Where thoughts go to think.
Been a long time otaku (if you use that word in a nice way), traveled to many exotic places, been shot at in at least two, and have a habit of writing short stories to pass the time.
Hang around a bit, you might find something you like.
For fun and gaming in one, try my Elder Scrolls: Oblivion adventure logs.
My Steam: HERE
I'm usually connected when I'm home.
Now while MyO page has a different intro I'll keep this one shorter. I've been a bit bored on the off time when I'm not working. I'm back in Germany by the way and have a working, though not all that new laptop. So I wrote something to go with my new theme.
Today, I shall tell a tale of love, loss, epic /b/ness, and all around half truths.
Our tale starts one fine weekend day.
The sun light, after fighting its way across the vastness of space, through the Earth’s magnetic field, and dodging the clouds of a partly cloudy sky, lit my dreary, tired face with apathetic warmth. I was very distraught over my supreme lack of boredom relieving activities and was currently in search of epic LOLZ. My journey took me from the depths of rule 34 land to the rocky chan range to the realm of fanficdom. It is very well understood that this journey was not at all enlightening or enjoyable.
Then the storms cleared and my shallowed ship of anonymous ran aground in the Land of Smiles. It was a land of scary things. A land that read like Japanese- which I so can’t read. I staggered, crawled, babeled, and flew blindly. I thought I there’d be no exit, that this land had no borders. There were the meme raiders, the webcam whores, the complete WTF white wash. I was panicking, jumping randomly from place to place.
Then the path started to clear and in the distance, high atop a weed covered hill, stood a striking silhouette in the approaching twilight. Her almost body length hair, tied in pigtails, whipped in the breeze. Its greenish-blue hue blended smoothly with the sky. As I got closer I could make out the outline of her head set. Its digital lights shown dimly through her hair. On her sleeves were the LEDs of readouts and inputs. She was a Goddess, she had to be. I knew at that moment that I would make her mine, what ever it took.
Over the next few days I searched high and low for the identity of the Goddess. Weathered the R34 riots, the pool AIDS onslaught, the memes (OMG the memes), and ate way too much Negi Ramen.
And soon arrived at the concert hall which the Goddess frequents in our humble internets. She was new, bold, original (in her own way), and gave me a new out look at music. There was a whole religion called Miku Miku Dance that gave us control of this Vocaloid Goddess.
So I spend days making the pilgrimage across the English land of smiles where I saw and hear more than I ever thought I would. And now I am at a very comfortable spot in my relationship with the Goddess. We spend time when I’m lonely, she sings when I need emotions. It is more than love, more than admiration, it is beyond all description.
And so it was that I met one Hatsune Miku.
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Miku Vids
Shining ray
Melody
Anger
Nebula- So watch in High Qual
Last Night, Good Night
OMG! I am still alive.
For those who have kept track of my post in the past know that I left a while a back for training to become an Army x-ray tech. For about six months I was in a book and paper with bits of exercise course. Then I was sent to Germany for my internship. During that time I volunteered for a special gig back in theater. At the moment I am finishing up that gig before heading back to Germany.
The class was hard since medical speak is not one of my strong suits. I did have fun though when we did the interactive stuffs. And yes, Nana did talk in third person for some of them just for kicks. I'm told that I have a good bedside manner. I can't really speak about what I've been doing in theater, but I can say it's not what I was doing. Though the amount of death hasn't gone away.
Now,I bet you're wondering why I'm posting now even though I figured I wouldn't until the end. Well, my battle buddy lent me her computer while we wait for the plane to be refueled here in an Ireland. So, I figured that I'd say a few things. A few weeks back a friend of mine pestered me into allowing her to post my latest short story, Here. It's been published here as well. I think it's one of my better ones. In a way, I miss the rants here. They acted as a muse of sorts. But, my task is not finished so I will endure till the end.
Quick shout out to my good friend Angel Zakuro who I've been swapping emails with. We both are irregular at emailing but it works out fine. If you don't know her, drop by and say hi.
Well, I can't say when I'll next post. Maybe when I get back to Germany. Till then...
Food, fun, friends and sun. A cat's dream for all.
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Nya!
Nana is headed off for some training. She will be gone for a long while. Like maybe a year. The medical field is demanding.
So she won't be posting at all to very little. Those of you with her email can still send them, as there will be time for email (she hopes).
So, till next time.
