I create a world of finite somethings

The Hawks lose in the last few seconds, Shigatsu ends, and then this. Although this probably came easy because of entirely different reasons. I was probably around the same age when I lost my father as Ruby was when she lost her mother.

Dirge Without Music



I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise

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One of the things I help my former university's anime club with is a Jeopardy game they play every year for Halloween. I try to diversify the categories and answers to cater to wide ranging tastes and to make sure no single person can just dominate because 75% of the answers are mecha related and they heart mecha or whatever. I also try to involve some of the different areas people tend to focus on, whether the music, the studios, the seiyuu, convention experiences, that sort of thing.
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Three of my friends just got back from Japan, two of which actually permanently live there teaching at universities who are only visiting for the month. All they did was torture me with the fact that they got to see the first of the two new Rurouni Kenshin movies and get to see the other one when they get back. They were nice enough to get omiyage though, and unlike my other local friends who mostly got food, mine were one of the movie kuji prizes from Overlooking View 3D.

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So I was watching LPs for Extra and then had a late fast food meal last night, so of course strange dreams dominated my sleep. I mean, Taco Bell is perfect for making you wonder how messed up you are when you wake up the next day.

But in all of that, I sort of came up with the general idea for what I'd do if I had the time and patience to follow up on the things I set up in The Hearts of the Suffering. The end note to it came very very vividly despite the fact that I've only watched ...

I feel like posting something. I don't have any new fanfiction written. So I'm going to subject you to a tale of what it's like to be Asian.



When I was nine, my mother discovered a summer camp run by Holt International, an adoption agency that started the trend for Korean adoptees being brought to America. With over a hundred kids that would attend and the vast majority of them Korean like me, my mother thought it would be a good experience for me. We carted down ...