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.hack//sign, 80s music, aesthetics, ai no kusabi, anime, anne of green gables, anthropology, archaeology, astronomy, beyblade, book collecting, books, candles, cats, celtic music, chaos, clarinet, classical music, coloring, complexity, cowboy bebop, crayons, culture, daiken, daisuke motomiya, diet coke, digimon, digimon kaiser, digimon music, doujinshi, dvds, fan fiction, fanfics, fanfiction, fiction novels, flcl, fruits basket, germany, gravitation, hatori, hats, hikaru no go, history, humanism, humor, igo, illusions, imagination, inuyasha, irony, japan, kaisuke, ken ichijouji, kensuke, languages, logic, manga, miyazaki, mp3s, music, music in other languages, mythology, new interests, online comics, origami, pharmacy, physics, pictures, pretender, psychology, quotes, reading, red dwarf, rurouni kenshin, sayings, sci-fi, science fiction, serial experiments lain, shounen ai, slash, sleeping, smurfs, sociology, taito, teh, television, the cat returns, tsuzuki/hisoka, walking, weird books, weiss kreuz, witch hunter robin, wormmon, writing, x-files, yamato ishida, yami no matsuei, yaoi, yu yu hakusho, yuki/shuichi.

Wednesday, February 14th, 2018
11:30 pm - Radioactive!
One more quick little finish:

candle


Enjoy it. I'm starting a Mirabilia tomorrow and those always take me a while. It's the hands and faces. I go loopy over my hands and faces. *grins*


And if you're looking at this one and thinking, "Ehhhh, a little too purchased-at-a-Hobby-Lobby, what's-with-all-the-corny-quotes for me," I only have one thing to say.



candleglow
Bitch, it glows.
Ohhhhh, yeaaaaaah.


current mood: accomplished

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Tuesday, February 13th, 2018
10:43 am - (not so) Mini-rant
Okay... so I've kind of mentioned this before but I need to say it again. And since it really is just me on my livejournal, I feel like I can say it here safely without offending or discouraging anyone.

Because I really don't want to discourage anyone.

The honest truth is: I love that cross-stitch (really all needlework) is experiencing this renaissance at the moment. I am happy that all these new people are finding something they love and enjoy.

But I don't love how this massive influx of "hip" is changing things.

How pathetic is that?

"Subversive" cross stitch was fun when it first became a thing. Ha ha ha. You like stitching the word fuck.

The same is true of patterns that referenced pop culture. Hell, I stitched Ichijouji Ken myself. When someone loved something enough to spend the hours it took to create a cross stitch celebrating it, that was awesome. You could physically feel the fandom flowing through that piece.

But then someone (actually, many someones) saw a way to make money off of this and boom! This shit is everywhere. Seriously. I feel like 2015-2020 will be known as the year of the cacti and campers and vaguely feminist quotes. (Because stitching something feminist is ironic, don't 'cha get it? Ha ha ha? Never mind those of us who have actually fought for years to get our artwork recognized as a legitimate form of expression).

And that wouldn't even bother me but there really is only a finite amount of air in the room and as every one rushes to cash in on the "Oh look, cross stitch is cool!" phenomenon, "cheap" and "easy" become the determining factors in what gets put out there. Those of us who really want to create something that might last longer than the next pop-culture fad are getting pushed to the wayside. And yeah, sometimes I feel like my kindred and I are being pushed out of the "fandom," if you will, for not being "cool" or "hip" or "edgy" enough.

Add to that that I can be more than a little bit of a perfectionist when it comes to cross stitch. It's hard to put into words what my needlework means for me; what it does for me. And while I can acknowledge that I am forever improving my work and that no one springs forth fully skilled in ANY form, damn if it doesn't get old when 90+ percent of what is posted out there is amateurish hack jobs. And the ugliest part of me thinks that while a very, very, very small number of these folks might love this enough to stick around long enough to actually become skilled, most won't. They don't care like I care, they're not interested in putting in the time that I've put in, and so when they want to compare what they do to what I do, it pisses me off.

