Fie on Gaeri! A pox on the silly bint!" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:46:03 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hurt and traumatized. And rather shocked that you would stoop so low as to say "outtie" I'm actually quite speechless. - Gaeriel "and yet I talk..." Captison, 09/01/2002 00:48:54 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stoop lower. I could say, "Remember when I lobotomized your kid?" XD - Nawara "Remember when I lobotomized your ugly brat?" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:54:38 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not laughing in my head anymore. V_V - Gaeriel "Hey, don't blame me, he looked like Hawk." Captison, 09/01/2002 00:55:50 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not much going on up there, is there? ^_^ - Nawara "Oh, you bitch! ^_^ Go you!" Ven, 09/01/2002 00:57:12 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose finishing her thesis? Wait for it.....wait for it.....that's right it's - Gaeriel "I do have my moments don't I?" Captison, 09/01/2002 01:01:56 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, thesis girl, isn't the contraction for "who is"... "who's" not... "whose?" Shows how much good four years of expensive private school is... I feel sorry for the money you, your family, and the federal government wasted on you. You suck. ^_^ - Nawara "No." Ven, 09/01/2002 01:03:53 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flustered?....damn, there just is no excuse for that. Well, I guess I did it, to , um, make you feel better? Um, yeah. - Gaeriel "Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!" Captison, 09/01/2002 01:05:49 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it kind of pathetic that you can't have your catfight in person? After all, you are sitting approximately six inches apart... could love be in the air? - Arrhae "Yeah, Gaeri's just manly enough" t'Khellian, 09/01/2002 01:07:21 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before... shades of high school. - Nawara "Nostalgic and sappy, and Gaeri is crappy" Ven, 09/01/2002 01:08:10 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you should hear the conversation going on offscreen! Oh wait, you can! Hahahahahahaha! - Gaeriel "Don't y'all wish you were in WI?" Captison, 09/01/2002 01:09:57 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, do you think we should start a new thread? Or drag your ass home, and let me to bed! I'm so fucking tired I'm speaking in verse, Get off my computer! Before I get worse! - Nawara "And you thought I was gay before..." Ven, 09/01/2002 01:11:54 [Reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not and say we didn't. *yawn* I'll go home, before you write Star Wars Episode 7: Hamlet (as Lucas beats a dead horse.....in song!) - Gaeriel "I can't type...." Captison, 09/01/2002 01:14:35 [Reply]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80983181?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80983181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80983181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80983181' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80950944</id><published>2002-08-31T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T00:28:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/wicko_wacko/kamui.html"&gt;Winged Kamui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of &lt;a href="wackolicious.cjb.net"&gt;Rulinian's&lt;/a&gt; friends are you? Take the &lt;a href = "http://geocities.com/wicko_wacko/friends.html"&gt;quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am immortalized in quiz form! &lt;br /&gt;Wicko rocks. ^________^&lt;br /&gt;You have to write out your own HTML for this quiz... that's why this entry will probably be screwed up. I can't make the picture work... my skillz are not l33t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Eowyn the Betta fish died.&lt;br /&gt;Deagol/Faramir the Betta is now named Stupid Betta That Won't Die, But Instead Somehow Kills My Other Fish Without Attacking Them.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he's still named Faramir... because I don't like Faramir, and I don't like that fish, either.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... I should probably feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrhae bought another goldfish. It is cute and spazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 21st birthday was uneventful. I went to a bar, bought a drink, and then someone drank it while I was playing DDR. I didn't care, because my drink was pink and obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to register for classes, but everything I want to take is full. I wouldn't have this problem if UWM hadn't sat on my application for SIX FUCKING MONTHS... *stabstabstabstabstab x10^30*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened today was when Queenie and I compared graphing calculators. It was nerdish goodness straight through. Graphing calculators = wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80950944?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80950944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80950944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80950944' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80909646</id><published>2002-08-30T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T01:41:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUEENIE'S PROFESSION &amp; BIO:&lt;br /&gt;(because she used pagebuilder, which made it so confusing that I could not figure out even where the HTML began and ended.. fucking pagebuilder. *stabs geocities*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/quiz2.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/profession-ff.gif" WIDTH=260 HEIGHT=80 BORDER=0 ALT="Idle Profession Quiz Results - Final Fantasy video game heroine"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;FONT FACE=ARIAL SIZE=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profession is Final Fantasy video game heroine!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is queenie. I am a spunky busty babe, with green hair and orange eyes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals in life are to have sex with the entire world-threatening evil clan and pester my friends.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love interest is a heart-rendingly cold-tempered magic-user with a pretty face and a tragic secret.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/quiz2.html"&gt;idle profession quiz&lt;/A&gt; yourself!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80909646?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80909646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80909646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80909646' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80873639</id><published>2002-08-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T08:50:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want nifty metal nazgul hands to go with my nifty nazgul costume...&lt;br /&gt;No place on the internet wants to tell me how, exactly, something like that is put together.&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80873639?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80873639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80873639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80873639' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80844315</id><published>2002-08-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:59:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NINJA BURGER = BEST. GAME. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.ninjaburger.com/quiz/&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.ninjaburger.com/quiz/Lo_Cal.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.ninjaburger.com/quiz/&gt;Learn your Ninja Clan&lt;/a&gt; at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.ninjaburger.com/&gt;Ninja Burger website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80844315?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80844315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80844315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80844315' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80842339</id><published>2002-08-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:49:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Final Fantasy quiz day!