Attention, attention: We have changed from root beer to orange juice as the beverage of choice.
I love orange juice. Actually I love most citrus juices, but orange juice is the best. Minute Maid makes a darned tasty juice, while Tropicana’s tastes a bit too “raw” for me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to heat up a corn dog, pour another glass of OJ and watch more Lain.
We’re now past all of the easy entries, all of the entries I could just knock off without much in the way of effort. From here on out, I have to come up with things, I have to stay awake enough to write them coherently, and I must at least attempt to keep the entries interesting enough not to be a complete waste of electrons.
Well, two out of three will do nicely, wouldn’t you agree?
I’m down to three episodes of Serial Experiments Lain. Huzzah. Dawn wants me to churn through Digicharat when I’m able. Who knows, maybe I’ll be too burned out on anime by then. Then again, what else will I do with my remaining eight hours?
Two thirds of the way through my twenty-four hours. Excellent. Now for the fun part.
I know, this thing’s pretty boring and you want somewhere else to be. There’s no Blogathon webring here (so how did you find me?) so… where can you go from here?
Go visit Mari. She’s cute, funny, smart, and doesn’t take stupidity laying down. (What she does take laying down is her business, not mine or yours.) Mari has been my friend longer than almost anybody else, and she’s damned good at being a real friend. You know, the kind who tells you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. She rocks, I tell you. Have I mentioned that she’s the Imperial Princess of Cute? Well, now you know.
Go visit Lilith. She’s sassy, forthright, principled and (oh yeah) sexy. We met because I was looking for taglines (most of the randomly-selected tags you see at the top of this page come from her collection) and what resulted was a quirky, fascinating friendship. Lil’s always trying to figure out what makes relationships tick, and has provided all kinds of valuable insight as I try to readjust and reorient my view of such things. Beyond that, she has a naughty turn of mind that comes through in unexpected and delightful ways.
Go visit Dawn. She’s the snarky, spiffy gal who roped me into an ongoing involvement with Sakura-Con, not to mention she’s the most generous contributor to my anime library. Supposedly she plays a mean game of Soul Calibur, but test results are inconclusive so far. (Heh.) We’re on one another’s brainwave far, far too often, though that can be a lot of fun. Dawn’s a die-hard Clamp fangirl, but I try not to tease her about that too much. (“Chii!”) Hey, how many people do you know of who named a computer Washuu? (That would be two, now.)
Hey, that was fun. I’ll have to do more of that… later. Stay tuned!
According to an ever-so-scientific quiz,
Feh! I’ll survive this thing, dammit. I’ll even complete it! (Heh.)
Wendi arrived from her DJ gig, flush with tip money. Woo hoo! I unloaded her van, and now she’s off to the store to pick up things we’ll need for tomorrow and what-not. Then she’s going to hit the hay since she has another very busy day ahead.
Lucky her. Sorta. At least I’ll have the luxury of sleeping parts of my day away tomorrow.
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Next time, a real entry. Honest…
