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Renewal [1st of Jul 2009|08:51pm] [ music | Flow - World End ] My temping assignment was advertised as being two months long. Two months passed by a week ago, and still I am waking up dark and early for the morning train. The expanses of time I've missed, and I've done nothing with my photography recently, but I am enjoying various aforementioned aspects. And the exercise is a surprise benefit; though it's not visible, I'm probably in the best shape I've been in a long while, and I've lost three kilograms despite the additional easy-access junk food provided by the city locale. I get caught up in the trap of explaining my absence far too frequently, and, frankly, my explanations are generally boring. It does seem notable, however, that this has been by far my longest time between LJ posts. I'm not writing entries in my head like I used to. I let a lot of disconnected thoughts slip through into nothingness normally, but I decided to make a secret Twitter account to capture those offcuts. (At this point, astute investigation would only turn up the URL of my non-secret previously unmentioned Twitter account. Having two of these wracks me with the same amount of guilt that having one did.) I finished watching Code Geass. It was... I've never been a fan of a television show as much as I have this one. Even now that it's ended, I theorise and reflect and ponder about it. I've bought most of the first of the two seasons on DVD, the novelisations, the non-canon manga, one of the artbooks... I had one of the novelisations with me when I picked up a cheque at the bank the other day. It's the first time I've ever had a bookmark worth $1.2 million. This is all disjointed. I've gotta get back into the habit of connecting paragraphs. I'm trying to shape how I portray myself at work. At the hospital job, I went for unique/quirky, but the expression of that was interpreted more as weird. At this one I'm trying for a normal persona, and I seem to be interpreted as young and careless. Also, I have a suspicion that some people think that I am overly soft-spoken, but that would be because I don't like to raise my voice to a disruptive volume when I'm on the office floors. I will continue to monitor this situation. I wonder what kind of girl I'm going to fall for. I'm up for renewal this September, should I so choose, but I find myself increasingly wondering what type of person I can imagine myself with these days. (Of even greater significance is what kind person I one day make a permanent commitment to, but that kind of speculation doesn't lead to anything that feels like a solid conclusion.) I've been not looking for so long that it all seems a bit strange to me. Maybe my imagination is lacking. I've become accustomed to, comfortable with even, being alone. 6 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Exhalation and Objection [18th of May 2009|11:31pm] Getting on a 5.10 train in the last station of the City Loop is something that many attempt and some succeed. As the veteran of three weeks of such, I have only failed a single time. After the triumph of wedging oneself into the crowd, one must forego one's once-cherished notion of personal space. This evening's journey saw me in near proximity to an attractive girl who, due to the confines, had nowhere to breathe but on the hand of mine that was clutching the support rail. I silently enjoyed this. When some passengers had alighted, the girl and I both found seats. That's when I saw her shove down some virus medication, and the status of that hand quickly fell to an unfavoured and contaminated one. When I got home, I washed it immediately. I'm in and out of a lot of elevators when I'm hand-delivering letters on Collins Street. The ones that go to very high floors seem to shudder and free-fall a bit on their way down, which can be disconcerting. The tone that sounds to notify you of the elevator's arrival also seems to vary, even within the building I work in. Sometimes it's one tone, sometimes it's two, and sometimes the two are a sickly semitone apart, as though it were some sort of high-pitched prelude to the arrival of the title character of Jaws. (What is the shark's name? Is it Jaws? I don't know.) I'm still enjoying the one-hour lunch break in the city. I am getting very good at walking, so I can make it to pretty much any part of the city I wish. Today I went in search of where my award-winning photo was taken. I still can't remember the name of where I found it, but I call it Miki Lane to myself. That's how the explorers of old did it. I'm going to Minotaur and One Stop Anime and Hobby Japan quite a bit. There's another place, OzAnimart, that I've been to once. It's like the latter two places, but instead of being in a mall or arcade, it's in an office. Like, you go into a small foyer and into an elevator and up a few floors and down a corridor, and there it is! No shopfront. If that keeps their rent down and them open, that's great, but I didn't feel like I could leave without buying something. (I bought a Code Geass keyring.) I bought a C.C. polyresin figurine from One Stop Anime. I bought it, but I still feel conflicted about owning it. I mean, surely the most efficient way of objectifying women is—well—making them into objects? Part of me says that I shouldn't use small statues of attractive fictional characters for decorative purposes. And yet, the character is awesome, so I haven't resolved how I should feel. The only part I know for sure is that I would hide it if a prospective girlfriend were to visit, lest she think that I like dolls. 