So yeah, that's pathetic and selfish and arrogant and more than a little sad, but there it is: my truth.

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Saturday, February 10th, 2018
5:41 pm - Quick finish...
This wasn't supposed to be "next", but the fabric I needed to start the project I wanted to do took longer than expected to come in the mail.

Hey--I actually managed to wait 2 days before starting this. I need a needle in my hand or I start to get a little grumpy.

Look people, it's stab inanimate objects or stab animate objects. Take your pick. *grins*


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It is a Mill Hill Button & Beads kit. Every time I do one of these I swear that I am never going to do another because they can't be bothered to pre-separate their threads and beads and that just drives me insane. This time I had to distinguish between "rust", "light rust", "medium rust" and "dark rust". At one point I was so frustrated that Bitty came in, took one look at my face and and walked right back out again.

I refuse to ever stitch one of these kits, ever again.



Oh, who am I kidding? There's already one waiting to go later this year. *sighs*

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Sunday, February 4th, 2018
1:00 pm - Mmmmmm... cookies!
So, one of my "goals" for 2018 is to cook more at home. The idea being I will save more money and (hopefully) put less rubbish in my body. I figure that shouldn't be too difficult as it is not that hard to get less "rubbish" than Taco Bell.

Sorry Taco Bell. Just speaking truth.


But as a sub-goal of that goal, I'm trying to cook at least one new recipe per week in the hopes of getting a little more variety in my diet. Because yeah, I'm the type of person who could (does) zap the same frozen dinner for lunch every. single. day. Happily. (I really don't know what would happen to my life if Lean Cuisine stopped making their pepperoni french bread pizza--but I know it would be BAD).


I'm happy to say that, so far, I've actually stuck to this goal. It doesn't hurt that I'm generally pro-anything-food. But a win is a win, folks!


I'm especially proud of this week. Because I made a sheppard's pie (those of you who know me are probably going, "And??? You make that all the time?") but I *didn't* use mashed potatoes. I actually (FINALLY) tried mashing cauliflower.


I can hear the peanut gallery now, "Whoa..."

Because yes. I am a potato freak. I love potatoes. I have never prepared a potato in anyway that didn't leave me going, "Mmmm, potatoes."

And I despise cauliflower. It's just so... flavorless.


But I tried it. And, surprise, surprise, it was actually pretty darn good. A little more bland than potatoes. A little more runny. But seasoning, and a good long bake in the oven mitigated that significantly. I *may* even try it again someday.


Still... changing out only one ingredient in a well-worn recipe felt a little like cheating. So I went on the hunt for something I had never tried before. And that's when I found a recipe for lemon sugar cookies in an old Taste of Home book.

Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhh.


lemon cookies


Having made them, I have to say, they're really more of a cross between short bread and sugar cookies, not straight sugar cookies, but I'm not complaining! They're a near perfect mix of crispy, chewy, lemony goodness. And bonus points for being both easy and pretty (I didn't even have to dirty up the mixer). Feel free to mark this one as a win, Taste of Home.

So anyway, here's to hitting goals and getting cookies in the process.

Win. Win.

*grins*

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Saturday, January 27th, 2018
1:12 pm - First world problems...
So I'm running into a problem. I've lived in my current house for almost 12 years now. That's 12 years of accumulating crap the way you only can when you're not moving often.


This is the first time I've ever really been in one place this long. It's also the largest living space I've ever had. Years and years I spent living in a kitchen-bath-bed set up that clocked in at under 200 square feet. In that situation you learn very quickly to question the inclusion of even the smallest things in your life.


But it is easy, oh so easy, to get away from that when you move in to 2000 square feet. I can remember moving into this house. I felt like I was rattling around with endless space at my disposal.


But, much like so many other creatures, we really do grow to fit our containers. And yes, this applies to both girth and crap. *grins*


The answer seems obvious: throw shit out. (Or give it away or donate it, etc). But in practice, it is much, much more difficult.

