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Friday, April 11, 2003
Joke my English professor told us today, given to him by a friend: When you get your B.A., you know that you know something. When you get your Masters, you know that you don't know anything. And when you get your Ph.D., you know that you don't know anything, and that no one else does, either. XD;;
New layout soon (this weekend?). Tonight, I've got a lecture to go to. Skipping the first ADP showing of the quarter for it, too. ^_^;
angel in my heart, awaken ... 04:39 p.m.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
And it looks like things worked out after all, with the literary journal. I'd sent an email out a week or so back, explaining my misgivings about the release form (it would have transferred copyright to the publication, if anyone remembers my entry about it earlier), thinking I wouldn't have much chance but I might as well give it a shot. One of the editors actually got back to me over the weekend (while I was at con ^_^;) and said he was willing to work with me on it. And now, after a couple of emails back and forth, my submissions will, indeed, be published in the journal. With a new release form, written by myself, which grants the journal permission to use the works, but allows me to retain copyright ownership. *happiness*
And here I thought complaining wouldn't be worth it; or, if it did manage to do something, it would only be with much trouble for both sides. ^_^; Squeaky wheel and all that, I suppose.
angel in my heart, awaken ... 05:48 p.m.
Wednesday, April 9, 2003
On break at work. Trying to earn back the money I blew at con. XD;; I'll just have to scrape by for the next couple of weeks (upon which I shall do the Yukari Payday Dance XD), then it's all good. Though I thought I opened up a bank account so I could actually put money *in* it ... ~_~
... Still wishing I was at con. ^_^;; But there's stuff to distract me, such as the writing club's lecture this Friday. We've only been working on it since, what, the beginning of the year? o.o
Back to work, back to work.
angel in my heart, awaken ... 05:52 p.m.
Sunday, April 6, 2003
*sigh* The post-con depression is already weighing heavily upon me. I don't wanna go back to class and colorless mundane life~~ T_______T
General thoughts about Sakura Con 2003: First off, organization was non-existent. It just *wasn't* there. So with the exception of perhaps the AMV contest and the dance, we sort of ended up not knowing what we were doing until a few minutes before. Like Nagahama's panel, which was originally scheduled for Friday afternoon, then Sunday morning, then, wait -- he wandered into another autograph session (can't blame the poor guy, he was probably bored) so let's goooo and get him to sign stuff before other people find out~~~ XO
Which isn't to say I didn't enjoy it. Despite having no Ishida Yoko (;_________;) there were still the standard con events, like cosplay and AMVs, the dance, the dealers' room. Plus, it was con -- there's something really nice about wandering around and feeling out of place because you *aren't* in costume. XD (Neko-chan mentioned how there was still that reflexive reaction to Turn Around and Look whenever you saw someone wearing bright clothing ... even when we were in Red Robin for lunch, after we left the hotel. XD;;) I feel a bit bad about the non-con-goers who were probably scratching their heads (and/or hiding their children) at the sights and sounds of otaku at play. Not to mention the poor hotel staff, who'll have to deal with the towels we used during cosplay prep, or the lingering scents of unwashed bodies in the dance hall. ^_^;;
(There are not so good things about being among a large group of otaku, however ... such as going into the artists' showcase room and hearing a very loud and persistent group of girls behind you squeal repeatedly over the picture of Lina in "a-SOO-ka's" plug suit. >_< Urge to kill ... rising ...)
Anyhoo, specific stuff -- dealers' room was as we expected, despite the fact that the SakCon staff NEVER ACTUALLY POSTED THE EXHIBITORS LIST ON THEIR SITE. XO US Anime was there, though, and that's all that really mattered to me. XD;; I can't really complain about their selection, because they had several boxes of doujinshi, but ... all but one of the RuroKen yaoi was SanoKen, which of course is not a problem -- but it was almost entirely MO Dorigumi, and I'm not really a fan of their style. No Sannasubi. T_T Some Yami no Matsuei, Escaflowne, of course lots of Gundam Wing, and Gravi ... They had some Yuu Yuu Hakusho, but it sold out before we got there -- to staff and dealers, I assume, because we got in with the first group on Friday morning. (Am going to just assume there was nothing by Private Label or Tohru Azumi, because ... because otherwise I might cry. ^_^;;) They *would* have had Saiyuuki, but the guy in charge of packing FORGOT THE BOX WITH THE 'S' SERIES. ("Yeah," the guy says, "so we don't have our Saiyuuki, or Shaman King ..." Me: "You had Shaman King??" O.O) Though at the very least, it was fun to hear the guy 'advertising his wares' ... "Red hot yaaaooooiiii ... Get them with their pants off ... HOT GAY PORN!" XD;;;; (Sayeth one of the security guys: "I've been getting complaints from some of the other dealers that you're annoying them. Keep it up.")
