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[Rhiannon]

Sasha whatchu think about Ross?

I LIKE HER. She's not afraid to admit when she doesn't know something, but usually she knows and explains stuff well. And having a sense of humor is always a plus.

[H. Tsukiyono]

In other news, the guy who hit my car a week and a half ago now wants to sue me. I'm glad I've got insurance and they'll deal with the lawyer for me, but holy hell.

[lilcases]

I'm finally starting to meet some people.

[Dr Strum]

Ross is the shit. Even if you're not into Linguistics, I recommend taking her American English class. So interesting and fun. Some guys, for their final project in AE, studied internet vernacular's entrance into mainstream American usage (eg, Rickroll, 1337).

Also, for those of you that don't know, I've been engaged for a while now. Since March, technically, but we made it public in early August.

[Frisk]

TSUKI'S GHOST STORY FROM TONIGHT

[21:01] <tsukiyono> So, this is a story from along time ago. A man left his house with his fishing rod and some bait. He'd been fishing just about everywhere, but there was one place he had yet to try his luck.
[21:03] <tsukiyono> Nearby was a river. On one side it was empty, with stones and a dock. It was a good place to fish. On the other side, however, was a cemetery. The man was a skeptic, however, and sat down on the dock to cast his line.
[21:03] <tsukiyono> He got a bite almost immediately, and reeled it in. As soon as the fish went into his bundle, he cast his line out again, and got another fish.
[21:03] <tsukiyono> Soon he had caught as many large fish as he could carry, so he packed up and picked up the fish. The sun was starting to set. It was time to go home.
[21:04] <tsukiyono> As soon as he stood up with his catch in hand, he heard a voice. "Leave them and go," it said. It was a pleasant voice, but there was something about it that suggested that this was an order and not a suggestion. The manshrugged.
[21:04] <tsukiyono> "No," he retorted. "I caught them, fair and square. They're my fish now." He starts the walk home.
[21:05] <tsukiyono> For a little while, the voice is quiet. Then"Leave them and go," the voice insists, this time a little louder.
[21:06] <tsukiyono> "Be quiet," the man says, and walks faster. He is a skeptic, but there is no one else around and even skeptics returned home before dark in those days.
[21:07] <tsukiyono> "Leave them and go," the voice says again, and again, louder and louder."Leave them and go, leave them and go,leavethemandgoleavethemandgoleavethemandgo!"
[21:08] <tsukiyono> The man breaks into a cold sweat and starts to run. At last the voice stops. He slows his pace and pauses underneath a tree.
[21:08] <tsukiyono> Sharing this stopping point is a lovely young woman, dressed in bright silks. She takes a look at the fish he is carrying. "Sir," she says, "will you sell me your fish?"
[21:09] <tsukiyono> "No," he says. "I must refuse. I'm taking them home to my wife."
[21:09] <tsukiyono> She shows him a small pouch full of gold coins. "Will you sell them to me for this much?"
[21:10] <tsukiyono> He refuses. She offers him a greater sum, and he begins to sweat; at last she offers him a chest full of gold. "Who are you?" he asks, suspicious.
[21:11] <tsukiyono> "So you won't sell me your fish, will you?" the woman says, and passes a hand over her face. She looks at him again, butwhere there had been eyes, a nose, and a mouth before there is only blank skin, as if she is a dolland her face had ye t to be painted by its maker.
[21:13] <tsukiyono> The man drops the fish and runs into town. He pauses to catch his breath by the entry of a small bar; the barkeep offers him a drink. "You look like you could use it," the proprietor says.
[21:13] <tsukiyono> "No," the man answers, "no,I've got to get home, I just... I saw this..." Words fail him, but his horror is painted clear on his face.The proprietor nods, slowly.
[21:14] <tsukiyono> "You went fishing by the cemetery, didn't you? That river's known to be possessive."
[21:14] <tsukiyono> "So you know?" the man asks.
[21:15] <tsukiyono> "Let me guess... you saw something like this?" The barkeep had turned around to pour the man a drink, and when heturned to face the man again his face was smooth and blank, a clean slate of flesh.
[21:16] <tsukiyono> The man scrambled backwards out of the bar, knocking over a stool inthe process, and ran as fast as he could for home. He didn't stop running until he'd made it past the threshold of the the door.
[21:16] <tsukiyono> "Dear, what's the matter?"his wife asks. "You look like you've seen a ghost.How was your fishing trip?"
[21:17] <tsukiyono> The man, covered in a fine, cold sweat, can hardly think about the fishing trip."Dear, there are ghosts outside or something,everywhere! I caught fish and a woman tried tobuy them from me, and when I told her no herface vanished! And then the barkeeper's face, andI could swear that when I ran by people their faces too... It was horrible!"
[21:18] <tsukiyono> His wife patted him on the shoulder. "You must be tired, dear. Why don't I make you some tea?"
[21:18] <tsukiyono> "Why aren't you surprised?" the man asked, slowly.
[21:19] <tsukiyono> "Vanishing faces, hmm?" she mused. "You mean a little like this?" And she passed her hand over her face slowly, and left behind it empty flesh unmarred by features of any sort. Seeing the blank expanse where his wife's face should have been, the man shrieked and lost consciousness.
[21:19] <tsukiyono> He woke up hours later, lying on his back in the cemetery across the river.
[21:20] <tsukiyono> the end~

