I'm gonna be straight. I don't give a flying flip what some personality test says about you. It's a waste of my time; I already know who you are because I freaking talk to you and I don't need some cheap ripoff of the Meyers-Jung test to tell me what I already took the time to find out for myself. Most likely the only thing I'll do is either say "oh, yeah, I knew that already" or "this is so wrong, this is the stupidest thing since that guy tried to use a .22 shotgun shell for a fuse in his truck and shot his nuts off".
Which happened.
No offense to bandwagons. But I tend to be hypercritical of bandwagons. So totally intended offense to bandwagons.
Like, remember the anime harem picture thing this past winter or whatever? Yeah. I was sarcastic, then, too.
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HAPPY FUNTIME CAT IS HAPPY.
Uhh. I need to get my laundry sorted out so I can use my chair to watch anime again, since I can't sit on my chair. I also need to figure out how to control the temperature on my window ac unit; turns out that my writing capacity shuts down in cold breezy temperatures, and I just want to curl up under the sheets and read or play games. Which probably explains why I've played so much darn Fire Emblem this week.
Speaking of, the ending with Erk and Nino is kinda funky. I mean, he's at least nineteen, and she's at most thirteen, and . . . married with twin boys? Ack. That's about as funky as Hector the massive light-armor axeman with Florina the extremely shy and quite tiny pegasus knight. I don't even know how she's capable of bearing children. Or, you know, surviving the necessary prelude.
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Indi, if you say one word about her being taller than you I'll shove a raspberry-jam-and-butter-laden-biscuit into your mouth. And force you to eat it. All. With milk. For breakfast.
I'll probably do a FE-related post later. Ish. For now....
