Zycie w Blekicie ver 3.0 - Detective Meagen

Thursday, October 31, 2002

NEWSFLASH: Piro out of job -- Megatokyo gone full-time -- see his rant for details.
There is only one truth... 11:15 AM

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

This is way cool.
There is only one truth... 1:32 PM

Sunday, October 20, 2002

And if anyone is wondering where that last post came from. The Relative Truth, the Best. Detective Conan. Fanfic. Ever.

Read too late at night, might I add.
There is only one truth... 6:54 PM

I think I'm asking for too much, relationship-wise.

I have a lot of different interests - most of them grouped in three large partly-overlapping categories of Computers, Anime/Manga and Comedy. They include, among others, Monty Python, fanfiction and MSTing, computer games such as: Albion, Septerra Core and Nethack, and the Current Favourite Anime Series (Detective Conan at this point).

The only (?!) thing I except from my close friends, and potential love interests, is to be interested in at least two or three of these. I just want my strange and unusual jokes to amuse someone other than myslef.

Let's take a look at people who've become close to me in this respect.

Magnesse, my best friend from High School, was for a long time a perfect match. Not only were my interests only starting to develop in those days, she also had a penchant for picking up interests from me. Anime, role-playing, fanfics, Pratchett books... That one incident (and resulting complications) aside, we clicked remarkably well. I learned a lot from her.
So where is she now? She pretty much stopped talking to me at the end of the last year. She drifted away from the Anime club and the RP circle. So did I. She got a boyfriend. I didn't. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was avoiding me. Since school ended I tried to re-establish contact, even invited her to my birthday party. Somehow, with all the promises of getting in touch again, with all the call-me's and I'll-call-you's, it all just came apart.
I could try harder. I could call every day, ask how she's doing, exchange some news. But somehow, I don't think we can ever get back past the casual talk stage. That clicking is just gone.

Next we have Egon Free(man/boy). Not caring much for Anime, at least not in the drool-over-bishes sense like me, but also a gamer, computer geek, and very similar sense of humor. We can spend a lot of time exchanging weird jokes, talking about games and so on. He was even unlucky enough to get something not unlike love from me - a deep, powerful and very, very short-lived piece of my feelings. I loved him for a time and still like him very much.
But let's be honest: he's two years younger than me. If we were both thirty-something, it wouldn't matter, but right now, it's a big difference. Plus he can get really, really tiring at some point. We're great pals, he's really fun to have around (and poke fun at mercilessly) when I'm in a good mood, and even a likely shoulder to cry on when I'm in a very *bad* mood, but it all just lacks... depth. I can't discuss the really interesting 'fics with him, for example, or the really twisted take on history featured in Albion.

Mizuumi-imouto-chan. My little sister, no matter what our respective parents might say. As a sister, we're very close and can discuss various intimate things. She's just as crazy as me, although not quite in the same way. We both mix reality and fiction, and she seems to pick up my quirks (being an all-powerful Creatrix) as well as I pick up hers (being the high priestess and future wife of Hypnos, the god of dreams).
But one thing that really bothers me in our relation is that we're *both* mixing reality and fantasy, and I'm never sure which one of us is more "out there". With Magnesse, we used to have this lovely dynamic where one of us would get very talkative/way out there/plain crazy, and the other would then immediately act as the quiet/down to Earth/reasonable one. Then, gradually, the roles reversed, and then reversed again, and so on. With Mizuumi, we're both in Wonderland, and someone's lost the map.

This also bothers me in one more way: we're never really ourselves when we talk, and I don't feel as if I really knew her. There's whole dimentions of her that I can only get to know second-handed, by reading her short stories/fanfics. And that just makes her almost... unreal to me. Like she was a character in a movie, and I only get to meet the actress playing her. I know, intelectually, that she's a real person with real problems. But she *feels* more distant than Shinichi Kudo (yeah, that bish on the left. paper and ink guy.).
Oh yeah, and she's even younger than Freeboy. She's got the whole bunch of problems I had when I was her age, and *then some*, so I just stop myself from talking sometimes, so I don't add *my* problems to that.

