<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387</id><updated>2012-02-04T08:47:16.217-08:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='tests'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='metroid'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='brawl music'/><category term='trips'/><category term='video games'/><category term='serious rambling'/><category term='doctor who'/><category term='brawl'/><category term='outings'/><category term='videos'/><category term='fanfiction'/><category term='rants'/><category term='sailor moon'/><category term='nerdiness'/><category term='writing'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='censorship'/><category term='Not Mine'/><category term='zelda'/><title type='text'>Our Lady of Bad Counsel</title><subtitle type='html'>The random and sometimes incoherent ramblings of a nerdy girl obsessed with writing and swords.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-2816446921699579585</id><published>2008-05-03T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:30:40.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>*insert screaming here*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY TEN MORE HOURS UNTIL I LEAVE TO GO ON A MUTHERFUCKING CRUISE!!!! MY GLEE KNOWS NO BOUNDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, okay, I'm not exactly looking forward to the 9-bloody-hour bus ride BUT STILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-2816446921699579585?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/2816446921699579585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=2816446921699579585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2816446921699579585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2816446921699579585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/05/insert-screaming-here.html' title='*insert screaming here*'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-6068941428363407611</id><published>2008-04-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:37:47.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>The post with no title</title><content type='html'>Around this time last week, I was stuck in the house because there was &lt;em&gt;a fucking blizzard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 15 Celsius outside, no snow on the ground, and partially cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up weather is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS, I went down island with Chloe and Sable last week, as Chloe was having a tattoo touched up. Long story short, one of the tattoo artists was kind of a pervy guy (well, he talked about a bunch of pervy things, at least), and when his co-worker called him on it, he said, "I only say these things because I've never found anyone to do them with!" to which the guy he was tattooing replied, in sort of a shy-schoolgirl type of voice, "I will."&lt;br /&gt;It was twice as funny because they were both burly guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day the girls and I went shopping, because we needed formal attire because we are going on &lt;em&gt;a motherfucking cruise in just one week&lt;/em&gt;! I am brimming with excitement! And excrement, but that's neither here nor there. Back to the point, we ended up looking in this store that sells clothes for fat chicks (it's called Addition-Elle, but I kept calling it "Come and Shop Here, Fatty McFatass" because I'm such a sensitive soul), because every other clothes store only seemed to sell clothing that would fit on children. Or Auschwitz victims.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;holy shit&lt;/em&gt;, some of these pants I couldn't stick my arm through, they were so narrow! And I can never find a women's shirt that is long enough in the arms. Or has enough room upstairs. My twins need lots of living space, and normal shirts just don't provide!&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not buying anything at Fatty McFatass's, because not only were the sizes XL, but the prices were too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as with any trip to the mall, it rekindled my hate for humanity. But it was funny, because I had no sleep the night before, so I was all grouchy and confrontational, so I spent half the time calling all these slutty chicks skanks and whores and shit. I was disappointed that they never tried to make something of it, because they were so fucking skinny I could have probably broken them in half with my bare hands. EL OH EL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I need sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-6068941428363407611?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/6068941428363407611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=6068941428363407611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6068941428363407611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6068941428363407611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/04/around-this-time-last-week-i-was-stuck.html' title='The post with no title'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4007599759372729739</id><published>2008-04-05T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:53:33.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl'/><title type='text'>Eye hate</title><content type='html'>Right, so that pink eye I thought I had? Well, it turns out I was wrong on that front. I don't have pink eye, I have Iritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just what is that?" I can all but hear you asking. Iritis is essentially arthritis of the iris, and what that boils down to is that my iris is inflamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iris&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;inflamed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually people tend to get this shit when they have arthritis in other places on their body, but then the opthamologist says that sometimes people will just get Iritis for no fucking reason. It was at that point I literally felt my face form the &gt;:| expression. Except my left eye was all bloodshot and watery. So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on drugs now, so at least I no longer look like Itachi "emo tears of BLOOD when he uses Amaterasu" Uchiha, which is really a good thing, because emo tears of blood are just about that last thing I want to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood of the children banging on my mutherfucking walls on the other hand... Have I mentioned before how much I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; children? Because I really do. Loathe them. With all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. My virus scanner just popped up with a message that said, "Test cannot be started because it already does not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, back to the topic, my wonderful happy great FUN TIME EYE CONDITION that is totally the greatest thing that ever happened to me!!! Lies, lies, lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drugs that I said I was on? Well, they're eye drops. I don't really handle forgine objects going onto my eye very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Trev calls me a hypocrite, because I frequently freak him out by touching my bare eyeball, but that is completely different from the eye drops! At least I know where that finger comes from, and exactly what it'll do to my eyeball when it comes in contact with it! I just don't like things that are not attached to me touching my eyeball, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but epic lulz were had at his expense, thanks to Brawl! Firstly, I completely thrashed him as King Dedede while I was Pikachu. Now, this isn't very lol worthy, but the fact that I was playing with a Wiimote instead of my usual Gamecube controller, had only one eye open because the other was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking inflamed&lt;/span&gt;, and wasn't even wearing my glasses (which meant that anything that wasn't within a foot and a half of me lost all detail) is cause for much laughter. Even better was his excuse that he wasn't used to playing as Dedede. And when I pointed it out that I couldn't really see the game, and yet still beat him, my mom laughed at him. That made my night XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second humiliation of Trevor came just last night! In order to clear the "get 400 or more combos in Training" challenge, I built a stage with little C-shaped nooks into which I could corner a character and attack them with rapid punch characters like Sheik and Kirby. I told Trev about this stage, so he asked to fight me on it. So we go there with our best characters (Sheik for me and Sonic for him), and I proceed to get him into a corner and rapid punch his damage all the way up to 999%. And let me just say that that took a couple of minutes, and I spent those minutes laughing and not looking at the screen while he tried pretty much everything to escape my onslaught. He only managed to escape because I backed off, and that was so I could launch him off the screen. The next humiliation in that round came when I KO'd him by using Sheik's Vanish on the same day that the Smash Dojo said, "There’s something really intolerable about getting KO’d by this move."&lt;br /&gt;And then I pissed him off even more when I kept evading his grab and throw attempts and KO'd him three more times while laughing like a twelve year old girl on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a horrible person can be so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4007599759372729739?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4007599759372729739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4007599759372729739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4007599759372729739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4007599759372729739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/04/eye-hate.html' title='Eye hate'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-953918688762554313</id><published>2008-03-30T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:12:26.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The weather outside isn't THAT frightful...</title><content type='html'>So, um, it snowed the other day. Not a lot, mind, but there was enough to cover the ground white. And unlike eastern Canada, which has been getting blizzards dumping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literal &lt;/span&gt;meters of snow, out west on Vancouver Island we got maybe two inches. At the very most. And it was the type of snow that, while it did stick to the ground, it was pretty much washed away by the rain within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET! When Dad and I stopped off at work briefly, to drop off a case of paper, one of his co-workers says to us, "Boy, I was sure glad I had my Hummer this morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the negligible amount of snow!?! I'm sorry, but six cemeteries of snow is not anywhere near enough to stop a freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vespa&lt;/span&gt;, let alone a bloody Hummer! Hell, think of the absolute shittiest beater car you can imagine, the type of car that's being held together by duct tape and hope, and know that it would have had no more trouble driving through the snow the other day then it would have while driving on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that co-worker was hardly the only person we heard whining about the weather. Just the most offencive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining about the weather, you tossers! It isn't that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I caught a case of pink eye, and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely &lt;/span&gt;makes my fucking week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-953918688762554313?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/953918688762554313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=953918688762554313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/953918688762554313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/953918688762554313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-outside-isnt-that-frightful.html' title='The weather outside isn&apos;t THAT frightful...'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-1759581546970931136</id><published>2008-03-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:42:00.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zelda'/><title type='text'>Of illness, Brawl and Zelda pet peeves</title><content type='html'>Hey! Guess what? I've got the fucking flu! Isn't that grand? I just love how my head feels like it's been injected with expanding foam, and that it's going to pop at any moment, and how I'm not so much talking as croaking, what with all the larynx-ripping coughing I've been doing! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ends the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only upside to this has been that I've had plenty of time to play Brawl, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my piss&lt;/span&gt;, that game is more fun than should be allowed! The Subspace Emissary was pure fan service, and it's never tasted sweeter. Let's just say that if this game was a man, I would marry him. Hell, if this game was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;, I would her! My love for this game transcends pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of a segue, I'm going to cut straight to my third topic for this post, my Zelda pet peeves. Well, they're more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fandom&lt;/span&gt; pet peeves than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt; pet peeves, but let's begin, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, there's the ongoing debate as to Sheik's gender. The three sides of this debate consist of the ones who think Sheik is a girl because Zelda is a girl, the ones who think Zelda used magic to give herself a male body, and those who think that Sheik is an entity connected to, but separate from Zelda. There are also the yaoi fans who want Sheik to be a boy, just so he can have hot buttsecks with Link, but I can't really comprehend the whole "yaoi" thing, so I'm not even going to bother going into it. Let's just call it a subset of the Sheik = Boy option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I believe that Sheik's a girl, I'm also fine with the Sheik is Zelda in a boy's body option. However, when people start saying that Sheik is an entirely separate entity from Zelda, that irks me to no end. The reason it bothers me so is because it seems like an attack on Zelda's character. It's as though these people are saying that, no, Zelda couldn't have done all the things Sheik did. She couldn't have spent seven years hiding in plain sight, fighting evils as a blue-clad ninja. She couldn't have managed to save Ruto on her own, or follow Link all over Hyrule, or fight monsters in wells, or any of that. She wasn't good or strong or brave or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; enough to do all that, so it must have been a guy controlling her! And as a woman, this thought both annoys and angers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second fandom pet peeve is also about Sheik. Well, the Sheikah, to be specific. I just find it annoying how when people create their Sheikah OCs, they always end up putting them in an outfit that looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;like Sheik's. Come on, people, be a little more creative! Impa's outfit didn't look like Sheik's, now did it? And they weren't the same colour, now were they? There's a whole rainbow out there! Try something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also bothers me when these Sheikah OCs have eyes that are another colour than red, given that the only three people who have been confirmed as Sheikah, or Sheikah descended, all have red eyes (and by that I refer to Impa, Sheik, and Impaz). I mean, why would Zelda bother changing her eye colour if that wasn't the case? She isn't the only blond haired, blue eyed person in Hyrule, now is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And while this isn't so much a pet peeve as a simple belief, I like to think that when Sheik transformed back into Zelda at the end of OoT, she actually magicked her skin tone from tan to pale, instead of the other way around. This is because in WW, Tetra was just as dark as Sheik was, so I figure that when she gets enough sun, Zelda tans fairly easily. Unfortunately, running a kingdom doesn't leave much time for tanning XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, an actual game pet peeve! Why are all the water/ice dungeons in the Zelda series so very hard/annoying? If there is some sort of logic to this, please let me know &gt;.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-1759581546970931136?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/1759581546970931136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=1759581546970931136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/1759581546970931136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/1759581546970931136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-illness-brawl-and-zelda-pet-peeves.html' title='Of illness, Brawl and Zelda pet peeves'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4488101133159428956</id><published>2008-03-09T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:19:00.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl music'/><title type='text'>Musical Indulgence (part 5)</title><content type='html'>Yes! The final one! Let's get on with it then, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W01 - Princess Peach's Castle - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana nana nana! Hehe, I love this one! Hm, I keep saying that about songs. I’m going to have to find new ways of putting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W02 - Rainbow Cruise - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this one to be quite pleasurable! Boy, that came out kind of dirty! Hehe, banjo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W03 - Jungle Japes - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongos! This, like so many others, is among my favourites! Especially with all that jazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W04 - Brinstar Depths - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! This one provides me with much auditory satisfaction! Oh my crap! I just realized that I forgot to set my Wii up so it’ll play through the stereo! WOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W05 - Yoshi's Island - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, nothing but banjo! Well, okay, there’s a drum and a guitar, but it’s mostly banjo! Hell, I’m just going to throw a banjo in with my horrible band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W06 - Fountain of Dreams - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like my ears are having orgasms! ... I just can’t come up with an analogy to “I love it” without it sounding dirty, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W07 - Green Greens - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... enjoy listening to this... very much...? YES! NOT DIRTY!! TAKE THAT, GUTTER THAT MY MIND RESIDES IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W08 - Corneria - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this one is sweet! So very epic space battley! And suddenly I have a craving for rhubarb?! Okay, odd... Now I want to set some Star Trek or Star Wars to this. NO! Even better, I’ll set some Babylon 5 to this! White Star &gt; Enterprise (any of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W09 - Pokémon Stadium - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very beautiful and triumphant rendition of this song. As I said before, orchestras make everything better! Haha, not that this song sucked to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W10 - Poké Floats - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I have a sudden urge to go punch Gary in the face, that smug prick. No wait, not Gary, the company that’s currently dubbing Pokémon. Those voices are terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W11 - Big Blue - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off kind of slow, but there we go! Speeding up! This song always makes me want to run around while screaming, “PEW PEW PEW!!” and pretending to shoot lasers at people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W12 - Mother - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting off scary and then turning wholesome things that this song does makes me happy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W13 - Icicle Mountain - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me happy, for reasons that I cannot explain. Maybe it’s thinking about polar bears in sunglasses and pink shorts that does it? I don’t know, but this song always makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W14 - Flat Zone - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song, I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, but now that I’ve been subjected to it for seven(!) years, I’ve found that it’s grown on me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W15 - Super Mario Bros. 3 - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with Icicle Mountain, this one always brings a grin to my face. And how can it not? It’s such a bouncy tune! I think even cranky old people, you know, the type who sit on their rocking chairs on their porches, just so they can scream, “GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU DAMN KIDS!!” any time someone passes by, would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W16 - Battle Theme from Pokémon Gold - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I’m not getting any sleep tonight. No, I’m going to be dumb and dig up my copy of Pokémon Crystal and not get any freaking rest &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W17 - Fire Emblem - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something vaguely Spanish about this song. Faux Spanish, perhaps? Well, faux or not, me likey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W18 - Mach Rider - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA ARE LIKE THIS SONG! IT ARE MAN SONG FOR MANLY MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W19 - Mother 2 - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! This was in another RM2K game I played! Knowing that I’ve heard it somewhere else gives me warm fuzzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W20 - Dr. Mario - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my wanderings on the internet, I found a video where an acapella group were singing different Nintendo songs, and this was one of them. Oddly enough, that video was the first place I’d heard this song XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W21 - Battlefield - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My joy knows no bounds! So many happy memories that revolve around beating the shit out of my brother (well, virtually at least) revolve around this song! Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W23 - Multi-Man Melee - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, rock on, Fighting Wire Frames! Rock on! You know, I think I’m going to call my horrible band the Fighting Wire Frames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W24 - Temple - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fell wind is blowing across the land of Hyrule. DOCTOR WHO LASER ZAPS!! Yes, I am indeed fond of this song! However did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W25 - Final Destination - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, my copy of this song is of a somewhat lower quality than I expected. No matter, it diminishes my fondness for the song not one whit! Time to go slap some hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W26 - Kongo Jungle - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is always going to remind me of tests, because the first time I heard this song was when I went over to a friend’s house, when the both of us were waiting in between exams XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W27 - Brinstar - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m a bitch, but I really enjoy shooting Mother Brain in the face. Also, this song rocks so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W28 - Venom - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hm! This is a lovely song! I swear, you play any song with an orchestra, and I will like it. Hell, you could probably play rap of all things with an orchestra and I’d enjoy it! Actually, I don’t think that would be possible, because orchestra’s play music, and rap doesn’t exactly fall under that category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W29 - Mute City - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANNARO! This song tempts me into driving excessively fast in large objects! Like a bus! OR A TANK!!! *cackles evily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W30 - Menu 1 - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it sibling, wake up so I can kick your ass in Melee!! The power of music compels you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W31 - Giga Bowser - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho! This makes me want to kill spiky turtles! Come on, tall dark and ginger, let’s make you into some soup again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X01 - Super Smash Bros. Brawl Main Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words really can’t describe my love for this song. I’ve heard it a metric assload of times, and every time, every freaking time, I am brought to tears. That, dear friends, is the power of music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X02 - Menu 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, me likey! Epic and grand, all the better to match the theme!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X03 - Menu 2 - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Sounds like old times! Makes me want to curl up in some sepia coloured memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X04 - Battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho! Sandra liiiiiike! Not quite on the epic scale as the main theme, but damn it, there goes that tear again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X05 - Final Destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! That’s even freaking better! Forget tears! This is ear orgasm inducing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X06 - Classic: Results Screen for Master Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Stop equating everything with Zelda, me! You’re embarrassing yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X07 - WiFi Practise Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this one is sort of Spanish! Tis cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X08 - Brawl: Results Screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! Sounds like it’s building towards something!!! ... Still building... Still... WHAT! No! Don’t you fade off like that! You’re supposed to become epic! You bloody tease!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X09 - Tournament Setup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like it’s trying to be muzak, but the orchestra is like, “NO! We are too fantastic for muzak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X10 - Tournament Bracket - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Shit is going down! Hah! And unlike YOU, Results Screen, this one actually builds into something! Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X11 - Tournament End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, this is a rather gentle way to end a tournament, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X13 - Classic: Results Screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, a little sped up, and not quite a tease! Much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X15 - Stage Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no... Someone is definitely going to Rule 34 something to this song, I can just see it! Stop defiling something so innocent, you pervs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X16 - Home-Run Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nice! Short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X17 - Main Theme Remix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this is going in fascinating new directions! Where are you taking me, little song! Um, can you hurry up and get there? Oh, that is new, that slappy sound! Interesting choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X18 - Melee Theme Remix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, here we go! Yes, get your fantastic remix on! I love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X19 - Trophy Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, muzak remix of the main theme! Part of me wants to laugh, and part of me wants to cry. The laughing side is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X20 - Sticker Collection/Album/Chronicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I am going to slap me one more time if I immediately think of Zelda upon hearing a song, I bloody well swear it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X21 - Coin Launcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s better! Huh, this sounds like the kind of song that I wouldn’t like, but I find that I rather enjoy this one. Way to go, music team for Brawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X22 - Classic Mode Clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! Tinkely bits make me think of Escaflowne, not Zelda! Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X23 - Stage Builder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TAKE THAT AGAIN! This one makes me think of Bolero, and not Bolero of Fire, I might add!!! (even though that was one of my favourite melodies...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X24 - Long Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, aptly named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X25 - Battlefield Ver. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with the Spanish! Someone in the music staff must be fond of this type of music. And I can’t honestly say that I blame them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X26 - Target Smash!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if I should hit myself for this song, because when I took a passing glance at the title of this song, I thought “Smash” said “Sheik.” But, the song is most definitely NOT reminding me of Zelda, so I think I’m safe! If anything, it reminds me of the circus, or a silent movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X27 - Staff Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this is kind of cheesy, but the awesome kind of cheesy! Hehe, sounds almost like a medley! Oh yes, it is indeed a medley! Alright, I take back the cheesy! Yes, I’m tearing up again! Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y01 - Subspace Emissary ~ Adventure Map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Drama llama! Damn it! *slaps self* It reminded me of the Dark World theme from Link to the Past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y02 - Subspace Emissary ~ Step: Plains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we’re in the desert, by way of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon? Interesting choice, music staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y03 - Subspace Emissary ~ Step: Cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!! *slaps self again* Reminding me of the dungeon music from the Zelda games!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y04 - Subspace Emissary ~ Danger Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How decisively sinister! I like how the main theme sounds like it’s coming through a radio, it’s a neat effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y05 - Subspace Emissary ~ Boss Battle Theme 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Now this is freaking awesome! I like how it’s posing in places it didn’t pause in the original main theme, gives the song a slightly different flavour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y07 - Subspace Emissary ~ Boss Battle Theme 2 (Final Boss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, well this is certainly badass! If this is the final boss theme, then DAMN, that boss better be, as Heather the Vampire would say, fuckin’ rad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y08 - Subspace Emissary ~ Save Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it sounds like the save points are going to be inside haunted mansions, if this song is any indication. Or a derelict building, at the very least. OooOOOooohh! Creepy! *menacing fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y09 - DK Island Swing (Subspace Emissary Version) - Donkey Kong Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, getting my groove on to this! Or I would be, were it not the dead of night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y10 - Airship Fortress (Subspace Emissary Version) - Super Mario Bros. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeheheHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! This sounds quite EVIL!! Hah! I can’t wait to fight to this song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y11 - Data Selection Screen (Subspace Emissary Version) - Metroid Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Oh hell yes!! HEY! They took away the cheesy dialog! Even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y13 - Brinstar (Subspace Emissary Version) - Metroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two for two! Bye bye, oddly pronounced dialog! I’m going to be rocking out while you don’t say a freaking word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y14 - Subspace Emissary ~ Step: Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I don’t have to slap me, because the first thing I thought of were Daleks, and they’re the Doctor’s nemesis, and in no way connected to Zelda! Take that, Bembridge scholars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y15 - Subspace Emissary ~ Subspace Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if the last one was Daleks, then this one can be for the Cybermen. I’m feeling generous :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y16 - Subspace Emissary ~ Ambient Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... It’s just an engine. Humming idly. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y17 - Subspace Emissary ~ Results Screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results, futher mucker! They’re intense, yet drawn out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z01 - Victory! (Super Mario Bros.