I sometimes watch episodes of a show called Hoarders. I'm am hesitant to even own up to this very human penchant to gawk at those dubbed "stranger" than myself. After all, I still have working plumbing and have never lost a beloved pet only to discover their mummified corpse years later, therefore I must be succeeding at this thing called "life." And yet, I do relate to these people, in a way that often frightens me.


What I've seen over and over on that show are these clearly mentally ill people being presented with something of little or no real value and yet, they cannot bring themselves to part from it. There's always some "USE" they can see.

And I get that. I've felt that.

(I feel the need to interject that my stuff isn't covered in literal mouse shit. Therefore I am "OK," but why do I feel the need to make that distinction? Is it even a distinction? As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not entirely sure).

My home has also become a dumping ground for fellow family members. I'm looking at you, piles of computer shit in my guestroom, boxes of books I've no interest in reading in my closet, and fur coats that wouldn't fit me even if I didn't live in SOUTH EAST TEXAS. At what point to do you lay out the ultimatum: I don't want your shit. Come get it or it's going to the landfill/goodwill.

And what do you do, really do, when they blow past any official deadline you finally work up the courage to set and yet you know if you made good, you'd carry their blame and animosity until they had the good graces to go join the great majority?

Brush your hands off and say good riddance? Toss the shit as threatened? I don't know if I'm that brave. Okay fine. I know I'm not that brave.


Anyway, it's a shitty thing to be whining about. Woe is me. I have too much stuff.

Still, I'd like to get back to actually knowing what I have.

Hell, at this point, I'd settle for just knowing where to start.

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Friday, January 26th, 2018
9:58 am - Where does the time go?
I feel like I blink and more time has disappeared. And yet, when I try to remember what I did with that time? Nothing.

I will admit to entirely too much time spent listening to CNN while playing games on my tablet. That really needs to stop. That's going to stop. I'm not saying I'll quit wasting time. No, I think humans need to waste time. I'd just like something, like say a cross stitch, to show for my wasted time.

Speaking of cross stitch, I never even bothered to post a picture of my christmas ornaments. But yeah, did them. I've also already got my first finish of the year. A monochromatic piece that speaks to my inner homebody.

So maybe I do have something to show for my already passed time? Yay?



Jane Austin

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Sunday, November 26th, 2017
9:53 pm - Plum Pudding
So... I finished the actual cross stitching almost 2 weeks ago, but I finally just sat down yesterday and today to do the bead work. Normally I'm not so anti-bead, but I just wasn't feeling it.


But hey, at least it is all done now!





And just in time to start some christmas ornaments. *grins*

current mood: cheerful

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Friday, August 11th, 2017
9:50 am - It's starting to feel like home again...
Finally, I'm getting back to looking like myself on livejournal. Not that I didn't like the cool, clean lines of the basic livejournal skin, but, I've gotten so used to seeing Kikumaru each time I logged on that not seeing her felt kind of lonely.

But I've updated all the image links in my outside groups and now, I've updated the image links in my "style". So all that's left is to go through my journal entries and update those links.


I really wanted this done right after photobucket pulled their little stunt, but work and life had conspired to make that damn near impossible. But then I twisted the holy hell out of my ankle yesterday and so I find myself unable to get up and really do anything like, say, clean house or grocery shop and so, since I'm stuck in a chair with a foot propped up, I figured, no time like the present. *grins*


I could be putting assignments together for the fourth year pharmacy student I am getting on Monday, but... where's the fun in that?

So instead, I plan to spend the day trolling through my own livejournal entries, trying to match broken links with active links, all whilst fussing at the beasts for always managing to stand or lay right where I need to see. *laughs*



Wish me luck!

current mood: sore

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Wednesday, August 9th, 2017
9:26 pm - New cross stitch...
I'm a little bit ashamed (okay, very ashamed) at how long it took me to finish this piece. It wasn't particularly complicated, nor was it terribly large. Still... I found myself avoiding working on it for weeks at a time.

