Senjo

THIS IS HH'S FAULT. AGAIN. This is the challenge issued; she had a score of 1802.8 seconds and invited people to go there to beat her. And I daresay, I have met her pain tolerance fourfold! (That's not an additional challenge to you folks, or even an incentive... I now have four times less working brain cells than she!) I heard that verse so many times that I began to hear English words in it. Little did we know that they're singing about oats, Jaffa, fences and crumbs!

It occurred to me that one's room or home may be much in resemblance to one's state of mind. This is just a little differenty than one's personality, characteristics, or personal likes or dislikes. If one is calm, content, at peace, or just plain happy, one's room is likely to be clean, organized, or arranged in such a fashion to match ('A place for everything, and everything it its place'), so that it could be classified as a 'calming' or 'contenting' room If one's current mindset is harsh, inattentive, or fleeting or frazzled, it is likely that their main room is also (or maybe it is the condition of the room that is causing the state of mind!) At least I can say that this logic is true of myself. If all my earthly possessions have found their way into an unceremonious deluge on the floor, my clothing is falling out of my closet and drawers, my collectible and displayable things have been placed haphazardly on their shelves, undusted, I find myself throughout the day a little more 'on edge', or acting ADD, or feeling dissatisfied. This, I think, may have everything to do with the fact that I see my room first thing in the morning, and at random intervals throughout the day, and last thing at night. It's there. It's unavoidable. The mess is blatant. But when it is cleaned and organized, my world is considerably lighter! I open the door to my bedroom and feel like trying to dance! There is room to move, there is light, there is no dust to breath, nothing to step on... you get the idea. This is why I have every intention of cleaning my room tomorrow. But back to the original thought: clean or not, my room does resemble the dorbish pah that is my mind. It is a random conglomerate of a multitude of varying, minute interests* (*Note: Beware of synonymic redundancy and a lot of nonsense). It is all at the same time squished together, and yet separated from other things, to gain full access to my interests; a variegated, spasmodic sort of organization in which everything is easily lost, and yet I know exactly where everything is (at least, until I 'clean' and 'organize'. I like to compare cleaning and organizing my room to 'overspecialization', as I learned it in HS Economics. It becomes almost TOO squeaky-clean, so very organized in a new way, that I no longer know where anything is!) Anyway. Some simple words (see *Note) for both my mind and my room are variegated, whimsical, random, chaotic and yet pulled together (five words FTW!), nearly unfathomable until you stop wondering and reeling and everything, so simply, comes together. Both are entertaining, to say the least. Don't get lost passing the Bionicle sets, files, and souvenirs as you go around the clothing and 20-gallon aquarium to reach my paperwork, projects, postcards, CD's, and wooden longbow. Make sure you take note of the glass Coca-Cola cups and bottles, old tins and liscence plates, dried roses, other aquariums, oriental fans, chattering teeth, bamboo plant and medieval Knight statuette. And don't forget the small jar of Tabasco sauce or plastic chili peppers, the fake signs, key rings or the giant sunglasses as you are staring at the cast iron plaque that reads: "ON THIS SPOT IN 1897 ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED."

WHOA NELLY THE BROCCOLI'S BOILING OVER GET IT OFF THAT THAR BURNER!! And this rice does NOT take 2o minutes to cook. No, sir.