&lt;br /&gt;*everyone goes to read another blog*&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I care not! Go, then, or stay here and be unentertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=1 width=400 bgcolor=B05047&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.baylor.edu/~Tracy_Nguyen/quizzes/samurai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1" color=F7E6DF&gt;&lt;b&gt;*samurai*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a master of the mystical katana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;noble; honorable; deadly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.baylor.edu/~Tracy_Nguyen/quizzes/samurai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center colspan=3 bgcolor=F7E6DF&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1" color=B05047&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.insomniel.com/quizzes/ffclassesquiz.html" target=_new&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics Job Class&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different quiz, but with the same graphics... confusing. This one says I am a...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=1 width=270 bgcolor=B05047&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.baylor.edu/~Tracy_Nguyen/bard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1" color=F7E6DF&gt;&lt;b&gt;*bard*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a magician with enchanting musical abilities&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;clever; artsy; fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center colspan=2 bgcolor=F7E6DF&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1" color=B05047&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.insomniel.com/quizzes/ffclassesquiz.html" target=_new&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics Job Class&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so crappy and useless... but cute. Yes, that is me... ^.^;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=3 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=F7E6DF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www3.baylor.edu/~Tracy_Nguyen/quizzes/tactics/blade.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1" color=B05047&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.insomniel.com/quizzes/ffclassesquiz.html" target=_new&gt;Final Fantasy Tactics Quiz&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is a blade knight?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, with however zillion hours I've got on that game, you think I'd know... v_v;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/quiz2.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/profession-ff.gif" WIDTH=260 HEIGHT=80 BORDER=0 ALT="Idle Profession Quiz Results - Final Fantasy video game heroine"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;FONT FACE=ARIAL SIZE=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profession is Final Fantasy video game heroine!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kamui. I am an evil swordswoman, with black hair and hot pink eyes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals in life are to save my pet and have sex with the game's generic villain.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love interest is a stereotypically hot-tempered ninja with really cute pants whose father is a mad scientist.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://www.sonic.net/~shinkuu/quizes/quiz2.html"&gt;idle profession quiz&lt;/A&gt; yourself!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy test day is now over. &lt;br /&gt;We now return you to our regularly scheduled babbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80842339?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80842339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80842339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80842339' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80713947</id><published>2002-08-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T20:59:32.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHA! It is quiz time for somerising! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, the purpose of the quizzes is to make me stop thinking about costuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.todoelcine.com/temp/yukiban.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/padfootmk/gravitationquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Which Gravitation Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Test Created By &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/oronoda"&gt;oronoda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/ASeries/Trigunquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;Find out what anime series  you belong in.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/ydoc/" target="new"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hinamegami.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/time/1920.gif" alt="Take This Quiz!" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, that is the end of the quizzes of today. *huddles in warm nazgul costume that is my new bathrobe, because it is that comfy* Fuckit... thinking about cosplay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what's happened lately. My grandpa was in the hospital, and then was out again. I didn't get to visit him ever, because I had to work all the time. Did I mention that I hate Wal-mart? I bought two Betta fish and named them Smeagol and Deagol. The next day, Smeagol obnoxiously and non-canonically died, so I bought a female Betta, named her Eowyn, and Deagol is now named Faramir. They live in a little jar, with a partition so they don't kill each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now reading about how to take care of bettas. It sounds hard... I think Eowyn and Faramir have not long for this world. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80713947?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80713947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80713947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80713947' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80710599</id><published>2002-08-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T19:33:52.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn Queenie. Damn her to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she were coming back to school in Milwaukee, I'd have something to do besides make and think about costuming. All my other friends are costumers... it's lovely to hang around someone who doesn't think about what to wear to a convention until the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm already planning for next Gen Con... or the equivalent I've heard will be in Milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm ranting about Queenie right now. It's very boring without her, and I cannot even call her, because I don't have any time to do anything except work at Wal-mart and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and make costumes. But then, when I'm not working or sleeping, Arrhae is online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing for me to do but work, sleep, and obsess over fictional characters' clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and type useless crap in my blog that nobody cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even write about my family and friends, because I hardly see them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Wal-mart. Must quit.... must quit...&lt;br /&gt;Must find other job... no time.&lt;br /&gt;*suicide*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80710599?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80710599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80710599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80710599' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80710275</id><published>2002-08-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T19:26:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*gasp* The Boromir action figure has a detatchable cloak! ^____________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not perving.