I could be that I was stitching one over one on 32 count fabric.

It might have a lot to do with the fact that we were short at work and I was working 60+ hour weeks.


Still, I've done both those things in the past (though maybe not at the same time) and it has never affected my will to stitch like it did this time. So who knows?


Regardless, I was genuinely happy to put the final stitch in this one. Hopefully my next choice won't feel like such an imposition. *shrugs*



current mood: drained

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Saturday, July 15th, 2017
7:03 am - Dear Photobucket,
So yeah. Apparently some time yesterday, photobucket decided to hold the links to all my photos hostage unless I agreed to pay them $400/year.


Yeah. No.


Don't get me wrong--I support their right to make their site make money. Had they bothered to do something as decent as emailing me, letting me know that they would no longer be providing free image linking service, and telling me what plans they were offering (and, lets me honest, if they were offering something a little more reasonable than $400/year for the tiny accounts like my own), I might have been tempted to "buy-in," so to speak. After all, I've been using the service for free since 2004. I get how nice that was.

But just changing all my images to ads for your services over night? That just pisses me off. Taking something I spent hours and hours designing and tweaking and destroying it? Now I'll never use you again. Even if you were free.



So--sorry about the broken image links. I'll be taking care of that as soon as is possible, starting with the group pages.

And photobucket? Fuck off, buddy.

current mood: angry

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Wednesday, May 10th, 2017
10:09 pm - Purple Vinca
So... this wasn't the piece that I had been planning on working on next. But Bitty took it upon herself to rip open the kit and since it seemed easier to stitch it up than to find a new bag for it, here we go:

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I only wish my phone's camera didn't wash out the colors so badly. They're much more "jewel toned" in real life. And the beads add a nice sparkle--well worth the effort.


And lest you think Bitty's only contrubution was opening the package, here she is making sure my lap stays warm while I stitch:

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What can I say? She has a super rough life.

current mood: sleepy

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Friday, April 28th, 2017
7:01 pm - Meow!
So... I'm a crazy cat lady, but I had never stitched a cat. It always seemed a little too on the nose, so to speak, like the crazy cat lady within was trying just a little too hard.

But now that's changed.

Something about this chart just called to me. It could be the green eyes. (It's probably the green eyes). Or maybe it is the fact that this beastie looks so much like two of my own little green eyed monsters: Kikumaru and Bitty.

Either way, as soon as I saw it, I just had to have it and stitch it, and tonight, I finished.

Yay!

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current mood: sleepy

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Wednesday, March 15th, 2017
8:35 pm - Stitchery-doo!
Okay... so I stitched this in February and then totally spaced on posting it. Go figure.

But anyway, here we go:
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Its a J. Washington Irving original. No, seriously, start to finish, my design.

Yeah, I'm a little proud. *winks*

I have it hanging in my little corner at work as a reminder to, well, you know, when it gets, well, you know...

I need that.

*smiles*

current mood: accomplished

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Friday, February 3rd, 2017
3:39 pm - Better Angels of Our Nature - Epilogue: Justice
JUNE

Yamato had always hated the muggy humidity of summer in Tokyo. Even sitting in an air-conditioned car like he was now, the sticky heat seemed almost poised to attack, barely held at bay by the falsely chilled air struggling out of the idling car’s vents. Yamato told himself that it was the humidity that had left him feeling simultaneously both light-headed and like his insides had been weighted down with hot, molten lead. Yeah. It was the humidity, not the unenviable clusterfuck that his life had become.

“You need a minute?”

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current mood: contemplative

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3:03 pm - Better Angels of Our Nature, Chapter 5: Death
JUNE

“Keys, catch.” Yamato did not have time to react before the objects in question landed with a crash on the keyboard in front of him. He picked them up, shooting a scowl over his shoulder at Minamoto, the man who had thrown them.

“I’m leaving,” Minamoto offered in answer to Yamato’s ugly look, continuing, “I’ve locked the room, but I thought you might need to get back in later.”