2 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Ouran Host Club AMV [19th of Apr 2009|07:53pm] I don't know why, but I hadn't seen much of the hilarious anime Ouran High School Host Club before I had the idea of seriously mischaracterising it. I've long been impressed with anime music videos, and I thought it about time that I made one myself. The above video is the product of about twenty-five hours of video editing. In a show where the walls are pink, the floors are pink, the ceilings are pink, and there are beautiful petals floating around in every other scene, finding suitably tough-looking footage was difficult! 8 counts of brilliance plus your comments

No Kidding [1st of Apr 2009|11:08pm] [ mood | blank ] I'm sorry to break tradition, but I have nothing for you today. I had a few ideas, but none of them were really up to standard. I really like the double-take style of humour, and hopefully I will think of a decent idea of my own before this time in 2010. Again, my apologies. 3 counts of brilliance plus your comments

The New Keyboard [31st of Mar 2009|11:46pm] [ mood | determined ] I changed the layout my computer desk the other day by adjoining a desk from another room to the table that I had been using. Now I have legroom—legroom! Still, I cross my legs in a near-lotus position as though I continue to have none. Years of denial have made my legs wary of exploring this new and mysterious area. With this rearrangement, my keyboard and mouse cables no longer wanted to reach all away to the back of my computer. The mouse was the second USB replacement for my long-faithful right-hand man mouse that tragically became a casualty of a text-loss incident in December. The first newcomer was in the "whatever is lying around because I need a mouse" category, and it failed to impress because it was beacon of light when the room was dark, and this is not an attractive quality for an input device. Also, it was optical, and I have had a long-held prejudice against optical mice. The second replacement, at a hefty $5, scored points for not glowing like some sort of magical stone, but its precision was far too poor for post-processing photos. When you're dragging a slider, you want to be able to move in one-pixel increments; four or five pixel jumps leaps are the things of extravagance. When I did a budget upgrade on my computer in January, I found that my new motherboard had only one PS2 port, giving me the final push into this USB future of yours. When replacing my keyboard and mouse, the mouse purchase gave no problems. Something like $35 to Logitech left me with an optical mouse that hasn't given me trouble yet. I was always encouraged to embrace the blind mice and "see how they run", but this trackball-less thing is doing well on its probation. The keyboard was another story. I am a little ashamed to admit this, but I am one of those people who actually like multimedia buttons! It started with my last keyboard. I discovered that having dedicated music-playing buttons above the function keys on my keyboard was really handy, especially mute and the like, which are not otherwise readily accessible. Then I got addicted to using the calculator button. You press that button and the Calculator program loads, ready for your simple arithmetic! Want two calculators? Press it twice! There's almost no limit to how many calculators it will summon for you! Finding a non-wireless, USB, multimedia keyboard proved to be much more difficult than I expected. Pretty much everything was wireless. Having tried that previously, I recalled that having one's keyboard run out of batteries is an exasperating experience. I settled on an "ergonomic" Microsoft keyboard that also set me back about $35 dollars. The nomos (laws) of ergon (work) visited an increased workload on me, as the smirk-shaped curve of the keyboard rows made typing in the dark a considerable chore. (I am starting to sound as though I will only use the computer in a dark room.) Also, the keyboard was on a sliding drawer in the new set up, and it would slide back and forth, sprinkling additional mistakes into every paragraph. I bought a replacement for the replacement keyboard. I would have liked to return the ergonomic smirker to the store, but there was not anything