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario! Luigi! Peach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z02 - Victory! (Donkey Kong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z03 - Victory! (The Legend of Zelda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link! Zelda! Sheik! GANNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z04 - Victory! (Metroid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z05 - Victory! (Yoshi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshi! You so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z06 - Victory! (Kirby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirby’s even cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z07 - Victory! (Star Fox)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z08 - Victory! (Pokémon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch’em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z10 - Victory! (F-Zero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom vroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z11 - Victory! (Mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK FIRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z16 - Victory! (Ice Climbers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLAR BEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z17 - Victory! (Fire Emblem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY SWORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z18 - Victory! (Game &amp;amp; Watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z21 - Victory! (Wario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wario, farts are gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z22 - Victory! (Meta Knight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z23 - Victory! (Kid Icarus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, newcomer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z25 - Victory! (Pikmin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z35 - Victory! (R.O.B. / Robot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z46 - Victory! (Metal Gear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z47 - Victory! (Sonic the Hedgehog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings? Where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z50 - Continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for frack sakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z51 - Game Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z54 - Trophy Obtained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z55 - New Playable Character!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z56 - Coins Obtained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha ching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z57 - Special Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z58 - Stage or Game Mode Unlocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FREAKING END!!!! Now to attempt some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4488101133159428956?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4488101133159428956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4488101133159428956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4488101133159428956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4488101133159428956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-indulgence-part-5.html' title='Musical Indulgence (part 5)'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-2080353324073154122</id><published>2008-03-09T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:27:32.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl music'/><title type='text'>Musical Indulgence (part 4)</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, over the hump! Yeah, I’m cutting my deadline close, but it’s all downhill from here! Well, not for the quality of music, I hope. As to the quality or writing, well, I think that’s going to be another story :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q01 - Famicom Medley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more into the 8 bit breach, dear friends! Haha, yeah, I’m not really recognising any of the songs here, but they sound good none the less! Well, as good as an 8 bit song can sound, at least. HEY! DUCK HUNT! FUCK YOU, DOG! I hate it when that bastard laughs at me! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q02 - Stack-Up &amp;amp; Gyromite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aren’t you a cheerful little song! I’m going to not bother with Wikipedia and just assume than this comes from a puzzle game. It’s got a puzzle game feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q04 - Chill - Dr. Mario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really fond of what this and other songs for Brawl have done, in that they have the song played with actually instruments, but they’ll throw in some of the 8 bit noises and chords from the original game. It’s vary nostalgic, even if I’ve never played the game XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q05 - Clu Clu Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golly! Let’s all go to the sock-hop! Willikers! I don’t know what I’m talking about! It started off sounding like it was from the 50’s but not so much now. Maybe 50’s on crack? Oh, and now it’s rocking out! How quaint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q06 - Balloon Trip - Balloon Fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Nice to see an updating to what they had in Melee! Snazzy new upgrade, yo! I’m sorry, I’ll stop the gang speak. I’m WAY too white to even attempt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q07 - Ice Climber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, oh yes! A jazzed up version of the already jazzy Ice Climbers music! Oh ho! Now with a healthy dosing of rock! To quote the Ninth Doctor, fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q08 - Shin Onigashima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar solo! Hm, I believe the correct term here would be, “Rock out with your cock out,” no? Never the less, I still like how it sounds like a traditional Japanese melody, despite sounding like it’s part of an epic rock opera XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q09 - Title - Famicom Grand Prix II: 3D Hot Rally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little mellow for a hot rally. Ah, no, it’s speeding up now! I suppose, much like driving a car, you have to gain speed in a song before you can switch to a higher gear? Engine sounds must mean we hit the top gear then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q10 - Type A - Tetris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metroid again? No? 2001! NO! It’s Tetris! After the sci-fi part, its sounds almost Christmasy. And now were into some big orchestra thing! Hey! More sci-fi! That sounds like a theremin again! Heh! And now a distinctively Russian sounding violin! And now they combine to form PURE AWESOMENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q11 - Type B - Tetris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for something that’s supposed to be a Russian song, this sounds rather Middle Eastern. And then at times, it will sound Native American. It’s a... fascinating combination. Melding cultures through music can sure come out with some surprisingly great results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q12 - Tunnel Scene - X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the first time I heard this on the Dojo, it reminded me of the music from Virtual-On. You know, the only bad thing I’ve found about listening to all these songs from different video games is that I want to play them all right away. But there’s going to be no time to play them once I get Brawl tomorrow! Curse you, me! Why must you always make things so difficult?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q13 - BGM B: Power-Up - Wrecking Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, almost started out like Tetris there! I can almost hear it in the background, but there’s an entirely different tune overtop of it. Also, it’s in 8 bit mode, and it’s cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q14 - Along the Way - Nazo no Murasamejou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then! Another 8 bit song! And one that sounds entirely Japanese too! Hehe, why must all 8 bit songs sound cute to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R02 - PictoChat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, the music may be from PictoChat, but I recognise those sound effects from my Wii message board! You can’t fool me with your cheery piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R03 - Electroplankton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, sorry, but I have to cut this... thing a little short, as all those water sounds make me want to pee! *runs to the bathroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R04 - Flat Zone 2 - Game &amp;amp; Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, this is cool! Spacey! HEEEE!!! NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE THE OPENING FOR THE LONE GUNMEN!! Oh hell yes, that totally makes up for the 3 hours of sleep I got last night! Well, not on a biological sense, but, um, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R05 - Mario Golf/Mario Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here’s the thing I don’t quite get: Mario’s in all these games about extraneous sports (tennis, soccer, basketball, the freaking Olympics, for frack sake!), and yet he’s still a tubby plumber? WTF, Mario? Double you tee eff?! Unlike Mario, this song I get, and I like. Especially with the steel drums in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R06 - Lip's Theme - Panel de Pon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don’t you give me any lip! Yes, I should be slapped for that joke. And I probably will be. This, however, is quite an uplifting sounding song. It’s mostly synthesized, but there’s an acoustic guitar in there, and I’m fairly sure the drums are real too. It’s quite nice, altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R07 - Marionation Gear - Chosoju Mecha MG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now this most definitely reminds me of Virtual-On! Which is appropriate for this song, as it comes from a mech game, and Virtual-On is also a mech game. You know what else is a mech game? Marionation Gear! Go freaking figure, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R08 - Title - Big Brain Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds as though a child is trying to become a bugle, or a bugle is learning human speech. Either way, the end results are frightening... Not that the song is bad or anything, but the idea of children honking and horns speaking kind of wigs me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R09 - Golden Forest - 1080° Snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Golden Forest has nothing the hell to do with Zelda, and yet that’s the first thing I think of when I read the title! Luckily (or not) this song sounds nothing like a Zelda song. Unless the Zelda games inexplicably become extreme snowboarding games. Come to think of it, Link did do a bit of snowboarding in Twilight Princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R10 - Mii Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! I loaded up all of these Brawl songs onto my MP3 player, and was listening to it at work with my dad. He didn’t recognise any of the songs, as he’s not really a gamer. But then this one comes on, and he turns to me, “Now this one, I know! I heard it when you were making a Hitler Mii!” And for the record, I also made a Mii Stalin and Mussolini. My cute little dictators!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R11 - Wii Shop Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, this is such muzak! I’d expect to hear this in a mall or something, which is appropriate for the Wii Shop Channel :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R12 - Battle Scene/Final Boss Battle - Golden Sun: The Lost Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTENSE! Hehe, yes, this is most definitely boss music! My aggression levels are soaring to the rock guitar and drums, my urge to kill being driven on by the synthesized chorus! Hehe! It’s stabbing time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R13 - Shaberu! DS Cooking Navi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Now all I can think of is Link’s fairy partner going at it in the kitchens! And I think I’ve been watching Jamie Oliver a little too much, as she’s talking (and drinking) like him in my little visualization...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R14 - Excite Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this is very Excite! ExcitING! Okay, I should stop with the puns. Roak out with your- Okay, I won’t finish that either! You people take all the fun out of everything! But listen! My cheering fans are chanting for me to go on! Well, I’m not exactly sure what they are chanting about, but leave me to my delusions, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R15 - Brain Age: Train Your Brain in Minutes a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out like muzak, but it’s... well, it’s not straying into muzak territory. It’s not really straying anywhere. Come on, what are you building up to? Oh! Okay, now we’re coming to something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R16 - Opening Theme - Wii Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, the ironic thing is that my mom (my freaking mom!), reached the pro level in all five sports in this game, and I’m still somewhere around 500 some odd points in each. And I’m supposed to be the gamer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R17 - Cow Racing - Wii Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEHAW! Yep, this is a Western sounding song. Now, cow racing is all fine and dandy (and probably a hell of a lot safer than bull running), but cow tipping would be far more entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S02 - Encounter - Metal Gear Solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espionage! Intrigue! DEATH!! Boxes? Heh, you’ll have to forgive my ignorance of the Metal Gear series. All I really know about it is that it’s supposed to be pretty freaking weird. Despite that, this is some pretty kick ass music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S03 - Theme of Tara - Metal Gear (MSX2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off kind of lo-fi... Oh! Never mind, it’s better! Haha, it’s sort of straying towards Mission: Impossible territory! I’m sure it makes me a loser, but upon reading the title of this song, I immediately thought of Tara Strong XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S04 - Yell "Dead Cell" - Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD CELL!! *clears throat* Well, you did say to yell it... You know, this actually reminds me of the music that plays on a DVD menu, the one with all the Play, Special Features, Audio stuff. Hm, there’s no yelling, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S05 - Snake Eater (Instrumental) - Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEE! BOND! I hope that, someday, there’s a James Bond movie called Snake Eater, just so this song can be the title song for it! Somebody fetch me a martini! Shaken, not stirred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S06 - MGS4 [Theme of Love] Smash Bros. Brawl Version - MGS4: Guns of the Patriots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the least “love” oriented theme of love I’ve EVER heard. Unless it’s a love of blowing shit up in Communist countries. In a movie set during the Cold War, as that is a rather Russian violin getting it’s melancholy on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S07 - Cavern - Metal Gear Solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverending Story!?! Hm, suddenly it’s become something out of Metroid... Hah, I wonder how Snake would react to something like Kraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S08 - Battle in the Base - Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh! Thing’s have gone bad! Again, this has some vaguely Bond music qualities to it. Also, more stuff that sounds like the Lone Gunmen! HAH! And now it sounds like the music that played during the fight with Mo’Mojo in the Powerpuff Girls movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S10 - Opening Theme - Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, would this be 8 bit or 16 bit? Can’t quite recall what system this game was for. Hehe, never the less, this sounds like covert operation music to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S11 - Calling to the Night - Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is starting out like it should be the Theme of Love! Oh hey, there’s singing! Yeah, this I could definitely see as an ending theme for a Bond movie. Or this one could play when Bond’s getting it on with whatever attractive female of legal age happens to be around. Or, oddly enough, on Titanic O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T01 - Credits - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, neato! Aren’t we all jazzed up! Damn it, now I want to shoot people’s names! PEW PEW PEW!! My record was a hundred and something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T02 - Menu - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that is it! As soon as I am freaking done these songs, I am going to bloody well play Melee! Screw sleep! I have video games that need playing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T03 - Opening - Super Smash Bros. Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that Melee has been out for seven years. Seven years! If a kid bought this game when they started kindergarten, they’d just be starting the seventh grade! And the original Smash Bros. is nine years old! Next year, the Smash Bros. series will be a freaking decade old! The mind boggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T05 - Vs. Master Hand - Super Smash Bros. Brawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEE!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE!!! Ohmygod, this is the music that’s going to play when you fight Master Hand!?! I’m glad I’ve heard it now, or else I would have probably been dumb and lose against him multiple times just so I could hear this song! *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U01 - Green Hill Zone - Sonic the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, now this brings back memories! Memories of my cousin and I hanging out and playing video games while his mother spiralled ever downwards towards madness. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U02 - Scrap Brain Zone - Sonic the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This reminds me of music from the Iria game! Is that knocking in the song? Okay, yes it is! That kind of freaked me out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U03 - Emerald Hill Zone - Sonic the Hedgehog 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honestly, I’ve never actually played a Sonic game all the way through. As I said before, I mostly played them at my cousin’s place. Well, I say “played” as though I actually did any good at the game, but the truth is, it took me till I was about thirteen before my finger dexterity allowed for gameplay that didn’t always result in INSTANT FREAKING DEATH WHEN THE STUPID BLUE HEDGEHOG WOULDN’T GET OUT OF THE FREAKING WATER AND DROWNS!!! *heavy breathing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U04 - Angel Island Zone - Sonic The Hedgehog 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Steel drums! This song’s rather adorable, in an odd way. Maybe it’s the inheriting cuteness in actual hedgehogs that have somehow passed through the game and into the song? Because honestly, Sonic looks nothing like a hedgehog. After all, they are nether blue nor fast. I think the main inspiration behind the Sonic, nay, ALL games, is psychotropic drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U06 - Sonic Boom (Intro Version) - Sonic CD US Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this sounds like it comes from the 90’s. Oh my piss, it sure does! I’m having horrible flashbacks to 1995! I think I might cry! Cry of shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U07 - Super Sonic Racing - Sonic R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!! OHMYGOD!!! IS THAT BLONDIE?!?! Okay, maybe not so much in the chorus, but DAMN! I could have sworn that was Debbie Harry! HEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U08 - Open Your Heart - Sonic Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart, TO ROCK! Haha, all these songs with actual singing are making me laugh! But in a good way! Mostly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U09 - Live and Learn - Sonic Adventure 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is sounding slightly less lame and 90's-ish. SLIGHTLY. Okay, the chorus is pretty cool. I LIKE THIS SONG, ALRIGHT? DOES MOCKING ME MAKE YOU HAPPY!?! Probably. Hell, I feel the same way about mocking me! I mock everything! Nothing is sacred! I’m looking at you, religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U10 - Sonic Heroes - Sonic Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! The guitars make me think of Friends! First Debbie Harry, and now this guy, in parts, almost sounds like Freddie Mercury! Well, if you’re going to imitate anybody, you may as well imitate singers with actual talent :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U11 - Right There, Ride On - Sonic Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, rocky! I just know there’s going to be singing. Ah, right there! Okay, so maybe just some samples. Hm, I thought we were going to have some more 90’s singing. Is it just me, or does the dude saying, “Right there!” sound like Fry from Futurama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U12 - His World (Instrumental) - Next Gen Sonic the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental! That means no singing! Hehe, okay, fine, the singing was fine, it just threw me for a loop is all! Stop staring at me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U13 - 7 Rings in Hand - Sonic and the Secret Rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! Now this reminds me of the 1985 Transformers movie! Now why the hell does that guy sound so familiar? Damn it, that’s going to drive me nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-2080353324073154122?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/2080353324073154122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=2080353324073154122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2080353324073154122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2080353324073154122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-indulgence-part-4.html' title='Musical Indulgence (part 4)'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8870701347269638142</id><published>2008-03-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:22:36.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl music'/><title type='text'>Musical Indulgence (part 3)</title><content type='html'>Yeah... so much for keeping a schedule! Well, things in real life became inexplicably busy all of a sudden. Busy, but boring, so I’m skipping the details and getting right onto the songs! Let’s see if I can finish them today, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K01 - Snowman - EarthBound (Mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Doctor Who! Hehe, well, maybe not, but it sure started out that way! And now it’s turned into the Switzerland music from Sailor Moon: Another Story, which is appropriate, because that was pretty much the ice level for that game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K05 - Humoresque of a Little Dog - Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is cute! Haha, I like the banjo! Banjo and a slide whistle, and a violin to boot! How very country music of you, Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K07 - Porky's Theme - Mother 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, with his name, I’ll bet Porky’s fat. This sounds like a fat guy’s theme! I bet if you poke him, he’ll make the chubby noise that the Luma make when they transform in Super Mario Galaxy! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K08 - Mother 3 Love Theme - Mother 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love theme? More like porn theme! Ah, well, okay, with the guitar, maybe not. Never mind, it’s straying back into porn territory. You know, I really wouldn’t be surprised if there was a porno set to this, Rule 34 of the internet and all x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K09 - Unfounded Revenge/Smashing Song of Praise - Mother 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds almost Russian to me! Hah, I quite like it! And now it’s having more semi-Doctor Who sounding music! It’s sort of cheerful yet menacing at the same time. This song has a split personality, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K10 - Isn't It Utopia?! - Mother 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, IT ISN’T UTOPIA! STOP ASKING! Well, it almost starts out utopic, but then Porky’s theme comes back in a not so fat way. I suppose it could be considered not so phat either, because phat is supposed to mean cool, but I hate that word, so never mind. Oh hey! Jazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L01 - World Map - Pikmin 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I never thought I’d hear syntho bagpipes! They’re actually really freaking adorable! The flute makes me think of lazy days in a park. During summer. And the bagpipes mean it’s a park in Scotland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L02 - Forest of Hope - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is cute, but also kind of scary. It’s that deep, quiet piano that makes it scary, because that’s the kind of piano that plays when bad things are about to happen. Forest of Hope my ass! It’s the forest of impending DOOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L03 - Environmental Noises - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness me! I’m suddenly out in the woods! Erg, but there’s something that sounds like a mosquito there. And as I listen to it with headphones, it sounds like the little bastard is buzzing right around my freaking ear! *flails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L04 - Ai no Uta (Japanese Version) - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accordion! Hehe, well isn’t this a cute song! Ai no Uta, I know that means the something of Love. Now what did uta mean...? Song! That’s it! Song of Love! Well, it certainly sounds like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L05 - Tane no Uta - Pikmin 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cute songs in Japanese! With the tin whistle, this one sounds Irish! And this one means Song of Seeds! With titles like these, I want to play them on an ocarina XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L06 - Main Theme - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and for another Legend of Zelda reference, this one sounds like the boss battle music when you fought Odolwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L07 - Stage Clear / Title - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that this is jigging music! I want to cut a rug! Woah! Now it’s become scary jungle music! Things are going to attack us! And apparently we’re going to be attacked by Irish music. Oh shit! The Lord of the Dance will kill us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L08 - Ai no Uta (French CM Version) - Pikmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Français! Hehehe, why in French? I don’t know, but it sure is cute! Cute, but short :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M01 - WarioWare, Inc. - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my frack, this reminds me of Turtles in Time! Cowabunga dude! And unsurprisingly, I’m craving pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M02 - WarioWare, Inc. Medley - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! I’m digging this! Don’t know what the Japanese lady is singing, but it sounds neat. And suddenly we’re at a ball? No, we’re rocking out. Daft Punk? Is that you? No, sorry, it’s the 70’s getting it’s disco groove on. Hehe, medley’s are so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M03 - Mona Pizza's Song (Japanese Version) - Mawaru Meido in Wario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the 50’s! Hehe, this is adorable! There should be a pizza shop in real life that actually plays this song! And you could go there in poodle skirts and letterman jackets and everything! Um, is that farting!? Never mind. The farting would completely spoil the mood x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M04 - Mona Pizza's Song (English Version) - WarioWare: Twisted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing, only now I can understand it! Hm, the lead singer sounds kind of familiar. It’s a little hard to hear her, however, as her singing is somewhat drowned out by the rest of the song. Some balance issues there. But the farting bit is just as loud &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M05 - Mike's Song (Japanese Version) - Sawaru Meido in Wario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw! So cute! Another 50’s sounding song! It’s sounds like they’re saying that Mike is picky. Or ficky. I’m not sure what ficky actually means, but damn, if this isn’t adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M06 - Mike's Song (English Version) - WarioWare: Touched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! Suddenly Mike the little kid is Mike the grown up! HEE! He must have pulled the Master Sword from the Temple of Time and gone forward seven years! Okay, and so it wasn’t picky or ficky, it was karaoke! An honest mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M07 - Ashley's Song (Japanese Version) - Sawaru Meido in Wario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I’ve liked this one ever since I heard it on the Smash Bros. Dojo. Now I get to hear it in it’s entirety, and I must say, I approve! Very groovy, with an Addams Family vibe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M08 - Ashley's Song (English Version) - WarioWare: Touched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, while the Japanese version is cuter, I actually prefer the English version of the song. The girl who’s singing for Ashley sounds like she’d get into more trouble! Also, she sounds like Elphaba XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M09 - Crazy Cars - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, reminds me of a Machbox car game! Also, short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M10 - Sole Man - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top score! Is short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M11 - Arrow Space - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOSE! Short again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M12 - Kitty Cover - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch’s cat is short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M13 - Crack Down- WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30’s were short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M15 - Blowin' Up - WarioWare: Touched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovy shortness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M16 - Lose Your Marble - WarioWare: Touched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M17 - The Maze That Pays - WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short 8 bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M18 - Misc. MicroGame$ Song 2 - WarioWare: Twisted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last, funky short piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N01 - Title - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! I saw an instructional video in my Social Studies class in the 10th grade that had background music that sounded similar to this! The kid who sat behind me would dance whenever he heard it. I asked him why he did that, and his reply was, “If I don’t dance, it’s going to drive me to murder!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N02 - Go K.K. Rider! - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroooom! Hehe, this has a very Japanese tune to it. Makes sense, since it WAS made in Japan... Haha, I really like that imitation voice that sings along to this song, it’s very precious X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N03 - 2:00 AM - Animal Crossing: Wild World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! The cute imitation voice again! Now, if this is a song for two in the morning, it’s far livelier than any 2AM I’ve experienced. Well, I suppose that’s not true, as I’ve been to a few clubs and parties that went well past 2AM. But this song sounds like fun, minus the alcohol, which I much rather prefer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N05 - The Roost - Animal Crossing: Wild World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure it’s a sure sign of my Zelda obsession that when I read the song title, I immediately thought of cuccos. Fangirl, thy name is gr33n_sl33ves! Title aside, the song itself reminds me of Grease. Beauty school dropout, go back to high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N06 - Town Hall and Tom Nook's Store - Animal Crossing: Wild World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I freaking adore that snapping and whistling! I would kind of like to go insane to this song! Especially to the drum and... I’m not sure what it is. Some sort of high pitched, synthesized instrument o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N07 - K.K. Cruisin' - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that the two K’s make me think of the Ku Klux Klan? Probably. Never the less, this song is cool. A pretend voice singing along to a pretend acoustic guitar is surprisingly adorable XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N08 - K.K. Western - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chokes on drink* House of the Rising Sun!? Hah! That’s what this sounds like! Not exactly, but there is some similarities! Go look it up on YouTube if ye doubt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N09 - K.K. Gumbo - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me oh! The pretend voice is so surprisingly precious that I could just scream! It’s certainly a better singer than, say, Paris Hilton? *z-snap formation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N10 - Rockin' K.K. - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE! The concert band at my school played this all the time! Why the hell can’t I remember what the hell this song is called?! I played it for myself, so what the hell, brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N11 - DJ K.K. - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like another song too! Where have I heard you!?! That chorus is going to drive me buggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N12 - K.K. Condor - Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one sounds Indian in parts, and South American in others. Jolly good, wot wot! I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m British...