As for the other douj -- kept on the other side of the table to protect the sensibilities of some of the rabidly-hetero-fanboys, I guess -- it was overwhelmingly hen. I swear the yaoi side had less explicit stuff than this. :P I did get what I believe was the only gen RuroKen book, at least, an early one by Yamaguchirow ... but NO VIOLENTLY HAPPY. T_T I asked the seller why they don't bring more non-hentai, and he said it "sells terribly at cons." *hissgrowl* (I briefly considered promising to buy out their entire collection of gen douj if they brought it next time, but. ^_^;) And of course there's the Amazing Switch-Cover Furuba Douj. We were so happy to find Fruits Basket books that hadn't already been snatched up by the staff, especially this one whose beautiful cover had a lovely group picture with Tohru, Yuki, Kyou, and Momiji ... until we got back our room and actually flipped it over. And found out it *wasn't* gen. @_@ So from the front, it's "Aww, how cute!" and from the back, it's "WTF!?"
The main events were somewhat disappointing in terms of content, though I've sort of come to expect that. ^_^; We missed the cosplay contest, though from the bits we saw on the re-broadcast we didn't miss much. O.o No karaoke contest, either. AMVs were on Friday -- decent, but nothing outstanding. They need to have a giant spoiler warning at the beginning, I say. ^_^; I also think there needs to be a rule that for an "Action" entry you have to actually accomplish more than splicing a bunch of flashy violent scenes together, setting it to heavy rock music, and shoving it at a willing audience. ~_~ I actually ended up voting for the least action-oriented video, a Read or Die one that was more about Yomiko pining after Nancy than any action. But that was fine by me, because I like Yomiko. ^_^ In the Drama category, I chose -- brace yourself -- a Seisou Hen video! Because it was nicely done, and the scenes they chose were vague enough on the plot that my mind wasn't screaming "Canon rape!" the entire time. (Am I bitter? Of course I'm not. XD;;) It actually made me ... kinda ... like Seisou Hen. o.o! Anyhoo, there was also a Comedy category, in which my vote went to a video entitled "Pikadiator" -- because Pikachu speaking with Russell Crowe's voice is just too much fun. (Also, the only other movie parody vid, one with Eva and The Messenger, had Asuka as Joan of Arc. It seemed undecided as to whether it was supposed to be amusing or offensive. XP)
The dance on Saturday was better than I anticipated. Or perhaps that's because I was expecting something like a high school dance, and that's what it was. With better music, of course. I missed last year's masquerade ball terribly, though. :/ (They did play the waltz from FFVIII, at least ... the only problem being that Dianne was the only one who actually knew how to waltz. ^_^;;) I missed having my usual dancing partner, too, because I was reduced to inflicting Eric with my limited memory of swing. But we tried valiently. ^_^;;
(I'd also like to note that "Yakusoku wa Iranai" is an impossible song to dance to. It's not slow enough to slow dance, nor does it have a discernable beat for steps. A gorgeous song, of course, but simply incompatible with any sort of physical, dance-like movement. O.o)
Cosplay in general was good. The funnest part may have been dressing these two up. XD It has been decided by the kitty and myself that we too shall cosplay next year (and yeah, I know I said that *last* year, but) ... the only problem is who to do. The thing with a Misao costume is, though it should be relatively easy in terms of finding materials and sewing patterns, I don't relish the prospect of running around in shorts and a sleeveless gi. At least if we go as AzuDai girls, we can use their winter uniforms. ^_^; I've been somewhat intrigued by Pai Meilin's Lotis outfit from Alice 19th, though ...