Yamato frowned. Locked? Did that mean that everyone else had already taken off? Again?

“What time is it?” Yamato asked, unable to hide his annoyance with the other taskforce members.

Minamoto smiled, allowing Yamato a moment to enjoy his little fit of pique before answering, “About twenty after ten.” He was unable to keep from snickering at Yamato’s shock.

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As ways, this can also be read on ff.net and AO3.

current mood: nerdy

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Saturday, January 14th, 2017
9:12 pm - First cross stitch of 2017!
Started this Christmas eve and just finished it up tonight:

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current mood: accomplished

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Thursday, January 5th, 2017
10:50 am - Indeed.

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Hanecdote


current mood: artistic

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Friday, December 30th, 2016
12:48 am - How I know it's time to go to bed...
I just asked a cat to please move his tail because, and I quote, "I'm late and it's tired."

One usually needs to imbibe various fermented beverages to become this idiotic.

current mood: tired

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Thursday, December 29th, 2016
9:40 am - Why am I wasting time on the internets?
Okay...I know full well that this falls under the category "shit you shouldn't waste your time getting upset over," but I flipping hate articles like this: Embroidery Artists Who Have Revitalized Embroidery.


It's utter bullshit.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Embroidery has ALWAYS been an art. Cross stitch has ALWAYS been an art. Quilting and fabric piecing and applique have ALWAYS been art. Tapestry work and crewel work and candlewicking have ALWAYS been art. Just because your own head was shoved too far up your own ass to recognize that does not change that fact.

I mean, of course the stitchers mentioned in the article are artists. So is every other person who stitches, regardless of whether or not YOU like their style, subject matter or technique. Period. Full Stop.


And as to the "revitalization" bullshit... Well... Again I say, things, art, don't just pop into existence when you begin to notice them. Pieces don't suddenly become art just because they're in a style or involve a subject matter you appreciate. No. Women (and men and children, but lets be honest and admit, mostly women) have been creating this art for thousands of years. The fact that you just woke to it recently (and, perhaps most tellingly, to only this particular form and style) does not/will not change that fact.



I don't want it to seem like I don't want people writing articles about my pet passion. On the contrary, I do. I know that the more people who become aware of just how much of this, frankly, amazing art is being produced, the better. The more this art is shared, the more people it can inspire and more people that might see it and discover their own passion for it (and I say this honestly, even as someone who can admit to sometimes finding NOOBs annoying as hell). Because then it will grow even more, it will become even easier to access great tools and fibers and I will get to explore my own passion for this, my most loved of arts even further.


So yeah, I can appreciate the exposure, condescending though it might be ("Typically viewed as craft, this medium often straddles a fine line—depending on its application, it too can occupy the art realm." my ass), and still call bullshit on the idea that you get to decide when, exactly my art becomes art.


Eat me, bitch.

current mood: pissed off

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Sunday, December 18th, 2016
4:47 pm - Christmas Ornaments 2016
Done! And with a whole week to spare. *grins*


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current mood: grateful

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Sunday, December 11th, 2016
8:01 pm - La, La, La
Yes, more cross stitch. But I really am going to focus on that last chapter of ... the fanfic who's name I've forgotten since it has been so long since I last worked on it.


Yeah. But anyway, frostywonder needed some items for her roller derby group's craft fair and, since I needed a reason to put off confirming the resurgence of Ichijouji Ken's dark side... voila!


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Some of the patterns are J. Washington Irving originals, some are pearler bead patterns filched from pinterest, some are bits and pieces of larger patterns, and most are some combination of the above.


So yeah. Writing.


Or I could go look for something else to stitch.

current mood: creative

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Tuesday, November 1st, 2016
9:03 pm - Yes... More cross stitch.
So I went on a cruise about a month back. My first cruise ever. Seattle WA, Astoria OR, San Francisco CA and Victoria BC. And if that wasn't cool enough, this cruise was a cross stitch cruise. Yeah that's right. A bunch of cross stitch geeks doing excursions to cross stitch themed museums and stitchery shops and taking cross stitch classes on the "sea" days.