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no O section. Fuck you, O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P01 - Underworld - Kid Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I love this one! It’s so cheery and happy and totally flies in the face of what you’d think a song titled “Underworld” would sound like! Take that, Kate Beckinsale! Hm, okay, so the sample they had up on the Dojo was edited a bit. Come on now, where’s my favourite part of the song? Hehe! Here we go! Da nana na nana na, dana nana na na! Da Nana Na Nana Na, Dana Nana Na Na! DA NANA NA NANA NA, DANA NANA NA NA! AHAHAH! YES! THAT’S IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P02 - Title - Kid Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, it’s like a march for toy soldiers! Okay, and the toys grew up! Yeowza! Wait, small again. Now big! Someone’s bipolar, aren’t we, Kid Icarus Title! But that’s okay, I love you just the same :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P03 - Skyworld - Kid Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metroid?! No, okay, it’s Spanish. Funny, I though this game took place in Greece? Hehe, now it’s making me think of the Great Escape! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P04 - Kid Icarus Original Medley - Kid Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 bit! Hehe, it always amazes me how complex a melody you can make with only an assortment of bloops and beeps. Really makes you appreciate the musical genius of these composers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8870701347269638142?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8870701347269638142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8870701347269638142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8870701347269638142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8870701347269638142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-indulgence-part-3.html' title='Musical Indulgence (part 3)'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-3862633740451989985</id><published>2008-03-07T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:09:06.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl music'/><title type='text'>Musical Indulgence (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Haha, yes, a little late, but better late than never, eh? On to part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F01 - Legendary Air Ride Machine - Kirby Air Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Another orchestra track! I love those! The tune is quite catchy, I must say, and has a movie soundtrack quality. Hee, I want to hear this in concert now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F02 - King Dedede's Theme - Kirby's Dream Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yowza! King Dedede’s theme is fucking rad! It’s hardly what I would consider the theme of an evil penguin to be like. Now a classy piano! And classy horns! Yeah, I think this one’s going to be stuck in my head for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F03 - Boss Theme Medley - Kirby Series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a speedy song! I want to drive dangerously fast again! Hehe, that trumpet almost sounds Spanish to me. I think Sonic would approve of this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F04 - Butter Building - Kirby's Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter Building? Odd... Eee, but the guitar is quite pleasing! And the electric guitar as well! Green Greens! I love that one! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F05 - Gourmet Race - Kirby Super Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! I like this song! Woah! I LOVE IT IN ROCK OUT MODE!!! Eeee! I want to play this song in Guitar Hero! Or headbang! Or run over some children in a steamroller! Especially if they’re the children that keep banging on my wall at all hours of the night! *rocks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F06 - Meta Knight's Revenge - Kirby Super Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he’s supposed to be a dark character, but damn! Is his song ever jazzy! It makes me want to get my groove on! With a sword!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F07 - Vs. Marx - Kirby Super Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. You know, I don’t remember reading about Kirby going up against Karl Marx in the history books... But this is quite a dark song, for a Kirby game. Oh, no wait, it’s cheering up some. Explosion! I like this part! Sounds like he just kicked the crap out of Marx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F08 - Zero Two - Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Leave Duo alone! That better not be him screaming! This is reminds me of racing game music. Serious racing game music, with drama and stuff! Actually, I think I’ve heard a small dog make a bark that sounded like that yelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F09 - Forest / Nature Area - Kirby &amp;amp; The Amazing Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe it’s just my copy of the song, but this sounds rather low quality, like somebody just held a mic to the speaker on a Gameboy to record it. The song itself I like, but the low quality is confusing me O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F10 - Checker Knights - Kirby Air Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! EM! GEE! HEEEEEEE! I LOVE THIS SONG! That’s all I have to say, because I’m too busy enjoying this to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F11 - Frozen Hillside - Kirby Air Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I’m not sure why, but it sort of reminds me of the Gerudo Desert! Well, in the beginning it did, now it kind of sounds like Christmas music. Probably the jingle bells that do that. Hey! But they had the Doctor Who dashy, PEW PEW PEW sound again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F12 - Squeak Battle - Kirby: Squeak Squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, squeak is a funny word! But the song is more rock than squeak! And now it’s reminding me of Daft Punk! Oh! There were some squeaks! Okay, it’s a squeak song :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G01 - Main Theme - Star Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Now this sounds grand! Very epic, space fleet stuff. Of course, it also sounds like epic ocean fleet stuff too. You ever notice that music for space things and sea things sound similar sometimes? Like most of the opening music for the various Star Treks? With the exception of the original Star Trek and Enterprise themes, you could play the others to images of ships moving at speed and the songs would fit. The same goes for this one. I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G02 - Corneria - Star Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is more space than ocean! Quite futurey. Hehe, the speed of it reminds me of racing game music. I don’t think I’m going to play this one when I’m in the car, because I might start going over the speed limit XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G03 - Main Theme - Star Fox 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! This is snazzy! I like this sci-fi synth stuff! I also love the tune to this one, as it’s very heroic sounding. Haha, and now it’s put me in the mind of  Buck Rodgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G04 - Area 6 - Star Fox 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, this one sounds neat too! And familiar, though I’ve yet to play Star Fox 64 yet. Because I’m a procrastinator extraordinaire! Hah, but I recognise it from all the times my brother’s played the game. Wanker, shove off and let me have a go at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G05 - Star Wolf - Star Fox 64 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the rival’s theme! I like it! It does sound suitably rivaly. Like something you’d play for a skilled yet smug bastard. The kind of guy you sort of admire, but your like of him is dulled by the incredible urge to punch him in the face every time you see him. Or, if the slashers have their way, the face punching will be replaced by butt sexing. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G07 - Space Battleground - Star Fox: Assault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic flutes! Dramatic violins! Dramatic drums! This is a dramatic song! Well, I suppose with a name like Space Battleground, it would have to be. This sounds like a song that’ll get shit done. And done by an orchestra too, which is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G08 - Break Through the Icefield - Star Fox: Assault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one! Reminds me of a movie soundtrack again. Well, the soundtrack for older movies. Ones that actually used orchestras instead of just rap and pop music that half the shows seem to use these days. Damn it movies, start using actual music again! *slaps the movie industry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G09 - Star Wolf - Star Fox: Assault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really starting to dig this song. And that horn is sounding quite Spanish to me. Makes me think of tango or flamenco dancing. I can’t be sure, as I’m not exactly an expert on those kinds of dances. But I like their dances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G10 - Space Armada - Star Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the harp in this. I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s the only non-digital instrument in this arrangement. I could be wrong though. Oh well, it sounds nice, none the less. Hehe, I want me a spaceship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G11 - Area 6 Ver.2 - Star Fox 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, now it sounds cute! More Kirby than Fox, to be honest. Or maybe Kirby as Fox? Damn it Kirby! Why much you be so freaking cute all the time? You and Yoshi, you’re going to make me diabetic just by looking at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H01 - Pokémon Main Theme - Pokémon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, now this brings back memories! Pokémon Blue was the first game I ever bought. I even got a matching blue Gameboy Pocket to go with it. Hehe, I like this fancied up version of the song. Makes me squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H02 - Pokémon Center Theme - Pokémon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh frig, this one is making me tear up! That was kind of unexpected! Haha, maybe I’m actually emo, and these are the tears of my inner anguish! WHY DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND ME??? HEEEEEEE!! Yeah, I think I’m too hyper to be emo. This song is just too happy to be emo to XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H03 - Route 1/Viridian City - Pokémon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, now it sounds like a march! Well, I suppose that could be appropriate, as a jaunty march would get you to Viridian city faster. Ooh! Now it’s even jauntier! I’m on the road to Viridian City! Well, and here I am! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H04 - Pokémon Gym/Evolution - Pokémon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Time to get some Badges! Oh song! Oh triumphant you sound! Could it be because you know I’m going to kick some Gym Leader ass? What? Your song is evolving! Congratulations! Your song evolved back into the Gym theme! Yay for cyclical songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H05 - Wild Pokémon Battle! - Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs sound so much better when they’re given more musical power than a Gameboy can provide. I wish they had been played by an actual, live symphony, but this is still good. Still grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H06 - Elite 4 Building - Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, how rocky you’ve become! Grooves will be gotten on by this song! Oh ho ho! I love this song! It makes me want to go wipe the floor with the Elite 4 again! Come on you jerks, this Amulet Coin means I get double the money! Mamma needs herself some new items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H07 - Wild Pokémon Battle! - Pokémon Diamond/Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I like how this one starts off rather sinister! Catching Pokémon is evil now! MUAH HA HA! Well, probably not, but let me have my delusions, m’kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H08 - Dialga/Palkia Battle!/Spear Pillar - Pokémon Diamond/Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, for a battle song, this sounds rather peaceful. Oh, wait, the tension is building! Yes! More horns! Hehe, dramatic drums! A sinister wind blows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H09 - Team Galactic Battle! - Pokémon Diamond/Pearl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, spacey! And now it’s got a groovy organ! If Team Rocket was lacking anything, it was a groovy organ! Hm, but it looks as though the Team Rocket base theme was left out of this game. That’s too bad, that was my favourite song from the game! Oh well, these ones are pretty good too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H10 - Route 209 (Night) - Pokémon Diamond/Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of sounds like ending music. Nice, peaceful night music. I quite like this, especially because of the almost 80’s sci-fi thing it’s got going for it. And the marching drums, I like those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I01 - Mute City - F-Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, start out slow, but building. But into what? Into rock, that’s what! Hehe, this is definitely one of my favourite tunes from the game! Very racy! Racy as in races though, not as in controversial. Though it would be cool if it was controversial too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I02 - White Land - F-Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume the White Land means that it’s snowy, because this is starting out like it would be used for an icy track. Hehe, that guitar sounds neat! Sort of whiny, but not annoying whiny. Wow, I never thought I’d hear anything whiny and actually like it o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I03 - Fire Field - F-Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, of course, the fire level to go with the ice level. Can’t seem to have one without the other, can you? Maybe they’re actually married, or it’s illegal to have one without the other? Probably not. I like the song, none the less. I like the guitar part in this one too, even thought it’s not whiny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I04 - Car Select - F-Zero X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Is that supposed to be death metal? Oh man, death metal, even this death metal light, always makes me laugh! I can’t listen to this with a straight face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I05 - Dream Chaser ~Silence~ - F-Zero X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my! But this does remind me of something you’d hear is a Sonic game! Probably because both are all about speed, and speedy games need speedy songs! And this certainly works on that front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I06 - Devil's Call in Your Heart ~Devil's Forest~ - F-Zero X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock guitar! It’s like a prerequisite for racing games. Hee! And the death metal is back! It’s sort of like the opening for Dragon Ball Z! Dragon! Dragon! Rock the dragon! *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I07 - Climb Up! And Get The Last Chance! ~White Land~ - F-Zero X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this song made me laugh milk through my nose. Thanks a lot, title of this song! Despite that messy incident, I like this song :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I08 - Brain Cleaner ~Replay~ - F-Zero GX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue action movie theme! No, not action movie, Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle! Smack my bitch up? Oh yes! I like how it sounds like there’s an alarm in this song. Hehe, a Red Alert remix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I09 - Shotgun Kiss ~Vegas Palace/Casino Palace~ - F-Zero GX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First action movie, now this is definitely from a detective movie! Jazzy horns, and now some rock guitar. They sound surprisingly good together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I10 - Planet Colours ~Green Plant~ - F-Zero GX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say pinball. I swear I’ve seen a pinball machine somewhere that played a song similar to this. Crap, that’s going to bug the hell out of me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J02 - Fire Emblem Theme - Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragons and the Blade of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee! I love this one too! Orchestra music is so much better with choral backup! Haha, I’m tearing up again! Oh hey! Now it kind of sounds like Conan! Oh my frig, I simply adore Basil Poledouris’s music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J03 - Shadow Dragon Medley - Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragons and the Blade of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this sounds neat! If this is a theme for bad guys, then it’s rather failing in the evil department! Ooh, now it’s sped up! This part would sound so good on an organ! And now it is on organ! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J04 - With Mila's Divine Protection (Celica Map 1) - Fire Emblem Gaiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horns and clapping! Spanish guitar and castanets! I’m suddenly getting Tuxedo Mask flashbacks. Now I want to throw roses at people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J06 - Preparing to Advance - Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it certainly sounds like something that would play for advancement preparation. I could just picture a montage going along to this song. Shit! Stop corrupting me, South Park! I know even Rocky had a montage! Stop putting that song in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J07 - Winning Road ~Roy's Hope - Fire Emblem: Sword of Seals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of something else. I want to say Star Fox. Or Star Wars. Now with the xylophone, I want to say American McGee’s Alice. Zelda maybe? I’m not sure, but I like it none the less :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J08 - Attack - Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Somebody used this in a RM2K game I played a while ago! Hehe, good to know where things come from! I like the syntho violins, very early 90’s XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J09 - Against the Dark Knight - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I’m so much of a Zelda fangirl that this reminded me of Ganondorf as soon as I heard it! Bwah! Suddenly it’s reminding me of some of the music from Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire! Yay for crossovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J10 - Crimean Army Sortie - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sounds like shit is going down! Bad shit, of course, because invading armies are never good. Oh, the drama violin! The horns are too intense for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J11 - Powerhungry Fool - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes! A freaking harpsichord! I am definitely putting one of these in my horrible band! Oh, and now an assortment of strings! I can totally see Dracula playing a song like this, like ohmygod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J12 - Victory Is Near - Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, so cheerful! The violins of happy endings are giving way to the horns of triumph! This song says things have gone well! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J13 - Ike's Theme - Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, sort of a melancholy military march. Cheer up, emo Ike! The dramatic trumped and drums means you’re going to win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-3862633740451989985?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/3862633740451989985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=3862633740451989985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3862633740451989985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3862633740451989985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-indulgence-part-2.html' title='Musical Indulgence (part 2)'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4949170762099597945</id><published>2008-03-04T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:36:37.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brawl music'/><title type='text'>Musical Indulgence (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Brawl is five days away, and to celebrate, I downloaded all 314 songs from the game.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself, "Hey! Why don't I listen to all these songs, and then write little blurbs about them while I listen!"&lt;br /&gt;And then I disreguarded my better judgement, and decided to go along with this plan anyway, so here I am, writing and listening away! Because I know you all value my opinion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing five sections a day (seeing as there are 24 sections, and only 5 days till Brawl's release), which should be something close to sixty-some-odd songs a day. Hoho, and according to my music player, those 314 songs together span 16 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds, and are taking up 1.10GB on my hard drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track list I obtained from the &lt;a href="http://forums.ffshrine.org/showthread.php?t=51759"&gt;Final Fantasy Shrine&lt;/a&gt;, and the songs, well, you can just google those :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, to quote Mario, here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;000 - Blank - Not from a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wank off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Simon and Garfunkel! This is the real sound of silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A01 - Ground Theme - Super Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano, bongos and a "wahh wahh" thing in the background. Sounds like something you'd hear in a resort while sipping cocktails. Now let us all be amused by the thought of Mario in a Hawaiian shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A02 - Underground Theme - Super Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always been one of my favourite Mario melodies, and I really like the club-vibe they've got going for this rendition. Also, the dripping water in the background totally made my day XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A03 - Underwater Theme - Super Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, it starts of sounding like the 8-bit version, and then swells into something that sounds like it should be played in a ballroom, before swinging around to sound like the Old West. For some reason, it reminds me of the Firefly episode "Shindig" O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A04 - Underground Theme ~Easton Kingdom~ - Super Mario Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, evil, I like! Makes me think of an Arabic villain! Well, mostly Jafar from Aladdin... Is that dude shouting pain? Haha, and now it reminds me of the underwater parts in Metroid Prime! PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A05 - Airship Theme - Super Mario Bros. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil drums! And the evil grows! This one's rather panic inducing. PANIC ORGAN! In a perfect world it would have been played by Ray Manzarek. I have a sudden urge to attack people now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A06 - Castle/Boss Fortress - Super Mario World/SMB3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts of kinda fast, but then it slows down into a slinky, sinister vibe. Very schemy. Oh, speeding up! And mellowing again. And speeding up again! It's an audio roller coaster ride of sneaky evil! *flails arms in the air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A07 - Title/Ending - Super Mario World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one... reminds me of the chicken dance! Oh, that part almost sounded like a polka! An easter polka. Oh man, now I want those Cadbury Cream Eggs! Are those out yet? Hah, accordions make everything French :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A08 - Main Theme - New Super Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me a bit of elevator music. You know, if elevator music was nice to listen to, instead of maddening. Hah! My synthesizer can make those noises! *runs off to prod the synth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A09 - Luigi's Mansion Theme - Luigi's Mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something inherently creepy about music boxes. Even hearing one in a non creepy setting, it still sounds creepy. And in comes the creepy brass section. AND THE SINISTER ORGAN accompanied by the chorus of DOOM! Now the piano's being scary. AND THE CREEPY MUSIC BOX IS BACK! Ironically enough, I just finished playing American McGee's Alice last week, and that has more creepy music box music than you can shake a stick at :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A10 - Gritzy Desert - Mario &amp;amp; Luigi: Partners in Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of the music you'd hear for a travel commercial to Egypt. And now it sounds like the Tomb Raider movie. Chanting? No, clapping. The bongos are such fun instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A13 - Delfino Plaza - Super Mario Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French! And now a jaunty guitar. Yes! More accordion! I love accordions more than I should. I want to go be pretentious at a cafe now. More fun bongos! Groovy man! *snaps fingers like a beatnik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A14 - Ricco Harbor - Super Mario Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely sounds like beach music. Hehe, sax on the beach! Is that a steel drum you're tempting us with? I kinda like that syntho-electric guitar XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A15 - Bob-Omb Battlefield - Super Mario 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the title, this is a decidedly chipper song. It also reminds me of a musical number, for some reason. Mostly Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet", not so much for the tune, but for the spontaneous dance numbers this song should instigate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A16 - Ground Theme Ver.2 - Super Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, I like all the weird instruments they're using here. Cheerful, but also kind of insane. Oh, but now we've got some ballroom stuff thrown in for good measure. Dana nana nana! Hehe, yes, get on that flag pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A17 - Mario Bros. - Mario Bros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bother, where is the beginning of this song from? Aw, but now it's all bouncy and dreamy and stuff! Hehe! More classical music! Where is that from?! I'm so terrible with names &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A20 - Mario Circuit - Super Mario Kart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu screen. That was the first thing that came to mind. Hehe, I'd expect to here this in a mall somewhere. Probably at a sale XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A21 - Luigi Circuit - Mario Kart 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, now this one has some bounce! Sounds like a laid-back, fun kind of race music, the kind that's more concerned with the driving part, and less with the winning. Oh, but now it's getting louder. A WINNER MUST BE DECIDED! Vroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A22 - Waluigi Pinball - Mario Kart DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sounds more like race music! Hee, I like that tune! I'd dance to it, hah, even though I can't dance. I'd request it at a techno club. Boiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A23 - Rainbow Road - Mario Kart Double Dash!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap Operas at the races! Haha, even when synthesized, I still like the organ. Hell, I could say that about pretty much any instrument (if it's used correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B01 - Jungle Level - Donkey Kong Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums + chanting = win! Oh yes, bring on that jazzy vibe! Damn it, I want to slap a zoot suit on DK now! Sinister jungle is sinister! More &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ray Manzarek organ stuff. ACTION MOVIE SOUNDTRACK! Also, that screamy sax in the background makes me giggle maniacally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B02 - The Map Page/Bonus Level - Donkey Kong Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a fun bass! The piano sounds weird, but in a good way. Hehe, panpipes! This would be a fun road trip song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B03 - Opening - Donkey Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, my mom has Donkey Kong for the GBA, and she plays it just about every day, so I was figuring I'd be sick of this tune by now, but surprise surprise! This one sounds different enough to not warrant madness! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B04 - Donkey Kong - Donkey Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do the robot to this so bad. Damn, I need to learn how to dance like that! I like how it's new music, but with the original game sounds mixed in. If I ever open my own dance club, I'm going to have this song played there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B05 - King K.Rool/Ship Deck 2 - Donkey Kong Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarr! I love this jaunty pirate tune so much! Ooh, but now it's rocking out! Even better! I'd head bang, but that gives me a headache. Eeee, bouncy part! And more accordions! I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B06 - Bramble Blast - Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy's Kong Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting off like the beginning of a boy band song... Ah, but the guitar came and made it a Western song! And the violin only compounds that! It's almost making me think of Christmas? Ooh, but this bit sounds quite wintery, so I guess the Christmas thing could work? It's like a genre mash-up, but I find I like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B07 - Battle for Storm Hill - Donkey Kong Jungle Beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! A march! And it swells! I would like to pillage on horseback to this song! Oh, but this parts kinda peaceful... No, more valiant marching is back! Onward to victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B08 - Jungle Level Ver. 2 - Donkey Kong Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for birds and other jungle ambiance! Yes, bring on the drums! The sound of the drums... I wonder if this was what the Master kept hearing? Probably not, because if he kept hearing this groovy song, he wouldn't have turned out evil! Well, okay, this part's a bit evil, but in a good way! Is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B09 - 25m Theme - Donkey Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... just the original DK music. Looped. Hm, that was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B10 - DK Jungle 1 Theme - Donkey Kong: Barrel Blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! This is livelier! The Kongs must live in the swingin'ist jungle ever? How can you be so grouchy, Cranky Kong, when your jungle is so hip? I swear, some old people just go out of their way to be miserable. If this is what my jungle sounded like, I'd be perkier than a cheerleader! Also, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C01 - Title - The Legend of Zelda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Ohmygod! GLEE! This sounds so good! I'm tearing up! Hee, the choral bits remind me of the baby Ohmu flashback parts from Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind. Yes, more sinister violin! MORE SINISTER ORGAN! Hah, flashback to Ganondorf playing his in Ocarin of Time! I don't think it's possible for this song to sound bad! *fangirl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C02 - Main Theme - The Legend of Zelda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! Hee, I love an orchestra arrangement! I wish we would have played songs like this in band, because holy crap! SO GOOD! Haha, I need to stop caps locking. BUT THE SONG IS SO GOOD THAT I DON'T WANT TO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C03 - Great Temple/Temple - The Legend of Zelda II: The Adventure of Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, instead of Zelda being the first thing to come to mind upon hearing this song, the first thing I thought of was the game Sailor Moon: Another Story. Woah! And that zappy noise thing makes me think of Doctor Who! Oh my piss! If Zelda, Sailor Moon and Doctor Who combined, that would become a Voltron made of awesome and win! Well, three fifths of Voltron. Metroid and Firefly can make up the rest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C04 - The Dark World - The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the twistedness of this! Everything sounds kind of vibratey, and not of this world, which is appropriate. Haha, but they still manage to throw in a French accordion! I really do love that background guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C05 - Hidden Mountain &amp;amp; Forest - The Legend of Zelda: Link to the Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, exotic! Flamenco dancing! Probably not, but it reminds me of that. This sounds like the background music that would play if Smash Bros. was a dancing competition rather than a fighting game. And if the codec cutscene is accurate, then Snake would totally try to get in Samus' pants XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C07 - Tal Tal Heights - The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Zelda theme, by way of F-Zero racing. Very fast song, I like it! And is it just me, or does that not sound like Sonic revving up his wee hedgehog legs and racing throughout the song? This song makes me want to drive at excessive speeds! HEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C08 - Hyrule Field Theme - The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is nostalgia in audio form! Brings me right back to playing Ocarina of Time for the first time! Ah, memories ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C09 - Ocarina of Time Medley (Zelda's Lullaby, Sun's Song, Song of Storms, Epona's Song, Song of Time, Saria's Song) - The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of Zelda's Lullaby as a slightly sad song, but that warm acoustic guitar and flute really bring the joy. Heh, Sun's Song is a segue! And cheerful Song of Storms becomes wonderfully less cheerful! Damn it, Epona's song is making me cry with joy again! Bad Epona's Song! Stop swelling with heartfelt emotions! Song of Time sounds as dignified as always, but Saria's song has become surprisingly bad ass! Heee, I love medleys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C10 - Song of Storms (Windmill, Ganonorf's Theme, Serenade of Water) - The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENACE! There's the cheerful Song of Storms we know! Accordion! Flutes and drama! Synth guitar! YES! Ganny's theme is really working the drums! Oh, and Serenade of Water is still so pretty! Again, I love medleys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C11 - Molgera Battle - The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick a ta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chick a ta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chick a ta! Haha, this was one of my favourite Wind Waker songs, so I'm glad it got in to Brawl. I love how minimalistic it is in places, and then builds into something more. And now I want to go beat the crap out of Molgera again XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C12 - Restored Village of the Blue Maiden - The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restored Village? Heck no! This sounds more like the alternate song that would play when Link uses the Bremen Mask! Can't you just seem him herding chicks to this song? Because I sure can! *creepy laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C13 - Gerudo Valley - The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Love, love, LOVE this song! It makes me want to go wandering into the desert! But then I remember that I can't stand the heat, or the excessive sunlight, or the lack of water and food and greenery, so I just go a replay Ocarina of Time instead :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C14 - Termina Field Theme - The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirpy chirp! Lovely day for the moon to DESTROY YOU ALL! Such a happy song when doom is literally (albeit slowly) descending from the heavens. It does get a little scary in the middle, but then it marches itself back up to perky again. You know, I think the whole land of Termina is bipolar :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C15 - Dragon Roost Island - The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;was my favourite tune from Wind Waker! I love how South American it sounds. Hehe, I probably love it so much because of the panpipes. Like accordions and organs, I have a thing for panpipes. I also have a thing for the bagpipes and the didgeridoo. If I ever started a band, and we played those instruments, we would sound terrible no matter how good we played x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C16 - The Great Sea - The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I love this one too. It really captures the feeling of being at sea. Tides ebbing and flowing, ships running at speed, waves crashing over the bow and creamy wake ribboning behind you... *sigh* I love the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C17 - Main Theme - The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suitably heroic for our heroic new Link! Not that he wasn't heroic to begin with, in any of his incarnations. Hee, I spent half my time in Twilight Princess just riding around in the fields and attacking things on horseback. YES, MY PRETTY HORSEY! TRAMPLE THEM UNDER YOUR HOOVES! KILL THEM ALL!! BWAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C18 - Hidden Village - The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's called the Hidden Village, and that it was started by Impa, a Sheikah, a race who are pretty ninja-like, makes me think of Naruto. The song that goes with the village, however, makes me think of Ennio Morricone and Sergio Leone and the fantastic Spaghetti Westerns they made! And that, in turn, makes me think of Kill Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C19 - Midna's Desperate Hour - The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Midna! Don't die! Mournful piano is very mournful! To be kind of a heartless bitch, I did like it how when Midna was on the brink of death, her colours were inverted. That made me happy despite the music, which was making me cry. BIPOLAR! HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D01 - Main Theme (Brinstar, with voice) - Metroid/Metroid Prime Pinball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, that voice is kinda scary... but hey! Metroid rocks out! Hehe, the song always kinda let itself to rock. And goodness me! Is that boss music from Corruption? Hehe! Original Metroid! More of that boss guitar music! I want to say Rundus, but I'm not 100% on it. NO WAIT!! That was for Dark Samus! Just has a flashback to finally killing that bitch! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D02 - Norfair - Metroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norfair has such a mellow theme... but suddenly it's become oh so danceable! This one is definately going into my club that will never exist! *gets her groove on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D03 - Ending - Metroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Complete! GASP! SAMUS IS A WOMAN! Yes, losers, how'd you like an Ice Missle to the face?! Hehe, anger issues! Hm, and hyperness. HEY! I'VE ENTERED HYPERMODE! Screw you dangerous Phazon! I don't need you! What's that? 100% completion rate? Oh yes, I am good! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D04 - Vs. Ridley - Super Metroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridley, you son of a bitch! Come back here so I can shoot you in the mouth! This song really lends itself to violent acts, what with its intensity and rockitude. And aggressiveness is a good thing when you're dropping to the molten core of a planet while fighting off a large, purple dragon thing. Hee, I love that fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D05 - Theme of Samus Aran, Space Warrior - Super Metroid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the stuff of epic space operas! Needs an accordion, though. And an organ. But triumphant fanfare will suffice! Look out, Picard! Samus is here to save the galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D06 - Sector 1 - Metroid Fusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Fusion, the first Metroid game I bought and completed. What an obsession you have instilled in me! This fancy schmancy upgraded song certainly captures the trapped-in-a-station-with-hostile-lifeforms feel of the game. Ironically enough, I bought Fusion in a bundle pack with a GBA SP, to have something to ease the stress of working at a technical support call center. A word of advice to those looking for employment: If you can't stand rude and ignorant people, don't work for a call center. Nice people never phone for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D07 - Opening / Menu (with voice) - Metroid Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Zebes (which I'd always pronounced as "zeebs") is pronounced as "zeh-bus". And Aran, instead of being pronounced "ah-ran" sounds more like "Erin". Whatever, I'm still going to pronounce it my way. And while I'm doing that, I'm going to enjoy the deliciousley sci-fi Prime theme (with some more touches of Dark Samus rock guitar)! And I'm probably mistaken, but it sounds like one of the instruments they used was a theremin (another instrument I would add to my horrible, horrible band).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D08 - Vs. Parasite Queen - Metroid Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boss battle of Prime! Hehe, the Metroid creators sure have a thing about shooting bosses in the mouth! Reminds me of Alien, mostly because this plays as you're fighting against an alien. To me it sounds like the music you would play in a haunted house... IN SPACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D09 - Vs. Meta-Ridley - Metroid Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, more Ridley! Okay, Meta-Ridley. That bastard just doesn't want to die. He's worse than Dark Samus! I like how they cyberized up the regular old Ridley fight music for this particular fight, as this incarnation of Ridley is more machine than ma- er, dragon now. Hehe, fandom slip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D10 - Multiplayer - Metroid Prime 2: Echoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast paced and PEW PEW PEW!! Hehe, I pwned my brother so many times in the multiplayer for Echoes, so of course this song has plenty of fond memories for me. MEMORIES OF HUMILIATING DEFEAT FOR THE SIBLING! Much like the Ridley theme, there is an underlaying sense of aggression within the song, and that helps people pwn faster. Except, of course, if that person happens to be my brother, and he's playing against me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E01 - Ending - Yoshi's Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshi is so cute I could just puke! Well, not really, but he is very cute, much like this song! Yoshi! AND THE ACCORDION RETURNS! I missed you, little buddy! And I wonder, is he singing, "ee eh oh"? Damn it, you little egg-pooping dino thing! Stop being so freaking Cute! But I like the drums very much. Don't change those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E02 - Obstacle Course - Yoshi's Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel drums! Another instrument for my band of terror! Such a perky tune for such a perky instrument! But what's this? A menacing segment right in the middle? I like that! And more steel drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E03 - Yoshi's Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like it should be the opening for some kind of family friendly kids show on the Disney Channel or something. Oh, but it's got a harmonica too! Another one for the band! I think the band name should be something including the words "ear bleeding," don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E05 - Flower Garden - Yoshi Touch &amp;amp; Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Queen Beryl (in the dub), this is so sweet I'm getting cavities! Heh! But I really dig the recorder and whistling bits. And the numerous cartoon sound effects. Yeah, Yoshi would definitely be a Saturday morning cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E06 - Wildlands - Yoshi's Island DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild West, set in a jungle. A jungle that is in France. Along with being a cartoon, Yoshi would also be on some form of psychotropic drug. Actually, I think that's how a lot of the scenarios for Nintendo games came into fruition. And now we're having some Hawaiian bits too? Screw geography! Were right the hell in the middle of CRAZY LAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E07 - Obstacle Course Ver.2 - Yoshi's Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, where did the steel drums go? Well, at least you kept the accordion. And added an organ! HURRAH! It may be a small organ, but it's how you use it that counts! Oh innuendo, I am your slave. For always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4949170762099597945?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4949170762099597945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4949170762099597945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4949170762099597945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4949170762099597945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-indulgence-part-1.html' title='Musical Indulgence (part 1)'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5053577021413539457</id><published>2008-03-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:45:07.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Adventures in alcohol</title><content type='html'>So I tried me some sake today. Also, my dad, brother and I all ended up having a several-minute-long conversation which comprised of nothing by Firefly/Serenity quotes and laughter, so you'll have to pardon me for slipping into old west talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a draft cake, which could be drank either hot or cold. When taken cold, it reminded me of vodka (which probably has something to do with both rice and potatoes being sweet yet starchy vegetables). So, basically, it was like drinking lighter fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when taken hot (well, warm really), the sake seemed to taste even more alcoholic than it did cold, if that's at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up drinking the rest of mine after I poured it into a slurpee (I'll take sugar over alcohol any day :P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, the family and I went for dinner at this old English style pub down the way, called &lt;a href="http://www.crowandgate.com/"&gt;the Crow and Gate&lt;/a&gt;. And while we did see some crows, and a gate, there was an assload of ducks there, as well as a pair of black swans that seemed to be doing a courtship song and dance thing which sounded a lot like a didgeridoo. It was really adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while there, I had this thing called a Blue Monday, which was just blue Curaçao and Sprite. And the only reason I got it too was because the blue was a fantastic colour. The sibling had a Long Island iced tea, Mum had a rum and coke, and Dad had some kind of pale ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd had a rum and coke and a Long Island iced tea before, so I asked Dad if I could try a sip of his beer. A sip was all I could manage, because holy shit did it taste bad! Ergh, just thinking about it brings back the awful flavour. And then, like a dumbass, to get the horrid beer flavour out of my mouth, I ate the lime that came with my drink. And I don't care what people say about beer and lime and salt, those flavours together moved me to a whole new dimension of revolting taste. I nearly tossed my cookies. Thankfully, the food was supremely delicious, and that completely made up for the craptacular taste of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, chutney goes really, really well with a nice white cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, though, the only beer I've ever managed to drink was a half a glass of Guinness I split with Chloe. It tasted like a nutty, frothy, medicine milkshake. It was... tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the beer, I'm not much of a fan of wine. I just find it too sour, and any time I do have to drink wine, I end up filling it with pop, juice or sugar. Or all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavoured Schnapps, on the other hand, are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so good&lt;/span&gt;. I had a butterscotch one a while ago, and it was so tasty that I drank half the bottle. It's the closest I've ever come to being drunk XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-alcohol related news, Super Smash Bros. Brawl is only EIGHT DAYS AWAY, and my game reservation is taunting me T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5053577021413539457?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5053577021413539457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5053577021413539457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5053577021413539457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5053577021413539457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/03/adventures-in-alcohol.html' title='Adventures in alcohol'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-9179406798271702261</id><published>2008-02-23T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:29:36.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>The post in which Things Happen</title><content type='html'>So, to start off, I joined this RP on LiveJournal called Econtra, so if you've come from there and see this, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a series of odd dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, ironically enough, was inspired in part by Econtra. Mostly though, it was inspired by Super Mario Galaxy. Or maybe just Nintendo in general...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the dream, it took place in a vertical tube full of obstacles, all of which were designed to acclimatise characters who would have had no prior experience with modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason it involved them swimming through the water in order to reach a spout of bubbles for oxygen (which is what you have to do in the underwater levels in American McGee's Alice, a game I just finished a while ago). There was an announcer/tutorial guy explaining the difference in swimming styles between Link and Zelda, and I'm not sure why but I think he was supposed to be Billy Idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall if there was anything else that happened in that segment of the dream, but the next bit I do recall was Metroid inspired.&lt;br /&gt;I was Samus (at least, I had a power suit like hers), and I was in this underwater city that looked more like a hamster habitat, what with all the transparent modules and tubes it seemed to be made of. It was all part of an elaborate military base, apparently being run by Malachite, from Sailor Moon. I kept telling people that his name was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kunzite&lt;/span&gt;, but they were ignoring me on that part.&lt;br /&gt;I had apparently been sent to this base in order to stop Malachite from carrying out some sinister plot, and while I'm not exactly sure if I did this, I know that Malachite was and had been dead for quite some time before I got there. I ended up shooting at what I think was a turret guarded by a blue, crystalline eye on a stalk for a while, before heading to some sort of holding cell.&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few people in this cell, but the only ones I can remember were Darkwing and NegaDuck. I started questioning them about something, but NegaDuck was getting all antsy and covering himself with his cape. Darkwing Duck was getting all pissy about his attitude, so he yanked off NegaDuck's cape, only to reveal that instead of his regular yellow outfit, he was wearing something similar to what &lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/041012/041012_team_america_hmed.hlarge.jpg"&gt;Team America&lt;/a&gt; were wearing (fuck yeah!), only with more stars and stripes. I'm not quite sure how, but apparently he got this new uniform when he became a big hero in the American war of independence... Time travel was somehow involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dream then segued into some sort of music show, which was all about how they got to use that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3cK4ZeCzSk"&gt;Kiss Me Again&lt;/a&gt; song in that Dentyne commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the dream after that one started out with me as a six year old, at the beach, and apparently best friends with an equally aged John Connor of Terminator fame. Probably has something to do with the fact that I've been watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but I thing I was supposed to be &lt;s&gt;River Tam&lt;/s&gt; Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;So John and I are at the beach, making sand animals with our class, when Sarah shows up in a white bikini, a la Honey Rider in Dr. No, and she tells our teacher that she's taking us out for lunch. But instead of lunch, she leads us down the beach to a dock, where she imparts some kind of wisdom on us. I can't remember what that wisdom is, but I'm fairly certain that it had something to do with the sea being our friend.&lt;br /&gt;It gets a little fuzzy around this part, and also takes on a CSI vibe, because the next thing I know John and I are unconscious and being taken to the hospital. And years had passes since the beach, because we were teenagers. I'm fairly certain Grissom was there, and he was leading up an investigation into how the two of us got injured so severely, and it apparently had something to do with my father.&lt;br /&gt;Who was a werewolf. Which made me a werewolf too.&lt;br /&gt;So Grissom starts asking Badger from Firefly questions, because he was our butler or something, and he told Grissom how my werewolf dad (who didn't resemble my real life dad) never cared for me, and he only took parental leave for tax benefits or something? I think my mom died in child birth.&lt;br /&gt;It then goes to a flashback of Badger walking down a forest path, where my werewolf dad was turning back into a human. Badger gets to where he was, and asks him what he was doing, and were!dad lied that he was getting a book for me. And then he picked up a book that was on one shelf of many in the middle of the woods. Also were!dad looked and sounded like the Beast in the Disney Beauty and the Beast. And apparently I loved the book because it was the only thing my father ever gave me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le sob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a flashforward flashback, showing how John and I got injured so. It turned out that dear ol' dad had got it in his head that John should be my first kill, so he dragged us both into the dungeon that was, of course, part of our stately manor, and then tried to get me to kill John. But I wouldn't do it, so he attacked the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;John got knocked out right away when daddy all but ripped open his chest, and I was sort of holding my own against him, but then Sarah Connor showed up and disintegrated daddy with a big ass gun.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing in the dream was me waking up in the hospital with my left arm handcuffed to the bed. I freak out and go all clawy and fangy and glowy-eyed and use my werewolf strength to break the handcuff chain, only I ended up cutting my wrist in the process. Sarah came in (because the doctors were afraid I would tear their throats out, probably), and bandaged up my wound, telling me that despite what the others said, she still trusted me, because I protected John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that faded out into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; freaking dream (busy bloody night I had), only this time it seemed to be in the real world, because I was walking down a street, in the rain, close to where Sable lives, but with Chloe's younger sister, Tara. We were talking about something, and then, inexplicably, I offer to give her a piggyback ride. So Tara jumps onto my back, and off I run.&lt;br /&gt;We were going past our high school when a former classmate of mine, Katie, stops us and we start talking. I can't remember what we were going on about, but Sarah Connor suddenly shows up again, and drags the two of us away.&lt;br /&gt;She berates us, explaining that the real Katie has been dead for several years, and that that Katie was actually something that looked a lot like a blue Chu from Twilight Princess, which had taken her form. We then got treated to a flashback involving cherry pie filling and Chu Katie belittling Katie's mom for not realizing that her daughter was actually dead.&lt;br /&gt;After the flashback, Sarah took us to a supermarket, and I picked a metal thing (which resembled the machine the Agents put into Neo's bellybutton in the Matrix) off a flower. Then, after wrapping its tail around my wrist and nestling itself into the palm of my hand (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purring&lt;/span&gt;, of all things), Sarah explained that it would help me distinguish friend from foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I woke up, and then an hour later I moved the wrong way or something, and the right side of my neck seized up.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, but you never realize how much you use a muscle until you injure it in such a way that almost every movement is agony. Also, yay Tylenol! (endorsement cheque, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, neck injury isn't fun, but it's easing off. Or, it would be, but then, as I'm hugging my actual, non-werewolf dad goodnight, he accidentally burps into my shoulder, which sends him off into a fit of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;No, that's a lie. It was a fit of giggles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt; giggles. I've never heard him giggle in such a way. And so, of course, that sets me off, and I start laughing despite the daggers of pain being driven into my neck at my every movement. And then my dad is in pain too, because he hurt his ribs a couple days ago, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but we don't actually manage to stop laughing till almost five minutes later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Trevor giggling and me gigglescreaming, "Shut up, Dad!" didn't really help matters either.&lt;br /&gt;Then we go upstairs, only to have Mum ask us what we were laughing about, only to set us off again. Thanks for the pain, Mum! *head desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I can be thankful that I hurt myself now, instead of a week ago, when I was down with the flu. Hacking cough + aching neck =/= a fun combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-9179406798271702261?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/9179406798271702261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=9179406798271702261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/9179406798271702261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/9179406798271702261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-in-which-things-happen.html' title='The post in which Things Happen'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5460773275673800116</id><published>2008-02-11T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:28:35.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious rambling'/><title type='text'>For Great Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/Wikinews_international_report:_%22Anonymous%22_holds_anti-Scientology_protests_worldwide"&gt;Raids on $cientology today were a worldwide success!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Operation Party Hard. The cake won't be a lie for this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHpjcZNM8_k"&gt;also, rickroll'd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5460773275673800116?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5460773275673800116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5460773275673800116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5460773275673800116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5460773275673800116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-great-justice.html' title='For Great Justice'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5053934972307017934</id><published>2008-02-08T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:58:57.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Um...</title><content type='html'>"My bum just made the cutest little noise ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to stare in confusion at my brother, who had only moments before vacated the bathroom. He grinned at my perplexed expression, elaborating further.&lt;br /&gt;"I was sitting there, then all of a sudden my bottom said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pewp'&lt;/span&gt; and plop!" he said, making a dropping motion with one finger to illustrate the path his poop took. "Isn't that a cute noise?"&lt;br /&gt;I blinked twice, then nodded slightly.&lt;br /&gt;"Has your bum ever made a cute noise?"&lt;br /&gt;I merely shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my butt talks to me," he went on, "Sometimes it sounds like it's having entire conversations!"&lt;br /&gt;I just stare.&lt;br /&gt;He grinned wider at that, before saying, "I think I'll go then, as I've scared you enough for the time being!"&lt;br /&gt;Thus he left, and I decided to share the mental scaring with you.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I sweet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5053934972307017934?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5053934972307017934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5053934972307017934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5053934972307017934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5053934972307017934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/02/um.html' title='Um...'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-3681714192007815570</id><published>2008-02-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:57:17.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor moon'/><title type='text'>A pair of odd dreams</title><content type='html'>So it starts out with me standing on the bank of a fairly wide river, which was at the bottom of a sparsely-grassed dirt hill. There was a worn path up the hill, so I started heading along it, and I put on my toque for some reason. Only in the dream, it was larger than it is in real life, and it kept going over my eyes, so that was a bit of a piss-off. Also, I didn't seem to be wearing my glasses, which was a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get up the hill, and I find that I'm in some sort of campground thing, only with cabins instead of spaces for tents or campers. Actually, now that I think about it, I think I went to that campground for a field trip in grade 7...&lt;br /&gt;There was a family just getting out of their car, and they looked like they were trying to decide which cabin they should go up to, so I went over to help them. The father told me that they couldn't get into one of the cabins, and after pointing it out to me, I told him that he couldn't get in to any of the cabins in the area, because they were all owned by the ANBU, and that he was lucky to be alive, because the cabin he had tried to get into was rigged with all kinds of deadly traps, because Alex (the coroner off of CSI: Miami) didn't like anyone near her stuff. The dream sort of faded to black after that, though I got the impression that violence was probably about to ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next dream, I appeared to be in a Victorian setting... well, probably more steam punk that Victorian, but it was all very lavish. Anyway, I was Zoisite from Sailor Moon (Manga Zoisite, to be exact, as I wasn't all gay for Kunzite), and the rest of the Shitennou and I were in some kind of burlesque show.&lt;br /&gt;We were preforming in what looked like a large hotel restaurant, with a stage at one end. Part of our act was to wander around the tables, and while I'm not quite sure of the point, we were yelling humorous stories back and forth between the four of us. I can't recall what my lead-up was, but I ended up saying, "And since they ran out of gas, they just used napalm!"&lt;br /&gt;And while I have no idea what the context was, but in the dream I found that statement to be just about the funniest thing ever, but unfortunately my audience didn't agree. Apparently, someone had been going around attacking people with napalm, so my joke was in bad taste, and we ended up being escorted out of the establishment by armed guards, because the patrons were just about to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the four of us went to the dream's equivalent of the Crown Fruit Parlour, which was even being run by Motoki. He, like the other Shitennou, though my napalm crack was hilarious, and said that some people were just over-sensitive about things like that. He then asked us what we wanted to drink (Kunzite and Nephrite were having alcohol, but Jadeite and I weren't because we were designated drivers), and then left.&lt;br /&gt;On our table was a pile of what looked to be Lego men, and Jadeite and I picked a couple up and they started shooting at each other with cute little lasers. That went on for a couple minutes, but then Nephrite freaked out, because someone had put the decapitated head of one of our friends on a pole behind us (apparently, along with the napalm attacker, there was somebody going around decapitating people).&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking out, screaming, "I'VE WASTED MY ENTIRE LIFE!" before turning into a wolf and howling in sorrow. The others then changed into wolves themselves to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;And on that odd note my dream ended O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-3681714192007815570?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/3681714192007815570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=3681714192007815570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3681714192007815570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3681714192007815570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/02/pair-of-odd-dreams.html' title='A pair of odd dreams'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5601715655554940083</id><published>2008-02-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:57:20.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Antici... Pation!</title><content type='html'>Oh Rocky Horror Picture Show, how you have corrupted me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anticipation... FUCK!! *gnashes teeth* I don't want to have to wait till freaking March 9th for Brawl! If I had money enough, I'd bloody well import the Japanese version just so I can play the damn thing! I want to know what happens without watching all the spoilers on YouTube! I swear, I'm going to have to ban myself from watching anything SSBB related. Let's see how long that lasts, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime however, I've been hanging out at the &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/index.html"&gt;Dojo&lt;/a&gt;, listening to the music there, because holy crap is some of that stuff beautiful! I get consistently choked up over the &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music10.html"&gt;Brawl main theme&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music13.html"&gt;Fire Emblem theme&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music04.html"&gt;Ocarina of Time medley&lt;/a&gt; (or more specifically, when it gets to the Epona's Song part), but other songs are making me tear up, and I am confused as to why. &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music07.html"&gt;Go K.K. Rider!&lt;/a&gt;, for example, has been bringing me to tears, which strikes me as odd because it isn't exactly the kind of song that normally makes me cry. &lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music06.html"&gt;The Underworld&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://www.smashbros.com/en_us/music/music12.html"&gt; Ashley's theme&lt;/a&gt; also get me going, but they don't make me cry so much as fill me with an urge to blow shit up in a spectacular fashion (the ending of the Underworld, particularly, makes me feel extra psychotic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm sick that these songs are affecting me in such a way, or I'm just anxious about the game or what, but it's certainly given my brother something to laugh about. The little bitch :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5601715655554940083?