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Over time, this place has become my sporadic, and very random blog 'thing'. I'm too much of a personal person to post about everything that happens in my real life, but my internet life is all here for you to check out. Let the randomness ensue.

Also in this world, I shall post:

Segments: Agree or Disagree?, Pet Peeves

Other Sites You'll Find Me: Tumblr, Minitokyo, DeviantART, LiveJournal (I don't visit this much), Blogspot (I visit this even less), Twitter (I joined this site over a year ago because of my infatuation with Tom Felton) Since my absence, Tom Hiddleston has become my life-ruiner. Don't understand it? Just research him and it'll happen to you too. That man is a Disney Prince, brought to life.

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Cupcakes & Pottermore.

Good news: The cupcake is no longer a lie; Adam fixed it! That's fantastic, because cupcakes laced with lies tastes like moldy Orc stew. If you can imagine. And thank you for all of the comments on my last post- complaints + me = inevitable Lord of the Rings references, lol. Glad I could make some of you laugh. I'm not sure if the ad is removed completely, or if it's just removed for Premium members though. );

And now- POTTERMORE.

I've waited for weeks and weeks, but I've finally received my welcome e-mail!

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It's everything I could've imagined and more. If all books were like this, I'd never leave the house.

"Are those the same clothes from yesterday? Have you even moved an inch- your eyes are bloodshot!"
"I'll just take a Pepper Up potion and be fine."
"A spice wha- nevermind, I don't want to know."

Thus far, there's a lot of added back-story for characters- like how Petunia and Vernon met, their poor relationship with James and Lily, and Wizards and their dismissal of the metric system. Fascinating. C': +1 happy inner child

Everything is illustrated beautifully, and as you read you collect items, inspect objects (which have information to read when clicked), gather books- IT'S MAGICAL. I wonder what Snape will look like in here... the book version, or the I-Have-Dirty-Thoughts-Whenever-I-Think-About-Him Alan Rickman, Snape version? Either way-

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The Cupcake is a Lie.

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And before you ask, yes, I Adblocked it.

And guess what?

IT CAME BACK THE NEXT DAY.

And my exact words were:

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So, it slipped past my Premium status and Adblock Plus.

Conclusion? Most BAMF advertisement ever. Obviously, this thing really, really, really wants me to relax and shop from the comfort of my home. And seeing how persistent they are, I'm beginning to understand the meaningful complexity of their words and see a brighter future for myself- filled with relaxing and shopping, while still being able to stay home and watch copious amounts of Cold Case Files & Doctor Who.

Let me translate that last bit for you,

Conclusion? Most virus-filled advertisement ever. Obviously, this thing really, really, really wants my foot up its digital hindquarters from the comfort of hell. And seeing how persistent they are, I'm beginning to loathe the moronic mediocrity of their words and see a darker future for them- riddled with ash and fire- the very air they will breathe will be a poisonous fume. And they will try to stop me, but not with 10,000 men can they do this. It will be folly.

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Also, bowties are cool.

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Weird Question

Have you ever watched so many shows/movies that feature people talking with an accent, that suddenly whenever you talk to yourself, or muse to yourself in your head- your inner voice has an accent too?

First I watched Sherlock Holmes (the movie), then I bounced around YouTube watching HP clips, and now I'm watching a crapload of Doctor Who. The result? Oh bollocks, my inner voice has a new accent. The upside is now, whenever I'm left to ponder and think, I feel 20% more intelligent.

This is probably the strangest question I've ever asked. Note to self: next time I visit a doctor (the medical variety), don't mention my British Inner Voice.

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Pottermore.

FUCK. FUCK. WHY CAN'T I FIND THAT BLASTED E-MAIL IN MY INBOX, WITH MY REGISTRATION INFORMATION.

WHY, GOD WHY.

FOR THE LOVE OF SEVERUS SNAPE'S UNDERGARMENTS, SEND ME THAT E-MAIL, BEFORE I HEX ALL OF YOU.

WHYYYYYY-

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I must now read fanfiction in order to quell all of this internal loathing.


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Tumblr?

Yes. I've finally gotten an account. I've wanted to for months, but I was too busy wallowing in my lameness and didn't until yesterday. Blame vacuumology for getting me on there.

Does anyone else have one?

Also: there's so many awesome HP things over there.
I'VE STEPPED INTO NARNIA, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

-and yes that's Vincent as my header image. Damn, I think he's hot in that screenshot. I have strange tastes, don't I? Now, it's Badou. ;)