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Fuzzy (dfuzzy1) wrote,
@ 2004-08-13 12:02:00
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    Current mood: peaceful
    Current music:Rizelmine - Let's Do It (currently playing from the episode itself)

    more random shizzle
    ever since I got back from taiwan, I haven't had too many memorable dreams. up until now. I posted an entry yesterday because I actually remembered my dream, and the same thing goes for today. this one takes the cake as the most vivid, convoluted dream I've had in quite some time.

    I was preparing with a bunch of people for some kind of play/show that involved a bunch of sword duels. somehow, I was given the air sword, which looked like a sabre with a yellow blade. kinda reminds me of secret of mana. anyways, people started switching swords because they weren't happy with the ones that were assigned to them. when they saw my air sword, they all started bugging me for it. for a while, I kept it away from them, but then decided to swap with someone for a weaker blade, since I was confident that I could still kick ass with my skills.

    so the show starts, and I'm in the audience watching the action. the format was that anyone can go up there and perform, as long as you keep the play going. think of it as a big improv exercise. on stage, flames flare out of a door on the right, while some guy runs out and asks if anyone can help. a swordsman from the left comes out and dives into the door. the next scene was in the burning building, which quickly degenerated into a bunch of people dueling each other.

    suddenly I'm watching a bunch of mega man based duels on some kind of screen, using crappy renditions of the robots. in one duel, airman had these fan canisters on each shoulder, so he was walking really slow. after chucking them at his opponent (taking away half of his life and one bar respectively), he was back to regular speed. one particularly bad scene was when robots would leap into the air and change transformers-style into crappy cg flying mechs photoshopped in, where they would dive back towards their opponent. in one interlude, mega man was trying to get these small beret-shaped powerups in high gravity. there was one in the air that he couldn't reach, so he waited until the ground started falling away diagonally. just before he disappeared off the screen. he ran and jumped for the item. after that, he almost couldn't jump across the hole he made.

    then I was playing blaster master on the nes. actually, it was some kind of modified version because your vehicle had all kinds of crazy powerups like those in phalanx for the GBA (which I played briefly a few days ago). some guy was playing earlier, and he let me play while he left to do something. unfortunately, I hit an enemy and lost most of the powerups he worked hard for. after that, I was playing some flight simulation game where I was soaring around this bridge structure.

    scene changes. I'm waiting for my turn to come up in some piano competition. sarah thiessen walks by. we greet each other and then run off for some last-minute runthroughs on our required piece. in this competition, we had one required piece and one piece of our own. kind of like the solo contest for piano.

    then I'm sitting back in the audience with gail watching some multiplayer kirby game. she leans back on me and her fuzzy hair gets in my mouth. why she had fuzzy hair like me, I have no idea. but it felt really nice and relaxing.

    scene changes again. we're now at some complex out in the middle of the ocean. I can tell because of the metallic structure around me and the water splashing on the edge of the platform I'm standing on. gail asks me if I'm okay with it. I assumed she was talking about what happened earlier, and I fumble for an answer. she says she was talking about borrowing anime from me. I regain my composure and say it's fine. then my parents come by and tell me to give her a monetary gift for reasons unknown to me. it was supposed to be some multiple of 15 or 12, I can't remember. I do remember not having enough (even though I had around $30) and my parents yelling at me for it.

    finally, my family ends up at this hotel restaurant, after returning from some trip, with a bunch of asian adults that I assumed were our friends. we were eating lightly fried shrimp when my mom starts complaining about me eating too much on this trip. I counter that by saying I only ate twice like this and I don't even remember eating on the airplane. besides, those two meals of mine were expected if she wanted to go on this trip, which she did.

    all that was from last night. if you're still here reading this after going through stuff that you couldn't care less for, I salute you.

    watched the first episode of rizelmine. I already have it, but I stumbled upon The Anime Instrumentality Project and figured I should get better versions of it. plus I'm also getting Angel's Egg from them. apparently, they helped out the UT anime club in subbing the last 4 episodes of Brother, Dear Brother.

    anyways, "danna-sama" is such an ass. I don't see why rizel bothers to go for him. and I feel like I might lose a few brain cells after watching this. but I love the intro. has that light, airy style to it, from both the music and the singer. also has a tropical feel. and the intro itself is pretty simple and cute. nothing too convoluted. it also seems like the intro is longer than those in other series, which means they use more of the actual song. now I have to wait in a queue of 43 on irc to get the song.

    and I don't know how I forgot to mention this. it's about a fansubber who quit for ethical reasons due to the way most fans feel about licensed anime. it makes for good reading - both his farewell letter/rant and the (currently) 154 comments he got. I have a few posts of my own on there too. just look for "DFuzzy1".



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