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5601715655554940083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5601715655554940083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5601715655554940083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5601715655554940083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/02/antici-pation.html' title='Antici... 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Especially when you've only got a week or two in which to do the moving, and the person you're helping to move is something of a pack rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, when I get my own place, I'm going to make sure it already comes with dressers and shelves and crap, and I'm going the Japanese way and foregoing a bed proper in preference for a bed roll, and that the heaviest thing I'll have to move is my freaking computer. And I'll keep it so immaculate and spider-free that moving won't be a Herculean task. Also, I'd just ask my parents and brother to help me move, because the rest of the family fails at being helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly off topic, Itachi's &gt;8D face makes me cry ಠ_ಠ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-1213628393133364631?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/1213628393133364631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=1213628393133364631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/1213628393133364631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/1213628393133364631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving.html' title='Moving?'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4329364532388245125</id><published>2008-01-25T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:10:18.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>What do vacumes do?</title><content type='html'>They suck, much like the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've got money troubles, but who doesn't have them around this time of year? I just find it rather annoying that I've got to come up with $1075 before the 15th of February for something that's not happening till the beginning of May. Also, WTF government? Why must you charge such ridiculously high fees? *slaps you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mum's mum has perhaps only days to live, so of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a freaking bucket of chuckles. And why do nurses and doctors and crap have to laugh after telling you bad news? It's not funny. *slaps them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And giant fucking hairy spiders? Why do you insist on running at me in the dead of night when people are trying to sleep? *slaps spiders to death from within an impregnable hazmat suit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sleep? Why must you evade me so? *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it every time someone in the family has to move, my parents and sibling and I are the only ones who bother to help? "Oh, but I work, and I'm tired, and I'm injured, and I'm busy!"&lt;br /&gt;And what? My dad wasn't working? I've gotten more than six hours of sleep in the past week? My mom isn't recovering from lung surgery? My brother isn't spending most of his time handing out resumes and filling out application forms? Stop making excuses and fucking help! *slaps other family members*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is up with world affairs? *slaps affairs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bhutto assassinated!?! *slaps assassins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger OD'd?!? *slaps drugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers Guild still on strike?!? *slaps the people not paying these people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood still cranking out unnecessary remakes and derivative movies!?! *slaps the film industry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanks sending in Marines because Brits and Canucks not "pulling their weight"!?! *slaps America*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential election?!? *slaps America again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming? Natural disasters? Terrorism? Poverty? War? Famine? Pestilence? Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*just a big fucking slap against the entire world*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this is all some sort of karmic colonic and that the rest of the year will be better &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4329364532388245125?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4329364532388245125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4329364532388245125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4329364532388245125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4329364532388245125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-vacumes-do.html' title='What do vacumes do?'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-7922287517773317385</id><published>2008-01-13T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:07:45.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>New Years meme thing</title><content type='html'>Hehe, okay, this is a little late in coming, but oh well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a gay bar XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I made a resolution last year, but my one for this year is to watch less crap on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my cousin's girlfriend count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat died T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Canada :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tablet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 16, because that was the day my cat died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a book published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major, just a couple cuts and bruises, and some cold like symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freaking book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin's XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin's XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a little overboard on video games :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metroid Prime 3: Corruption, Zelda: Twilight Princess, and my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LDN by Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i. happier or sadder?&lt;/span&gt; Hah, a bit sadder :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;/span&gt; The same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;/span&gt; Richer, ironically enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing (I procrastinated something fierce last year...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Metroid... all over again XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, as I'm not a slut :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my hate is fairly consistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book! Or the His Dark Materials trilogy. Or Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical Wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FREAKING WII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tablet x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What was your favourite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went camping for my 22nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less contact with humans XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomniac tomboy with a fondness for wool and knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I lost my sanity a long time ago XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wenham, especially when he was in 300 *perverted giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The Western world's rape of the Middle East, and the Middle East's inhabitant's inability to work together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Ruth XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust people. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't decide whether you should live or die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though you'll probably go to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't hang your head and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's no wonder why my heart is dead inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's cold and hard and petrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lock the doors and close the blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're going for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha, that song makes me sound emo XD&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=tbfs5w8lSBo"&gt;listen to this song&lt;/a&gt;, it's good (also, it's used in a Doctor Who music video, which gives me +4 Nerdiness XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-7922287517773317385?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/7922287517773317385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=7922287517773317385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7922287517773317385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7922287517773317385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-meme-thing.html' title='New Years meme thing'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5666391154788028413</id><published>2008-01-11T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:52:40.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I just want to say that &lt;a href="http://snoopkirby2.ytmnd.com/"&gt;this damn thing&lt;/a&gt; cracks me up more than it probably should XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, today was enjoyably crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother Trevor is now 19, and is thus allowed to legally go into bars and casinos and porn shops (though I don't think he'll actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; into a porn shop, as the pair of us burst into uncontrollable and immature giggles every time we pass one).&lt;br /&gt;His birthday was on the 5th, and Chloe's birthday is coming up on the 11th, so since everyone had today off (well, technically yesterday), we decided to have a double birthday celebration hang out day. To use a word I don't often have a chance to use, it was a real hootenanny!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 8-ish... No, that's a lie. It's more like I got out of bet around 8, as I'm not quite sure if I actually slept. I'm fairly sure I did, but as I generally fail at sleep, I can't be too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I got up, and the brother and I headed for the bus. He was going to do a resume hand-out run, and I was headed to Chloe's, along with Sable. I met up with her, only to discover the mall behind our usual bus stop was having it's parking lot torn up, as well as a section of the sidewalk across the street. As to why, I have no clue, though there was rumour of a Starbucks being somehow involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note here, but what in the blue purple fuck is the big deal with Starbucks? I don't understand why expensive "designer" coffee with oddly named sizes (what, are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;medium&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larg&lt;/span&gt;e not trendy enough for you?) is such a fantastic thing? The only thing's I've ever had there were a coffee that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too strong for me (I had to use so much sugar in it that I was afraid I was going to give myself diabetes), an overpriced hot chocolate with some peppermint flavouring, and some kind of iced frappa-mocha-hooba-joobaa thing that left a waxy film in my mouth instead of an aftertaste. So, in the words of the Internet, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I should note that I had quite a bit of sugar today, and so I'm rather hyper right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to what I was actually talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sable and I got to Chloe's, and after giving her her early birthday presents, we headed out to the mall to wander around until we met up with Trevor. While we waited, we got some lunch, and I picked up a belated birthday present for Trev (because with his birthday being so close to Christmas, I forget to get him his present before hand). For a while now, he's been requesting a scarf, and I managed to find a nice red one for him at this girly store that Sable likes. After that, we headed up to the knife shop (physically restraining Chloe when we passed the jewelry stores, because she spends to much money in those places, as she is attracted to shiny things like a magpie), where we ogled all the pretty swords and axes and shields at the back.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed over to Michale's, where we picked up some art supplies (or in my case, a pack of 15 glow bracelets, because I'm inexplicably fixated with glow in the dark crap), then over to Petcetera, where Chloe stared longingly at the birds (as she really, really wants one).&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Trev after that, and upon spotting him (and screaming out his tard name across half the bloody mall, because I have no shame and embarrassing people is kinda fun), I tossed him the scarf, still in the bag, saying, "Happy late birthday! Sorry about the gay colour," because, as my purchase was from an insufferably girly store, they insisted on having their bags coloured in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuchsia_%28color%29"&gt;the ugliest colour on the planet&lt;/a&gt;. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the bag, which we threw away almost immediately (as though it were some kind of toxic waste), Trevor was very pleased with his present. He then presented me with a late Christmas present (a pair of water/snow sport goggles), and there was much jubilation to be had. After waisting a bit more time, we headed to the theatre to watch the second National Treasure movie.&lt;br /&gt;Of the movie itself, I will say this: It starred Nick Cage.&lt;br /&gt;Graphically, it was pretty, and during the entire London scene, Trev and I kept making Doctor Who references, and aww-ing at the picture of the Corgi. Plot-wise it was, well, there was a certain air of inconceivability to it. We got some laughs out of it (though I freely admit that most of those laughs came from us MST3K-ing the film), so I suppose it served its purpose as a form of entertainment. It was like an over-budget B-movie, and I have a certain fondness for their special brand of camp :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie over, we headed across the highway to Moxie's, where we discovered that it was rather blustery. We got to the restaurant a little rain-dampened and windswept, and after ordering our food, Trevor freaked us all out by cracking his neck (by grabbing his chin and the top of his head and then snapping his head to the side like they do in movies to break necks), I threw ice cubes down Chloe and Sable's cleavage and accidentally screamed out "hump" (while quoting from the second &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-3qncy5Qfk"&gt;Powerthirst&lt;/a&gt; commercial), Chloe pretended to be an Irish whore, and Sable was exasperated. After a while, she remarked, upon catching the scent of cooked and seasoned meat in the air, "It smells like my steak is about done," to which Trevor replied, "No, sorry, that was me," to much hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Chloe and I had an ongoing conversation as though we were a little girl and creepy old man paedophile respectively (and yes, I know, there's quite a bit wrong with us), which involved me talking like a creepy old guy, while she sounded insufferably cute. Sable rolls her eyes whenever we do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also informed them that in the upcoming American election, I hope that Hillary Clinton becomes president. My only reason for wanting her to win is so that I can call Bill Clinton "the First Lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we caught the bus downtown, and once there we headed to a little place called Katz Lounge. It's a martini bar, but because they had only actually just opened up the day before (because they'd been doing some renovations), they had no menus, and so we ended up just making up drinks with the bartender. I had an coffee with chocolate and alcohol and sugar and whipped cream, not to mention a cherry on top (and when I tried to tie a knot into the cherry stem with nought but my tongue, I succeeded, much to my shock/amusement), Chloe had a raspberry and blackcurrant martini, as well as an apple cinnamon one (which tasted exactly like Apple Jacks, except for the alcohol part), Trevor tried a White Russian, per my suggestion (as he and I have similar tastes, and he didn't know what to try), and Sable had water, as she can't abide the taste of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;While we were enjoying our drinks, we soon saw that the wind and rain was gradually turning into snow. This is odd for our area because we are more prone to rain than snow, even in winter.&lt;br /&gt;So the drinks are finished, and we head down the road a bit to a club by the name of The Jungle, where we meet up with Ruth and Joan. Tara couldn't make it, as she was puking her guts out. Aren't flus great?&lt;br /&gt;After we'd gotten a round of drinks for everyone (which ended up being a Bacardi smoothie thing that tasted like an orange creamsicle), one of the bouncers came in to get his coat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because there was an inch of snow on the ground.&lt;/span&gt; Upon hearing that, Trevor was very clad that he now had a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in my group of friends, we have this odd habit of creating alternate personae for each other, based around some kind of central theme. Examples include Kiribion the Sad Ringwraith (from LotR),  Darth Agatha the Star Wars Nerd, Linda the Tard, Captain Kat Scratch the Pirate, and Bianca McGradey the Cowgirl. More often than not, these personae are used merely as an excuse to talk in funny accents and act like idiots. And now I have another one: Sandra the Man.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I could gather over the loud music playing at the Jungle, Joan and Ruth thought it was funny when guys had names that were traditionally reserved for females, so they decided to pretend to be manly men with girly names. Thus they became Candy and Tiffany, and in the noise of the club they gave us all manly names (Sable's was Kiki, Chloe's was Sheena, and Trevor's was Molly) and we all screamed manly things at each other, like "KIKI WANTS A LAP DANCE!" or "SANDRA LIKES CHICKS AND BEER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, our fun doesn't have to make sense, m'kay? And yes, we do know we're nuts :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night continued on in much the same fashion, but soon the time came when both Sable and Trevor wanted to go home. And so, biding goodbye to the others, we headed out into the snow, and promptly decided to forgo a taxi ride in favour of walking home. Well, Trevor and Sable walked home. I had my MP3 player on, so I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;danced&lt;/span&gt; home XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5666391154788028413?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5666391154788028413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5666391154788028413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5666391154788028413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5666391154788028413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/01/amusement.html' title='Amusement!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-7663451851332367799</id><published>2008-01-04T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:07:22.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metroid'/><title type='text'>Year end round-up</title><content type='html'>Yeah, just a wee bit late, what with it being the 3rd of a new year and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, 12:03am means it's the 4th now. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, back to the hole round-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was, for the most part, pretty fun. Sable and I went over to Chloe's to get into costume (the three of us were going as colour-coded pirates: Chloe was in green, Sable was in black (though she was supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;), and I was in blue). We hung out at her place with the intent of handing out candy, but only one person came between the hours of 6pm and 9pm, so we ended up just watching Dead Man's Chest. After that, we intended to me up with friends at a club, but the place was packed to capacity so we couldn't get in, so we ended up going to the gay bar instead.&lt;br /&gt;My only disappointment with the place was that they had very little in the way of holiday themed music. The only Halloween songs they ended up playing were Thriller and This Is Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Costumes I saw this year were something of a letdown. Most girls were dressed in costumes of varying degrees of sluttiness, and most of the guys were either rappers (at least, I assume they were rappers. For all I know, they were just wearing their normal clothes) or villains from horror movies. It got to the point where if I had one more Freddy Krueger waving his plastic claws at me, I was going to go on a killing spree of my own!&lt;br /&gt;The only costumes that I thought were any good were the ones done by the girls and I (but that's probably just me being biased), a guy dressed up as an eerily accurate Edward Scissorhands (Sable has such a crush on the guy, it's hilarious!), this two year old dressed up as an adorable little lion (which is high praise from me, because I don't like kids), and a girl dressed up as Zant! Her costume totally made my night! Unfortunately, I was a dumb ass and forgot my camera, much to my regret &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really spectacular happened after than, so I'll just move on to November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the longest time, I considered November to be something of a non-spectacular month. The only holiday it had was Remembrance Day, and unlike the holidays in the surrounding months, there was no mass of preparation that I had to go to. And while I think Remembrance Day is important, the rest of the month is just a psych-up for Christmas, and got all jaded about that holiday a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time ago. The only good thing about November was NaNoWriMo, which I accidentally discovered just as it was finishing in 2005. I participated in 2006, and got about halfway through my story in 2007, but then came the mid month and the worst week of my life (well, to date, at least).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could go on and on about it, but here's the short version: we found out that my cat had inoperable kidney cancer, and she had to be put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;More than a month's passed and it still hurts to write that.&lt;br /&gt;Her death hit me hard, harder than I thought it would. The whole week after, I was physically and emotionally sick. No puking, but I ran a fever like you would not believe. And I cried the whole time, harder than when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; members of my family died! Of course that's not so surprising, as aside from my parents and brother, I don't have much affection (or tolerance) for my family.&lt;br /&gt;As such, I didn't manage to finish my story by the deadline, but I intend to finish it this month.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, much of November was spent recovering and watching Firefly, and then becoming completely head over heels in love with said show. The exectutives at Fox should be shot for cancelling it, and I know plenty of Browncoats who would be more than willing to take a potshot at them.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being Canadian, I'd probably just throw a pie at them, as that's what we do in lieu of assassination. Well, either pie or chocolate milk (though probably the pie, as I'd end up drinking the chocolate before I could chuck it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December was... well, it was better-ish. I got all the presents I wanted to give within the first week, so the rest of the wait till Christmas was spent with me hiding in my room and playing through Metroid Prime 1 and 2 (Echoes!) for the upteenth time. This mass playthrough was triggered by the fact that I knew I was getting a Wii for Christmas (as my mom took me up to Future Shop around the beginning of November and said, "Okay, we're getting you and your brother a Wii, so you go get whatever you need for the both of you to play it, and I'll meet you at the till."), and that my brother was getting me Metroid Prime 3: Corruption ("Hey Sibling! I'll tell you what I got you if you tell me what you got me?")&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this right now: MP3 makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very happy&lt;/span&gt;. It's in a tie with Zelda for my all time favourite game series, and Corruption does not disappoint. I FREAKING LOVE THIS GAME. If I was a huggy person, I would have hugged my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically enough, I just beat it today (20:34 hours with a 100% completion, baby!) and I've already started my second run through XD&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Grandma came down, so we weren't able to play anything till she left on Boxing Day. Surprisingly enough, she was nowhere near depressing as she usually is. Sure, she complained about absolutely everything, and couldn't do anything quietly, but she didn't have an emo fit of self pity, and that's a big improvement from last year. Never the less, I was more than happy to see her leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd bit of news I should have mentioned earlier: a cousin who is six months younger than me became a father last year. I find that rather consternating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the month was spent in a haze of Ferrero Rocher induced hyperness and Wii Sport competition. And the past few days have been spent on Norion, Bryyo, Elysia and Phaaze respectively :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-7663451851332367799?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/7663451851332367799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=7663451851332367799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7663451851332367799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7663451851332367799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-end-round-up.html' title='Year end round-up'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5120159850497974958</id><published>2007-10-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:42:09.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Porn and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I do not get along very well with porn. As with most kids who grew up with the internet, accidentally discovered porn has been the basis for much mental scaring (goatse and meatspin, anyone?). But now that I am more mature* and better able to understand and process pornographic material, I find that porn is not so much scaring as downright ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of why I find porn so inherently bad, no matter what medium it is presented in, is the fact that it's merely a form of instant gratification. Since most people watch or read porn for the whole sex aspect, they don't want to get bogged down by plots and logic. As such, if you were to take the sex out of porn, the stories would have no redeeming qualities. Well, unless you like reading or watching something bad, if only for the lulz. Which I do, actually, and that has lead to more than one instance where I've started watching what I assumed to be a B-movie, only to find out it's a big ol' porno...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Actually, my brother and I will sometimes watch this Latin Lover show on the Spanish channel, turn the volume low, and dub in our own dialog for all the soap opera-y stuff that goes on between the sex. We always end up switching it to Star Trek when the people do start getting it on, because it's no fun dubbing without dialog :P )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other reason why I can't take porn seriously (especially written porn) is the euphemisms. I mean, you can only say "penis," "vagina" and "cock" so many times before things start getting old. But when people truck out their most imaginative and flowery descriptions of genitalia, and what they do, hilarity ensues!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much the same thing happens when I try to write porn myself; I run out of normal euphemisms and end up coming up with ones that are completely ridiculous ("the rippling pillar of his throbbing man microphone" always makes me laugh). Also, coming up with plots for a porn story is something I find both difficult and irrelevant. After all, since most people only read erotica for the sex, what does the story matter? So most of my porno story plans follow along these lines:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, gonna write a porno!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who's in it, what are they doing and where are they doing it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Person A and Person B, they're having sex (duh), and... they're doing it up against a building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside or out?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's be kinky and have it outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, so why are A and B having sex outside and up against a building?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weeeelllll.... A could be some sort of.... nympho who gets off on doing it in public...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And B just happened to be the first person A spotted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, but why would B just randomly have public sex with a stranger?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B was horny? Or maybe B was heartbroken or depressed or something, and sex is B's means of self-therapy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see, but what would make B so depressed/heartbroken that they'd go out of their way to have meaningless sex?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know, I childhood tragedy? Oh! No, B's true love died in a horrible accident, and the only way B feels alive again is by doing people who resemble the true love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the true love like, then?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, they'd be... actually, screw the sex, I want to write about B and their true love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, bad pun, no biscuit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus sidetracking incurs, and the sex is forgotten. But if I do manage to work out some sort of quick plot that leads to sex, as I said before, I end up laughing too hard at euphemisms to write anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To date, I've only managed to complete one sex-centric story, and I personally find it kind of dumb because it has no real purpose. Well, other than the obvious. The only reason I wrote it was because it was demanded of me, and threats (even half-hearted, joking ones) are good at getting rid of procrastination :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, in conclusion, I can't take porn seriously, but if you can, then good for you XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*this, of course, is debatable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5120159850497974958?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5120159850497974958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5120159850497974958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5120159850497974958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5120159850497974958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/10/porn-and-me_28.html' title='Porn and Me'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4076736657813354002</id><published>2007-10-10T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:37:54.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Alignment test</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=testResultInfo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;SPAN&gt;True Neutral&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;52% Good, 52% Chaotic&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV id=testResultInfoImg&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/122/718/12271922432043554246/mt1125994037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Plane of Existence&lt;/B&gt;: The Outlands, "&lt;I&gt;Plane of Concordant Opposition&lt;/I&gt;". Description: The plane between all other outer planes. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Examples of True Neutrals (Ethically Neutral, Morally Neutral) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Red XIII, "Nanaki" (FFVII)&lt;BR&gt;Vincent Valentine (FFVII)&lt;BR&gt;Cid Highwind (FFVII)&lt;BR&gt;Mr. Spock&lt;BR&gt;Linus Torvalds&lt;BR&gt;Dr. Strangelove&lt;BR&gt;Scott Evil&lt;BR&gt;Batman&lt;BR&gt;The Punisher&lt;BR&gt;Switzerland&lt;BR&gt;Canada &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Not actively for or against anything. Has his or her own reasons for doing everything. Usually difficult to understand. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Will keep their word if in their best interest&lt;BR&gt;May attack an unarmed foe&lt;BR&gt;May use poison&lt;BR&gt;May help those in need&lt;BR&gt;May work with others&lt;BR&gt;Indifferent to higher authority&lt;BR&gt;Indifferent to organizations &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;True Neutral "Pure Neutral" &lt;BR&gt;"Balancer"&lt;/B&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some neutral [people] commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They are of the true neutral alignment as described in Advanced Dungeons &amp; Dragons. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A true neutral [person] sees good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. He advocates the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Some true neutral [people] actively support balance in the world, and seek to avoid having any one side, law or chaos, good or evil, become too powerful over them or anyone else, and will work against whichever side is the most powerful. They tend to side with the underdog in any situation, and are often opportunistic in their actions. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;True neutral is committed to the avoidance of extremes, and is non-judgemental. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Other Alignments and Tendencies (Tendenices are what you would more often sway towards; esp. for Neutrals):&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;0-39% Good, 0-39% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=20&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=20&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Lawful-Evil&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;0-39% Good, 40-60% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=20&amp;score1=50&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Neutral-Evil&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;0-39% Good, 61-100% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=20&amp;score1=80&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Chaotic-Evil&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;40-60% Good, 0-39% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=50&amp;score1=20&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Lawful-Neutral&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;40-60% Good, 61-100% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=50&amp;score1=80&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Chaotic-Neutral&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;61-100% Good, 0-39% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=80&amp;score1=20&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Lawful-Good&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;61-100% Good, 40-60% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=80&amp;score1=50&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Neutral-Good&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;61-100% Good, 61-100% Chaotic:&lt;/U&gt; &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=5273602979166955622&amp;score0=80&amp;score1=80&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Chaotic-Good&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/5273602979166955622/Alignment'&gt;The Alignment Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=xan81'&gt;xan81&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4076736657813354002?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4076736657813354002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4076736657813354002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4076736657813354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4076736657813354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/10/alignment-test.html' title='Alignment test'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-4404250887664187921</id><published>2007-10-07T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:33:14.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious rambling'/><title type='text'>Characters &gt; Romance</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I just want to point out that, as a girl, I like romance. If a story ends with the two lovers riding off into the sunset (more often than not to make a wave of babies), I am totally down with that. Stories that end with a happily ever after make me a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I'm not really a fan of romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the wtf?'s you're thinking (cyber telepathy is awesome that way). "How can you not like romance stories if you like romance?"&lt;br /&gt;Easy question to answer: It's because most romance stories are so formulaic and derivative that I already know how they progress and end by the time I'm done the first paragraph/ten minutes into the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal romance (be it in book or movie form) will follow one of these formats: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl don't get along. Boy and Girl's friends will play matchmakers. Wacky romantic hyjinks ensue. Boy and Girl fall for each other. A huge misunderstanding will split the two apart. Lots of emoing on whether they will or won't get back together. The misunderstanding is resolved, and the two do get back together. They all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Boy meets Girl. One falls instantly in love with the other. One will perform crazy stunts to attract the affections of the other. Wacky romantic hyjinks ensue. Boy and Girl fall for each other. A huge misunderstanding will split the two apart. Lots of emoing on whether they will or won't get back together. The misunderstanding is resolved, and the two do get back together. They all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Boy meets Girl. One is coerced into a bet/deal to turn the other into something they are not. There may be a Best Friend, who is secretly pining after one of them, and will have their misery go unnoticed by their object of affection. Wacky romantic hyjinks ensue. Boy and Girl fall for each other. The bet/deal comes to light and one will break it off with the other. Lots of emoing on whether they will or won't get back together. After dwelling on their feelings, one will forgive the other, or the Best Friend will come forward with their feelings. The misunderstanding is resolved and the Boy and Girl do get back together, or one and the Best Friend hook up, leaving the other with the lesson that you can't toy with people's feelings. One of the optional couples lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Boy meets Girl. They fall for each other, but are honour/duty/obligation bound to not have a relationship. Lots of UST as they are forced to work together. UST gets resolved, leaving a Third Party emotionally wounded. Boy and Girl will either call off the relationship so they won't hurt the Third Party any more, or they will continue the relationship despite the opposition. A conflict arises, and one of the three is killed, most often the Third Party so the Boy and Girl can live happily ever after. If the Boy or Girl dies, then the surviving one's bonds with the Third Party are left too damaged to repair, and no one lives happily ever after. If there was no Third Party, then the survivor will either pine ever after, or die so they can be with their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a romance story is well written/acted, then I can forgive the derivativeness and simply enjoy it. But 9 times out of 10 I'll come across a romance so hopelessly mediocre that I'll want to vomit rather than read/watch it. And it is because of this over saturation of unoriginal romance that I prefer stories of friendship so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With romance stories, you read/watch them to see what kind of situations the leads get into, whereas in a friendship story you're reading/watching it for the interaction between the two leads. Because no two people are exactly alike, there are infinite possibilities for how one personality will deal with/play off another, and what kinds of situations they can get themselves into and out of. I like stories/movies where two characters of the opposite sex are &lt;em&gt;comfortable&lt;/em&gt; enough with each other that they don't have to resort to unrealistic scenarios to express their affections for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a freak, but I would much rather read/watch something where more thought has been put into the personalities of people, than something derivative where its only draw is the gimmicky shenanigans the one dimensional characters get up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, those antics may work in the movies, but if you continually serenade someone with romance songs in the wee hours of the night, you'll get a restraining order faster than you can say "romantic comedy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-4404250887664187921?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/4404250887664187921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=4404250887664187921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4404250887664187921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/4404250887664187921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/10/characters-romance.html' title='Characters &gt; Romance'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-7708539758558854438</id><published>2007-09-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:41:20.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Emolicious!</title><content type='html'>Recently Chloe and I made videos, and the inspiration behind our videos can be summed up with this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe: So what do you want to do next week?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wanna go to the dam? Haven't been there in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Yeah, that sounds good. Ooh! And let's bring our cameras!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, so we can film us being freaks XD&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: And set it to music! I want to use this song!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going to use this song! Hah, but both of our songs are kinda sad XD&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: HEY! LET'S FILM US BEING EMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;*much laughter ensued*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we went out and did :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mine, we went to this real secluded part of the dam, so secluded, in fact, that the stairway leading to it from the dam had been removed, and we had to find another way to get to it. All the other times we've been there, we've run into one, maybe two other people, and that was with the way to our spot much more accessible. But this time, when you all but have to rappel down a hillside to get to this freaking place, no less than ten people showed up. Ten!! Makes me remember why I hate Murphy's Law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then to add insult to injury, when we filmed Chloe's video, we filmed it at this sort of intersection in the trail around the dam, a real high traffic area, and only five or so people came by &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had to do some extra filming when I got home, because I needed a shot of some fire in the darkness. But then I nearly killed myself, because the only room in the house that I could get dark enough in the afternoon was the bathroom, and lighting fires in a small, enclosed room is a sure way to die of asphyxiation. And then I only needed 10 seconds of footage that nearly cost me my life x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7PDZwOgsuk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7PDZwOgsuk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpLRKPR-Sr8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpLRKPR-Sr8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-7708539758558854438?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/7708539758558854438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=7708539758558854438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7708539758558854438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7708539758558854438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/09/emolicious.html' title='Emolicious!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5264379960641453891</id><published>2007-09-25T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:38:16.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Intelligence=/=cooking skills and church signs</title><content type='html'>Apparently, within three of my favourite fandoms (Sailor Moon, Legend of Zelda, Harry Potter), it has somehow become a fanon fact that the smart people in the group (Ami [Mercury], Zelda, Hermione), despite their intelligence, are unable to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strikes me a really weird, as most cooking is just following a recipe, and that's not exactly the most difficult thing that either of those girls have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there is this church in my town, and it, like all the other churches in town, has a large bulletin boar outside of it. The thing about &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; particular church, however, it that it has the weirdest sayings put up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reckless Reliance in God - I don't think it's a good idea to have reckless reliance in anything...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flavour of the Day - Your guess is as good as mine O_o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The birth of Star - again O_o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart of Glass - Apparently this church is big on Blondie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King of the Cosmos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That last one there is their newest one, just came up this week. My dad and I saw it as we were driving by on our way to work. Upon spotting it, my dad says, "Well, I guess God likes Katamari" and I laughed :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5264379960641453891?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5264379960641453891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5264379960641453891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5264379960641453891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5264379960641453891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/09/intelligencecooking-skills-and-church.html' title='Intelligence=/=cooking skills and church signs'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8577518606435987123</id><published>2007-09-11T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:47:35.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>On anniversaries and possible apocalypses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I actually get into talking about stuff, I just want to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear global warming, and those who are causing it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting loathing,&lt;br /&gt;gr33n_sl33ves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now! That feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to the point I was going to make, this being the 6th anniversary of the whole 9/11 thing, I figured I'd make obligatory 9/11 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I'd like to say, HOLY SHIT, HAS IT REALLY BEEN SIX YEARS SINCE THAT HAPPENED?!?! Time certainly does fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, yeah, okay, this was technically posted on the 12th, but I started writing it on the 11th! I just got a little sidetracked because I was posting a stupid video up on YouTube…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I remember what happened, I don't remember it like it happened yesterday, because truth be told, I was half asleep for the beginning of it. It was the beginning of the school year, I'd just started grade 10, and my most pressing concerns were doing homework and beating a friend of mine in the &lt;a href="http://homokaasu.org/killeveryone/"&gt;Kill Everyone Project &lt;/a&gt;(and by the way, I did). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was the norm for most Tuesday mornings, I was trying to sleep in as late as I could. My dad came into my room to wake me up, and sounding as though he couldn’t believe what he was saying, he told me that someone had attacked the towers. And I, in my sleep-addled state, thought he was making some kind of Lord of the Rings reference, or maybe perhaps this was some kind of April Fool's thing. It was that kind of disconnected feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he said, "Someone crashed a plane into the World Trade Center," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed him into my parent’s bedroom, where my mother was watching the news, just in time to see the second plane crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surreal is the only way I can describe that morning. There I was, getting ready for school, just like always, and people were leaping from the towers in some kind of perverse attempt to save themselves. The juxtaposition of the normalcy of my everyday routine and the carnage happening on the other side of the continent was jarring, to say the least, and all I can remember about the rest of the day is just a blur of sensation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at school was subdued, the teachers distracted, and even the most boisterous students didn't dare to cause a ruckus. The TVs scattered around the school, which usually displayed announcements of upcoming events, or projects completed by the digital arts class, were instead showing news coverage from ground zero. And as odd as it may sound, the thing that bothered me the most about that day was walking home and not seeing a single plane in the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I remember the most about that day was not the carnage or the sounding of metaphorical war horns, but the feeling as though the whole world was looking at this one event in horror, as if the &lt;em&gt;entire world&lt;/em&gt; had paused to utter, collectively, "How did we get to be this way?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a brief moment, it felt as thought the world was united. Purpose, reason, race, religion, age, sexual orientation, &lt;em&gt;none of it mattered&lt;/em&gt;, because for one instant, we were one people, watching in horror as we killed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as with anything of meaning, the moment was over too soon. People got back to their lives, some unaffected, others piecing together what they could. War was declared on the Middle East, and Bush, who had not days ago been touted as a sham president who only got in because he rigged an election, suddenly had the entirety of the United States backing him up. Terror became a keyword, the masses suddenly filled with hate and loathing for those who looked even the least bit Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to be jealous of my parents because they lived through such historic events like the first supersonic flight, the moon landing, the invention of the Internet and the dawn of the computer age. I used wonder what things of historic relevance would happen in my day and age. All my wonderings were full of explorations of the depths of the sea, journeys to other worlds, cures for diseases and the child-like wish for world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we have war, famine, pestilence, death, global warming, fear, ignorance, hate, indifference and porn. If ever the bible is rewritten, the Four Horsemen are going to be joined by their six cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder what my generation would be remembered for, and now I have my answer: We're the generation that's going to have to clean up the mess. And while there are a lot of good, decent people out there, on the whole, we're pretty fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever becomes the president of the US next, I am truly, &lt;em&gt;sincerely&lt;/em&gt; sorry. You're going to have a hell of a wreck ahead of you, and I really hope you’re up to the task of cleaning house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an aside to that, I am &lt;em&gt;so glad&lt;/em&gt; I'm Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a lighter note (because talking about sorry state of the world is a wee bit depressing), I leave you with my virtual body count, because digital death is a million times better than the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://homokaasu.org/killeveryone/bodycount.gas?id=32244" frameborder="0" width="200" scrolling="no" height="80"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8577518606435987123?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8577518606435987123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8577518606435987123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8577518606435987123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8577518606435987123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-anniversaries-and-possible.html' title='On anniversaries and possible apocalypses'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8595067846802331937</id><published>2007-08-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:01:41.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Unintentional Fangirling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I'm mucking about on the internet, procrastinating when I should be writing, and watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upLkHR5u7N4"&gt;clips of Doctor Who in Japanese&lt;/a&gt; (because I'm a lewzur and it's really funny XD ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I come to this thing called Miss Fortune's Cookeis, and what did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="8" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;img height="82" src="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/minicookie.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;My Fortune Cookie told me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;BAD WOLF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masquerademaskarts.com/memes/thefortunecookie.php"&gt;Get a cookie from Miss Fortune&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollercaust, but even the freaking &lt;em&gt;internet&lt;/em&gt; knows how much of a fangirl I am XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8595067846802331937?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8595067846802331937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8595067846802331937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8595067846802331937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8595067846802331937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/08/unintentional-fangirling.html' title='Unintentional Fangirling'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-919313842348589007</id><published>2007-07-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:33:55.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Finished reading Deathly Hallows yesterday (my reactions ranging from D: to :D to O_O to T^T to X3), and I wanted to see how I faired in my predictions: Wrong, mostly right, totally wrong (and my reaction was D:), totally right, 100% right (and much squeeing occurred), right again, so very right, wrong (but that didn't stop Neville from being made of awesome), right, I didn't even think that was going to happen (I just had too much Star Wars and too little sleep), and yes for both of those last two (and again, my reaction was D:). So, in total, I was 73% correct in my predictions, so that gets me a C- in Divination. Ah well, it's a pass :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-919313842348589007?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/919313842348589007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=919313842348589007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/919313842348589007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/919313842348589007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-6321267788346111498</id><published>2007-07-14T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:12:41.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Bloody Long Wait</title><content type='html'>So, seven days until Deathly Hallows and I'm already freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say "already" like this is a new development, but the truth is that my fangirlish impulses have been on a steady simmer ever since the onset of about May, when I first placed my preorder of the book, and I've been getting steadily more excited as the 21st of July grew ever closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't really describe how buzzed I am about the final instalment in the Harry Potter series. Why, just this morning, Trevor flailed at me madly while whining, "Fuck off!" before slamming his door in my face. Rude little bastard, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my excitement did decrease a little this last week, because OMG IT WAS TOO FUCKING HOT TO FUNCTION, LIKE WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't handle heat all that well. Genetically, I come from mostly northern European stock, with some Mongolian thrown in from when they were tearing across the continent, raping, pillaging and plundering, as well as liberal amounts of Canadian and British Isles. And what do those regions all have in common? COOL CLIMATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am built, both genetically and physically, for colder climates. I have a stocky build, much more muscle than fat, and I am most definitely not waif-like. I'm fair skinned and dark haired, ideal for cooler climates and not much sun, so when the humidex hits 36C, I become unable to function on most levels. I am especially lacking in sleep. In short, FUCK YOU GLOBAL WARMING, AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that we're finally, finally getting some cooler weather (and we may even get a deluge of sweet, delicious rain soon), I am able to resume my obsession of all things Potter, which leads me to the reason for this post: Book 7 predictions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are mostly for myself than for anyone else, so you're free to skip these if you so desire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Deathly Hallows, what does that mean? With "deathly" generally meaning anything related to death, whereas "hallows" is some sort of holy, sacred place, I think that the Deathly Hallows are some sort of graveyard or war memorial, possibly where Lily and James are buried, or where a Horcrux is hidden, or where the final battle between Harry and Voldemort will take place (or possibly all three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Snape. Many people seem bound and determined to vilify him, but I think he's going to come out a tragic hero in the end. Snape is going to die, I have no doubt about that, but I think he's going to die in an act of redemption, possibly taking a fatal blow that was meant for either Harry or Lupin, and somehow or other it will be revealed that he had always been working for Dumbledor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, if any of the Weasleys are going to die, it's going to be either Charlie or Percy, in that order. Charlie, because he's had the least page time of any of the Weasleys, and Percy because he's been such an asshole in the last couple of books. If Charlie dies, it's going to be in the middle of a battle, possibly going up against an army of giants, and he'll be on dragonback. Percy, on the other hand, will be killed by Death Eaters if and when they storm the Ministry, and it'll either be quick and underhanded, or it'll be while he's holding the DEs back to give other Ministry workers a time to escape, maybe even forcing his father into a Floo just seconds before the fatal curse is cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I sekritly luve angsty drama. *sheds some emo tears and mimics slitting wrists*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, people who I figure DEFINITELY 100% WILL NOT DIE: Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. JK Rowling seems like too much of a decent human being to kill off her main characters and love interests. NOT LIKE SOME AUTHORS WHO TAKE GREAT JOYS IN EMOTIONALLY TORMENTING THEIR READERS!!! *more emo tears and wrist slitting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, if there is an on-page kiss (dare I say snog?) between Ron and Hermione, Hermione's going to be the one to initiate it, and it'll probably be right before or after the final battle. If they kiss anywhere else, I will squee with friggen' joy. FRIGGIN' JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, I think Draco is going to redeem himself somehow, and that he isn't going to die. Ever since Book 6, where Draco was shown to be an actual human being, I've had a bit of a soft spot for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly, McGonagall and Luna are gonna R0X0RZ, because that's how they roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eightly, there's going to be some sort of showdown between Neville and Bellatrix again, and Neville is going to come out on top, because the poor guy's had enough go wrong in his life, AND IT'S REVENGE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninthly, Fleur's going to show us that she's more than just a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tenthly, Voldemort is Harry's father! ("That's not true," Harry will growl, "That's impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;"Search your feelings, you know it to be true!" Voldemort will counter, his sibilant features twisting into a triumphant grin as he extends a had towards Harry.&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Harry will scream, the cry of anguish echoing around the depths of Cloud City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there is no tenth point, I was just feeling silly AND I JUST WATCHED THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my predictions for the Deathly Hallows, and how many I get right will determine the level of victory dancing I shall do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a word of advice, whatever secondary character that gets lots of screen time, more than they normally would, that character is probably going to die. And there's something odd about the DADA teacher. *cackles madly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-6321267788346111498?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/6321267788346111498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=6321267788346111498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6321267788346111498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6321267788346111498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-bloody-long-wait.html' title='Harry Potter and the Bloody Long Wait'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-6356147206608219785</id><published>2007-07-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:54:50.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Thnigs that happen at 3am</title><content type='html'>So, I went camping this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose you couldn't really call it camping. Chloe, Sable and I pitched a tent in Chloe's back yard and slept out there. Of course, I say "slept" like we actually got some rest, but that's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we didn't even think about going to the tent till some time after 3am, as we had been too busy watching X-Files and eating high-sugar foods to worry about sleep. So Chloe and I head out into the back yard, only to find that it had started raining, and we needed a tarp to put over the tent (because when it rains here, it can sometimes seem like a bloody monsoon, and we did not want to die by drowning in a tent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the two of us (because Sable had fallen asleep on the couch, the lazy sod) quietly ransacked the house (because her family was trying to sleep) as we looked for the damn tarp, only for Chloe to realize a half hour later that it was in their camper outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came problem number two, because Chloe didn't know which key on the key rack was for the camper, so we had to bring the whole kitten kaboodle out into the rain as we tried each key on the camper. Once we finally managed to open the thing and retrieve the tarp, we got Sable up to help us with the tarp. And only once we were all outside again did we realize that we had &lt;em&gt;forgotten&lt;/em&gt; to get something with which to tie the tarp down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So into the house once more, till we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found some rope, and then back out into the rain, only to discover it had now turned into a fine drizzle, and that the clouds were clearing up, so it seemed that we wouldn't need the tarp anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the house again to get all out sleeping bags, then back to the tent to set up. And &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; we realized that none of us had bothered to bring a foam mat or air matress, but by that time it was very nearly 5am, so we decided to forgo any further searching and just try to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes and a pantie fight later (though the pantie was just a cloth we'd brought to wipe off some condensation on the inside of the tent, why we called it a pantie, I don't know), Chloe and Sable were sleeping blissfully away, and I began to drift off. But instead of sleep, I entered a six-hour cycle of drifting in and out of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dreampt, though, because I remember having a dream where B'lanna Torres of Star Trek: Voyager was apparently the Spirit of the Earth (which was a glowing green, slightly amorphos, giant deer thing that flies through space).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: We suck at camping. That and we probably need psychiactric help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, however, I've started seriousley working on my Sailor Moon/Eternal Darkness crossover, and I hope to have the first chapter of that up some time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I made a Eternal Darkness fanvid, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPhuZr7WF1Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPhuZr7WF1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, but on Wednesday, the girls and I are taking Tara and Trevor out to see the Transformers movie, and we are presumptuously refering to it as "Marvin and Herbert's First Date!!!11!1!!!!one!!!1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the ironic thing is that before we leave for the movie, we're filming a "tard wedding," in which the two of them are getting hitched XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually looking forward to seeing this movie. When I first heard about it, I was sceptical (though Trevor dissolved into a paroxysm of fanboyish delight when he found out), but all the trailers, coupled with Trevor's glee, have gotten to me. Besides, I was always fond of the Transformers when I was a kid. I'd watch that instead of all My Little Pony or Care Bears, because transforming robots &gt; talking pink horses and bears that shoot magic from their bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelatedly, Leela from Doctor Who is, quite frankly, &lt;em&gt;pure awesomeness incarnate&lt;/em&gt; ("Before you kill me I'll have this rat hole ankle deep with blood!" she quoth one episode), and the fact that the movie Ratatouille has to have the subtitle (rat-a-too-ee) really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pisses me off. It isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard to pronounce! *kicks an ignorant person*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-6356147206608219785?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/6356147206608219785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=6356147206608219785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6356147206608219785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6356147206608219785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/07/thnigs-that-happen-at-3am.html' title='Thnigs that happen at 3am'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-3320135072979564226</id><published>2007-06-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:06:51.