| Album Meme |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|07:09 pm] |
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If I can find a better composer than little old me, I'd write lyrics for all these and record them.
Here are the rules:
Go to this website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your pic.
Note: The original pink is much brighter. It looks baby pink now, but it was originally hot pink. I don't know why a band called "US Route 82" would be doing a Gothic-Steampunk-Dieselpunk-Cabaret-New Wave thing, but I'm hooked on the song titles now. I may even post lyrics. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|05:56 pm] |
I've calmed down now. It's inevitable, but I'm still pissed off that it's come to this. Hopefully, I can still party and stuff.
At least, the weather report seems nice. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|02:58 pm] |
Okay, so, Pennsic...
I've basically been given a subtle ultimatum: Get a job at Pennsic or be nagged and plucked at until you decide to make friends with a handful of Cooper's Lake Leeches.
Okay, Mom. You win. I'm on that list and I'll be seeking a bloody job.
She shouldn't be working, either. She's still recovering from that bout of Lyme Disease. She always gets sick somehow at Pennsic. I wanted to volunteer at Chirurgeon's. I wanted to go to all those boozy parties I'm finally legal to go to. I'm not going to have the energy to do that if I'm working all day in the heat. She barely manages that.
At the rate things are going, I don't think I'm going next year. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|03:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Ow, hip, pain! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Miss Murder"-AFI | ] |
I think I've managed to impliment the changes Relia suggested. Lucy has done a Joker, now, at least for me; it used to be she was sort of lovable (for all her suckage). She's still lovable, but, for me its a "Jesus, I'm gonna need a hot shower and pint of Pepto after this". I'm afraid I might have gone overboard on some things. I might have to send this to you after all, Tami, because I need somebody who knows Underhill really well to tell me whether or not she's cool for a 15-year-old witch. I'm leaving for Pennsic, so that's two weeks for me to back away from the app and maybe tone her down. Or beef her up.
How does one go about playing a likable snitch anyway? Especially when they're still a spiteful adolescent with the zealousness of Torquemada and the brains of a typical Bluestocking. I feel like I did too much to make her somebody I ordinarily wouldn't play. I still want to. God, I want to play Underhill so bad. It's Regency Romance with Cam IC politics and more magic than a WizKids Tourney, what's not to love?
Here's to hoping I got it right with Phaedra! |
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| Happy Moon Landing Day! |
[Jul. 20th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | poetry | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Nara"-E.S. Posthumus | ] |
39 in space and counting! Here's a toast to all those brave men and women who have paved the way for the imaginations and innovations of humans around the world!
The road
to Heaven
is paved
not with clouds
or diamonds
or the
frail blue
velvet of summer
but with
sweat and
fears and
pure human courage
with tears
of failure
tears of
success
and the touch
of Promethian spirit
Brenna Beattie 07.20.08 |
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[Jul. 15th, 2008|05:17 pm] |
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If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. |
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| Good news and WTF is wrong with this town? |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|03:48 am] |
Well, Soldier-Boy called. He's not getting sent to Afghanistan. They're shipping him to Norfolk. Cue one very happy Brenna.
Went clubbing in Shockoe Bottom. Tonight was Blackout at Fallout. Too many creeps. A girl had to hide in the bathroom to keep from being groped by some guy. I got propositioned in Spanish by some guy who got chased out by an angry friend of mine. We fled a riot outside as we were running to the car. Oh yeah, and these two girls were walking down the street to my apartment as we pulled in arguing at the top of their lungs. It looked ready to get violent.
Jesus, this town is effed up. |
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| Adding Insult to Injury... |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:03 am] |
My FAFSA didn't go through. Meaning I don't have financial aid for this year.
God damn it. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|09:11 am] |
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| |  bitchy | ] |
Oh, god. I've become my worst nightmare.
I play a type. Three, if you want to be technical! I'm either "Queen of all the Bitches" (Kohaku, Vanessa, Kerrigan, Rubiel), "Princess Gigglepants" (Tenmei, Alice, Apata, though she's almost up with Kohaku) or "Plain Jane" (Jane, Lily).
I know that wasn't Relia's complaint, but OH. MY GOD. That app was a trainwreck. It was Jane Brown, with a wig and a different dress. And I STILL feel better about this one than my others, which is sad.
I'm hoping that trying to draw from my LARP characters (who don't seem to have it that bad) will make it better. I do have a snoop character, but this won't be just Rowen, de-fanged and sans-fantastic red hat and boobs. Yet, I want this to be a character that I don't have to bathe after playing. I don't want her to be so flawed and twisted on the inside that I feel like I'm playing the Harley Quinn to TDK's Joker. Flawed is fine, but, just as Relia suggested, the one good part of her app seems to lend itself to a very yucky id. Or is it ego or super-ego. Bugger, I sold my Psych 101 text and don't feel like wiki'ing it. But the same goes for her clockwork robo looks. That one, at least, I can alleviate through other deep-seated issues, but then I start worrying that she comes across as Pitiful Pearl and that the reviewers will dislike that even more than Plain Jane Princess Lucy of Yensid.
There has to be a way to make it work. A way to make a character fun to play without losing respect for her or feeling like she's ten steps from Arkham Asylum.
I realize this sounds silly. The truth is, until school starts again, I'm home alone all day. I don't really have much in the way of entertainment around here. Roleplaying is my outlet.
Okay, that seems EVEN MORE pathetic.