technically wrong with it. I bought an OfficeOne keyboard for $20 when I had finally found another that fit my criteria, and that had worse problems. Keys 1–4 and 7–0 did not work. I could still manage the digits with the number pad, but can you imagine how much this sapped my ability to express myself? It was a world without exclamation marks, parentheses, and ampersands. (Ampersands are a vital component of cutting an em dash. I love em dashes, but I try to limit myself to one per paragraph—unless they're a pair. It was though I'd rationed them so carefully, and yet I still ran out!) I took that junk back. I got a replacement, bravely choosing the same model. It worked for a day before developing a similar problem. The same digits and most of the bottom row of letters refused to participate. I have to wonder why the 5 and 6 keys were spared. I took that junk back too and got a full refund. Now I'm back to the ergonomic smirker. I moved the keyboard to the desk surface, which is slightly higher than the keyboard shelf, and I'm trying to come to terms with its quirks. I'm giving it more than a week this time. One thing that it has over the OfficeOne junk, besides having a full set of functional keys, is that typing takes place at a reasonable volume. Typing on the OfficeOne junk was reminiscent of pecking at a typewriter, with the space bar making an audible clunk akin to forcefully slapping the carriage return. Fun times. 8 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Supanova 2009 [29th of Mar 2009|11:45pm] [ mood | weirded out ] I went to a pop culture expo called Supanova this weekend. It consisted of a large building for traders, a few seminar rooms and one large hall that were used for anime screenings and panels, and a few celebrities. My rival, Hayden Panettiere, was signing autographs, but that line was long and expensive, so our inevitable showdown has been postponed. I took my camera along for more practice. It's been about ten weeks since I took a decent number of photos on one day, and I was rusty. I'm not sure how many of my shots will be salvageable, but I re-learned some of the things that I had already forgotten, so that was worthwhile. The courage to approach people to ask if I could take their photo had largely abandoned me. I swear, each time it felt like I was approaching a group of girls and asking one of them out on a date—even with the male cosplayers. It was a little nerve-wracking! I was even apprehensive about asking to take isikenai's photo, and that is ridiculous, as I have previously taken at least 795 photos of her. (I didn't count them; my photo-cataloguing software told me.) I had a good time, and I achieved my main goal, which was investigating the new location for Manifest 2009. And while I was there, I talked to isikenai, neilcreek, sefieslj, mistralfire, clydev, annie_chan, and Loveless/Stacey. And I saw oceanid from afar. Aw, darn it, I just realised that I didn't take a photo of sefieslj either! There was a scary man in a mask giving out free hugs, and I took a photo of him. He saw me, which resulted in the most terrifying free hug of my life. 7 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Pre-Conventional [28th of Mar 2009|08:16pm] In 2004, I wrote a short story called Convenience. I was the twenty-year-old protagonist conferencing with himself at different ages, each five years older than the next. You probably cringe as much as I do when you read your own blogging/writing from five years ago, but I knew then that the insight would resonate with me even after the phrasing seemed awkward. In the story, the Hayden that was twenty-five gave the Hayden that was twenty some advice about his doomed relationship. Specifically, he said, "Twenty, I shed too many tears over her. Don't shed as many as I did." Maybe it wasn't as pointed as I should have written it—I didn't want to jeopardise an actual relationship with fictional speculation from the future—but I at least had a decent grasp on how I would feel when I was twenty-five. Fast forward five years. I've been trying to write a sequel for cathartic reasons, but I haven't progressed beyond the title. (Conventional: because we're still convening, but now it's the beginning of an "accepted device or technique".) The problem is that I just don't know what advice I would give to myself anymore! I do not know where I will be in five years. I guess that this is indicative of my current situation; so much is undecided. When it comes to moving out of home, some of those questions are "when?", "where?", "with anyone?", and "how much?". Will I be in a relationship in five years? That would be nice, but it's not a sure thing. There are a lot of tough decisions ahead that I don't feel strongly about yet. I'm waiting for the things in the air to fall in the place, but not knowing just where the cards will fall is clouding my foresight. It's as though the further I go forward, the darker the road ahead of me becomes. 