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Ballad of the Wind Fish</title><content type='html'>The title has nothing to do with this post, except for the fact that &lt;em&gt;it will not get out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But, unlike the song, I am, in fact, out of my mind. I've been going for about 72 hours straight with no sleep, and it's doing strange things to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, it feels as though my brain has shrunk and peeled away from the inside of my skull, and all that extra space has been filled with cerebral fluid, and that's acting like a curtain between my eyes and brain. I know I'm hearing things fine, but it's like there's a slight delay between what I hear and what I see. It's kind of fascinating actually. I figure this is what it must feel like for people who are drunk and/or stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I have no desire to test that hypotheses by becoming either drunk or stoned, I suppose I'll just have to go on without proof of this being true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, an odd thing happened today. I came up with a story idea, a space story none the less, from watching the Disney Beauty and the Beast. I'm not too sure how that works, because the story doesn't have anyone in it who can only be de-cursed by the power of love, nor does it have anything to do with anything even remotely French, but, well, who am I to question the plot bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this potential story seems to be drawing inspiration from a fair few different places. The main character is, appearance wise, a cross between Kiba from Naruto and Axel from Kingdom Hearts, only with 100% more estrogen. I haven't actually ever played a KH game, but I think Axel's hair is pretty. Personality and colouring wise, however, she resembles my cat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other lead characters, his species is a sort of vague cross between the Zora from the Zelda games, and the Time Lords from Doctor Who. And the main antagonist is a Gorn, a la Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's not called a Gorn (well, he is in my head, but I'm trying very hard to curb that impulse), and I never intended to call him a Gorn, appearance wise he pretty much is a Gorn: a big green lizard man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but ever since I first started writing, I've always had lizard men as bad guys. I think it stems from my childhood obsession with dinosaurs, but as I am not a psychologist, one can never tell with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, but I'm actually looking forward to seeing the Transformers movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly less off topic, I don't care what anyone says, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed Pirates 3. It has, in my opinion, the single most romantic wedding in the history of film. And Davey Jones was oddly adorable, especially when he was playing his organ with his tentacles. And boy, did that sentence ever sound wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts singing the Mario theme in Japanese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I just blinded myself with science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I've had the Peloponnesians in my head all day. It's kind of aggravating, because they just hang around in there, having their damn war. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should attempt to sleep now, because I'm not making any sense. That and I get the weirdest feeling like I'm a drunk phoning his ex-girlfriend in the middle of the night, and that's obviously a bad sign because I am neither drunk, male, or anybodies ex O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, yeah... goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-3320135072979564226?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/3320135072979564226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=3320135072979564226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3320135072979564226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3320135072979564226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/06/ballad-of-wind-fish.html' title='Ballad of the Wind Fish'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-2084662247411820697</id><published>2007-05-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:16:12.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>*inarticulate scream*</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. Hate, hate, &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; being sick. It currently holds the #3 spot on the list of things that I hate (with racism and stupidity at #1 and #2 respectively). I only get really sick maybe once a year, with maybe a smattering of sinus congestion throughout the year (and that's mostly due to mild hay fever, and clears up in a day or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am sick, with a fever and possible chances that I may get strep throat, and that makes me want to tear off someones entire head &lt;em&gt;with my teeth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyeballs hurt. How in the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; are my eyeballs hurting?! How does a fever and soar throat make my eyes feel like they've been lifting weights four hours at a time!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, but in my under-the-weather state, I want to write a dictionary. And kill people with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just have a lie down instead x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-2084662247411820697?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/2084662247411820697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=2084662247411820697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2084662247411820697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2084662247411820697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/05/inarticulate-scream.html' title='*inarticulate scream*'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8725522923481810720</id><published>2007-04-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:50:15.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Mine'/><title type='text'>Not Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is only one reason I wrote Not Mine: Doomsday made me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it wasn't so much "cry" as "get all misty eyed," but being that I don't cry that easily, just getting me misty is an accomplishment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But damn it! Rose was trapped in an alternate dimension, with no chance of returning, and the Doctor was left all alone (well, until that bride showed up, and he had no idea how she even got there).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, in my emo fangirl state, I, like other fangirls, wracked my brain for ways in which the Doctor could get into Pete's World. But then it hit me: Pete's World is an alternate universe. There were alternate versions of everyone there (the most amusing of which was, of course, Rose the yorkie), so why not an AU Doctor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The idea intrigued me so much that I had to write it, yet once I got past a certain point (where the fic itself ends), the story would disintegrate into angst, and the angst would invariably disintegrate into smut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, while I have nothing against smut, I just prefer plot to smut, and I really want this story to have a point without being angsty sex. Well, that and I can't write any kind of sex scene with a straight face. And if I'm supposed to be penning an angst-ridden tale (which I don't want to anyway, because too much angst is just tacky), laughing like a maniac while I'm trying to write angsty sex would kind of spoil the mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to do this thing right, so I'm taking my time, finding ways to make this story work, but in the mean time, I'm just going to put this idea on the back burner, until I can come up with a way to make it work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8725522923481810720?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8725522923481810720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8725522923481810720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8725522923481810720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8725522923481810720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-mine.html' title='Not Mine'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-3452069719561643250</id><published>2007-04-13T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:45:22.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Someone's being a bitch...</title><content type='html'>Not me, mind you. The one in question is FanFiction.Net. For some reason, every time I try to upload a document, it comes up with this little message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An error has occurred while processing your request.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the problem persists, please alert site admin via &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://support.fanfiction.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://support.fanfiction.net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All errors are logged for administrative and security purposes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, &lt;em&gt;the link leads to nowhere&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that so bloody typical? It's like a statement of our times. The state of the world can pretty much be summed up with that: An error has occurred, but when you try to alert the admins, &lt;em&gt;nothing happens&lt;/em&gt;! This error message is the most profound thing that has ever happened to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That or I'm being sarcastic/need sleep desperately. My money's on option B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of money, the government mailed me a cheque for $58 today. I know it's because I did my income taxes and all, but the fact that the government sent me money has got me all paranoid. Like if I spend it, they'll have the cops on my ass quicker than a fat kid on fudge *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of fudge (or chocolate in general) Easter ended up not being so bad this year. The only family we had over were my bitchy aunt (who wasn't much of a bitch, for once) and my grandmother who would forget to breath if it wasn't a base function carried out by the lower brain. As per most family gatherings, I hid upstairs with my brother till it was time to eat (watching Naruto Shippuden X3), only going down when it was time to eat and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a religious person (but that's a topic for another rant), so I don't really follow/celebrate/remember holidays unless someone points them out to me, or I actually pay attention to the media bombardment that seems to happen for almost every holiday. The only holiday I actually remember on my own is Halloween (because I get to dress up in costume and get candy from strangers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to look forward to christmas, because christmas=presents, but the fact that everyone in my family (outside of my parents, brother, a cousin, an aunt and uncle and my cat) is either a racist, insane (clinically insane, not fun insane), an uberbitch, has an ego the size of the Horsehead Nebula, or is just too dumb to put two and two together really takes away from the merriment. But in addition to all that, they all seem to have this massive Emo streak too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most family gatherings, half the adults are talking about all their health problems/how they wished they had died when they were in the hospital, while the other half are either screaming at each other over some discretion that happened &lt;em&gt;seven bloody years ago&lt;/em&gt; (so get over it, for fuck's sakes!) or going on and on about how great they are, and how everything they do is just &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Eastern Canada relatives are always belittling us Westcoasters, like we're a bunch of po-dunk hillbillies living in the woods with no concept of society, and no ability to drive in crappy weather (which is just dumb, because the only people who have gotten into accidents in my family were the East Canadian aunt and uncle, and that was because they, on more than one occasion, exercised poor driving habits in bad weather). Sure, even I sometimes say that we live in a po-dunk part of Canada, but we aren't hillbillies! We've got some class, yo (and we don't inbreed or shag sheep either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, that rant deviated from what I had in mind. Ah well, I suppose I needed to vent, and what better place than the anonymity of the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just found out that my cousin, who is &lt;em&gt;six months younger than me&lt;/em&gt;, is going to be a father in August. And for the record, this is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-3452069719561643250?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/3452069719561643250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=3452069719561643250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3452069719561643250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/3452069719561643250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/04/someones-being-bitch.html' title='Someone&apos;s being a bitch...'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-2070756836467956825</id><published>2007-04-10T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:01:50.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>I wanna take you to a gay bar!</title><content type='html'>Want to know something kinda funny? There are a lot of hot guys in gay bars. &lt;em&gt;A lot&lt;/em&gt;. Seriousley. I used to think it was some sort of HBO/Bravo conspiricy to depict gay bars as being chock full of hot guys, but no, it's completely true! And not only are they hot, but they're nice too! I swear, you meet the most gentlemanly of guys in gay bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to this is that despite their hottness, and their actual use of manners, they are only interested in other guys &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such is life, isn't it? All the decent guys are either married, fictional, or with other guys. This would probably be a problem were I actually looking to get myself a boyfriend, but I don't really have a need for a significant other at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can ogle, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, 300 made me very happy in a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why all this gay bar talk? Well, me and the girls (Sable, Chloe, Tara, Ruth, Deborah) went to one, and had a most enjoyable time too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my karaoke virginity, I did. Sang "Like A Virgin" with Chloe and Deborah, which we (well, I at least) sang badly, because that song is ten times as fun when sung off key. Then, the lot of us got to sing the Time Warp as the last song of the night, though we had wanted to do Shoes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not all fun and games, for there were two freaky old men who had snuck into the club somehow. The first was this bum who kept hanging around behind our table, copping a feel from pretty much all of us, then wanting Sable to send him pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worse then him was this freaky ass old guy who came right up behind Ruth, stuck hiss face next to hers &lt;em&gt;and bloody well propositioned her&lt;/em&gt;! I mean, holy shit! He was old enough to be her grandfather, and then he wanted to have &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; with her? Ugh, that's just... &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. On so many levels x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us ended up huddling around Ruth to shield her from the creepy old man's advances (he sort of left the bar at one point, with only his head an arm inside, motioning with a finger for Ruth to follow. Ew). But if push came to shove, I'm pretty sure that between Chloe and I, we could have taken the whole damn bar on if somebody tried to start something with us. Haha, because we had knives, and I had a paddle and a glow-in-the-dark fish whacker in my backpack XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note, Chloe gets really scary when viewing a rape scene in a movie. While watching a Boadicea movie, and when her daughter's got raped, I thought Chloe was going to leap from her seat and tear the laptop we were watching the movie on in half, &lt;em&gt;with her bare teeth&lt;/em&gt; o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another barely related topic, but when Trev is old enough to drink (in 9 month's time), I want to take him and Tara to the gay bar, get them drunk, then tape the ensuing hilarity XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanders off to attempt sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-2070756836467956825?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/2070756836467956825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=2070756836467956825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2070756836467956825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2070756836467956825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-take-you-to-gay-bar.html' title='I wanna take you to a gay bar!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8304311787501411893</id><published>2007-03-13T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:30:14.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear The Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want a larger penis. I do not want to hook up with hot babes in my area. I do not want cheap meds, nor larger breasts or care about deceased relatives in South Africa who have left me all their millions of dollars. And I am not a stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a female, &lt;em&gt;female&lt;/em&gt;, and that equals no penis. And without said article of male genitalia, how can I possibly meet up with "hot chicks" and, as you so eloquently put it, "stick it in them"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breasts are not something I want bigger. They're big enough already, thank you very much, and a right bloody pain in the ass. What males find so fascinating about them, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, seeing as I am devoid of penis, I do not need Viagra. My only erectile dysfunction would be my lack of anything to erect. And I don't need uppers and downers to balance my psyche. Life is a downer enough, and the only uppers I need are a Master Sword and a Gerudo king to stab (or a missile launcher and Space Pirates, or a shotgun and parasite infested Spaniards, or a gladius and a roomful of Chattur'gha zombies to slaughter. Or just chocolate, whatever I can find first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, while I do actually have relatives in South Africa, I am in fairly regular contact with them, via a grandmother whose sister lives there, and I know for a fact that they aren't rich, and there is no way in hell they would ever leave me any money. And even if they did, I wouldn't want their right-wing, Nazi white supremest gold anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you would be so kind, could you stop sending such dreck into my inbox? I have no need for it, and it only makes you look like a spam dump for everything that is wrong with humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours fondly,&lt;br /&gt;gr33n_sl33ves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: What the hell is with those e-mails composed of what appears to be paragraphs out of random books, and then images about drugs or some other crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: LEARN TO SPELL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8304311787501411893?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8304311787501411893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8304311787501411893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8304311787501411893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8304311787501411893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/03/open-letter.html' title='An Open Letter'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-6949455666778092871</id><published>2007-03-08T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:52:07.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The downside to the upside</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah baby, I can find the cloud for any silver lining XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I figured out that I was able to record stuff of my Gamecube, which led to my first &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKAahHYTkRw"&gt;LoZ fanvid&lt;/a&gt; (and I'm going to be pimping it till the cows come home :P ). Now, while this is great, because I can get sharp footage myself, without having to worry about somebody's logo all over it (that and I would press the A button really fast when they were talking, which got rid of the speech boxes that were blocking all the action), there is one drawback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in the software, there is a little preview screen, so you can see what you're recording. Size wise, I'd say it's somewhere around three inches square. Now, while this is fine for recording cutscenes, it completely throws of my depth perception during the actual fighting &gt;.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I was recording some stuff off of Wind Waker, during the final battle with Ganondorf, I lost all but two hearts! I never did that badly the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; time I fought him! Fearing that I had suddenly started sucking, I hooked the Cube up to the TV to re-fight the battle, only to beat Ganondorf and only &lt;em&gt;loosing&lt;/em&gt; two hearts in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can assume is that playing on a smaller screen sucks. It gave me a taste for what PSP owners must go through all the time (badum &lt;em&gt;ching&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-6949455666778092871?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/6949455666778092871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=6949455666778092871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6949455666778092871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/6949455666778092871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/03/downside-to-upside.html' title='The downside to the upside'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-368012169672948309</id><published>2007-03-07T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:47:18.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zelda'/><title type='text'>Can you say, "fangirling?"</title><content type='html'>Well, I got Twilight Princess last Friday, and I've already beaten it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I have anything to say about this game, it is this: O.M.F.G. This game owns my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect, just absolutely perfect, and it was definitely worth the &lt;strike&gt;loss of sanity&lt;/strike&gt; wait! Now if you'll forgive me, I have to go on and on about this game because I'm a pathetic fangirl and I need to vent! But I'll be nice and hide the text if you don't want to have it spoiled. If you do want see my rambling, just highlight the stuff below, otherwise just pop down to the text that is visible :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;First off, a minor list of complaints I had in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Number one: the fucking City in the Sky! I &lt;em&gt;hated&lt;/em&gt; that dungeon! Fucking Oocca! Would it kill you to put in floors that were actually complete and &lt;em&gt;didn't plummet to the ground whenever you step on them&lt;/em&gt;?! By the time I was halfway through the damn thing, I wanted to punt each and every Oocca into one of the many gaps in their floors!! Point in fact, I threw a bunch down the holes because it amused me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;But the game pretty much made up for that when they gave me the Double Clawshot and that bad ass boss battle against Argorok. I had so much fun with that battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Complaint number two: (and this can pretty much go for any game) I really wish TP had a bonus feature where you could, after you beat the game, get to replay any of the boss battles whenever you want, without having to slog through the entire game just so you can fight the second to last battle, because the battles in TP were downright &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Complaint the third: Link should have been shown with his shirt off more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Okay, no more complaining! It's time for the incoherent praising of a very satisfied fangirl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Music! Oh, the sweet, auditory ambrosia that is the music of the Zelda games! I think I added an extra three hours to my finishing time because I kept pausing the games in places just to listen to the music. I loved how the Howl Stones had you howling out classic Zelda tunes, like the Song of Healing and Zelda's Lullaby. And the boss music! Brilliant! That chanty stuff going on when Ganondorf was charging around as a giant lion pig sounded so friggen cool (and reminded me of the chanting from Lexx, which got me giggling). And when he possesses Zelda, if you listen to the music when you fight her, it's Zelda's Lullaby, only perverted ("Not by naughtiness," my brother said wan I informed him of this, "But by evil!" and then he did jazz hands).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;The sound work was absolutely top notch, from Wolf Link's doggy pants, the tinkle of his chain and the clack of Epona's hooves, to the otherworldly hoots and chimes of the Twilight creatures. Even the sounds of rain (which were kind of making me paranoid because I wasn't sure if it was raining in the game or raining outside, because we're going through a bit of a wet spot where I live).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sort of related but not really related note, the sound that the portal/wind vortex things that teleport you out of dungeons in Wind Waker make sounds exactly like the first couple of notes from the music that plays during the last six minutes before the Moon impacts in Majora's Mask. Anyway, back to spoiler things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;One of my favourite things about the game was how expressive everyone was. And I mean &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;. The Postman, the guy who sells you bombs, the Yeti (the plural of "yeti" is "yeti," right?), hell, even the &lt;em&gt;animals&lt;/em&gt; were emoting! And many of the character were much more than merely cardboard cutouts just shoved into appropriate roles. Zant, while first coming off as the stereotypically cool-headed villain later proves to be a bloody spaz. Midna, who started of as a cheeky and vaguely evil little imp evolved into this caring and yet still bad ass princess who all but sacrificed herself in the final battle to keep her friends safe. Zelda, who, despite being the titular character, doesn't really get her fair share of screen time, still manages to convey a sort of serene melancholy in her scenes (you know, the ones where she isn't possessed or &lt;em&gt;standing on the back of Epona while at a full gallop so she can shoot Ganondorf in the ass&lt;/em&gt;). And Link, who doesn't say a word throughout the entire game, is completely understandable simply because of very human (or lupine, depending on the situation) expressions. It just made the characters so much more &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;And if I start going on about the graphics, then were going to be here for quite a while. To sum up, the visuals in Twilight Princess are like orgasms for the eyes. Really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; orgasms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Another side note, this strange conversation popped into my head while I was watching the credits roll after I first beat the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Link: Hey Zelda, you remember when you were all possessed by Ganondorf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Zelda: No, I was unconscious at the time. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Link: Well, when he was using you to attack me, you'd do this thing where you'd fly around and try to impale me on your sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Zelda: I was flying around and trying to impale you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Link: Yeah, it was kind of creepy looking. I could see up you dress too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Zelda: Really now? And what did you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Link: Evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#11593c;"&gt;Because when she's flying around, most of the inside of her dress is black XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's it for spoilers. Oh, one last thing! Hehehe, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKAahHYTkRw"&gt;I made a music video using only the footage from the final fight&lt;/a&gt;, to the song Rain from Cowboy Bebop (watch as I fangirl across multiple fandoms!), so it's pretty much one big spoiler, but I wants ta pimp mah vid, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm sorry for that grammar. The insomnia has me and I am blithering again. Also, my cat is snoring very loudly. It's rather distracting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-368012169672948309?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/368012169672948309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=368012169672948309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/368012169672948309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/368012169672948309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-you-say-fangirling.html' title='Can you say, &quot;fangirling?&quot;'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8249853364170655896</id><published>2007-02-26T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:02:48.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>A trip, life immitating anime, the Oscars and a revelation</title><content type='html'>Blogger! Work properly, damnit! *bitchslap*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blah, I got back from my grandmother's yesterday. Luckily we were only staying the night, or I would have freaked out even more than I did &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See, my grandma isn't a nice, little old lady. Yes, she is a little old lady, but she is the most depressing, irritating, racist, whiny, and just downright negative person I know! Basically, if you want an idea of what it's like to spend time with my grandma, just imagine a Dementor dressed up in a KKK robe, and give it the ability to complain, and that's my grandma. Oh, and make it hyper critical of everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While at grandma's, I did my usual, and hid down in the basement/rumpus room until I was called for. It worked out fairly well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, the one thing I actually like at my grandma's place is her shower. She has a really bitchin' shower. The only problem with the shower is that spiders like to live in the bathroom where it's located, and they have this habit of trying to rape me. Don't give me that look, I'm serious! On three separate occasions I've had a spider dangerously close to my naughty bits, I've had one on my ass, and one on each boob. Never on my arm, or my hands or feet, just sexually related areas! It's like a bloody tentacle porn, except with spiders instead of tentacles... and no actual sex involved... but the experience is traumatic none the less!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted a shower like you wouldn't believe (because grandma likes to employ us as slave labour when we visit, so I ended up having to clean out her filthy garage), so I went into the bathroom, my trusty spider killing golf club in hand, and I started poking around the place to see if anything came out of the woodwork (luckily nothing did, because I was having this horrible vision of this story Ruth told us, about this big ass spider that had been outside of her house, and when her sister had poked it with a broom, it had chased them x_x).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I get in the shower, and I shower away, and then when I finished and turned off the water, I thought I felt some soap still on my left leg. So I grab the shower head, my hand on the knob to turn the water on, when I look down and see this GIANT FUCKING SPIDER CRAWLING UP MY THIGH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To say I panicked a bit would be putting it mildly. I ended up screaming obscenities for nearly five minutes, and I dented the shower head when I used it to repeatedly beat the spider into a gooey pulp on the shower floor. Of course my antics freaked out my parents, and my grandmother started saying that I was either insane or mentally challenged and that I should be locked away or sent to a shrink or something else that I didn't bother paying attention to because HELLO? THERE WAS A MUTHERFUCKIN' SPIDER ON MY MUTHERFUCKIN' LEG!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the visit was fairly uneventful, thankfully, though I did fail to sleep because grandmother has the most uncomfortable beds I've ever slept in, and she had the heat on all night and I don't fair well in the heat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... I think my dad just said something about needing some more cock in here?! Maybe I need my hearing checked o_O&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What was I going to talk about next? Oh! Yes! The Oscars! I'm something of a cineophile, so I like watching movie related things (though I will admit that the Oscars can get more than a wee bit pretentious sometimes). Unfortunately, most of the movies that have come out in the past few years have been... well... kinda shitty. So mostly I watch the Oscars to see if anything looks like non-crap. Also, I was watching this year because Ennio Morricone was getting a lifetime achievement Oscar, which I was very pleased about, because I've always loved his music. It was so very appropriate that he was given the Oscar by Clint Eastwood, who was played in with that iconic piece from A Fistful of Dollars (which was a Morricone song, and one of my favourites). But then Celine Dion sang that song, and then she did that scary thing with her mouth at the end of it, and it made me cry T^T&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things that made me cry, Mako died! In freaking June! I had absolutely no idea he died! And Basil Poledouris?! I nearly shat myself when they said he had died too. Bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted Peter O'Toole to get an Oscar. He should have bloody well got it for Lawrence of Arabia x_x&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the Oscars? CORGIS!! I swear, they are the cutest dogs ever, and I'm not even a dog person (meow)!