&lt;br /&gt;It means I'll be able to see what his back looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this down so that come payday, I can go action figure shopping. Costume research, you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must think about something else. My poor wallet cannot support all this costuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... another note to myself. Sale at Jo-Ann's coming up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a brain, before I started this costuming hobby... I used to have thougts about things that actually mattered, instead of just what fictional characters wear. I  to be able to read a book without reflexively underlining every bit of character description. I never used to live from convention to convention to halloween... I used to have thougts and opinions... now my brain is just full of reference photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80710275?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80710275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80710275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80710275' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80709866</id><published>2002-08-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T19:15:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored.... After making two costume pieces in two days, it seems very weird to not be working on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm so tired that anything I made would look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll have a thought that doesn't concern costumes, DDR, or Wal-mart sucking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not very soon, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80709866?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80709866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80709866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80709866' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80647942</id><published>2002-08-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T00:03:07.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, I called in sick from work. Then I spent the morning being sick... after that, I cleaned the fishtank, broke the fishtank, put the fish in the bathtub, and bought a new tank. Then I tried making Nazgul gauntlets, but it took too long, and I had not the patience. I was going to go to TJ Maxx and look for some cheap leather gloves, but I ened up wasting the early afternoon on Final Fantasy Tactics. Then I had to go to the police station and the bank, because of my stolen checkbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazgul DDR roxx0red my yellow smiley face boxx0rs, though I could not test the swingyness of the cloak. Seventh mix doesn't have Stomp to my Beat, and I don't know enough songs on it to do turns. T_T  Arrhae was Edea again, and Mori-chan was a random background samurai.&lt;br /&gt;The field trip to Dennys was fun as well, though I ended up paying. I told them to get sodas only, since I was poor.. they ended up getting sodas and salads and trays of fried food. A pox on the foul moochers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now very tired... I failed a lot of songs. I blame Wal-Mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy got a combo of 991. Everyone was awestruck. Apparently he's the midwest champion... I don't know though. Either way, he was very l33t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could've stayed for the tournament... but alas, I must work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are some reasons why Wal-Mart sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They make their schedules with no respect for their workers needing to sleep. I work from 2pm-11pm one night, and from 7am-4pm the next. That gives me 6 hours of sleep a night... that is, assuming the busses are running on time.&lt;br /&gt;-They made me suck at DDR. I can't explain it... but I was good until I started working there.&lt;br /&gt;-The sign over the boys' department reads "Boy's", but the sign above the girls' department says "Girls'". The men's department sign says "Mens", with no apostrophe... and the women's deparment is called, "Womans'". What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;-They have sappy TV commercials playing about patriotism, but all their stuff is made in Chinese sweatshops.&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody that works there is competent. Incompetent people that whine get raises and promotions, where as hard-working non-whiners get screwed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Wal-Mart sucks. Don't shop there. Especially not in mine... I fucking hate customers. They interfere with me when I'm pretending to work.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my friends are welcome to bother me at work... because if I'm pretending to help a customer, I don't have to pretend to stock shelves.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the slacking I do, I'm still the hardest worker in my department.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd start in on the sins of UW-Milwaukee, but I'm too tired to work up the rage that that topic deserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80647942?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80647942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80647942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80647942' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80592381</id><published>2002-08-22T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T17:54:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right... my LotR cloak kicks ass, except that idiotically I cut the hood too small, and cannot get it over my head.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is too short for me. So I shall either try to work it into some other costume, or else sell it on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's cosplay DDR tomorrow, I think... sadly, I only have one complete costume on hand, and I can't play DDR dressed as a Black Waltz. Plus, half the costume is in Gurnee. Sadness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go fabric shopping at lunch tomorrow and throw together a Nazgul costume or something in the 2 hours between work and DDR night. It would be quick, and has the potential to look fairly impressive, plus I'd get to distress fabric. *big happy destructive smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, like the Black Waltz costume, it would be problematically big and flowy, and I'd have a bag over my head... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice hinges on two things- &lt;br /&gt;will Laura come and bring up the wings and hat I gave to her at Gen Con?&lt;br /&gt;and if she does, which one would look better when I did the turns in Stomp to my Beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDR Nazgul.... I likes it. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80592381?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80592381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80592381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80592381' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80541662</id><published>2002-08-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T15:42:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bliss! It seems possible that I understand the pattern of this hood. It's supposed to be cut on the bias! I feel like an idiot now.. but tomorrow, I will have a "Lord of the Rings" cloak, minus the spiffy leafy closing thing, which I cannot afford. Hancock fabrics has all my money now... Them, and the bastard who stole my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Kill Kill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80541662?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80541662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80541662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80541662' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80541317</id><published>2002-08-21T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T15:32:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* so much to do... this pattern I am trying to transcribe from someone's written instructions makes no sense...