Just a few minutes ago I was sitting here at my desk, doing my own thing-thing like I do every so often. Well actually, I had just gotten off Xbox Live and was hoping some of my friends were on Instant Messenger, but that's besides the point. The point is, I was minding my own business up here in my room when I caught a wiff of smoke! I pretty much dropped what I was doing and started sniffing around. It smelled a bit like something was burning/melting, so my first thought was that one of the many overused power outlets in my room had gone haywire. I sniffed around some more, all the way around my room but couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of the smell. And I didn't see anything smoking. Maybe it was a neighbor's campfire outside? It didn't quite smell like campfire, and when I sniffed out my window, all I smelt was fresh flowering trees. Nope, definitely not from outside. So I exited my room, door left, and sniffed down the hallway - oh yeah, the smell was definitely carrying from some other place in the house, down the hallway, and into my room. So it wasn't MY precious possessions that were smoldering. It was something else. Hooray! … Wait. Burning HOUSE is not good! D'oh. So I go to the staircase, and I see Mom standing at the bottom. She looks up at me - and she sees my raised eyebrows - and before I can inquire as to whether anyone ELSE smells this burning smell, she says firmly, "Don't ask." Since I value my life, I kept my mouth shut. Mom asked if I had a fan in my room - I have one of those dual-fan stick-in-your-window types - and she had me put it in my window to get the air flowing through the house to the outside. Then she sent me down to the basement to get a larger stand-up fan to put in the hallway. When I got to the first floor I saw every door and window open, and several of our stand-up fans blowing towards the outside. And it still smelled like smoke. I ran into my sister in the basement, as we were both getting fans. But the most surprising thing was the smoke in the air! The basement was smokey. I beg your pardon for my overuse of that word, but really, it was thick enough to see. And even stranger, the cellar door to the basement was wide open. (Apparently we were fumigating and I had missed the memo.) So I grabbed my fan and headed upstairs - now I could see that it was a bit hazy upstairs too - and my parents were both there. I asked if there was anything else I could do. "No… we've messed things up well enough on our own, thank you!" Was my mom's reply. She seemed calm, so after a moment of silence I decided to ask what had actually happened. She curtly replied again that I should not ask, then returned to what she was doing. So our house seems fine. Every fan we own is blowing to get the smell and smoke out. It smells a bit like a campfire now, which isn't bad. ...I just wanna know why our basement was filled with smoke!! It's just so WEIRD! (Personally, it seems to me that somebody did something stupid, and they're too embarassed to tell. ) Listening to: Moonlight Shadow remix over and over and over.... Hmm. I need a more creative way to sign off. Unless you guys thing that 'signoffs' can be irritating? Sometimes they can be. Do you find them irritating? Maybe I could find a cool one... or maybe I'll just always do something random? Spontenaiety is cool. (I'll be darned if I typed that word right the first time!)

XD to Arch-Angel. Yeaaahhh... Our family van is a guzzler, too. But at four and a quarter dollars every gallon, even with my lil' corolla... my decision to commute to college this fall (some 40ish miles away) is a bit more painful. *It wasn't last year, when gas dipped down to $1.99/gal!*

I'm not seeing it either. True about the testing, tho'. I haven't seen the other Tahu mask options so I'll not complain. - or not much.

Oh, it's you.

XD I love it when you guys say that. And there's more where THAT came from!

Wonderful!!

So I couldn't draw if my life depended on it. SRSLY. But I mess with modeling clay. And when I say 'mess with it', I mean 'mess with it', because even though I've 'used' modeling clay for a few years now, I haven't really actually PRODUCED anything 'finished' or 'worthwhile'. Therefore I am not an artist. Or something. *Wut!* BUUUT since I'm such a fangirl and all, and I see all these artist-people making Bionicle fanart and all, I, of course, find myself wishing I could make Bionicle fanart, and all that jazz. Soooo I have. Er, have tried. I'm still in the process of figuring out whether I can make full-body models at all! But I made some masks. Two of them turned out GREAT. Well, they turned out the way I wanted them to. So, ladies and gents, I will show you a 1oo% completely hand-made Akaku and Pakari! I used only my eight fingers, two thumbs, and a few hand tools. No molds or pressings or other things like that. Left, Akaku, Great Kanohi Mask of Vision, and on the right, Pakari, the Great Kanohi Mask of Strength.

OMGosh... it's Krahka!!! *hugs her incessantly* How you BEEN? I had no idea you had AIM! As it was, I've been gone for ages, I just got on again within the last month. It's crazy. I JUST ADDED YOU!! As long as your AIM name is the same one on your profile, I'll see you when you get on! I'm puller of plugs - it's that looong story from back in the BGC when RZ posted something racy, so I 'pulled the plug' on it... anyway. Isn't it the best?? I use it every once in a while, for a random punch line. People around here seem to get a kick out of it.