[Elnendil]

I have a feeling my German teacher will hate me every day. At the same time I don't care since I'm doing better.

I'll laugh if she thinks I cheated on her exam.

[blues]

Ross is the shit. Even if you're not into Linguistics, I recommend taking her American English class. So interesting and fun. Some guys, for their final project in AE, studied internet vernacular's entrance into mainstream American usage (eg, Rickroll, 1337).

Also, for those of you that don't know, I've been engaged for a while now. Since March, technically, but we made it public in early August.

I intended on replying to this message with just your quote in it, but a congratulations is in order instead.

[aerozero]

Holy crap

Congratulations Sturm!

[DustyHaru]

Congratulations on your engagement Sturm.

[Elnendil]

Someone on Lacrima Castle is getting married

Gonna need proof of that.

[Shiokazu]

so... we are getting another marriage?

CONGRATULATIONS STURM!

edit:

man... http://kotaku.com/5628153/valkyria-chronic...ustice/gallery/

I swear, Alicia always was overpowered in the game. She had the luckiest shots. Let me explain:

My roommate was playing through the game, and had reached the part where you take back Welkin's hometown. He was running Alicia to back up her allies when she ran out of AP, and couldn't move her any further. Seeing no enemies to shoot at, he was about to end her turn when I yell "WAIT!"
"What?"
"In the distance. About a hundred yards out. You can see the top half of that sniper's head."
"You think she has a chance of hitting that? There's no way--"
"--Dude, it's Alicia. Take the shot."
"Okay, whatever."
Two headshots in a row. Sniper down.

...And that is why I named my computer Alicia.

^ THIS

This post has been edited by Shiokazu: Sep 2 2010, 09:36 PM

[aerozero]

Can't believe I'm going to be giving an injection to a real person next week.

Spent a lot of time stabbing a block of artificial human skin, so I hope I'm ready. I'm confident about giving IM shots (just 90 degree angle straight into the arm) but the subcutaneous one is what I'm worried about.

This post has been edited by aerozero: Sep 3 2010, 12:32 AM

[Elnendil]

I give my mother a pain shot now and again, its not as bad as it seems.

Unless its a vein thing, those are harder to do.

[Yuka]

If I ever compose a piece using staff paper, I want to compose something as awesome as Eric Whitacre's Lux Aurumque.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3zCRRVh6Pg

[Shiokazu]

<tsukiyono> This is a story that is not so far into the past.
<tsukiyono> A man who worked nine-to-five at a desk in a cubicle stopped to have a drink on the way home. The bar was small and relatively quiet and he was only going to have a couple of beers before he left. It was no use being too drunk to get on the train home.
<tsukiyono> Sitting alone like him at the other corner of the bar, however, was a young woman. She was very pretty, her hair glossy and her clothes stylish–the only odd detail about her was the mask over her nose and mouth, but even that was not so odd, for many people wore them to stave off pollen and other allergens.
<tsukiyono> Emboldened by the one beer he’d already drunk, the man moved to sit down next to her and bought her a drink. She thanked him, and they made small talk.
<tsukiyono> He drank more than he had planned, and they stumbled out of the bar together, laughing. She asks him, “Am I beautiful?”
<tsukiyono> He replies, “Yes.”
<tsukiyono> She pulls him towards a narrow alley, he does not object. She asks, again, “Am I beautiful?”
<tsukiyono> “Very beautiful,” he answers.
<tsukiyono> She leans in, as if promising a kiss, and asks, “Am I beautiful?” again.
<tsukiyono> “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life,” the man answers, and leans in for a kiss.
<tsukiyono> She pulls the mask off her face–her mouth is a long slit, from ear to ear. She opens her mouth to reveal rows of gleaming, sharp teeth. “Am I beautiful?” she asks, for the last time.
<tsukiyono> No one ever saw the man again

too lazy for some decent posting, just for records.