Why can't I channel that into my writing? At least that has the possibility of getting me money for school. |
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| I shouldn't be angry, I know... |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|10:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  worried | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Field Below"-Regina Spektor | ] |
I just got a call from Soldier-Boy.
He ships out in two weeks, goes for training someplace unknown, gets 30 days leave and gets shipped to Afghanistan.
Let me just reiterate that.
In October, the USMC is shipping him not to Iraq (thank GOD for that relief), not to the East Coast where he requested, but to Afghanistan, where last I checked, there were still people who don't like Americans over there.
He's ammo tech. This supposedly makes him safe.
A bomb doesn't give a flying shit what you do for a living.
I know Kacy's going to tell me to be optimistic. Well, fuck optimism. Optimism has brought me nothing but heartache this year.
I don't hate the Marines. I hate the decisions the top dogs make. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
My kittens are getting SOOOOOOOOOOO Big!
...Just needed to get that out. |
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| Yet another farewell... |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|01:05 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | sad | ] |
| [ | mood |
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I'm having a hard time finding anything in English and babelfish only garbles the words more, so let's see if I can put this into English.
Recently, a rather young star fell. Her name was Kanbe Miyuki. She was only maybe 24, two years my senior. She was a beautiful girl, by all reports I can find, sweet, loving, and cheerful. But, she apparently suffered from an eating disorder that weakened her heart. It killed her. Her sweet, effortless voice is gone now, preserved only in recordings and memories.
This may seem like just another heartbreaking tragedy in the life of a human being. But, the Sailor Moon fandom grieves, because we lost a Moon Princess. Miyuki was one of only four singers to lend her voice and skills to the Sailor Moon Stage Musicals as Usagi herself.
A part of me admits that it's silly for me to mourn. After all, I never saw the SeraMyu. I only know anything from websites and sound clips. But, another part of me is still a daydreaming eight-year-old, running around with a plastic wand and wondering when I'll be whisked away to Japan to claim my birthright as the new Sailor Mars. That is the part that salutes a beautiful soul and a voice that gave new life to a childhood hero.
I guess the worst part is, I've been a staunch supporter of eating disorder awareness since I was 14. The idea that someone could be so concerned about being the "perfect size" that they will force themselves to starve or be sick terrifies me. And maybe because I have struggled with my weight since I was 15, I can also empathize with those people. It kills me that something as absurd as a dress size was the death of someone I could have gone to school with. She was the youngest Sailor Moon the stage show ever had, and one of the most lovely in my opinion. I look at her pictures and can't understand how a girl so dainty and gorgeous could ever believe that she needed to be anything other than what she was. I've never been that slender, except for maybe a week when I was 12. I look at her and see that delicate, tender-hearted, princess that dominates my ideals of a hero, even as a married woman of damn near 22, who has bills and a future family and school to think of.
A hero has fallen. Raise a toast to her memory.
Arigato Gozaimasu, Kanbe-san. We'll miss you.
1984-2008 |
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| In order to get over my serious case of loathing for the USMC... |
[Jun. 12th, 2008|04:04 pm] |
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...Who refuse to let JD come home for Kacy's wedding *snarl*.
I'm making myself a summer reading list, to begin after June 21st, sometimes.
Persepolis-Marjane Satrapi
Stardust-Neil Gaiman
A Hat Full of Sky-Terry Pratchett
Seeing Redd-Frank Beddor
Kilala Princess (Volume 1-4)-Rika Tanaka/Kodaka Nao
The Metatemporal Detective-Michael Moorcock
A College of Magics-Caroline Stevemer
Strong Poison-Dorothy L. Sayers
Howl's Moving Castle-Diana Wynne Jones
Agatha Christie TBDL
Short I know, but summer's almost a third of the way over! |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|02:21 pm] |
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I really need a miracle, right now. |
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| This year's Zombie Meme |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|06:23 pm] |
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.
* Weapon can be real or fictional; you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.
1. Gunblade
2. "Battle Without Honor or Humanity"
3. Diana Prince |
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[Jun. 9th, 2008|08:46 pm] |
The good news: Mulan has officially been added as a Disney Princess (it's about damn time)!
The bad news: The Disney Princess franchise is still 95 percent saccharine pap.
Baby steps, I know, but still!
6 days until JD should be coming home. We haven't heard from him yet. It would really suck if he can't make it. I mean, REALLY suck. We were all sort of hoping he'd be at Chris and Kacy's wedding. So far, nada.
Stupid clerical errors. |
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| Curse you, George Orwell! |
[May. 29th, 2008|08:34 pm] |
So, Tim and I are going on vacation with Newlyweds Kacy and Chris Wall and LCpl. JD Ratliff in June. Before we go, Friday the 13th to be exact, Tim and I are going to the Circuit Court to get the legal junk out of the way.
The marriage license room is Room 101.
I wish I didn't believe in omens. There's no earthly reason why that should be a bad sign. It's Friday the 13th anyway. |
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| Homesick... |
[May. 27th, 2008|12:26 am] |
I've been all over the place it seems. But Mom is so worn out, she won't be driving me home until Wednesday. I miss Tim and I missed his call and I feel awful. I want him to know I love him and I will be home soon. I have to remember to call him tomorrow.
I love you, Boo. |
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| A prayer, in lieu of yellow ribbons |
[May. 22nd, 2008|02:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
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Creator, in whatever form you choose to take this call in, bring J.D. and all our troops home safe and alive. If it won't ruin some divine plan, could you perhaps also see fit to get him stationed nearer than LeJeune? |
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