Guess I Now Have the Title of "Official (Semi-obscure) Anime/Manga Reviewer".

Today's review is about a Japanese comic with a German name (That's where the oddness starts). The title is Elfen Lied, i.e. "Elf's Song" or something like that, if my memory serves me right.

General opinion: interesting at first and most of the way through, but a heavy dose of weirdness and a humongous disappointment. As those of you who already know me already should know, I dislike tragedies, and this being one of them I don't really like it. However, I am doing a review anyway so you guys  will at least know about it and can take a look at it so the poor author doesn't end up being poor and getting killed by Excel. (I'll review her anime later.)

Synopsis: In what was at the time the present (I'm guessing the 80s or something like that), a childhood condition started popping up all over Japan in which girls would be born with horns that resembled cat ears. Symptoms included having extra invisible arms and being prone to extreme violence. The arms, known as "vectors," could move faster than bullets and slice right through human flesh, so these people turned out to be pretty dangerous. Anyway, the story starts with one such girl escaping from the research facility where some government people are doing experiments on her. Of course they're really bad shots and fail to kill her, although she does suffer a major concussion and washes up on shore with the only word in her vocabulary being "nyu" (apparently she's a cat now). She is fortunate that a stereotypical Japanese teenage boy finds her and "temporarily" takes her in. Soon the researchers dispatch a team to look for her, since of course they think she is still very dangerous, and action ensues. It turns out that the human brain has a remarkable ability to heal itself and she occasionally reverts to her previous personality and rampages about. Basically a cool sci-fi/fantasy theme here.
However, after several chapters of intense anime blood and gore, the manga heads off straight into the Uncanny Valley, with giant deformed fetuses, limbs being ripped off, Bandit Keith (again, will cover later) showing up in the role of the overly passionate killer guy who seems to not care about America so much anymore (whew!), and finally something involving entropy and lots of explosions. Not to give away the ending, but basically all the cool main characters either die horrible deaths or are scarred for life by the other characters dying horrible deaths, and all the mediocre minor villain characters end up living happily-ish ever after as normal people.

And so ends my surprisingly crappy review. At least someone posted something.

If you can't figure it out by reading the note, I'm still in high school! Now use the traffic map and my IP address to narrow down where I live and try to abduct me. I dare you. lol

Three years ago, I think, I remember feeling all disappointed in the FRC team because they'd procrastinated all season and were still building the robot at Peachtree (the name of the regional competition). So this year we ended up doing the same thing.
It gets better though; this year they scheduled us for the very first match, the first match after lunch, AND the very last [qualifying] match! So we went up for the first match having had absolutely no driver practice whatsoever. Plus the robot wasn't done, and because it was possible for balls to roll under the robot, which is illegal, we had a permanent "yellow card" penalty right off the bat.
Nevertheless, we ended up winning the first match, and because it was the first match we were able to say we were in first place for the first time in like six years! By the end of the qualifiers, we had finally finished the robot, painted it for the first time in like six years, and managed to get ourselves into I think 13th place. What that meant was that after the finalists were selected, we were only two spots away from being in the finals. :[ For some reason nobody in the top 8 picked us for their team even though we and Kell (who was only one place away from getting in) both set all-time records for performance for the state of Georgia at the world Championships. WTF?
So began the suspense! We knew that if two robots were to break, we could be called in as a backup team and play our way to Championships. One actually did and Kell was called up, so now we were first in line. Eventually it got to where the final match was in overtime, and if there were two ties and a robot broke on the red alliance we could get in. Imagine the suspense! Especially when there was a tie and the match went into double overtime!
Well, another tie didn't happen. So our only remaining shots at Championships were to win either the Chairman's Award (probability about 1.5%) or the Engineering Inspiration Award (probability maybe 3%). But then we did win the Engineering Inspiration Award! And - screw breathing a huge sigh of relief - I actually screamed in happiness.
Next on the list: printing more buttons, making trading cards, making a cape, redoing the bumper skirt, maybe building an arm, constructing a blimp, buying another sword at MomoCon, acquiring new shoes that look like Link's boots, making a couple new feet, building a display with a recycle bin, fixing the controls, actually learning to drive the robot, and probably something else that I forgot about.

Natha daged dhaer!