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Molly's 1/2 hour ago, and idiot Arrhae took the car somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;There's no food here, but I have no money for eating out, as I must somewhere find 4.5 yards of acceptable greenish-grey wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that I used to be able to easily type are suddenly becoming foreign to my fingers- very odd indeed, since most of the words come from the odd conglomeration of fandom that makes up my brain. Words like "Enjolras" and "Q'apla!", that I used to be able to rattle off in a nanosecond, are suddenly making me look down at the keyboard in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the more I look at it, the more this pattern is starting to look  like a feasible garment... the hood, however, is a complete mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Should probably get offline, check messages, call Molly and tell her the car was yanked from under me, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one day off work this week, and so far I've spent it playing Final Fantasy Tactics. So sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80541317?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80541317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80541317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80541317' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80366157</id><published>2002-08-17T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T12:55:05.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is obnoxious. They have these televisions playing above, and there's an ad for the missing children's network. Apparently, over 49 kids have been found because someone recognised their photo on the board at Wal-Mart. One problem though... instead of over 49, wouldn't it be easier to just say..... 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much is going on. I am trying to organize my room, but my bookshelf is so full of weaponry and doujinshi that there is hardly room for books. C'est la vie d'un Otaku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80366157?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80366157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80366157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80366157' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80288702</id><published>2002-08-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T12:57:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah. Queenie is going to school in Rockford this semester. Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stole my checkbook... withdrew all my money except for $36.35. I had to open a new account... dammit.&lt;br /&gt;All the checks I can afford are ugly. Who the hell wants to pay their bills with flowers, or kittens, or nature scenes? I demand.. Star Wars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I must buy another fish before Arrhae does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Admiral Ackbar would taste good fried?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80288702?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80288702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80288702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80288702' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80149759</id><published>2002-08-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T12:20:04.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUBBLER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80149759?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80149759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80149759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80149759' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80148889</id><published>2002-08-12T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T11:58:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's official. I am the last person I know that has a blog. Livejournal bites monkeys! I will never give in!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... I already gave in. But Livejournal still bites monkeys... and I don't post in mine.&lt;br /&gt;You all suck nitroglycerine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for Queenie to get back to school... IM is quite boring, when nobody's on at the same time I am.&lt;br /&gt;Must continue checking email now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80148889?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80148889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80148889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80148889' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80103443</id><published>2002-08-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T10:30:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gen Con rocked. I got my costume finished Friday morning, after a long night of staying up, slacking, and panicking, and hauled my tired, costumed ass down to the convention center, where I spent $75 in three minutes. Damn that one booth, for selling the Star Wars CCG, LotR CCG, anime crap,&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; weaponry. I only knocked one person in the head with my wings, and didn't fall down any stairs, so it was my best convention performance yet. ^_^ I played a few games,  wandered aimlessly, stared in horror at a No-Pants Legolas (which is NOT a good thing), and then went home quickly, for I was weary and my packages were many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude: an explanation of No Pants Legolas. From the waist up, his costume was well-made and accurate. Very cool indeed. From a distance, it was awesome. As I moved closer to compliment his l33t costume skills, I noticed that he was wearing pantyhose instead of... you know.. pants. I walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a living room full of people working on costumes. I thanked my lucky stars that I was done... then realized that CRAP! I wasn't done! And spent hours stiffening my Klingon armor with whatever boning/wire/etc. I could find at the hour of the night when all shops are closed, which included chicken wire and pipe cleaners. I went to bed before everyone else, because after Arrhae snapped at someone for unpicking a seam, I decided I didn't want to participate in the insanity any more. Anyway, we got to the con at around 9:30 am. Our battle party consisted of Inu-Yasha, Chii, Edea, and Black Waltz 2. Immediately, we registered for the costume contest. Then we went out to dinner at a nearby mall, frightened a few mundanes, and so on. We asked some guy for the time, and he lied to us, causing us to flee in great panic from the food court. Happily, we ran into Lara (yay!) who told us the right time. All hail Lara. The costume contest was quite disorganized. It started appallingly late, and we spent hours waiting in line. No-Pants Legolas should've gotten a prize for causing awkward silence... especially when he put one leg up on a chair. I won in my category, though. I wasn't expecting to, hoping not to, even, because I had to be changed and somewhere else about one second after the contest ended... still, $50 is good, and I am happy. Missy should've won though, her costume was better than mine. Chii...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1,000,000 thanks to everyone who helped me speed-change after the contest. All of you are wonderfully spiffy people. I met my klingon group, did some stuff, then met my anime costumed battle party again and went out to (expensive, delicous, swanky) dinner. Then we watched "Read or Die" in the anime room... (best. anime. ever)... and went home. It was fun and spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many good &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/the_squeee/quotes.html"&gt;quotes&lt;/a&gt; came out of this convention. "Butt Judo!" for example, had me on the brink of spraying lemonade out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now post-convention ennui is setting in... blah. I'll go to a movie today, or maybe play DDR. Maybe both. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80103443?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80103443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80103443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80103443' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80019687</id><published>2002-08-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T01:41:54.