As for today, it's just been slow and sleepy in general. ^_^; The temptation to just crash was strong, and I know at least I gave into it, as soon as I got back into the dorm. First order of business after that was a shower to wash off the lingering otaku funk; and after that, I have been unreservedly unproductive, and in constant denial of the return to class and the real world tomorrow. XP
That's about all I can glean from my sluggish, sleep-deprived brain. There are various other things of note, such as the family cosplaying Akazukin Chacha (with a BABY WOLF-VERSION OF RIIYA XO) ... or the freaky conga line at the dance ... or the fact that I didn't see nearly enough of you (I say self-endangering DDR contestants should be held responsible for their own injuries XP) ... but I'll stop. I might even turn in early tonight. We'll see. ^_^;
angel in my heart, awaken ... 10:58 p.m.
Thursday, April 3, 2003
Con tomorrow~~ XD XD XD (I'll see you there, and hopefully this Seattle trip will be better than the last one. ^_^;)
And now, to work! *dashes*
angel in my heart, awaken ... 07:08 p.m.
Wednesday, April 2, 2003
Ahem. Brace yourself for some shameless AI2 fangirling ... or just hit the Back button, whichever's your fancy. XD;
I laughed, I cried, I geeked like all hell. XD; No, really, it was lots of fun and it definitely felt nice to get a break tonight. Though I think my amusing pasttime has led to some unfortunate consequences ... neechan hates me for having brought her over to the Dark Side, and now even my mom started watching. ^_^;; Me? It just makes me really happy to hear them sing. Especially Clay. :D I was muchly pleased with the results tonight (er ... I don't think there's anyone left to spoil by now ...) because I'm rather sure Carmen was the one who would have been voted off. (I'm not too concerned with the reasons behind the producers' decision. I liked Corey, and it's too bad he's gone; but the uber-drama some people are trying to pump into it just doesn't appeal to me. I guess I'm just not cut out for the reality TV -- I only want to let them all sing and be happy. ^_^;;) I rather like Carmen, actually. I'm not entirely sure why, since she's young -- my age, in fact -- blonde, and perky. And I got enough of that in high school. XD;; Her voice has a unique sound, though, and I like it. Vibrato aside, of course -- I don't know who trained her to do that, and *why*, but it doesn't sound right at all. I don't think it's an issue of voice control, as she's shown she can hold notes well. But of course my favorite is still Clay. My mp3 of "Somewhere Out There" has been played an absurd amount of times already, and I'm not going to stop anytime soon. XD;;
Ho-kay, off the geeking on one subject, and onto another -- con is this weekend. O_O! I've been so wrapped up in preparing for it that I've sort of forgotten about the thing itself. Maa. ^_^;; Am looking forward to getting there early and raiding the US Anime table ... :D
Quick link before I go -- I found this in Fandom Wank, go figure. A short commentary on the crossed signals between pro-peace activists and military advocates. Rather nice, I thought.
angel in my heart, awaken ... 10:35 p.m.
