sunshineduk: I got the band together in the...
A Crash Course in Japan: Wikileaks →
irrelevantdestination: So, this is unrelated to Japan, but I feel like writing a little about it since it’s been on my mind, and seems to be occupying most of my thoughts. How do we make decisions about events? When I was little, I would more or less go with what my parents said and thought was right and wrong, because… My buddy here admits his naivety (and shouldn’t we all?), but...
post-lightning: The Thing About Twitter →
scarletmonochrome: postlightning: Is that it uses big words to describe itself, Like “timeline”, to say “where all the status updates show up.” Imagine that, the line of time, as something you call yours You can freely travel through history Though not yet to the future, Like being able to take three thousand steps backwards… The feeling of unfollowing someone you like sucks, but I...
Scarlet Monochrome: AHAHAHA!! I Can Do It! →
scarletmonochrome: This past day was technically the day before I was supposed to start my epic one-month-novel writing, but I wanted to get a head start, which ended up being a test. I thought, if I can do the 5000 words today, then I’ll trust myself to be able to do it for the month. I started pretty early in the… Good job, and congrats on not feeling bad about the lack of sleep or...
Colorless Statusblog: I like? I bookmark! →
thecolorlessstatus: It’s another verb, but the same principle: Earlier, you could ‘follow’ and ‘unfollow’ threads; It was a personal thing, because no soul cared whether you followed a thread or not. Now, it’s called ‘bookmarking’ and ‘unbookmarking’, and it brings a competitive aspect to the conversation process…. “Now, it’s called ‘bookmarking’ and ‘unbookmarking’, and it brings...
8 Months in Japan: Week →
irrelevantdestination: In the past 5 days I have done many things. I have felt like I was going to get sick. I have gone to the former pleasure district of Kyoto and noticed that it retains none of the professions that used to be practiced there (or so it seemed), I’ve nearly gone crazy due to the jingles they play in… NO MUDKIPZ O_O
Tumblr just isn't my platform.
It is rare for me to discuss the technical side of things. (Probably a luxury of Tumblr!) So I’m packing up my shop and transferring everything to WordPress. I’m leaving my Tumblr account open so I’ll be able to keep following people, replying to their posts, and so on. But if you want to get my content you’ll have to subscribe to my new RSS feed. Don’t worry....
post-lightning: Online and nonanonymous. →
postlightning: On facebook I update only the the things I care people who I can run into to know. I have this other online life outside it. In this life, I have many contacts too. A lot of them I consider friends, though I’ve never physically met them. In this life I have an audience, and I perform for… Neat. I again have similar feelings. Friends
Every Day is an Exciting Adventure
It’s awesome. I could be surprised any moment. Will my GMail alerter purr out the words I need to see? Will it keep me in suspense? And I don’t need to do anything: I just sit here, and live the adventure. What will happen next? Tonight—tonight, will my luck change? Who knows! Endless intrigue! Dramatic conflict aplenty! Tonight, or tomorrow night, or in a week? Damn, life is so...
I got a room.
postlightning: Two ageing laptop computers sitting on barstools beside the bed. The older machine has a bigger screen; The smaller screen shows brighter pictures. I used to bring these things everywhere, Now I find myself staying where they are. I removed the ass and lap out of these equations And put them on the bed, Where now all my important things get done. Now this is more like...
post-lightning: I hate tumblr. →
postlightning: I’m losing my way. I thought I was smarter than this. I thought I can read into signs very well That I can handle the deluge of images One after the other Without context or commentary Regurgitated by real people with unreal names On the internet. Give me commentary, a caption, an opinion,… Remember: lightning amplifies the greenhouse effect.
As I Lay Waiting
September 26th is almost over. It’s been 41 days since I was told that I was “exceptionally intuitive”—I deciphered a situation (specifically, why #CWP hadn’t sent me a second reply) based on a single vague clue, offered what was probably a half-decent response to said situation, and received a validating (though also mellowing) response. Intuitive, huh. And caring! I...