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tolkein slash written in the style of Tolkein = Squick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be at con in 4 hours... Still not finished, still not motivated, still not king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, fanfic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80019687?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80019687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80019687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80019687' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80019443</id><published>2002-08-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T01:28:46.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYYYYYYY! FANFIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t. Stupid costume almost finished... so tired... must put in zipper and add collar... not play on the internet and read about orcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to motivate myself with this blog... I don't think it works. ^_^;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80019443?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80019443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80019443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80019443' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80015197</id><published>2002-08-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T22:38:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Two of my addictions in one... it is a DDR quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Little Bitch:&lt;/B&gt; Energetic, enthusiastic and feisty as hell! You're like a bird - you need to fly! Once you've set your sights on something, there's no holding you back. You want a partner who won't tell you what to do. &lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net" TARGET="_top"&gt;What's your DDR theme song?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah... DDR Quiz= rejected. No pictures... all the songs are old as hell... second mix, my shiny metal ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I want to play DDR... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Koi test.... fish are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.datazap.net/free/masenko/quiz/koi/koi_kohaku.gif" BORDER=0 WIDTH=350 HEIGHT=150 ALT="Which Koi Variety Are You?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll probably love &lt;A HREF="http://www.eneri.net" TARGET="_top"&gt;eneri.net&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz" TARGET="_top"&gt;Which Koi Variety Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now wasted one hour.&lt;br /&gt;DS9 is on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80015197?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80015197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80015197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80015197' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80014900</id><published>2002-08-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T22:29:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*slackslackslack*&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even online this much when I -don't- have anything to do....&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, this really sucks. I'm exhausted, and I'll be getting zero sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Gencon.. Stupid costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid ring, stupid quest, stupid fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid orcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh... I'm rambling, I'm quoting randomly... and did I mention that I'm slacking?&lt;br /&gt;Right... only five billion times over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I can BUY things at this GenCon! Doujinshi... weapons... Chocobos... ^______________________^&lt;br /&gt;Food...&lt;br /&gt;Arrhae ate my dinner. *slides down the wall and dies of hunger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be more movie musicals... Completely on-crack ones, like... *forgets all knowlege of bizzare '40s musicals* like... everything that Danny Kaye has ever been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really pissing myself off... time to get back to... erm... cricking out mages. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80014900?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80014900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80014900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80014900' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-80003453</id><published>2002-08-08T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T17:01:01.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am completely overwhelmed... I'm going to Gen Con tomorrow, and my costume's nowhere near finished... and Arrhae stole my money and ate my dinner. My manager is mad at me because I've only been working 50 fucking hours a week, and my family's birds are starving to death, while my fish die of overfeeding. I still have approximately 1,000,000 yards of trim to put onto my costume... for the record, I added one yard last night, while watching Lord of the Rings twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom hates Frodo, with a firey passion. She wanted to fast-forward through the parts with him, even... until I told her that the movie wouldn't make any since that way.&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about it was this: the first time through, she fell asleep in the first 10 minutes, while the narrator is talking about Isuldur and Sauron and all that... then she woke up when Frodo was recovering in Rivendell, pointed to Blibo, and blearily asked, "Is that Isuldur?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Okay, so you kind of had to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm slacking again, and I don't have time to slack. I don't even have time to eat, since that bitch Arrhae ate my instant dinner. I don't even have time to fucking blink... but I have to, otherwise my last pair of contacts will dry out and I'll be the only black mage in the world that wears ugly coke bottle glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck, my Klingon costume's not done either. Maybe I'll make up a cape or something for it, to cover the part where it is ugly in back... *dies one thousand horrible deaths* That is what I will have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, completely overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-80003453?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80003453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/80003453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80003453' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79871222</id><published>2002-08-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T19:19:52.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit... now I'm looking at my friends' websites.&lt;br /&gt;Will this infernal slacking never end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay, it's ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79871222?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79871222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79871222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79871222' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79870867</id><published>2002-08-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T19:13:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alleycatscratch.com/lotr/"&gt;Best! Site! Ever!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to spend my whole paycheck on cosplay... *looks across the room at a huge bag from Jo-Ann's* oh wait... I already did.&lt;br /&gt;Just four more days to Gen Con, though it looks like I'll only be going Saturday and Sunday... so 5 more days for me. Too bad I've already committed to remaking my  Black Waltz costume... it would be fun as hell to make a ringwraith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, when there's no upcoming cons I have to worry about, I think I'll make a Boromir outfit, wear it to work, and see if anybody notices.