Susan "Zuza" S., a friend from before high school. We shared the same bus route. Bickered for a while, before realising that we were both weird in the same way. Became fast friends, despite glaringly different interests. She was into philosophy, and horses - unpredictalble animals, that listened to you or not as they fancied. I was into computers, and bikes - things that went where you wanted, the way you wanted. But we had the same kind of mind - intellectual, inquisitive, and always ready for a discussion.
We haven't really kept in touch all these years - one or two meetings, some phone calls. But she now studies Physics on the campus right across the street from mine, and we often meet. She was at my birthday, and we've already decided to compare schedules and pick out some good solid meeting times.
But up to now it's all been how's-your-day-mine-was-fine chitchat. That *depth*, those *discussions* I can still remeber (vaugely - what were they all about again?) are all gone. And in this case, I think it might be my own fault. I've lost that... drive, to intellectual pursuit. I only read Agatha Christie books and webcomics. I've stopped reading Unicorn Jelly and I can't remeber when I last picked up a Pratchett book. I'm only slowly warming up to the idea of *studying*. Those five years of French must've affected my brain more than I'd thought.

Katie. No, I can't write anything about Katie. All the others might find their way to this website, sooner or later. Katie won't. I feel as if I'm talking behind her back. Having been talked about behind the back all my life, I hate it and refuse to inflict it on anyone.

Anyways, in conclusion: I'm lonely. Very, very lonely. Will some guy reading this who knows me in real life please stand up? I don't bite. I'm fun to have around. Let me talk to you, be an intellectual partner, laugh at my jokes, and I'll feel morally obliged to sleep with you.

I mean, if you put up with me, it's the least I could do.

Please?
There is only one truth... 1:31 AM

(Old post. Needed to vent, as you can see.)

Why in the world am I bothering with this college crap? I should've been a policeman.

It may sound like hard work, with many dangers including gun-toting criminals, far-reaching mafia bosses and the occasional crazy guy blowing things up in a certain pattern. But actually, the job's fairly simple. Just find some nice spot where almost-but-not-quite-late college students need to cross the railtracks either when the barrier's down or even (shock and horror!) right next to but not quite on the official crossing. Why, that's almost jaywalking.

Anyway just stay in the vincinity and when one such student comes by, calmly ask for their ID and write a ticket. Easy money, practically no danger (except catching a cold on slower days). Students are generally non-violent people who can't afford guns and other dangerous objects. And lots of job satisfaction: there you are, protecting the nation's trains against inconsiderate young people who never stop to think what they're doing - I mean, they might get their insides smeared all over the tracks and who's going to clean that up?

So, in conclusion, fuck the police. Up the ass with a large dildo on a ten-foot pole. No need to go about touching them when you're fucking them up the ass.
There is only one truth... 1:29 AM

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

Okay, that's all the archives for now. Enjoy!
There is only one truth... 7:11 AM

Monday, October 14, 2002

I got a bit tired of my Shinichi wallpaper, so I decided to replace it with...

...another Shinichi wallpaper.

And here's one with Kid, Heiji and Conan that I'm using on my college account.
There is only one truth... 3:29 PM

Wednesday, October 09, 2002

Newsflash: The lecture halls are too warm. Combined with the Comfy Chairs (jarring chord) my body thinks it's still in bed (especially if I didn't get enough sleep at night) and keeps trying to initiate the "sleep" subroutine. I have to fight it all the time and it's really distracting.

Things to do to get more sleep:

1) Get driving license so I can go out fifteen minutes before lectures start, not forty-five.

2) Buy books, especiall for more boringsubjects, so I can skip the lectures (they're not obligatory).

3) Get Certificate of Proficiency in Engish so I can be free from English classes on Friday, 8 AM. (Mm, three-day weekend. a dream come true.)
There is only one truth... 9:58 AM

Saturday, October 05, 2002

More archives available. Please note that the "description" is different from the main page's and changes every few months. All pics which were not linked from someone else's website should work.
There is only one truth... 10:07 AM

Friday, October 04, 2002

Welcome! Welcome! Please note updated list of comics (mostly for my own benefit, when surfing from the campus) and the working archive, or at least beginning thereof. More of it coming soon.
There is only one truth... 8:18 PM

Taken from Tenchi's LJ...

The battle
Aha! I will kill u.
Say whut? I will *kill* u!
No, I kill u! *gasp* It is magic!
I killed u, I am so happy! Bah, I am dead.
Create your own NES Comic

There is only one truth... 10:46 AM

Thursday, October 03, 2002

Yay college.

Typing this from one of the computers on campus. Just got my account activated.

This morning was baisic logic and thigs like that. Spent two hours hunting the elusive tautology. Remarkable bird, the tautology. Beautiful plumage.
There is only one truth... 11:48 AM

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