I love my Fushigi Yugi DVDs. Yes I do.
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framlingemOn the other hand, I would like to point out to whoever was in charge of coming up with names for the episodes that naming eps. 31 and 32 "To Die for the Star of Suzaku" and "________: Eternal Farewell" (respectively) is hardly the best way to maintain suspense regarding What Happens Next.
(Bwaaaaaaaaah! He's dead! *snif* I liked him!)
On my third hand, I don't think I need to avoid FY fanfic and websites like I've been doing for the past two years, since I have a feeling that was the main spoiler I might be likely to come across. And the character lives on as my new desltop wallpaper.
I'm feeling way better today. My nose is still clogged, which is not entirely a bad thing as the Dog is not yet recovered from the pork he was fed last weekend, which is causing flatulence. I am afraid to turn on the stove lest the house go up in flames. It's all right for the Dog's owner, who fed him the pork, as said person (despite owning the house and sleeping here occasionally) really lives with his girlfriend, and not here. The Dog is very happy to see him when he does spend time here.
My head doesn't hurt, my hips aren't aching, I feel my age again instead of three times my age. Wahoo!
Also, I have Double-Stuff Fudgee-O's, which are possibly my new favorite storebought cookies. I dunk them in chocolate milk. They render me brain-dead with papillatory ecstasy for a good five minutes. Mmmmm... rats, now I want one, and they're downstairs. I shall restrain myself and have an apple instead. (I keep junk food downstairs, and fruit in my room, under the hypothesis that I will go for the fruit first, and therefore eat more healthily. The results of this study will be released when I have trained myself to prove my hypothesis correct, much like that American Family Association poll a while back.)
My folks are visiting soon! Whee! P'raps I can persuade them to take me on a boat tour... I love boat tours and being on the water, and it's even better when someone else picks up the tab... that is, someone else whom I know has a steady job and can afford it. Otherwise I enjoy it anyway, but feel a little guilty.
I met my clone on Tuesday. K.C. We met on an INFP mailing list when I was... fifteen? sixteen? a while back, and have been nearly meeting each other ever since. She's like an older version of myself, except she's an ENFP. I love her to bits. She's since fallen hopelessly in love with another member of that list, a musician who lives in New York (and who has opened for bands like Jethro Tull and the Jefferson Airplane, and writes music for fun and jingles for a living - turns out he's the guy responsible for "Bounty - the Quicker Picker-Upper!") and who is the sweetest most wonderful guy ever (despite the jingles, which I forgive him for. He's had a very tough time of it the last ten years, and she is so good for him. They call each other cutesie names and stuff, even. They're sickening, but it makes me so happy to see them together.
Anyway, K.C. lives in St. John's, but spends so much time in the Big Apple that it's been hard pinning down a date, but we finally managed on Tuesday. We had coffee/hot chocolate at Timothy's, and then she loaded me into her Jeep (which is a vehicle designed to kill the elderly/infirm/non-vertically-endowed as fa as getting into it goes, I assure you) and took me on a driving tour of the area. I've got no idea where we went besides Cape Spear (breathtakingly beautiful) and Petty Harbour (cause for much fannish giggling - yes, she likes Alan - and quintessentially "fishing village-y"). Then we went to Jungle Jim's for supper, where the food is spiced with my favorite flavour: "something cooked by someone else".
It was a lot of fun. I've invited her to come over for supper next week. Fortunately she's not a vegetarian, as I know how to cook precisely one vegetarian dish besides salad. Instead, I'm going to make my spaghetti with my world famous tomato-less sauce. (That's how much my clone she is - she hates tomatoes too.)
*huggles K.C.*
Hm. It just went from "nosir, I'm not raining" to "downpour" in the space of five seconds.
Think I'll go to sleep and mourn the FY character a bit now. Don't suppose any of you have any FY fic recs for me? (Those of you who are into such things, that is.)
Love you all!
(Bwaaaaaaaaah! He's dead! *snif* I liked him!)
On my third hand, I don't think I need to avoid FY fanfic and websites like I've been doing for the past two years, since I have a feeling that was the main spoiler I might be likely to come across. And the character lives on as my new desltop wallpaper.
I'm feeling way better today. My nose is still clogged, which is not entirely a bad thing as the Dog is not yet recovered from the pork he was fed last weekend, which is causing flatulence. I am afraid to turn on the stove lest the house go up in flames. It's all right for the Dog's owner, who fed him the pork, as said person (despite owning the house and sleeping here occasionally) really lives with his girlfriend, and not here. The Dog is very happy to see him when he does spend time here.
My head doesn't hurt, my hips aren't aching, I feel my age again instead of three times my age. Wahoo!
Also, I have Double-Stuff Fudgee-O's, which are possibly my new favorite storebought cookies. I dunk them in chocolate milk. They render me brain-dead with papillatory ecstasy for a good five minutes. Mmmmm... rats, now I want one, and they're downstairs. I shall restrain myself and have an apple instead. (I keep junk food downstairs, and fruit in my room, under the hypothesis that I will go for the fruit first, and therefore eat more healthily. The results of this study will be released when I have trained myself to prove my hypothesis correct, much like that American Family Association poll a while back.)
My folks are visiting soon! Whee! P'raps I can persuade them to take me on a boat tour... I love boat tours and being on the water, and it's even better when someone else picks up the tab... that is, someone else whom I know has a steady job and can afford it. Otherwise I enjoy it anyway, but feel a little guilty.
I met my clone on Tuesday. K.C. We met on an INFP mailing list when I was... fifteen? sixteen? a while back, and have been nearly meeting each other ever since. She's like an older version of myself, except she's an ENFP. I love her to bits. She's since fallen hopelessly in love with another member of that list, a musician who lives in New York (and who has opened for bands like Jethro Tull and the Jefferson Airplane, and writes music for fun and jingles for a living - turns out he's the guy responsible for "Bounty - the Quicker Picker-Upper!") and who is the sweetest most wonderful guy ever (despite the jingles, which I forgive him for. He's had a very tough time of it the last ten years, and she is so good for him. They call each other cutesie names and stuff, even. They're sickening, but it makes me so happy to see them together.
Anyway, K.C. lives in St. John's, but spends so much time in the Big Apple that it's been hard pinning down a date, but we finally managed on Tuesday. We had coffee/hot chocolate at Timothy's, and then she loaded me into her Jeep (which is a vehicle designed to kill the elderly/infirm/non-vertically-endowed as fa as getting into it goes, I assure you) and took me on a driving tour of the area. I've got no idea where we went besides Cape Spear (breathtakingly beautiful) and Petty Harbour (cause for much fannish giggling - yes, she likes Alan - and quintessentially "fishing village-y"). Then we went to Jungle Jim's for supper, where the food is spiced with my favorite flavour: "something cooked by someone else".
It was a lot of fun. I've invited her to come over for supper next week. Fortunately she's not a vegetarian, as I know how to cook precisely one vegetarian dish besides salad. Instead, I'm going to make my spaghetti with my world famous tomato-less sauce. (That's how much my clone she is - she hates tomatoes too.)
*huggles K.C.*
Hm. It just went from "nosir, I'm not raining" to "downpour" in the space of five seconds.
Think I'll go to sleep and mourn the FY character a bit now. Don't suppose any of you have any FY fic recs for me? (Those of you who are into such things, that is.)
Love you all!