Tuesday, April 1, 2003
*nikoniko* I got someone to cover my shift on Saturday, so now I can go to con worry-free. *nikoniko* That was the only largish problem hanging over my head, so -- I'll be running around like crazy during these next two weeks, but at least I won't have to really worry about stuff. ^_^;
Not much to report class-wise. Everything seems all right so far. Oddly enough, a guy from my old middle school (i.e. Texas) is in my English class. O.o (I'll tell you who it is next time I see you -- I forgot last night. ^_^;) The only semi-interesting thing happened in English yesterday. My professor asked us, quite broadly, where we thought humanity was headed, and whether there was some finite limit to progress, as a sort of lead-in to the modernism/postmodernism relationship. One guy who answered -- who, to be fair, was generally well-spoken -- asserted that humanity "is not progressing, but digressing." At which I promptly imagined humanity as a whole marching proudly in the correct direction, only to be thwarted by some yahoo in the lead who points off somewhere random and yells, "Look, fluffy bunnies!!" (Yeah, yeah, I know what he meant. But. XD;;)
I've also abandoned Notes of a Desolate Man, the book I was previously reading. It's a postmodern Taiwanese book, and, well ... I fought my way through about half of it before I couldn't even pretend to enjoy it anymore. I think I'll wait until I learn a bit more about postmodernism before I give it another go. Maybe I just need to be more thoroughly introduced to the postmodern movement before I can really read any of the writing. ^_^; In the meantime, I've picked up Bridget Jones' Diary. Much less erudite, but I'm enjoying myself immensely. (There goes any pretense at intellectualism. XD;;)
Oh yes -- the Very Secret Diary of Jacques Chirac. XD
angel in my heart, awaken ... 03:58 p.m.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Will contain my mad sparklies about Les Mis for when I'm talking to someone who actually cares. XD;; (Though I will say this much -- seeing it performed live reawakened some emotions that I'd thought had been comfortably dormant after several thousand listenings of the soundtrack. For example, "A Little Fall of Rain." I was quite sure that I could see it without crying, but, erm, guess not. ~_~)
I think I'm pretty much recovered from this weekend's bout of (freaking scary) sickness. *crosses fingers* I think it helped that I found something to get angry about and therefore distract myself -- namely, I found out that my English teacher had switched one of the books for my class *right after* I had come back from buying it. Which doesn't sound like a big deal, I know; but I checked my textbook list a couple of days ago, so that means this was a pretty recent change. Plus, I had just hustled around various used bookstores looking for the cursed book, and now I don't even know if I can return it. Grar. >_< I'm not that bothered by it anymore, but still -- this teacher starts off with a definite "WTF!?" first impression. *yukari-growl*
Also very comforting is the string of mp3s I've downloaded from here. (Go ahead, laugh at me. I am officially an American Idol whore. XD;;) I'm quite pleased that I now have a copy of his rendition of "Somewhere Out There," because that just makes me feel warm inside. :D Anyway, I would recommend going to the site and downloading a few -- even if you're not interested in AI, just go so you can look at his picture, then hear him sing, and wonder how *that* comes from *that.* XD
angel in my heart, awaken ... 10:56 p.m.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
3 hours till Les Mis. O_O A pleasant end to an otherwise crappy weekend spent being sick, sick, sick. X_x (The rest of the week was great, though. Except for the fact that I can't bring all my friends from home back to UW with me. :P)
I promise I'll be more coherent later. Or not, since my brain will have melted into an amorphous puddle of joyful goodness come this evening. XD
angel in my heart, awaken ... 10:56 a.m.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Did anyone watch the Oscars on Sunday? Chicago won Best Film! Sen to Chihiro won Best Animated Film! All is good. ^_^ I'm a bit disappointed that John Reilly didn't win the Supporting Actor award, but, not having seen the films of the other nominees, I suppose I can't complain. ^_^;
Interesting bit with Michael Moore and his speech for Bowling for Columbine's win. o.O I personally found his method of expressing his views repugnant, but after some thinking decided I don't think he *shouldn't* have done it. For me, throwing out inflammatory statements when one lacks either the opportunity or desire to explain one's views, and conceivably *convince* people, instead of simply angering them ... is a waste of time. But I wouldn't say Moore's speech had no place, or shouldn't have been made -- 'appropriate' or not, the Acadamy Awards are often made into a forum for political expression ... Halle Berry's speech last year may have garnered more general support, but it was still political. (And as for those who think *that* shouldn't have been said, I have another mini-rant waiting to be loosed ... but I'll spare y'all.) And to say that presenters and winners should only say things that are palatable to the masses is, frankly, stupid. So, yeah, Moore was inflammatory and not very productive, and *I* wouldn't have done it (I prefer Adrien Brody's approach better) -- but I don't think *he* shouldn't.
