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Happiness today is getting a letter that opens with, "Aloha kaua, e ku'u hoaloha" from my wonderful, talented, can't-possibly-say-enough-good-things-about-him friend. *hugs him to freaking death* He's awesome. They all are. Then click on their albums pages and hear some samples of their songs (especially Ho'oluana, Ke Alaula, and Kuikawa, which has one of my all time favorite songs, "Hopoe" on it. Then buy their CDs because you can't live the good life without Makaha Sons music. ^_^ )
In other news, moving right along with my recent Joaquin fixation, I saw the movie The Yards this weekend. JOAQUIIIIIIN! Again with the trembling and crying and begging. WTF? I say, the movie itself was really interesting and very tense. Mark Wahlberg wasn't bad, but he needs to stop mumbling. I had to watch the whole thing with subtitles on. You can't go too far wrong with James Caan. TraumaWhore just says: JOAQUIIIIIN!
I can hardly believe it, but tomorrow is the first day of Autumn al-freaking-ready. I'm not complaining about Autumn, mind you; it's maybe my favorite season. Next weekend it's already time to dig the Halloween docorations out of the shed and then maybe start working on my costume. Because this year's costume, if I can manage it the way I picture it, is going to kick serious ass. And, damn if my house isn't going to be the most awesomely decorated. I'm just a tad house-proud, I think. I live in this tiny apartment, but I make the space I have work for me, you know? And I seem to have a sense for dramatic and unusual decoration. I need people to see my house when it's all lit up in purple and orange, what with the candlelight and draping, diaphanous shimmery material over the stringed lights on my bay window and I can't frigging wait!!
Also giving me a happy is the fact that a new Border's opened up in my town, so yesterday I picked up the three latest Blade of the Immortal books. I expect I'm nearly done with them, and I think I'll have to re-read them again after a year or so because they really are that incredible. My friend Hwei does art and manga that reminds me somewhat of Hiroaki Samura's style, only slightly more feminine. Not effeminate, but just feminine. Her lines are softer, but there's something similar in the style and the way the characters look. (Really goes more for follow than Absent, but it's still there.) At any rate, it's very distinctive. You know, I get really annoyed with artists--particularly manga or anime artists--whose characters all look the same. And not only the same, but like everyone else's. I mean, come on, let's do something different, here. I like to see features on the characters. I nose might be nice once in a while, you know. Sheesh. So yeah, Blade. Love Blade, big time. Blade is kicking nine kinds of ass in a five ass town.
I also picked up a book on anatomy for artists. Indeed, it's going to help me draw good pictures. BWAHAHA!!! Shyah, right! But it really is an interesting book and I am glad I got it.
But I don't angst quite so much about writing--not usually, anyway--and it seems that I've got my Sheik mojo back recently. I'm glad; I really missed that awkward young man. I had this bizarre dream about Jin the other night, and it really gave me an idea of what I want to do with him, so I was afraid I'd be too distracted by Jin to finish writing what I'd started about Sheik. Happily for me, this wasn't the case, and I managed to finish and post chapter four of book two of Seer. Yay.
Here at its little ole' home, and here at the carnival that is fanfiction.net.
If you're still reading, then I hope you enjoy the chapter. If not, then I hope you enjoy doing something else today.
Now I have a bit of time to A) do my laundry or B) draw a bit or C) play Soul Calibur II. Which will it be...?
In other news, moving right along with my recent Joaquin fixation, I saw the movie The Yards this weekend. JOAQUIIIIIIN! Again with the trembling and crying and begging. WTF? I say, the movie itself was really interesting and very tense. Mark Wahlberg wasn't bad, but he needs to stop mumbling. I had to watch the whole thing with subtitles on. You can't go too far wrong with James Caan. TraumaWhore just says: JOAQUIIIIIN!
I can hardly believe it, but tomorrow is the first day of Autumn al-freaking-ready. I'm not complaining about Autumn, mind you; it's maybe my favorite season. Next weekend it's already time to dig the Halloween docorations out of the shed and then maybe start working on my costume. Because this year's costume, if I can manage it the way I picture it, is going to kick serious ass. And, damn if my house isn't going to be the most awesomely decorated. I'm just a tad house-proud, I think. I live in this tiny apartment, but I make the space I have work for me, you know? And I seem to have a sense for dramatic and unusual decoration. I need people to see my house when it's all lit up in purple and orange, what with the candlelight and draping, diaphanous shimmery material over the stringed lights on my bay window and I can't frigging wait!!
Also giving me a happy is the fact that a new Border's opened up in my town, so yesterday I picked up the three latest Blade of the Immortal books. I expect I'm nearly done with them, and I think I'll have to re-read them again after a year or so because they really are that incredible. My friend Hwei does art and manga that reminds me somewhat of Hiroaki Samura's style, only slightly more feminine. Not effeminate, but just feminine. Her lines are softer, but there's something similar in the style and the way the characters look. (Really goes more for follow than Absent, but it's still there.) At any rate, it's very distinctive. You know, I get really annoyed with artists--particularly manga or anime artists--whose characters all look the same. And not only the same, but like everyone else's. I mean, come on, let's do something different, here. I like to see features on the characters. I nose might be nice once in a while, you know. Sheesh. So yeah, Blade. Love Blade, big time. Blade is kicking nine kinds of ass in a five ass town.
I also picked up a book on anatomy for artists. Indeed, it's going to help me draw good pictures. BWAHAHA!!! Shyah, right! But it really is an interesting book and I am glad I got it.
But I don't angst quite so much about writing--not usually, anyway--and it seems that I've got my Sheik mojo back recently. I'm glad; I really missed that awkward young man. I had this bizarre dream about Jin the other night, and it really gave me an idea of what I want to do with him, so I was afraid I'd be too distracted by Jin to finish writing what I'd started about Sheik. Happily for me, this wasn't the case, and I managed to finish and post chapter four of book two of Seer. Yay.
Here at its little ole' home, and here at the carnival that is fanfiction.net.
If you're still reading, then I hope you enjoy the chapter. If not, then I hope you enjoy doing something else today.
Now I have a bit of time to A) do my laundry or B) draw a bit or C) play Soul Calibur II. Which will it be...?
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Date: 2003-09-23 07:40 pm (UTC)CZ
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Date: 2003-09-23 10:23 pm (UTC)