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, but I discovered something supremely bad ass. As I said before, I'm a cinophile, so I like movies, the watching and the making of them. I've got a few on my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Iradurel"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, nothing fancy, but very weird. Anyway, most of the footage I shot was either download via FireWire from my camcorder, or off of the SD chip from my little camera. And since most computers don't have a FireWire port, we had to get one. And for some inexplicable reason, I failed to notice that the FireWire port we bought also had standard audio/video plug-ins! You know, those red, white and yellow tipped cables that plug into the TV. Hahaha! Tape, DVD, video games! Anything with an a/v plug-in thing, and I can get footage off of them! Muah ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(I don't know where that evil laughter came from)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I already download a bunch of Wind Waker cutscenes, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAceyS82qFo"&gt;though the first thing I recorded off me GameCube was some SSBM footage&lt;/a&gt; (I always play as Zelda/Sheik), and soon I shall make MUSIC VIDEOS!! Ooh, and not just Zelda, but Metroid and Eternal Darkness and Resident Evil 4 and Doctor Who and Babylon 5!! Oh sweet technology! Why was I so oblivious to you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I must go find songs with which to set footage to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8249853364170655896?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8249853364170655896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8249853364170655896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8249853364170655896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8249853364170655896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/trip-life-immitating-anime-oscars-and.html' title='A trip, life immitating anime, the Oscars and a revelation'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-5437120669557359674</id><published>2007-02-22T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:23:29.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Paddles and Hobos and Chocolate, oh my!</title><content type='html'>Blah, Blogger was being a tard yesterday, and wouldn't let me sign in &gt;.o&lt;br /&gt;But now that it's working, I rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday Chloe, Sable and I went out to the mall, our main objective: to acquire wooden paddles with which we could smack each other around with (because we are strange and the thought of violence amuses us). So we were merrily wandering through the mall, acting juvenile, when Chloe spots Ruth, a friend of her and her sister, working at this jewellery stand. We stop and talk with her, and we pretend to be retards for a bit (er, don't ask), and talk about some of the weird stuff that Chloe's sister Ivy says when she sleep talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth had to get back to work, so the three of us went to Michael’s (it's like Wal-Mart, but for art supplies), where we ran around for a half hour with paddles while wearing masks and giggling like maniacs. Seriously, we were downright psychotic. Why they didn't kick us out, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we headed back to the mall in order to get food, when we bumped into Ruth again, who had just gotten off from work, and was stuck at the mall till her mom came to pick her up. Now, on this particular day, the mall was absolutely full of parents and their small children. And I don't mean quiet, well-behaved children, oh no. Instead there were no less than at least thirty of these screaming little bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like kids. Well, I don't like people in general, but kids engender this special kind of hate in me. I'm fine with children, if they're well behaved, but parents these days seem to just let their spawn run wild. No manners, no discipline, just squalling, oozing bags of snot and poop and humanity, and they disgust me. If there's anything wrong in this world, it's that people don't train their children anymore. But I'm digressing, so back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mall was full of screaming, ill behaved children, and it was very vexing. There we were, trying to eat, and on all sides of us we were surrounded by the little shits. Like me, it turned out that none of my three companions like children either (point in fact, when Chloe and I were sitting on a bench outside of a photo shop, waiting for Sable to pick up her pictures, this couple and their little kid walk past us. As the three go past, the little kid sort of screams "HI!" at us, and then, making a sort of clawing gesture and snarling, Chloe replies, in a sing-song voice, "Die!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about all the horrible things we had seen children doing, and then we started coming up with ways of how to get rid of all the little bastards. Chloe wanted to have them put down like rabid animals, while Sable wanted to punt them into the ocean, and whoever got back to land would get to live. I was on similar lines, but I wanted to drop them into a forest so that they could be eaten by all the hungry animals, but Chloe was against that because she didn't want the animals to get diseased by eating the disgusting offspring of humans (as she likes animals better than people). That's when Ruth comes up with the idea of feeding the children to hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the perfect solution! With one swoop we could feed the needy and get rid of all the little shits! We then decided that we could keep all the hobos on an island (Hobo Island, what else), and any ill-behaving children would be sent there. The children themselves would provide all the nourishment that the hobos would need, and they could make their homes and clothing out of the bones and skin of their food. I won't go into it all, because most of it was actually pretty gross, and the rest I forget because we were laughing so damn hard that I think I momentarily passed out at one point due to lack of oxygen. And the best part about it was all the dirty looks the parents of those squalling little bastards were giving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's right!" we were all but saying, "We're directly attacking your parenting skills! No, your child is not a precocious little scamp! It's a wretched, screaming terror that you didn't train properly, and it's going to become a whore/thief/murderer/rapist/politician when it grows up, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was equally gratifying when they all got up and left in an undeservedly righteous huff, because they took their little bastards with them. And the silence that followed was even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the remainder of out time wandering around and looking at pretty things (like jewellery and swords), laughingly remarking to ourselves, whenever a child would pass, "Look out little Billy, or the hobo will eat you!" and generally behaving as most normal twenty something’s wouldn't. And that rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to the time when Ruth's mom was arriving when Sable asked to go to Wal-Mart. She had a just about used up gift card from christmas, and she wanted some sweet, sweet easter chocolate. And who were we, all of us female, to deny he this indulgence? So off we went with the intent of purchasing some chocolaty goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it's close to easter, so there was more than enough chocolate to go around. Chloe and I got some big ass bags of easter eggs, while Sable got a box of Pot of Gold. Ruth was going to pick up a couple bags of Hershey Kisses, but she wanted to see how much they were, so she ran one under one of those scanner things that seem to be popping up in stores more and more lately. Anyway, instead of the 68 cents they were advertised at, it turned out the chocolate was actually 10 cents a bag. So Ruth decided to buy all of them. And she did too. Every bag of Kisses that were in that store, she bought, and that ended up being about ten pounds of candy for about five bucks! And, of course, this made the lot of us very giggly (not that we weren't anyway), especially when Ruth started stopping random people to tell them that she had bought ten pounds of chocolate XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, that was my eventful Wednesday. Aside from learning that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-me8KUtXIWo"&gt;omg George Takei totally wins at everything&lt;/a&gt;, today was relatively quiet X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-5437120669557359674?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/5437120669557359674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=5437120669557359674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5437120669557359674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/5437120669557359674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/paddles-and-hobos-and-chocolate-oh-my.html' title='Paddles and Hobos and Chocolate, oh my!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8169746136042196121</id><published>2007-02-19T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:22:46.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Bad Wolf and the Lonely God</title><content type='html'>CBC wasn't an asshole. Unlike what they did with The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit, they showed Doomsday the week after they showed Army of Ghosts, instead of waiting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fraking&lt;/span&gt; month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is that February 19 is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; Rose Day T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8169746136042196121?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8169746136042196121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8169746136042196121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8169746136042196121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8169746136042196121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-wolf-and-lonely-god.html' title='Bad Wolf and the Lonely God'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8236464231220162063</id><published>2007-02-18T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:29:27.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zelda'/><title type='text'>Comparing Legends</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I’m bored, I like to pick a couple fandoms and try to imagine how they would fit together. Sometimes they work out, and sometimes they don’t, but all in all it’s an amusing distraction.There are times, however, where I find weird similarities between fandoms that aren’t readily apparent, unless you look for them. Such is the case between the Legend of Zelda and Sailor Moon.I know it may sound a little weird, but let me shoot out a little summary for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both series’, the Hero (Link, Tuxedo Mask) initially start off searching for a Mysterious Object (the Triforce, the Ginzuishou) with which to give to the Princess (Zelda, Sailor Moon). The Princess and her Followers (Sages/Maidens, Sailor Senshi) are beset by the Villain (Agahnim/Ganondorf/Majora/Vaati/Zant, Queen Beryl/Prince Dimande/Pharaoh 90/Queen Nehellenia/Sailor Galaxia), who may or may not be the minion of an even greater evil (Ganon, Chaos). The Villain is, more often than not, after either world domination or destruction, and the Hero, Princess and Followers are the only ones who can stop this from happening.While the Hero is more of a physical fighter, the Princess and her Followers are able to use some kind of mystic power (magic, Sailor Crystals). The Princess is often helped by a Guide (Impa, Luna), while the Hero mostly goes it alone. The Hero is brave beyond compare, and willingly throws himself into the fight against the Villain, while the Princess, with her kind heart, fights for the sake of her people.When the final battle comes, the situation seems completely hopeless, and the Villain has all but won. But in a last ditch effort, the Hero, Princess and her Followers unite together and together they are able to stop the Villain and restore peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s just a general, overall comparison. There are other, little similarities hidden around all over each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, both Zelda and Tuxedo Mask took on an Arabic alter ego (Sheik, the Moonlight Knight [who happened to look like a sheik]). Link and Tuxedo Mask are both orphaned at a young age. Wisdom is associated with water and the colour blue (Naryu, Sailor Mercury), Courage is associated with air (and the woods, by proxy) and the colour green (Farore, Sailor Jupiter), while Power is associated by fire and the colour red (Din, Sailor Mars). An incredibly powerful sword (the Master Sword, the Holy Blade) falls into the hands of the good guys, and it usually has to be restored to its full power by some means, and it is used to deliver the killing blow to the Villain. The Guide often fluctuates in age (Impa as an old lady in most games, while much younger in OoT, and Luna dubbed as an old lady in the American dub, while much younger in the original Japanese). Both feature a mystical kingdom (Hyrule, the Silver Millennium), which is, along with the Mysterious Object, what the Villain is after. The Villain also always seems that power will win the day, but the good guys prevail by combining powers and/or abilities. There is also an insufferably cute child who favours one colour over others (Saria and her green, Chibiusa and her pink). Woodwinds, harps and violins are prevalent instruments (Zelda and Link use an ocarina while Ali uses a flute. Sheik, Medli/Laruto and Sailor Mercury play harps of some sort. Markar/Fado and Sailor Neptune use violins). And both Zelda and Sailor Moon have blonde hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, and more power and determination than what the Villain initially expects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, these two fandoms have a fair bit in common. And, while I don’t actually see a Zelda/Sailor Moon crossover being written, finding those similarities was kinda fun :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8236464231220162063?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8236464231220162063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8236464231220162063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8236464231220162063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8236464231220162063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/comparing-legends.html' title='Comparing Legends'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-2375155873811527241</id><published>2007-02-15T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:27:31.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should have stuck with ink...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I now know how much of a nerd I am, and it's all thanks to Teen Titans!&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a fairly normal day for me, a bit of writing, working with some HTML and JavaScript (because non-nerd people &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; do that on a daily basis. Seriousley), and then stop for a bit to have some lunch. I was going to eat it downstairs if there was anything good on TV, but since it was nothing but soap operas and Jerry Springer, I figured I'd be better finding something I liked on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;So there I sat, typing in random things, eating my tuna melt (and fending of my cat, who was going psycho trying to get at my tuna), when I stumbled across the Teen Titans movie. What the hell, I figure, it's better than daytime TV anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The plot of the movie is that the Titans have to go to Japan to find out why this villian called Brushogun was attacking their home (I'd like to point out that when I first heard the villians name, I thought he was an ad for denstry x_x)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this nameless dude who Brushogun sent to attack the Titans Tower was kinda cool looking, in what I originally thought to be half red, half blue. But then as I watched him attack some stuff, I realized it was more cyan than blue, and that red was leaning dangeriousley close to pink.&lt;br /&gt;The movie goes on a bit more, and the Titans are attacked by this shadow thing, and some yellow floaty robot types. And there I was, thinking to myself, "Heh, cyan, yellow, black, and what I assume to be magenta. Maybe this Brushogun guy is like a CMYK printer?"&lt;br /&gt;And I know about CMYK printers, because I'm the one who has to change the toner when the big ass one at work runs out.&lt;br /&gt;So the show goes on some more, then we get to this part where we see Brushogun making his minions, &lt;em&gt;by wiping his fingers across a piece of paper and leaving trails of cyan, magenta, yellow and black!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pathetic part wasn't that I guessed the CMYK thing before we even got to that part, but my first thought on seeing that was, "I wonder what he uses for toner?"&lt;br /&gt;Clear evidence that the ink fumes and paper dust have finally gotten to me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and I seriously need a vacation @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-2375155873811527241?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/2375155873811527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=2375155873811527241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2375155873811527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/2375155873811527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-i-should-have-stuck-with-ink.html' title='Maybe I should have stuck with ink...'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-812203974161626624</id><published>2007-02-14T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:22:14.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Name Change and Churches</title><content type='html'>I started out by calling this blog &lt;em&gt;Ink and Swords&lt;/em&gt;, and this is because I adore swords more than most, and ink is all but literally in my blood. Writing, for me, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hereditary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I changed it to what it is now, because I've always wanted to call something that.&lt;br /&gt;See, on my route to work, there is this little church called Our Lady of Good Counsel. Being that organized religions kinda wig me out, I've never actually gone into the place, but the name always stuck with me. I've had a past fancy of sneaking up to the church in the middle of the night and sticking a sticker that said &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; over the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, because I would find it hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm twisted, but I don't care! Funny is funny, and seeing the reactions of the people that frequent that church would be reward enough.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've also wanted to go into a church and act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt;, but the jury is still out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regards&lt;/span&gt; to my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my eyeballs feel sticky and I wish to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pluck&lt;/span&gt; them out and rinse them under cold water. I don't know why, but they always feel sticky when I get no sleep x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-812203974161626624?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/812203974161626624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=812203974161626624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/812203974161626624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/812203974161626624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/name-change-and-churches.html' title='Name Change and Churches'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-8396991138336385240</id><published>2007-02-14T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:46:26.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><title type='text'>May the rats eat your eyes, Aurora McAwesome!</title><content type='html'>I finally got some sleep, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! But, it was during sleep that an idea for some stories came to me. Probably due to the fact that I have recently seen pretty much &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; to do with Sailor Moon (except for the musicals, and dude, I want to see those so bad because I'm insane for musicals), I ended up having a fair few Sailor Moon dreams. In the first one I had, a couple weeks ago, I was a cop with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haruka&lt;/span&gt; (Sailor Uranus), and we were driving around this nameless city. But we weren't just normal cops, oh no, we were &lt;em&gt;cheesy 70's movie cops&lt;/em&gt;, right down to the tacky outfits and the disco soundtrack. Yes, my dreams have soundtracks. Anyway, all I can remember from it was that we were cruising around town at excessive speeds, and we all but held up a Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hortons&lt;/span&gt; at one point. It was kinda nutty, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;The next Sailor Moon dream I had was just as messed up, but I actually want to turn it into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;. I was apparently going to the same school as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Usagi&lt;/span&gt;, Ami, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makoto&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Minako&lt;/span&gt; (which looked suspiciously like my high school), and was in their class. Anyway, it was the beginning of the day, and the teacher (who was actually my grade 5 teacher, in real life) was introducing a new girl. She had this really big ass name, and I can't remember it all, but I remember the chick saying that we could call her Aurora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McAwesome&lt;/span&gt;. She was actually Paris Hilton, I believe, and she was looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Usagi&lt;/span&gt; like she was going to jump her or something, and I remember thinking in the dream, "Oh shit! I'm in a Mary Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;So, from that crack!idea, I want to write a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt; about Aurora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;McAwesome&lt;/span&gt; (that name kills me), the quintessential Mary Sue, showing up and trying to get in with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Senshi&lt;/span&gt; like they're old pals, and how the girls would realistically react to such a thing. And I am totally making her Sailor Earth, because what's a SM Mary Sue without her being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Senshi&lt;/span&gt; too?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my next dream-based &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt; is sort of a smash up of one of my favourite video games with one of my favourite shows: a crossover with Eternal Darkness and Sailor Moon! I know, it's kinda crack!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; too, but I want to write this one as a serious story. The dream I got this idea from was just a short one... or it could have been a terribly long one, but I only remember part of it. Anyway, in the part I remember, I was Sailor Mercury for some reason, and I was wandering around the ruins of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ehn'gha&lt;/span&gt;, when this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chattur'gha&lt;/span&gt; Horror comes stomping towards me. So I cast the Enchant Item spell on my sword (which was Dark Mercury's sword from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;PGSM&lt;/span&gt;), and then I started hacking away at the Horror till it was dead. And then I laughed like a psycho, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I've only sort of got a rough idea about where I want to go with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fic&lt;/span&gt;, but it should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on the topic of video games, I actually had a few ideas for some Legend of Zelda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I actually had these ideas about a month ago, but work has been insane, and so I've hardly had the time to write. But, luckily for me, work has died down to a no-so-insane level, so I am bloody well going to get some writing done, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;And to end with a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fangirling&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kafei&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Anju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sidequest&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Majora's&lt;/span&gt; Mask was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;friggen&lt;/span&gt;' emotional! They're having a secret, hidden marriage just minutes before the moon is going to smash down and snuff out their lives in a fiery fireball of DEATH and they're going to stay together and await the dawn! I swear, if I was a crier like my mom, I would have been &lt;em&gt;bawling&lt;/em&gt; during that scene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-8396991138336385240?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/8396991138336385240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=8396991138336385240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8396991138336385240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/8396991138336385240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-rats-eat-your-eyes-aurora-mcawesome.html' title='May the rats eat your eyes, Aurora McAwesome!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-401444865942966698</id><published>2007-02-12T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:42:25.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Oddness and Insomnia</title><content type='html'>So... it's 3:25am right now, which means I have been up roughly 27 hours straight. It's kind of a piss off, actually. There I was, lying in bed for most of the night last night, and &lt;em&gt;I just wouldn't fall asleep&lt;/em&gt;. I have no idea why. I mean, I was comfortable enough, tired enough, but sleep just never came. I get like that somethings, which is alternately amusing and annoying. And right now we're straying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dangerously&lt;/span&gt; close to annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Some good came out of it though, because I started playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Majora's&lt;/span&gt; Mask for the first time last night, and it rocked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm an illegal bastard because I downloaded the ROM for it, instead of buying the actually game, but I have not been able to find it anywhere, and if I do find it, well, I'll probably buy it.&lt;br /&gt;On the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, however, my friend Sable went to another city for a week so she could house sit for her aunt. I think she said she was coming back  some time around the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, because she was saying something about going out with Chloe and I to get some art supplies and crap. Anyway, today, out of the blue, she phones me up and asks for my home address, because she apparently wants to send me something. Trouble is, she didn't say what. Chloe's hoping for singing male strippers with chocolate for Valentines, But I've got my hopes up for a sword, because I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I think the lack of sleep is getting to me. I just burst out into laughter, and I don't know why. Shit, any minute I'm going to start writing some depressing poetry, I just know it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-401444865942966698?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/401444865942966698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=401444865942966698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/401444865942966698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/401444865942966698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/oddness-and-insomnia.html' title='Oddness and Insomnia'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-7314628631684264090</id><published>2007-02-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:17:26.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='censorship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Censoring and You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To be perfectly blunt, I hate censoring. To quote X-Play, I hate it with the intensity of a thousand suns. In my mind, to censor something is to destroy the artistic intent of what the creator of what ever was being censored had in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, let's take a movie, say... Die Hard. According to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;, Die Hard is rated "R", so basically this movie is a movie for adults, not for children. I saw it on TV a while ago, and most of the swearing and excessive violence was cut out. Now, why was this stuff cut out? "So the impressionable youth won't see it and try to mimic it!" the parents groups will say. And this would be a valid and good reply, were we talking about a movie that was actually target at children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it is that movies about explosions and swearing and violence and turned into fun treats for the whole family. But is that so bad, you ask? If you wanted to watch a movie with lots of swearing and shit getting blown up, then yes, it is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, cutting things out of movies/TV shows/books is never a good thing. All that stuff is in there for a reason, and all your censoring is, more likely than not,  destroying  the message the creator was trying to convey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, I turn to something I'm something of an expert in (having just read the manga, watched the anime and movies, as well as the live action series): Sailor Moon. While I'll be using this series as an example, the manner in which it was dubbed can be applied to most other anime, no, any foreign content that is brought to the West to be dubbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most common one is that the names are changed. The youth would have no concept of a world beyond their shores, so no foreign names are allowed! Usagi is now Serena, Makoto is now Lita, and Motoki is now Andrew! (I will admit that dubbers are getting better at leaving names alone, but it's still fairly common).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we have to get rid of any of the weird, foreign customs that these people are doing! Flip the image around to it looks like people are driving on the proper side of the road! And no kanji anywhere, because it is foreign and strange! We must cover it up with poorly drawn American things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we take the script and alter it to suit our needs! Cut things out to make room for a stupid little moral thing! Change the characters to be little more than stereotypes! Remove all the original music and sound effects and change them to our brightly coloured bubble-gum tunes! And no more lesbians! They're now cousins (though we'll inexplicable leave in all their subtle flirting)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't do justice as to how much exactly was cut from each episode of Sailor Moon. You'd be better off going &lt;a href="http://smuncensored.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see just how badly it was butchered. It's just.. bah, I can't even type coherently anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude, censoring destroys the intent of a show/movie/book, and it shits upon the concept of "free speech" that the ones who are doing all the censoring are going on about all the time. So, basically, the world is full of hypocritical bastards and I'm ashamed to be a part of the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5957460254350492387-7314628631684264090?l=gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/feeds/7314628631684264090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5957460254350492387&amp;postID=7314628631684264090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7314628631684264090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5957460254350492387/posts/default/7314628631684264090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gr33n-sl33ves.blogspot.com/2007/02/censoring-and-you.html' title='Censoring and You!'/><author><name>gr33n_sl33ves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05334301602087034168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UScvUaNh6cU/R34X5_zrqiI/AAAAAAAAABc/6swC2Ug3stA/S220/facepunchbig.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957460254350492387.post-1027051624905986715</id><published>2007-02-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:15:59.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Bloggety Blog Blog!</title><content type='html'>Well, Looks like I gots me a blog now, eh? Though I don't know what kind of accent I was trying to pull off there... Bah, no matter, I'll just plow on ahead!&lt;br /&gt;Plow on ahead to what, well, I don't really know just yet. Hm, ramble ramble ramble...&lt;br /&gt;I think the main purpose of this blog is going to be as a bitchfest. Yes, and angst dump so full of woe that you'll want to slit your wrists the instant you start reading it!&lt;br /&gt;No, probably not. I'm not really an angsty person, and, quite frankly, the whole Emo, "oh-my-life-is-so-miserable-I-want-to-just-DIE-omg thing kinda pisses me off. I mean, yeah, the world sucks, but do you have to go on and on and ON about it? *punts some Emo kids into traffic*&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I think I found out what this blog is going to be about: ranting! That wonderful pastime where go nuts about subjects that annoy you! Ah, such fun, such fond memories. I spent much of my high school years ranting...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I've blithered on long enough. 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