3 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Drifting from LJ [17th of Mar 2009|10:47am] I don't imagine that I will leave with any ceremony. The day that I stop posting here will likely not be an event. My last post will probably be just a glib observation that communicates nothing about my day-to-day life. I can feel the onset now. I've been drifting away from LJ, and I'm not really sure why. I mean, many of the people from the first and second golden ages are still here—the 2004/2005 creative era and the Melburnian influx of 2006. Maybe I've just become more withdrawn now that this ground has been trod by family members. Maybe it's that I have no interesting posts planned; my April 1st one is text-only again, I forgot about February 14th, and my January 27th one was probably insurmountable. It would be contradictory of me if this were the final entry. I intend to maintain my semi-regularity for a while yet. 4 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Code Geass [4th of Mar 2009|11:56pm] [ music | SunSet Swish - Mosaic Kakera ] From time to time, repeat attenders of the Melbourne Anime Festival meet up, sometimes dressed up, and talk about a whole bunch of things that are not anime. The last part of that sentence is not intuitive—I originally presumed that a convergent assortment of near-strangers whose only commonality was a fondness for anime would likely speak mostly about... well, it seems obvious, doesn't it? Though I had been to Manifest in both 2005 and 2006, even cosplaying the second time, I had not seen much anime, and I was worried that I would be grilled on the basics. I knew that there was a chance that if I were quizzed on the difference between shōnen and bishōnen, I might shrivel and collapse in a pool of my own sweat. I mean, I had read Chobits and seen Love Hina, but I wasn't about to admit to either of those. And I don't think that watching Pokemon or Teknoman in the early mornings more than five years ago was gonna score me any points. A couple of times, I did get asked if I'd seen this or that, but I just said, "No, I don't think I've seen that particular one. Is it good?" That worked a treat. Still, I figured that I should probably brush up a little on anime—something, anything—before Manifest 2008. I had planned to watch the first episode of a few things so that I could at least pick out more than the Japanese video game cosplays, so I started with Death Note. However, it was so compelling that I didn't even look at anything else. Since it's been over, I've been looking for something to take its place. A week ago, I started with Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion, the selection of which I based on vague rumours of slight character similarity uttered somewhere in the Unreliable Sector of the Internet. I consumed thirty-seven episodes in less than a week! I still have about ten episodes to go, so no spoilers, please! I'm waiting for them in English, because switching between subbed and dubbed is like recasting the show! (It is tempting to catch up properly in a different language, but we favour that which we have heard first, right?) And I'm enjoying it! I'm enjoying the sprawling cast! I can name twenty-seven characters right off the top of my head, and I can think of fourteen others whose names I can't recall. I enjoy character attrition for some reason, and while it's not on the scope of Death Note in that respect, it's certainly taken some interesting turns. I'm enjoying the path that it's on and the length of time that it's taking to supply precious details about the backstory. However, there are some Jedi-Temple-assault moments in it for me. In Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, there's a mostly-implied scene where one of the protagonists goes and chops up the inhabitants of Jedi Temple, and that prompts a hands-on-hips "I don't think I can approve of that" reaction from me. Code Geass has had some unenjoyable scenes like that too, but the story seems on course so far. Wishing that the worst fictional accident I have ever seen had not taken place is a little futile because: (1) nobody's going to write it out just because I thought it too tragic, and (2) fictional accidents do not actually "take place". I'm getting invested in a lot of these characters, so I can spare one or two of 'em. There should be some sort of, like, festival for anime in Melbourne for this sort of thing. your comments