Time Goes By
5 days since my last post? Nothing to see here, moving along…
Sorry, housemates, but my cat pwns you in all metrics of good company and cuteness.
I chat cute, lol !
Friend: //You've started using lol... almost excessively recently
Me: *don't you mean
Me: lolmost exclusively? ;)
Friend: Yeah, yuck fou
Friend: Something's gotten to you
Me: i admit to not feeling myself lately
Me: i will try to be more... eloquent
Friend: I mean, you're normally my bastion against stereotypical IMSpeak
Me: yeah, yeah, i'm sorry.
Me: normally i'd have more substance to my speech, but i don't feel very substantial these days!
Me: i shall make up for it with enthusiasm for now!
Me: and mayhap someday i shall once more be able to respond to things without the oblolgatolol
Me: the obligatory lol
I didn't hold back this time! =D
Typography is Serious Business
chikorita157: kimaguresan: fuck this conversation kimaguresan: this is so god damned moronic i can’t take it anymore kimaguresan: i’m out Tsumugi Kotobuki: sorry if I offended you kimaguresan: the level of stupidity here is ruining my train of thought kimaguresan left the room. Tsumugi Kotobuki left the room. Me: wow Rule of thumb: never mention anything about typography,...
I can't sing "Bobby Jean" (genuinely)
I wonder if I ever will be able to.
Anonymous asked: What do the CEO's eyes say? Why is he flirting with a fling when he doesn't seem to be sexually threatening at all?
Productivity:Suck Ratio Pretty Low
I think I’ve had maybe two days of truly good feelings and exuberant productivity in the last two weeks. That’s pretty lame. It’s not even November yet! The other night, I realized that it’s been a month since I posted my Aika face. At the time, I thought I’d made a breakthrough. Things were going to change. Get better. Illusions would be dispelled, truths would be...
Topics of the Day
1. I won’t be a writer. Is this a prophecy or a resolution? 2. I can close-read that obscure text known as people. 3. Maybe she thinks I still like her. Is she right? I don’t know. 4. Sometimes even the people who care about you don’t pay attention (with regards to output). 5. We rationalize too much. 6. Where will I be in mid-December: PST or EST? 7. When something has a...
I know what my problem is. I haven’t been listening to “No, Thank You!” enough.
St. Augustine's God
We’re reading Saint Augustine’s Confessions in a class I’m taking on autobiography. It was my second time reading the text for a class, and I did not do it justice on this read-through… though maybe that is justice, given that it’s a steaming pile of crap. But putting that aside, two interesting things came up in our discussions. First, mortality. Augustine...
I need a long nap.
Eat some sleep, so that I become the consumer rather than the consumed. I should re-read Salad once I have recovered from my sleep-deprivation. Stuff’s good. I will have more to say—here and elsewhere—later tonight.
The Truth Isn't Always One Thing
Click to enlarge, or something.
I almost used the punch line as the title
“Still waiting.” Alex leaned on the railing, hunched over, chin up. Gazing out at the ocean. “How long, now? Two years? Three?” Russ shook his wrist, swirling the dregs of a can of Mountain Dew. “And many more to pass.” Seagulls screeched excitedly as they fought over morsels on the midday beach. A strong wind rustled through the palm stands, one...
The World's Walls Encroach
Connections seem to be springing up everywhere. A few strands here and there, then ropes marking off a site. More and more, and soon there are fibrous walls enclosing us. I said once before that we make our connections in the past—unless we’re Takemoto and we narrate our future in the past. I’m starting to make them in the present. The kind we’re expected to make, the kind...
This is my Summer: Nothing in Particular →
Right now I’m listening to a song that I love. I love a lot of songs, so this song is not vital to my being and sense of identity, but it sounds nice, it’s performed wonderfully, and the title resonates with me in a way. What’s the name? We’ll get to that… It’s almost 2:30 AM and I have to get up… No pity, bro. You just did something really stupid, and your parents clearly overreacted....
road to nowhere: I put on my HTT shirt tonight... →
This fine evening I put on my HTT t-shirt and grabbed a couple of Melative friends and watched K-ON!! 20. The episode was fantastic. It was 22 minutes of fun, enhanced by being with friends, even though we’re separated by hundreds and thousands of miles. A show primarily about friendship should… <3 … gratifying, validating, and uplifting. minna!! kagayaiteru wa yo!