I did, however, have a slight problem with the flavor of the reaction to the speech. Right after the award for Best Documentary was presented, the one for Best Short Documentary (or something to that effect) was presented to 9/11. Now, there's an obvious contrast here. As Steve Martin said about the backstage activity, "The Teamsters are helping Michael Moore into the trunk of his limo." (He was a great host, man. XD) Moore's comments were heavily partisan, whereas the connotations of the 9/11 documentary (the recipients didn't mention Moore themselves) are more inclusive. The assumption is also that they're pro-Bush, while Moore slammed on him pretty heavily. Hence the theoretical rancor between the two parties. But also, I worry, the comparison might be made, that 9/11=pro-war, pro-America, and Moore=anti-war, anti-America. This isn't something I necessarily got from the content of the Oscars, but from the American political climate in general. For instance, I recently saw on the MSN website a poll about whether anti-war protests were anti-American.
Can anyone else see the blatant absurdity in this question?
Sure, some people who oppose this war oppose Bush, the current government, and some are even against the U.S. in general. Some protesters also get out of hand and turn violent -- though I would just call that stupid instead of unpatriotic. But to assume, as this question does, that protests in general can be labelled as "American" (whatever that means) or "un-American"? And that nearly half the people who answered, last time I checked, opted for the latter? Never mind the fact that, apart from the fringe groups who contribute nothing but vitriol and violence, many who oppose this war (or war in general) are intelligent, rational, well-intentioned, and support the good of this country? This pisses me off.
Let's take a look at this train of thought. The general sentiment seems to be, since we're already engaged in this war, we (Americans) should support our troops/government and not display opposition to the actions of our leaders. Which I agree with, in part. I don't, for instance, think we should support any actions that would sabatoge the efforts, because pulling back haphazardly in the middle of this operation would simply result in more useless death. I do wish for the best for our forces; and, given the choice between more losses on the American side or on the Iraqi forces', my entirely sentimental and amoral (meaning *separate* from my moral intentions, not *immoral,* hm?) desire is for the latter. The problem is, often this general sentiment is taken way too far. "Opposition" is taken to include anti-war protests, or even mere opinions. So the code of behavior for Americans turns into something like: since our country is already engaged in this military operation, we should swallow our own feelings about it and support the war, no questions asked. Wave our flags proudly and all that. Because to oppose the actions of our leaders would mean opposing the good of this country. Do not question or criticize our government, because that is unpatriotic and therefore wrong. So ... someone want to send the Iraqi people that memo? Because they probably want to know what's good for one's country, and we should share; after all, I seem to remember it being said that we were doing this for the good of *their* country too ...
Of course one could say that this ideology just shouldn't apply to Iraq. That what's good and moral for us isn't good and moral for them, I don't know ... If people were willing to admit that we're *not* acting from a position of moral authority, that we're only doing this for our own safety/benefit/power, then I wouldn't have this problem. (I'd still have *other* problems with the war, of course, but not this one.) But Bush has played the morality card, whether he truly believes it or not -- and I get the impression he does -- and turned this into a "moral" war. Therefore our actions have to be moral, simple as that. None of this waffling between "We're doing this for the sake of Iraq/the world/defeating Evil everywhere!" and "Who cares about U.N. support or the opinion of the Arab world? We're doing this for American security and American national interest!" At the risk of sounding like Kant, if you want to call yourself moral, then your actions have to be moral if taken by anyone, not just you.
... Aaaaand, I'm off-topic. XP What I mean to say is, a single characteristic, of opinion or political affiliation or whatever, can't account for a person's entire view. People associated with 9/11, as rescuers or workers or loved ones of victims, are generally characterized as "good" patriots, the warm and fuzzy kind, who support the war and clap Bush on the back. But there's a small, though vocal, opposition group made up of people who are friends or family of 9/11 victims, and who protest the war. Because grief doesn't automatically translate into hatred, nor nationalism into support for this war. I *am* pro-troop. I *am* pro-America. I *am* pro-peace. And that is not a contradiction.
*sigh* Didn't mean to turn quite this political. If you're still with me, glad you're here. I only have one more semi-political comment, and that's just that you should go here and read the Very Secret Diaries of Bush, Hans Blix, Rumsfeld, and Tony Blair. (The last one brought back fond memories of AP class. ^_^) And of course, the latest and IMO greatest, Osama bin Laden's.
And onto other topics ... such as the fact this break is flying by. Forget what I said earlier about not minding the return to school. I still don't, but ... I want to stay here. ^_^;
angel in my heart, awaken ... 03:42 p.m.
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