Best Exhibit [1st of Mar 2009|11:47pm] [ mood | accomplished ] ( Read more... ) 15 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Yet More Username Anagrams [1st of Mar 2009|12:06am] It's username anagram time again! baorin_lee Earlobe in. Hopefully it will stay put this time. Oil be near. Yeehaw! I are noble. Ever since you struck oil, it's like you've become a different person! livejamie E-mail jive. "You been had dat new mail!" winterabbit Bite it, brawn! I no longer need you, brawn! Brain be twit! Brawn, why did you abandon me?! Anti-Brit web. Down with Britannia! Area 11 will cast off your shackles of oppression! ohtar Torah. Available at all good bookstores. Oh, art! Available at all good art galleries. A hot R. Available in the raunchy alphabet. alfvaen Flea van. As an integral part of a travelling flea circus, this is somewhat smaller than a getaway car. Veal fan. "Gross! Somebody put an earlobe in my veal!" battlescarred Abstract elder. Respect your Cubist elders. Blade retracts. It's too late now—he ate it when he ate his veal. Car debt alerts. "To you stations, men! TO YOUR STATIONS!" cielrose Ice loser. Ice slips through my fingers like so many star systems. Core lies. Also known in Australian politics as 'non-core promises'. elfbooty Byte fool. "I ain't gotta tell you that you be the fool, sucka!" Boo, lefty. Yes, I know of your sinister plans. Be too fly. He's fly. Maybe too fly! inflightdata Dating a filth. Stop that at once, young lady! I find that lag. Thank goodness! I was worried that I had lost it forever. Hating fad lit. Not a fan of Bella Swan? oceanid I canoed. And all I got was this lousy t-shirt. In a code. Jnf guvf gbb rnfl? tribalfairy A fit library. "Dude, did you see that library? It was fit! Maybe too fit..." Flirt by aria. But will he pick up on your subtlety? I try bra: Fail. But if at first you don't succeed... darkyoshii Yoda I shirk. "Powerful you have become, Yoshi. The dark side I sense in you." Irish Day KO. Who could have predicted that another drunken St Patrick's Day would end in violence? I is a dork, yo. Yo. 2 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Singles' Unawareness Day [15th of Feb 2009|10:35pm] [ mood | satisfied ] [ music | Delldongo - Nalbina Fortress ] I had the best Valentine's Day in a long time. The last ten have just been so fantastic that it's amazing that yesterday could top them. The last ten have been disappointing to various degrees, so it wouldn't have been a good idea to expect any different this year. There have been some that were downright depressing, but I was planning on something in the order of vaguely dissatisfying for this year. Instead, something different happened. I completely forgot! I forgot that it was Valentine's Day. Not a single thing reminded me all day, so it was a regular Saturday instead. And what happened on that regular Saturday? Nothing. It wasn't vaguely dissatisfying at all! Seeing that my plan of action is to make no romantic searches or endeavours for at least a further six months, I am perfectly on track! It's so nice to be on track at this time of year. 3 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Heatwave, part 2 [12th of Feb 2009|11:20pm] [ mood | melancholy ] [ music | Hideki Taniuchi - Rem ] I wasn't complaining about nothing—the heatwave that I wrote about last entry was hot enough to get its own Wikipedia article. Melbourne reached 46.4°C (115°F) on Saturday, now our highest temperature on record. An extended drought combined with the highest temperature on record wasn't good for the vast wooded areas east and north-east of the city. A number of bushfires broke out in different places, killing more than 180 people, destroying more than 1000 homes, and turning about 1800 square miles of the state into ash. Four towns have been almost completely destroyed. I am lucky to have been unaffected. 4 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Heatwave [5th of Feb 2009|12:03am] [ music | Noriyuki Iwadare - Justice for All Court Suite ] I survived the heatwave! The end of January was a stinking-hot three-day streak of vibrating atoms and molecules that culminated in a top temperature of 45.1°C—a tepid 113.2°F! When my mum asked me to empty the recycling into the outside recycling bin, I told her that I would do it when it dropped below 30°C, be it day or night! I have heavy blankets that are not at all conducive to sleep in this kind of weather. As though to torment me just as the new month came, this month's calendar picture is of solar flares. Solar flares! The photo was taken by some fellow named Corbis. Now, I don't expect him to jet off to the vicinity of the sun to take a picture for a mere calendar, but he could have put a little more effort in. I mean, the image quality is awful! I think that it may have been taken by a camera phone. All they need now is a typo in the description of solar flares at the bottom of the page, and it will be the most unpleasant calendar month I've seen in some time. That said, the month started on a Sunday and is twenty-eight days long, so the weeks fits perfectly on four rows, and that is kind of nice to look at. I've finished all three Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney games now, and I'm on to Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney. I have really enjoyed playing them! When I'm playing, I really feel like cosplaying again. It's crossed my mind to cosplay at this year's Manifest, but I still think that people would be more wary of a photographer dressed in a trenchcoat, which are worn by both of the characters I am half-considering: Detective Gumshoe from Phoenix Wright and Raye Pember from Death Note complete with his FBI identification pinned to his lapel. Also, the weather over the Manifest weekend is notoriously unpredictable; it's usually way too hot for trenchcoats, and it usually rains at least once. I love video game music so much! Unnaturally so. When I'm playing a game I like, I get attached to the music, and listening to it again evokes the experience. For that reason, I don't have anyone to share it with. 12 counts of brilliance plus your comments