Here we go with scans of comic #2! Everything I said in the last entry is the same - it's a very worn comic, but scanned 'em as well as I could. They're .png's so they'll take a minute or five to download. Update: Here's my brickshelf folder with all the pages in .jpg format. Sorry, no thumbnails today!) ... I have so many regrets about not asking my parents to take me to McD's when they had the McToran-in-happy meals promotion!!

*bursts into hysterical laughter* Awesome, Cressona. Rock.

That was a lovely review, Tiome, but I'm actually posting to say that (in the un-canon Bionicle world) Hahli and Jaller are made for each other.... but she'll never be able to kiss Jaller in THAT mask, poor girl!

:3!! You are SOOO welcome! *Kopaka and Pohatu luv*

Then I'm glad you can see it again, Po! Nukora... I spend two days on the computer, scanning, re-scanning, enhancing color and cropping and uploading... and all you say is 'Yay!'? FOR SHAME! =P

Done. Keheh, edited a zillion times to correct bad typing.

In response to my first blog post, I have scanned the first Bionicle comic. And now I am putting the scans here, available for all of youse! (BEFORE SUNDAY, HH!) 'K folks, boring notes first. I have two copies of most of my older comics - including comic 1 - and these scans are from the better looking of the two! As you can tell, my comic has been abused well-loved. (I took it with me EVERYWHERE.) The cover is nearly falling off, there are more creases than you can count, and you can see the texture of the worn paper on every page. But they're decent scans, you should be able to see and read it all without much trouble. Not hi-res. (I have scanned EVERY single page, front cover to back cover! Even the page with the skateboarder dude on it!! So you're not missing ANYTHING. =P) They're a bit large, to ensure that you can see everything on each comic page. When you open the links up in your browser, it will probably shrink to fit the page, and then you can't read a cotton-picking word. Click on it to make it big enough to read! (You will have to scroll down to see the bottom, but so what?) Hope some people can enjoy these! I will be scanning more of the old comics, eventually. Ooohh thumbnails! (All images are PNG, so they'll take a few minutes to download) NEWSFLASH! Here's my brickshelf folder with all the pages in .jpg format! Now you don't have to wait for them to load or kick your slow com.

So last night went to spread some cheer to my friend Kay on the instant messaging thingy. Instead, we became mortal enemies: KKN_GN: It's Josie! Senjo: Why, it's Kay! Senjo: *runs up and hugs her firecely* ^^ KKN_GN : *eeek, is hugged fiercely* Senjo : ^^ KKN_GN: *hugs back fiercely and challenges Senjo to a HUG BATTLE* There was no way on Earth that I could turn down a challenge like that. Senjo : *GASP* Senjo : I accept! Senjo : *sumo hug* Kay was quick to retaliate: KKN_GN: *football quarterback hug* And so I decided to smother things with a low blow: Senjo: *Barney Hug* Senjo: Crowd: Gasp! But Kay knew how to fight fire with fire: KKN_GN: *Clifford Hug!* By the time we were through, we had created a most ingenius list of hugs. And we’ve never been better enemies. The final list looks something like this: KKN_GN: *Adoring father hug* Senjo: *I-want-some-of-your-fries hug* KKN_GN: *I-have-no-money-and-you're-holding-a-twenty hug* Senjo : *clingy little sister hug* KKN_GN :*snobby clique hug* Senjo : *let me test how far I can stretch my arms in this new shirt hug* KKN_GN: *sideways hug - for subtlety, and in the car* Senjo: *manly hug* Senjo: ... *the stiff 'I dislike everything about you but I'm going to kill you with politeness' hug* KKN_GN: The ... I am Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. Hug. KKN_GN: The. William. Shatner. Hug. Senjo: The 'it's Okay man, you can crash at my place' hug Senjo: the 'Man, I'm so glad it happened to you, not me' hug KKN_GN: The "I'm so glad you're here" hug. KKN_GN : The "You saved my life!" hug and the "I am indebted to you forever!" hug. Senjo: The 'You make me so happie' hug Senjo: The 'OMGosh I love you! OOH NO did I do that in front of everyone?' hug KKN_GN: The "I think I love you - so what am I so afraid of?" hug! Senjo: The "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!... DON'T you ever leave again!" hug KKN_GN : The ... Lederhosen hug! Senjo: ... putting a little leg into it, eh? KKN_GN: Oh yeah. KKN_GN: Ooh, the Moulin Rouge hug! KKN_GN: The bullet-time hug! Senjo: oo And soon after: Senjo: *the thank you for humoring me hug* Tolan: *The don't mention it hug.* Jo: *the I'm just so happy to be alive, and that you all are too, hug!* Which just goes to show that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent Florist Friars.