The class I took was for a white work sampler. And I finally finished it today:

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Of course it took me forever to get a chance to sit down and work on this piece because I first had to finish the one I had started before leaving for the cruise. You know... I have... rules.

But here is yesterday's finish:

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Yay! Now to start on my christmas ornaments. Or, you know... finish that poor fanfic I've left hanging with one chapter to go.


Whatever. *grins*

current mood: accomplished

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Monday, July 18th, 2016
12:45 pm - Better Angels of our Nature: Chapter 5
Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue - The Lovers
2. The Hanged Man
3. Judgement
4. The Devil

Disclaimer: Ha! As if! Don't be ridiculous! You think I'd have written that 02 epilogue!? Please!





Better Angels of Our Nature
The Emperor





FEBRUARY

Ten Years Earlier


Ken's hand pressed gently against the top of the duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. He was unable to stop himself from smiling at Leafmon's quiet exhalations juxtaposed against Chibomon's raucous snores. Both digimon had fallen asleep shortly after leaving Koushiro's apartment, no doubt due in equal parts to the cold temperatures, their warm nest and the fact that their bellies were over-full with the usual convenience store rubbish Miyako invariably brought to all of the digidestined meetings.

"Ken?" Daisuke had been walking a few feet ahead of Ken but stopped when he realized the older boy was no longer at his heels, "I can carry them for a while," he offered, holding out a hand. But Ken only shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Daisuke asked, pausing only a second before continuing, "Is that Chibomon?" Daisuke shook his head as if he had never heard such snoring before, "Jeeze!" he teased, "How can they sleep through that?" Despite the horrified tone, Daisuke was smiling. Ken offered him a small smile in return.

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current mood: sleepy

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11:22 am - Better Angels of Our Nature: Chapter 4
Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue - The Lovers
2. The Hanged Man
3. Judgement

Disclaimer: Ha! As if! Don't be ridiculous! You think I'd have written that 02 epilogue!? Please!





Better Angels of Our Nature
The Devil





JUNE


Daisuke pursed his lips as he read the text scrolling along the bottom of the muted television. It was hard to see the smallish characters from where he stood, just inside the kitchen, guarding the coffee percolating on the stove. Still, he refused to turn the volume up, not with Ken pretending to sleep in the room just down the hall.

The television flipped to commercial just as Daisuke reached over to remove the coffee from the stove's heating element, setting the tall carafe on the nearby trivet. He pulled a mug out of the overhead cabinet, adding it to the waiting tray that already contained white rice and a banana. Daisuke considered frying up an egg before shaking his head. Ken had not been willing to even consider eating eggs since that first day at the station and Daisuke was tired of throwing perfectly good food away.

The excessively perky newscaster was back on by the time Daisuke had finished pouring up the coffee. He continued reading, squinting, as he carefully stirred the single spoonful of sugar into the otherwise unadulterated cup, only to find himself suddenly overcome by an almost inexplicable anger. Daisuke threw the spoon he had been using into the sink with unwarranted force, grabbing the television remote from where it sat on the nearby counter and turning the television off, disgusted.

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current mood: geeky

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Saturday, June 11th, 2016
10:37 pm - You know what Google? This hurts.
Google just ground my feelings into the dirt with their heel, the big meanies!

For real though, here I go, searching for "wormmon plushies" as you can CLEARLY see in the the search bar.

But what results does Google bring up?

Well have a gander:


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That's right. Koromon!


Listen up Google, I am a 36 year old woman. If I decide I want to cover my unmade bed with a half dozen different Wormmon plushies like the slightly more than crazed Ichijouji Ken fan girl that I am, that is my god given RIGHT.


Don't be trying to push some google-head's pepto-bismol colored ball of fluff off on me and pretend you're being helpful. "Search instead for..." my ass.



Hahahahaha!

(I think the lack of my favorite 02 peeps in TRI may be starting to get to me. Maybe).

current mood: aggravated

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