RHD5 Completed [1st of Feb 2009|12:38am] [ mood | accomplished ] So most of my blogging for the year is already done! I reckon I only need maybe a couple of more posts to round out the year—one in early April and another to summarise 2009. Oh, and a photo of me on the 25th of August—it's tradition! Ah, and something on the 14th of this month. Okay, so I have a bit further to go, but Rabbit Hole Day certainly took care of most of it! For the first time ever, I wrote an LJ entry so long that it had to be split across two entries because it was over the maximum size of 65535 characters! Because I wrote more than ten thousand words over a period of two weeks as an American narrator, I've noticed that I'm starting to color my sentences with -izes unintentionally. Luckily, I usually realize and correct it before I post anything. ( here is a graph and an updated character reference ) The poll I held last year had several of you saying you'd like to possibly appear in the story this year. However, I forgot about those poll results, so only kamiawolf, jedi_amara, and isikenai got in. Still, the amount of characters is growing each year as the list and my memory threaten to collapse on themselves, so don't be surprised if next year you see takplayer demonstrating an awesome superpower. (Correction: If it's on the street, be surprised. If it's in a work of fiction, do not be surprised.) Despite all the weeks of fervent typing and retconning involved, I suspect that this epic has a total readership of two. That may be because it is difficult to read a wall of text on a computer screen, and even I have to print it out to read it. Because of there is a risk that I might make this entry even more self-indulgent, I am going to avoid directly besieging beseeching you to read The Sunaflasco Saga. Indirect hit! 5 counts of brilliance plus your comments

I Left My Heart in Sunaflasco, part 2 [27th of Jan 2009|11:59pm] ( I Left My Heart in Sunaflasco, part 2 ) 2 counts of brilliance plus your comments

I Left My Heart in Sunaflasco [27th of Jan 2009|11:58pm] IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF PENNSYLVANIA - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -X UNITED STATES,                 :           Petitioner           :      v.                        : No. 05-6546039810 ANDREA HALL                    : - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -X                              Harrisburg, Pennsylvania                              Wednesday, April 12, 2006 The above-entitled matter came on for oral argument before the Superior Court of Pennsylvania at 11:00 a.m. APPEARANCES: TOLLI S. MEZNIK, ESQ., Denver, CO; on behalf of the Petitioner. "QC", ESQ., Sunaflasco GC, Portland, OR; on behalf of the Respondent. JUDGE ELDEWEISS:  We'll hear argument next in 05-6546039810 United States v. Andrea Hall. MR. MEZNIK:  Your Honor, and may it please the Court: As this Court has heard, the evidence against the accursed -- JUDGE ELDEWEISS:  The accursed? MR. MEZNIK:  I'm sorry, Your Honor -- the accused.  As this Court has heard, the evidence presented against the accused supporting the charges of conspiracy is weighty.  However, I believe that we have not yet realized the full seriousness of her actions. I would like to call Officer Robert Hikaizer for examination. His expert testimony will shed further light on this situation. JUDGE ELDEWEISS:  Good morning, Officer Hikaizer. Will the court reporter please swear in the witness? Officer Robert Hikaizer, Esq., called for examination, having been duly sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, testified as follows: MR. MEZNIK:  Good morning, Officer Hikaizer. MR. HIKAIZER:  Good morning. MR. MEZNIK:  Please state your full name. MR. HIKAIZER:  Robert Hikaizer. MR. MEZNIK:  What is your occupation? MR. HIKAIZER:  I am a Recruit Officer of the Boston State Police. MR. MEZNIK:  Have you ever been to New Orleans, Officer Hikaizer? MR. HIKAIZER:  I have. MR. MEZNIK:  Have you ever conducted any police searches in the city of New Orleans? MR. HIKAIZER:  I have. MR. MEZNIK:  Have you ever found anything in your searches that you believe may be relevant to this case? MR. HIKAIZER:  Yes -- while conducting a search on a recently- collapsed building that had served as an organization's headquarters. MR. MEZNIK:  What did you find in this collapsed building? MR. HIKAIZER:  A postcard. MR. MEZNIK:  Judge Eldeweiss, I would like to enter this postcard as Exhibit E in the Court Record. JUDGE ELDEWEISS:  So entered. MR. MEZNIK:  This postcard is postmarked February 1, 2006.  