Anyone who can give me the source of the title without searching it is awesome.
So, Calculus again. We had a test that, for one reason or another, was easy and thus cmpleted quickly. Having nothing to do, I sat there while Jaclyn fooishly got out paper and penccils and tried to think about drawing something. Being the nice person I am, I showed her that the odds of her drawing more than one thing were very slim. I did this by stealing her pink eraser. Laughing to myself, I sat and gloated. A few minutes later, I turned to find a second eraser on her desk with her laughing at me.

Somehow or another, I found a way to steal the second eraser. She then reached into her backpack andpulled out two more. I don't quite remember how it changed, but soon we were wielding an eraser in each hand and slashing each other's arms and hands with them. You may think it sounds stupid, but you are definitely missing out. So for the last 30 to 45 minutes of class, we fought an epic duel..... while sitting down.... quietly..... however, we were able to whisper Princess Bride, LOTR, and a few Monty Python references as we fought, increasing the epicness. All the while, one person would turn o make sure the teacher wasn't glaring at us.... unfortunately, to do so, you had to turn your back on the other person, thus getting slashd on the hand.

All in all, I think that was the best use of the last 45 minutes of any class I have ever had..... I love school.... ish

This is a short post

I'm not feeling long winded right now but felt I should add something else before I get kicked from admin privileges or posting privileges or whatever kinda power I hold over the layman. I don't like driving anymore. 5 hours of driving does that to me. It probably does that to a lot of people. I hate savannah. Having to spend 5 hours reaching a place makes that place terrible. I bet it does that to a lot of places. EXCEPTION: if sleep is heavily involved in the transmigration process, the diminishment of the location is in itself diminished to a sickly log graph. IDEAL SOLUTION: TELEPORTATION. MORE IDEAL SOLUTION: TELEPORTATION BY THOUGHT.
there's this remote: Harmony 700 remote control. Look it up. IE is sucking right now to the point where copy paste SUCKS. it's pretty useful for stuff. all kinds of stuff. including this laptop my aunt has. Who needs a remote for a portable device? that is, like, double lazy.
I'm going to invent a laptop that has a built in, retractable, completely hidden-when-not-being-used mouse so that I may never have to use a mousepad where I click in random places as I type, creating

sttyporange errors. hehe. orange. oh look. my aunt was planning to plan a party at 12AM on 3/4/2010. She is asleep. I don't think this party is gonna be ready in time. Hey you know what I found out? about 20% of internet use is still being direted by IE6. Not completely terrifying, until you learn that, when IE6 came out, microsoft was the sole browser competitor, and so it set up ridiculous, nonsensical, uncontested standards that made all web pages need special programming just for IE6. Now, programmers say that must still spend about 20% of their time on websites just making the darn things still compatible with this ancient behemoth of clumsy design. neat, huh. Makes me wanna make new standards for something that will cause countless hours of pain years after my decision was ruled foolish on every regard.
Wait, this isn't that short. Dang. Bye
I-Forgot_My-Name-On-This_Blog == myNewName

Nerdology 101: Impeccable Lexicon

Okay, so I've been wanted to do this Nerdology post for a while now, but Nerdology posts require a lot more work on my part, so it was delayed (multiple times). Anyway, let's continue with the post.

If you didn't figure it out from the title, this post is about using aureate language to buffalo or galvanize the people around you. True nerds will envisage the preponderance of this business. So, without further impediment, let's instigate this post!

The paramount thing that one must necessitate is to utilize the most wordage in a eloquent fashion. This is cardinal if one fancies having a sumptuous embrace of language. Here are a few paradigms to elucidate this:

Case 1: "I'm doing well."

This sentence is incalculably hackneyed and monotonous. In lieu of this, say: "I am in very emphatic mood currently!"

Case 2: "Have a nice day."

This sentence is marred with cliche and trite word usage. Say "Have a stupendous diurnal course! Adieu!"