&lt;br /&gt;Other cosplay plans: Possible Shinsengumi group at next Acen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days, and here I am slacking. *slackslackslackslack*&lt;br /&gt;Right... time to get cracking on fixing my stupid hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of Lord of the Rings... this is a note to myself to send someone to my Wal-mart right away on opening day... I need action figures! (to clutter up the basement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm wasting my life babbling about costuming, I may as well take a personality test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ghotli.cjb.net/kobito/takquiz_ilpalazzo.jpg" width="252" height="144"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ghotli.cjb.net/kobito/koyasuquiz.htm"&gt;Who's Your Inner Koyasu-sama?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh.  *Shoots Koyasu for having fangirls* *shoots whoever made the code for the page without closing the link tag, making me have to go back, edit the entry, and get even more enraged*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying... I'm completely unable to stop slacking, get my lazy ass over to the sewing machine, and FINISH MY FUCKING GEN-CON COSTUME!&lt;br /&gt;*edits again* What the fuck... I can't spell. Time to stop being online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79870867?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79870867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79870867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79870867' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79810637</id><published>2002-08-04T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T10:33:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Gurnee last night. It was wonderful; we watched a few seconds of RG Veda, ran around the room like maniacs, drew all over a dry-erase board, and created Battousai the Man-whore. Then we went to Dinos, ate food, and talked about the soap operas all my friends are living. It was very much fun, except I fell asleep in Queenie's car and now my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else happened, really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day off before Gen Con... I should be using it for costume completion and convention planning. Instead, I'm inflicting fanfiction on my friends, filling my blog with crap, and messing with my neopets. All hail cutsey capitalism for children... it's creepy as hell, when you think about it. I'm appalled with my slackerness, too... especially since I know I'm going to be pissed when I end up going to the con in a substandard costume.... like last year... *kills the Crappy 2-minute Squall costume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what's angering me mightily right now- this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Winged Kamui: hi&lt;br /&gt;     Dancer23797: whats up?&lt;br /&gt;     Winged Kamui: not much... I'm really tired, and I have 9,000,000 things to do... but I'm slacking on the internet instead.&lt;br /&gt;     Dancer23797: aww, i sorries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shut the fuck up, Jar Jar. The sad thing is, the more I talk to fucktards online, the lower my IQ gets... and the more I work at Walmart, the lower my IQ gets... I probably only have a couple weeks left of being a reasonably intelligent human being before... well... I start to like Walmart, and enjoy RPing with Cali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79810637?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79810637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79810637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79810637' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79765066</id><published>2002-08-02T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T22:57:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mori pissed me off today. There's no reason to twist someone's arm because they're making fun of a GODDAMN CARTOON.&lt;br /&gt;And Kenshin died of syphilis. &lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for anyone to run every tiny little disagreement into the ground... DNA, internet explorer and so on... and German. If I say you are a Bavarian, then dammit, just let yourself be a fucking Bavarian.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, talking loudly when people are playing DDR is rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart made me suck at DDR...  It's sucking my DDR skills like the water machine in [i]The Princess Bride.[/i]. I've just lost one year of hard work and many spent quarters... how do I feel? *starts to cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... so now I'm just writing down everything that Queenie says.&lt;br /&gt;Get your own blog, Queenie. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79765066?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79765066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79765066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79765066' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79731731</id><published>2002-08-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T06:06:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to go to work today...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't call in sick, as I've taken this whole upcoming weekend off.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Sunday, Gencon, Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are doing their costume planning without me... they are all flying spores of toxic mold.&lt;br /&gt;Phil's anime club is tonight... so I'll probably end up playing more DDR. Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79731731?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79731731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79731731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79731731' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79716272</id><published>2002-08-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T19:58:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queenie came up yesterday, and is still here... it's her 21st birthday, so we're having a night of booze and anime. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;We played DDR yesterday, and more today... had a funeral for my goldfish, and helped Mori-chan move into her flat. Today, I took a test at UW-Milwaukee (painfully easy, and then came calculus...), picked up my paycheck, played more DDR, payed off my huge video store fine, picked up the new Kenshin OVAs and Final Fantasy Unlimited, bought a Horn of Gondor, bought some alcoholic goodness, and are now waiting for my mom to leave so we can watch our anime. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79716272?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79716272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79716272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79716272' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79626014</id><published>2002-07-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T22:16:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a DDR commercial...  I play better than the guy that was in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to tell things aren't going well... I'm doing tests instead of entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/jack.gif" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/t_spooks.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What Spooky Being are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/inuyasha.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/t_inuyasha.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What Inuyasha Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goldfish is dying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79626014?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79626014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79626014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79626014' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79572658</id><published>2002-07-29T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T18:14:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/images/quizresultdragon.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the Dragon. In medieval Europe, dragons were considered mostly evil and a generally bad omen. Christianity linked the dragon with Satan because of the dragon's snake-like apperance. However, to the Orient cultures the dragon was a symbol of widom and roalty. It was a benign animal and the fifth creature of the Chinese zodiac. It resided over the east and the sunsrise. It was also said to bring rain and the springtime. The dragon is interesting because it combines all four elements: air, earth, fire, and water. It could fly, had the horns of a ox, breathed fire, and resided over the moon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mythical beast best represents you?