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August 2nd, 2006

got any spare chickens?

I'm reading old posts over on scans_daily and find in the comments the metaphysical question for the ages:

Would it be possible to sacrafice someone to some kind of demon gods to get Young Justice back? [sic]

I wish it were scans_daily. I wish it were.





Edit: This image is probably more appropriate.
ETA: Who says chickens aren't "someone"s?

rurounibug ; 07:32 PM|2 replies

August 7th, 2006

You love comics as much as I do. Yes you do. Stop argueing.

I haven't really liked any manga for a while now, but while surfing around on scans_daily I found a post about Wild Adapter, by Kazuya Minekura, and really, Kazuya Minekura, how are you so awesome?

Wild Adapter is about a dissociative--no, really--young man named Kubota Makoto, who, "looking for something to be attached to" takes in Tokito Minoru, who has no memories, and whose right hand is deformed into a furred claw that sometimes hurts badly. The two are investigating a possible connection to WA, a drug that after repeated hits turns its users into werewolf-like creatures before their internal organs violently rupture, killing them.

Tokito hasn't told anyone that his hand pains him, so as not to worry them when there's nothing they can do, but Kubota more than likely knows, as you can see in this--unflipped, right-to-left reading--scene


(wherein Tokito has gone to hide in the shower.)


Emerald Eyes has the scanlations. I did nick these from them, and I should be ashamed of myself, I know, but I liked the scene and wanted to fannishly rant share. Also, it's similar to one in Saiyuki, where Sanzo is injured and has a talk with Gojyo through the door of his hotel/inn room, both pretending a similar--though maybe more cynical--sort of obliviousness. (And if I find that manga back, I'll scan the scene and add it here, though I'm not sure I actually own that volume.)

Tokito and Kubota are somehow sweeter about it. Theres more warmth between the characters that Between Sanzo and Gojyo. Similar scenes aside, they're a lot more similar to Hakkai and Gojyo, but with Kubota being more visibly jaded than Hakkai (who is very much jaded, but hides it) and Tokito being more innocent and younger spirited than smoking, drinking, womanizing Gojyo.

Look at that, scans and meta. Go me in the middle of the night. This is usually when I give you lot book reports, so I guess it's to be expected.

Also, in fandom-speak 'meta' means something like 'theory'. I just learned this.

rurounibug ; 01:28 AM|fine, ignore me

August 12th, 2006

it's kinda like . . . stuff

rurounibug ; 01:32 AM|5 replies

August 13th, 2006

this is why I say "KTP"

To clarify, the KTP is the Indonesian ID card. Used much like the US uses a drivers license, except the KTP has nothing to do with motor vehicles. It's just ID, and on it other than name, date of birth, and so on, is religion. Doesn't matter what you actually believe, you have to be officially one of the five sanctioned-by-state religions, or, if you believe in tradional beliefs--well, I don't know what happens then. I do know tradional beliefs are governed by the Department of Education and Culture (Depdikbud), and not the dep. of religion, so you know that it's valued below "real" religion.

(my religion is "stop fucking killing people")

I don't need a thing that takes people, strips away everything human about them, and leaves them with a label: Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddist; and makes it okay to not think of them as people with personalities, sorrows, souls. That makes it okay to wish them harm, based on that one slight difference.

I don't need a thing like that.

rurounibug ; 07:46 PM|4 replies

August 18th, 2006

prompt generator

Theres a bunch of them out on the web, but they tend to be journal/article/column prompts, or too long or specific to be of use, targeted for school project writing, or just lame. This one is officially a CSI pairing generator, but it generates an almost random pairing and a short prompt. Just ignore the pairing and use the prompt.

I don't know if I'll ever use it, but one of you might want to, so I'm sticking it here rather than bookmarking. (Also, my bookmarks are so messed up, I never find anything back in there.)

Generate!

ETA: This design of the same generator mixes canons (BuffyXWolverine? Whaaa~?) but seems to have different prompts.

rurounibug ; 04:00 PM|fine, ignore me

August 22nd, 2006

I hope my leftovers are okay

So I've been sleeping on my aunt's couch for the last week, and debating whether or not to go home and and get the ice cream from my freezer and what remains of a chicken out of my fridge. I think theres enough on that carcass for a sandwich or two.

The milk though is definitely off by now. No bets on the orange juice, either.

I don't know if I told anyone about this in YIM, but I'm housesitting while my cousin is in the hospital and my aunt runs back and forth between here and there for clean clothes and showers. I'll be here for another week, at least, feeding dogs and looking out for my cousin's rabbits, who I've decided are like rockstars: No matter how nice it is, they gotta trash their quarters.

So I have nothing to do, really, but watch dvds and mooch off their wireless. Which means: internet arguments. Because what else could bored+highspeed come to?

I'm engaged in one right now, over on scans_daily, where I've apparently insulted all of Africa by suggesting that traditional African art has some consistent charachteristics.

I know. I'm just a bigot at heart, aren't I? (Ironically, I am, but against white Australians and not really anyone else. I know. It's wrong. I'm bad.)

