I'm SomeGuy, 29 years old, residing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I've studied English Literature, Chinese Martial Arts, and am currently pursuing careers in writing - possibly even in the anime industry itself.
And I work for this site.
And you should be watching Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad.
Or watching Ranma 1/2.
Or learning about the Shinsengumi.
Or planning to visit Vancouver, The Best Place On Earth (actual marketing motto).
Here at the "Smallville" page, I have my personal blog where I'll post about anything and everything. If ya need me or otherwise need to know anything from/about me, here's where I'll be.
If you're really looking for my more professional, site-type stuff, you wanna head over my "Metropolis" world.
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Seattle friend from the con' is sleeping on the couch right now. Evidently some girl dramas ended up costing him his bus back home yesterday, and called me as a back-up in case said girl dramas left him stranded in Canada another day.
My emergency hospitality, of course, comes from a time when I myself was given wonderful hospitality when I was almost stranded in Toronto without a place to stay.
So yeah. The Enin effect continues to make life a little more manageable for another poor sod.
Food for thought if anyone feels like swinging through Vancouver. Just sayin'.
In other news, I don't have to work today. That's awesome.
After having it sitting in the house for almost a month, I finally opened up my Final Fantasy XIII and started playing.
Story could end well. There's promise. Definitely feels like everything's running on autopilot a little more than I'd prefer, and yet it's not so easy that you won't die if you aren't paying attention. Really, I blame the 5-star battle system that grades you based on how quickly you finish your battles (with alleged rewards of better drops). I guess it's one way to keep you focused.
Also, I hate that I'm totally getting a kick out of Vanille. I know that's exactly why she's in there and I feel a little guilty for falling for her/it. That's a shame.
Anyway, yeah, so far so good. Let's see how it plays out for the next couple months, I guess.
Also, I feel like I could smell something burning in the apartment tonight. Couldn't tell where it was coming from. Pretty sure it wasn't from my suite.
I can't afford to have things burning down. It better have been from outside . . .
Spent the evening at my mom's house again trying to acquire bits of cardboard and such to wrap my older brother's birthday present (a splitting axe - apparently they plan on doing a lot of camping in the next few years). Hung out, watched some TV including "The Pacific", uploaded another convention vid' . . . did some shopping and such . . . decent Sunday at home.
Later that night, my little brother got home limping a little and cursing. Apparently during his hockey game he blocked a shot with his foot and in turn had a distinct case of black toenail coming along nicely.
For those of you unfamiliar, imagine a bruise that's happening underneath your toenail. Instead of just colouring everything a beautiful black and blue, it also ends up putting a great deal of pressure on the nail itself as the blood fills up underneath. Left unattended, this can actually make the toenail fall off.
So I held a flashlight and introduced idle chat with my brother while he lanced his toe through the nail with a lighter-cured pin or something-rather. He actually ended up boring three holes through his nail through which blood could drain.
Well, gotta hand it to him, it worked. Blood squeezed/drained out 'til it mostly ran clear, his nail went back to its normal colour, and he seemed especially relieved about the whole deal with chimes of "oh that feels so much better!" and the like. Afterwards he washed it, antisepticed it and bandaged it.
So that was kinda interesting. My brother put a triangle of pinholes through his big toenail. Also, apparently it doesn't hurt nearly as much as you might imagine. Good times.
In other less squicky news, here's a cute video of a young cosplayer fast becoming famous in Seattle - and yes, I do take a little bit of responsibility for that:
Now that that's done, I think my dumplings are ready to eat!
I only took 47 pics this year. I'm probably fine with that, since it was a video camera and still pictures with video cameras are very hit and miss kinds of things.
My computer's not broken. I thought I'd preface with that.
Even though the virus/malware sweeps have been clean and I'm pretty sure my machine's not drowning in a puddle of its own electrical vomit and excrement, I've been having performance issues as of late. Most likely I just have a lot of crap piled up that's eating up all my resources. It's a shame, really.
Which reminds me, I should have bugged Ed about getting a hold of a copy of Windows 7 before I left Bellevue. Ah well . . .
I'm probably gonna try to finish all the Sakura-Con meet-up vids back at my mom's house like I did with the first three. Evidently, my old computer still performs reliably in this sense. Perhaps I shall call her tomorrow morning to tell her I'm coming over . . . so yeah, the official post for the meet-up vids isn't gonna be up this night . . .
. . . ah, who am I kidding? FREE PREVIEW FOR THOSE WHO WEREN'T IN CHAT!
Finally, for those of you who have played Heavy Rain or know a bit about it:
Eheh heh heh . . . Jason . . .
In other news, I just finished the third episode of "The Pacific". The marines spend some leave in Australia, and the one marine meets a nice girl who totally goes crazy for him (along with her parents). So she breaks it off with him because she can't take the risk of his dying and breaking her mother's heart after so much loss already. I felt really bad for him, kinda like it stung at me particularly strong or something.
Go fig.
So yeah. Sakura-Con was a blast. Also, Ssamjang is tasty as all fuck. That's right, it's so tasty it got gratuitous profanity. Think about that.