&lt;a href="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/beastquiz.html"&gt;Take the quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79572658?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79572658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79572658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79572658' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79570118</id><published>2002-07-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T16:54:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aunt Beru and Gollum grow closer, becoming intimate...&lt;br /&gt;The seduction succeeded! &lt;br /&gt;Aunt Beru lures Gollum away to work for you!&lt;br /&gt;Gollum is now yours. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79570118?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79570118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79570118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79570118' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79546207</id><published>2002-07-29T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T05:56:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrhae really is unbelievable. I just can't imagine how someone could develop with their head shoved so far up their own ass. Here's what she did this morning... After she stayed on the internet all night (and pretty much all day, too...), I asked her to get off for 15 minutes so I could check my mail before I went to work. Her reply? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm busy!" she said, as she reloads her RP board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that her RP will still be there when I'm at work, and she says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, maybe if you'd get ready for work instead of playing on the internet, you could take the bus and not inconvenience me every morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Arrhae... heaven forbid you should be interrupted from your long, arduous day of sitting on your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79546207?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79546207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79546207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79546207' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79539677</id><published>2002-07-29T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T00:13:04.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allscifi.com/aridor/index.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79539677?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79539677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79539677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79539677' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79535847</id><published>2002-07-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T22:09:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a first-class idiot... I've been RPing on ezboards so often, I've filled my blog with ezcode instead of html. *dies of shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;a href="http://www.cgispy.com/boards/board.cgi?user=swg&amp;action=main"&gt;New Star Wars Galaxy&lt;/a&gt; today... it's quite intimidating, really. It's been a while since I've been in an RP where things happened, instead of just characters that sit around and insult each other. Also, I remember so little of Star Wars... all my expanded universe crap is in a box in the basement that I'm afraid to open.... centipedes and all that, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... get a life, Kamui, you're thinking? Well, it is not going to happen... it's too late. my weekend off is over.&lt;br /&gt;Tune in tomorrow to read me ranting about Wal-Mart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79535847?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79535847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79535847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79535847' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79526907</id><published>2002-07-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T17:51:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... my mulletheaded little cousin is playing final fantasy tactics. There's nothing more adorable than hearing a little kid say, "Don't blame me, blame yourself or God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79526907?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79526907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79526907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79526907' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79526720</id><published>2002-07-28T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T17:44:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from my grandma's... my uncle and aunt were singing Lakota songs. T'was very interesting, and very beautiful and powerful as well... though a bit jarring to hear ancient healing songs played in my grandmother's cheesy living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're leaving tomorrow, early in the morning... I'll miss them, sure.. but at least there won't be a little mullet-headed kid in my room... I'll be able to sleep on my bed...  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow.... though with any luck, I'll be able to get off for Gen Con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any new costumes to debut there... I feel like such a slacker. Well.... there's my Klingon... which I need to finish still. I guess I could fix up the Black Waltz for friday... I just have to wash it, mend the ripped part, find the mask... fix the hat... make new sleeves... *dies*  If Queenie can come, I'm making her be Black Waltz 3... that is, if I can find a picture of that one. I think all I have on my computer is costume references of #2... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I won't need a costume, because I'll spend all my time in the dealer's room... and Sunday is my day for lying around the video rooms.. so two costumes should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-con panic is setting in already, and Gen Con is still 2 weeks away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I took this test already... most of my online time lately has been in a sleep-deprived haze.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm Sidious.. *squicked because of Sith Academy* I'm pretty gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/sithlord.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/sidious.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/sidious.htm"&gt;Which Sith Lord are you?&lt;/a&gt; go to:&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/thecopromancer/sithlord.htm"&gt;the quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.precocious.org/symbolism/crouching.gif" width="250" height="130" alt="Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Symbolism: More Symbolism Than You Can Shake a Stick At" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what movie symbolism are you? &lt;a href="http://www.precocious.org/symbolism/" target="_blank"&gt;find out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79526720?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79526720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79526720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79526720' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79468316</id><published>2002-07-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T21:58:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gandalf is funny. I really should go to bed... *reads more fanfic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are glazing over, I can feel it. *reads more fanfic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won something hilarious in a claw machine today... it's a horribly deformed little stuffed dog that barks when you squeeze it, and its eyes flash green. I have named it The Mechanical Hound, after my favorite character in &lt;i&gt;Farenheit 451&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve hardly seen most of my friends on IM lately... damn Wal-Mart for making me work during the day and sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mentioned DDR in any entries recently... because I haven't gotten to play lately. v_v;;; I'm afraid that I'm going to suck terribly when next I go to the arcade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... Fanfiction.net is full of crap. I don't feel like sifting through the dreck, so I am going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79468316?