It is addressed to "Julie Kingyo, CPoS" at the New Orleans address where the card was found. JUDGE ELDEWEISS:  Please establish the relevance of this postcard. MR. MEZNIK:  Officer Hikaizer, could I ask you read this postcard to the court in its entirety? MR. HIKAIZER:  It's kind of long. MR. MEZNIK:  Officer Hikaizer, I await your testimony as to the exact contents to this postcard. ( wish you were here - please rescue me! ) 2 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Photos on Thursday [16th of Jan 2009|12:11am] [ music | Noriyuki Iwadare - Justice for All Court Suite ] isikenai and I have more in common than the first letter of our usernames and the general vicinity in which we live. We were both also looking for something to do last week, so I suggested we go to the Royal Botanic Gardens just south of the centre of Melbourne, where we could take photos like last time ( portraits ) It was a great day, and much sunnier than I expected. Magdalen endured for three and half hours, which is also about the point that the camera starts feeling awfully heavy! Since most people get tired of posing after about one or two hours, this was a pretty admirable effort! Here's a photo of us when the day was done. Oh, and this I absolutely must tell you: When we were by a lake in the gardens early in the day, and I wanted to get a shot of her looking off camera at a particular angle. I pointed to a nearby seagull in about the right direction, and I asked her what she thought the seagull's name should be. I, for reasons unknown, thought of the name Percival. She paused for a moment, and then said she thought it looked like its name should be Percy! We thought of almost exactly the same name for the bird entirely independently! She later suggested that I should have taken a photo of it to poll you all on whether you agree with us, but I didn't get one, so you will just have to take our word for it. 5 counts of brilliance plus your comments

Return of the Heartstats and the Movie Synopsis Generator [7th of Jan 2009|12:05am] [ mood | accomplished ] 2006: My web hosting provider, Dr2.net, merged with a company named Mesopia, and that merged company somehow became Netbunch at some point. That, in turn, was bought by WebHostPlus. When I say bought, I imagine that they paid for it simply for the pleasure of obliterating it. 2007: With no way to contact them, the HaydenPratt.com domain name subsequently lapsed and was bought by some domain name squatting company. For a year, visitors to the site likely thought that the namesake was a blonde, backpack-wearing college student that enjoyed standing next to a dot-point list of advertisements that had no connection with her whatsoever. 2009: Thankfully, the squatting registration also lapsed, and I have procured the domain name once more! The upshot of this is that Heartstats and the Movie Synopsis Generator are back after almost two years of absence! Ianiceboy in The Action Figures In this heart-stopping spy thriller, ianiceboy (Colin Firth) is a secretive hitman with nothing to lose. He promises to eliminate krs2510 (Nicolas Cage) before the seemingly-innocent isikenai (Denise Richards) outwits him. Using bullets to punctuate sentences, he saunters into an underground basement under false pretenses. The small production budget only becomes obvious when this movie ends after eight minutes. Produced by ianiceboy I've changed a few things here are there: replaced phrases, added phrases, swapped out Heath Ledger for Zac Efron, and improved its Firefox compatibility. I've always wanted to add horror as a fifth genre to this thing because I'm dying to use this title somewhere: Death by Chocolate Factory Employee. Maybe one day. 7 counts of brilliance plus your comments

2008 - Portrait of a Year [31st of Dec 2008|11:51pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | Basia Bulat - Little Waltz ] For the first five years of this journal, I wrote end of year summaries that detailed what I'd done each month of the year. As this year was light on described events, I thought that I might try something different. Instead of twelve months of words, here are the best twelve photos I took this year. ( 2008 in photography ) ( ianiceboy's best quotes of 2008 ) New and interesting things happened in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, and this year, and I can't help but be curious as to what 2009 will bring. Even though she missed her Thursday deadline, my Nancy Drew is out there—somewhere. 5 counts of brilliance plus your comments

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