Now that you have annexed a intrinsic acumen of diction, try to assimilate some of the vocabulary below to further embellish your knowledge(NOTE: The definitions below may not be shown in their entireties [i.e. multiple definitions may not be shown] ):

Abditive: (adj) Having the quality of hiding

Abraid: (v) To awaken or arouse

Alible: (adj) Nourishing

Aristarch: (n) A severe critic

Ataraxia: (adj) Tranquility

Axilla: (n) Armpit

Balderdash (n): Nonsense

Bete Noire: (n) A person or thing strongly detested or avoided

B**** Godness: (n) material or worldly success [Censored to prevent internet filters from blocking the site]

Bon viviant: (n) A person having cultivated, refined, and sociable tastes

Brickle: (adj) Brittle

Burg: (n) Town/City

Buxom: (adj) Obedient, Tractable

Caitiff: (adj) Cowardly, or despicable

Calcify: (v) To make inflexible or unchangeable

Chuff: (n) Boor, Churl

Cognitive Dissonance: (n) Physiological conflict resulting from incongruous beliefs and attitudes held simultaneously

Crwth: (n) Crowd

Datum: (n) Something given or admitted especially as a basis for reasoning or inference

Demur: (n) Hesitation

Dirdum: (n) blame

Dotage: (n) State or period of senile decay marked by mental poise and alertness

Dotard: (n) A person in his dotage

Dynamo: (n) Generator; A forceful energetic individual

Eclat: (n) Dazzling effect, Brilliance

Eft: (n) Newt

Epaulet: (n) Something that ornaments or protects the shoulder

Fag: (n) Cigarette

Feirie: (adj) Nimble, Strong

Foment: (v) To promote the growth or development of

Frijol: (n) Bean

Gaiety: (n) Merrymaking

Germane: (adj) Being at once relevant or appropriate

Gey: (adv) Very, Quite

Grisette: (n) A young women combining part-time prostitution with some other occupation; A working class French women

Gyve: (n) Fetter, Shackle

Haberdasher: (n) A dealer in small wares

Hebdomad: (n) A group of seven

Hidrosis: (n) Excretion of sweat

Homoscedastic: (adj) Having equal statistical variances

Ice: (n) An undercover premium payed to a theater employee for choice tickets

Imprimis: (adv) In the first place [used to introduce a list of items or considerations]

Inviscid: (adj) Having zero viscosity

Iwis: (adv) Certainly

Jabiru: (n) Any of several large tropical storks

Jobbery: (n) The act or practice of jobbing [especially corruption in public office]

Juxta: (adj) Situated near

Kay: (n) The letter 'k'

Kink: (n) A clever or unusual way of doing something

Koine: (n) Dialect or language of a region that has become the common or standard language of a larger area.

Kyte: (n) Stomach, Belly

Lakh: (n) A great number

Lily: (adj) Resembling a lily in fairness, purity, or fragility

Loquacious: (adj) Garrulous

Lusty: (adj) Robust

Okay, screw this. I was going to do A-Z, but this is taking way too long.

Now, remember these 2 things about using higher vocabulary:

1. Use more obscure nouns in lieu of common nouns

2. Use more obscure definitions of common words

That's all for now,
ACRONYM of the Blog

Thlenthaktu the Thakfully Thelmenerous.

Irrelevant titles FTW!

So I was rudely awakened this morning by my brother shouting up the stairs, "AARON! Come down immediately - it's really important!"
"Mehhh, what is it."
"There's a BAT in the house!"
"A what?"
Turned out there was a bat in the house. He points over into the room we don't really have a name for other than "green room" because it's green, and there's this little tarantula-looking thing running along the floor. I approached closer and it really was a live bat. Of course, when my dad saw it he had to ask how I was sure it was a bat and not a tarantula.
"How are you sure that' sa bat and not a tarantula or something?"
"'Cuz it has ridiculously long front limbs... actually, because it's shaped like a bat."
After all, bats do have a distinctive bat shape, as this one demonstrated when it unfolded its wings a bit and showed how very bat-shaped it was. So I stood there puzzling what I was going to do about it. I was handed a bucket and a piece of cardboard, apparently because since I've made a reputation for myself as the family bug-catching expert, by extension I must also be the bat-catching expert. So I catchified it with the bucket. It wasn't quite like a bug though, because bugs don't start squeaking when you corner them.
Why it didn't fly away, I'm not so sure. Either it was injured, or I think I might have learned somewhere that bats can't take off from the ground and need to climb up something first. At least I think it was bats... Either bats or ladybugs, one of those two.
Anyway, I left the bat on the porch and hoped it found a nice cozy shelter before the snow started falling. Yeah, that was the other weird thing about today, was that it was snowing for some reason IN MARCH. My literature class had a snowball fight, in the classroom. Someone had run outside and grabgbed a hunk of snow and people were throwing snow across the room at each other.
What a weird day.