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79468316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79468316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79468316' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79468030</id><published>2002-07-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T23:15:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is what I need out of life-- Robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of little robots, rolling around the house... beeping merrily and doing housework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, more sleep would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79468030?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79468030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79468030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79468030' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79467867</id><published>2002-07-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T23:03:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate fangirls. Not girl fans... girl fans are cool.. but fangirls are spawn of the devil, and should be shot in the face. They are responsible for making me hate Gundam Wing... I can't look at the characters anymore without thinking of the crappy, out of character fanfic written about them, and that completely outbalances the coolness of politics and giant robots fighting. I'm beginning to hate Legolas, too, even though he was mad cool in the movie. There's too many Legolas/Aragorn slashfics, and 95 percent of them were written because the author thought that since they both look good on their own, they should jump in bed together for some reason. Also, they care -way- too much about Takehito Koyasu... and 80% of fangirls polled at Anime Central thought my Rufus Shinra costume was someone from Weiß Kreuz... another series I hate... though not because of fangirls (I've avoided the fandom like the plague);  more because the series was accidentally filled with suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate fanboys, too... (once again, not boy fans... yeah, whatever) Like the stupid fucks in the back of the room at the anime club meeting, drooling over a badly drawn Utena hentai doujinshi, because they have given up all hope of ever being able to make it with a real girl... or the loser who is trying to buy Arrhae's affections with VCD box sets... or the guy who's scared off everyone he's ever dated with his scary Sailor Moon obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one to talk, though... I make costumes and wear them to conventions, because I want to cast off the bounds of my crushingly boring everyday existance and become, for one brief moment, Kenshin... or Rufus.. or a Black Waltz.. or Squall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not so much Squall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the point I'm trying to make is this- I hate psycho fans, because there but for the grace of God go I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79467867?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79467867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79467867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79467867' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79451970</id><published>2002-07-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T13:49:05.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have Boromir hair. Ph33r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79451970?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79451970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79451970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79451970' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79423069</id><published>2002-07-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T21:15:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I seem to be touring the archives of my brain... I'm reading up on Arthurian legend, something was completely obsessed with back in 6th grade. I still like Mordred. He's wormy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordred and the Buzz...  it's like travelling through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could hear Cosmo's tauntaun noises... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79423069?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79423069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79423069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79423069' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79418060</id><published>2002-07-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T19:00:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked up my very first screen name (Nawara Ven) on Google, just to see how much of my detritus is left on the internet. I found myself in the member list of something called the Bee Squad... I can't remember what it is, but apparently I'm a &lt;a href="http://lavender.fortunecity.com/tomatoes/148/beesquad/members.html#n"&gt;cadet&lt;/a&gt; in it.I am also the owner of a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shadowlands/4951/owners.html"&gt;Krycek clone&lt;/a&gt; (#496)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good heavens, I used to be an X-files fan. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss my days as Nawara Ven... especially the Star Wars RP, in which I once lobotomized my best friend's character's son for no reason at all. The &lt;a href="http://64.246.0.9/members/chatboard.cgi?user=leiaorgana"&gt;board&lt;/a&gt; is still there... *overcome by nostalgia* It's scrolling off the screen when topics get too long... GimS was the last one to post... I understand his screen name now. XD I really miss Cosmic Cosmo, though... he left the board when it stopped being on the decipher boards, I think. *pours a bottle of Correlian ale on the internet in memory of the Buzz* *the internet shorts out* Oops...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79418060?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79418060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79418060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79418060' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79375330</id><published>2002-07-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise to everyone... I have been a bad friend. I have known some of my friends for years, and I have failed to show them &lt;a href="www.siubhan.com/sithacademy"&gt;The Sith Academy&lt;/a&gt;, the only thing in the world that can make Episode I enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a fanfic kick tonight. And the peasants rejoiced....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to RP when you're slap happily tired... like tonight. Or last night... zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79375330?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79375330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79375330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79375330' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3200822.post-79370486</id><published>2002-07-24T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T17:59:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah... so I was Wal-mart's pathetic underpaid drone of the day. Go me. I got a smiley face button and a crappy keychain. I fucking hate working there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3200822-79370486?l=wingedkamui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79370486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3200822/posts/default/79370486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingedkamui.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79370486' title=''/><author><name>Winged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14554189527479718337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