~The 21st Summer~
I turned twenty in early June, so this is my twenty-first summer coming to a close. And what a ride. I spent one month in reclusive angst and unproductiveness, emerging from my room only to drag my sorry corpse up the hill to a summer class which I quickly decided was a bad idea. I spent most of the month living alone. I moved out early from the Honey & Clover-esque room I’d shared...
Colocationality in time
Gunbuster makes the issue of “existing in the same time” extremely dramatic, important on a scale much more poignant than any on which we will experience the issue in our lifetimes. But even time zones can produce some stirring of sentiment if we let them. Three hours? When those three hours disappear, maybe the heart races a little. It’s 9:30 pm for me; it’s...
Time to water my plant. Last night my brother killed the washing machine. I have an odd fascination with how multifaceted the Japanese yaru is… initially, it might seem weird that HTT didn’t have a “yatta” moment after its last swan song, if only because it’s the kind of thing that would lead nicely into their break-down, but eh: K-ON!! is surprisingly good at...
K-ON! - Here I Am Honest
When the first episode of K-ON! was released however many years ago, I watched it, I felt queasy, and I dropped it. It wasn’t my thing. It was too moe, too braindead, too clearly Kyoto Animation’s money machine. I didn’t look back. I had no regrets. I didn’t need K-ON!. Then something funny happened: I went to a convention, and at this convention they were marathoning the...
It's not gay... it's...
Tsumugi Kotobuki: watch k-on!! 19
Me: i did; yui and azusa are so gay it's awesome
Tsumugi Kotobuki: its not gay
Tsumugi Kotobuki: its lesbian
Tsumugi Kotobuki: or yuri
Ryan A: wut
Ryan A: Mugi, you is funny.
Me: wow mugi
Ryan A: That should be a tumblr all on its own: "it's not gay, it's yuri"
Me: "it's not gay it's yuri"
Me: i love it
Me: so impenetrably dense
Our dear friend Mugi, in posting this chat, neglected to include the part where I disparage your typical yuri fan.
Me: gay is gay
Me: lol @ butthurt homophobic lesbianism fans
Me: there's an epidemic of them in anime fandom... sheesh
Me: "durrhurrhurr we liek 二 girlz 2getha becuz 二 girlz i5 bettah than 一 (ichi means one)!! herp a derp"
Me: but "gay? ewwwwwww"
_Mea culpa_ for broaching the subject of Yui and Azusa's romance in such a sensationalist manner, and for using a term that has a lot of negative connotation through misuse. I'll _refrain_ from saying "everything is my fault," even though I really want to.
I can only lay on so much irony in a single post!
In fiction, I am a sadist; maybe masochist?
Spoilers for everything I’ve written, ever. Rocks fall; all main characters die. (I’m serious. Continue only if you don’t mind spoilers, or never plan to read any fiction I ever write.) Why? I’ve wanted for a while now to write something more Aria, more Amanchu!—more uplifting, at times empty, at times laden with positive messages. Failing that, something purely...
I am officially a better person than Tohno Takaki.
motto motto motto
In all my emphasis on the enryoshitai no of “No, Thank You!”, I think I’ve so far managed to pass on discussing the rest of the song. Is the song about inactivity? Sloth? Sitting around and passing up on every opportunity? Hell no it’s not! LET’S SING motto motto motto koe takaku Mio (right) wouldn’t need to look so worried if she were simply disregarding...
o dreams, u so malleable
Predictably, given the time I put into yesterday’s 5 cm/s post, last night I dreamed of the girl to whom I confessed in December 2007. I had a large group of friends over, the majority of whom were people I hadn’t seen in ages. High school friends. The exact configuration of the group kept changing. Sometimes there were five guests, sometimes eight, and who each was also...