Actually, so was I. You want scans? YOU WANT SCANS? I'll give you SCANS! *goes off, muttering and ranting* Have you NEVER seen the original comics, Nukora? That is indeed a sad state of affairs that I shall have to fix for you. Procrastinator that I am, expect them scans before 2010. Arpy remembers!! I'm so happie. ^^ *dances with Arch-Angel*

I do, I do! *is glompted* It's so exciting. Hang on to your mask, Tiome, because things are going to get awesomer. And awesomer. Haiyo!

XD It's not the first time you've told me to get a blog! You told me the other day... and then a while ago... ... But YES, what HH says is da TROOF! *tosses an echo off the cold, new blog walls*

I am now the proud owner of this blog! It's HH's fault, it really is. XD Every other thing out of her, "You need a blog!" "So I was doing this thing last night - " "YOU NEED A BLOG!" "Okay, I'll get one eventually, I - " "ARE YOU A PM?" "Yeah - " "YOU NEED A BLOG!" "But I wrote this up an - " "Put it in the blog you don't have yet!" Bless her heart! <3 -------------------------------------- So last night I pulled out my special-edition copy of Bionicle Comic #1, with cover art by Ashley Wood, while looking for inspiration/design help for a project. I stared at the lovely cover art for a while, absorbing Ms Wood's fantastically awesomely chilling art. Then I decided to flip through the comic. And remembered. I saw Kopaka, just like I did the first time; he was piecing himself together on the beach, legs, then arms, and finally, his mask. *flips page* OMGOSH Sun setting/rising behind him and he's got a flippin' sword!1!1!! Then he starts his journey to find answers. He travels through the 'barren' icy wastes of Ko-wahi (which, for 'boring snowy backgrounds', are remarkably pretty. Kudos, D'anda (artist) and Sinclair (colorist)!) And look - it's little Matoro! He has seen the new Toa on the island! Kopaka's frozen the ground under him - it's amazing how much emotion and expression has been put into just these few panels on page 3, for 'robots' without 'faces'! And Kopaka keeps saying awesome things about himself. "Now I am whole. And the darkness cannot stand before me." "Interesting. The power is in me. The sword is but the focus." "I hate riddles." :3 … Ever notice how, in some new comics, every talks like the old hollywood version of knights errant? I mean really, they talk so cool and formal and proper. Then as the story goes on, things.. just… eventually revert to plain English. (TF's did that, ya know!) Then Kopaka and Matoro are ambushed…. And Kopaka saves Matoro… and in the middle where the staples are is the Rahkshi bios/advertisment… and then they run into Turaga Nuju… HOLY MAHA he's not clicking and whirring! Remember that, ya'll. He CAN talk straight, silly newbies. Take a moment. Remember the first comic? It Do you remember when Pohatu slammed into Kopaka with his rockslide? When Kopaka and Pohatu traveled up the mountain to claim Kopaka's first mask? When Kopaka found the other four Toa warriors? The lovely colors and new art? The pages that were so alive with these new ideas and stories? ARE YOU REMEMBERING!? THANK HEAVENS!! I thought I was all alone in this. ^^ If you can't remember, then go pull out your comics! And if you didn't get the comics, find somebody to led them to you, or to scan pages for you. Because you're missing out, you poor, deluded soul. *gently, so as not to crease them, hugs her comics and revels in the happiness of days gone by* Karda Nui or no Karda Nui, the Toa's first days on the Island of Mata Nui are the coolest. EDIT: I have scanned the first comic!! Go thither, click, and remember!