But at least I have dogs, bunnies, wireless highspeed and dvds. What more could a guy want?

Other than ice cream and that chicken, I mean.

rurounibug ; 01:20 AM|2 replies

August 25th, 2006

and now: socks!

Today I went home for clean clothes. I'm an active one, I know.

My cousin's rabbits are still single-mindedly destroying their own habitat, and the damn dogs wake up fifteen times a night to insist they need to go outside.

Where they look around, sniff a bit, then come back inside, only to insist they need another outing in the next hour.

Even puppies and bunnies push me around, natch.

They took out my cousin's whole freakin' colon today. Apparently it was ready to perforate. Worst the surgeon had ever seen, my aunt said when she called to give the everything's ok.

rurounibug ; 12:48 AM|fine, ignore me

August 25th, 2006

aw, the head-pat comes with a side of condescension

Can't I have fries instead?

Over on eL--a forum I gained owner's permission to join only by promising I wouldn't fight with people--where I'm totally fighting with everyone . . . .

Okay, it started like this.

A member posts about how a college classmate is being ostracised because his/her religion isn't one of the six recognised by the state--I mentioned in an earlier post that there were five. Guess they added one without my noticing. She thinks it's unfair, and I agree and think she should have said something to her classmates. She has excuses why she couldn't, such as she's not a hero, and she doesn't know the people doing the badmouthing well enough to have the right to comment on their behaviour.

Yes, she is serious.

I get snarky about people whining about things they aren't willing to help change. Because everyone whines about things that are wrong in Indonesia. I hear it all the time, from "The art in this book is good enough for Indonesia," to, "Thats how school is here", to, "I hate this shitty country," to, "What can you expect from a developing nation?"

Its that we expect so little that is so much of the problem. So much could change if people weren't so willing to take it. Oppression? Who needs it? We're doing it fine on our own.

I say, "But whats the point of making a topik about prejudice and unfairness if both are behaviours you're willing to tolerate?"

I say, "Anyone can talk about what they think is wrong in the world, but if they're not willing to try to change it, maybe they don't have the right to complain."

Yeah, I'm a total shit. You knew that, right? But I think that sometimes, just now and then, I'm a shit with a decent point.

I'm also a shit who doesn't know when to quit, because I should have given up all my pogs and gone home the second someone brought up my old friends, the familiar, "East is east and west is west" argument.

You don't know it? It goes like this, "Western countries like America, germany, and England are open minded and encourage indivual thought and expression. Not like up closed minded, homogenous Eastern countries. Western countries want their people to be as diverse as possible, Eastern people want uniformity."

Or something.

What he says is, "i remember know. lol About the US argument. Salah satu beda antara [transl: one difference between] Indo dan USA and most western countries?.. is? THEY ARE WESTERN! ta da!"

Ah, condescention, where is my head pat? Oh there it is:

"I said "cacat", in Indonesian, this means--"

Sometimes, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

rurounibug ; 10:35 PM|3 replies

August 28th, 2006

and then it was all--most likely--OK

Its pretty clear now that my cousin's gonna be alright, despite having had a major organ removed. I suggested he try to get them to let him take the colon home in a jar, the way they sometimes let kids take home tonsils, but apparenly they need it for tests.

I feel vaguely traumatised by the whole thing in that I can watch my aunt's house and the animals and such, but can't really do much else. And then people come home to catch one night of decent sleep and tell you about pick-lines, and IV trees and you say, "I, uh, fed the dogs."

In other, less emo news, I managed to burn my hands making coffee. But it's the back of the hands, so even though the left one is slightly blistered I can still web surf. And thank god, because it's not like anyone will fight on the internet for me.

My aunt got back and said, "Did you hurt yourself?" when she noticed I had a wet paper towel wrapped around my hand.

Me: Well, it was . . . Kinda.
Aunt: Ah. Was it stupid?
Me: Yeah.
Aunt: Say no more.
Me: In fact, I think it was the stupid that burned me.

Then:

Aunt: Did you manage to burn both hands?
Me: Well . . .
Aunt: You were really trying, weren't you?

I'm not actually accident prone. Not in that trip-over-your-own-feet, running-into-screen-doors way. Its just that sometimes my foresight kicks in so late it may as well be hindsight.

rurounibug ; 11:42 PM|fine, ignore me

August 30th, 2006

bunny on the lamb

One of my cousin's rabbits has escaped. And it's not like it's my fault, but it would have to happen on my watch, and not, say, last night when my aunt was home.

Or maybe it did, and no one noticed.

It's too late at night to do anything about it, or call anyone to admit failure of duty, but maybe--if I'm luckier than I usually am--she's still in the garden and will come home willingly. Right.

Now I'm afraid to let the dogs out to pee, because if Martin catches her he'll kill her, which would be just what I need: "Bart lost the bunny, and then his dog killed her."

Fantastic.

And no, I can't find another bunny that looks like her.

rurounibug ; 11:42 PM|fine, ignore me

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