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![]() Sugar & Spice... WMC is an eclectic muse of the soul. She enjoys the melodious tinklings of soft celtic strains and persian notes swirling around her in a vortex of grandissimo and wind. Cuddled by the soft da'ing murmurs of fantasy she enjoys the luxury of reading... sampling literary works of all sorts enjoying the rich texture of comparative religions, cultures, and stories. She enjoys the arts and dabbles in them. Her imagination runs rampant along the eddies of fascination and obsession with da'ing blue-haired monks, and other characters which sensuously caress her soul. Dreamy Memories... 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 Visited in Dreams... Pillow Book Random Characters Visions of Conquest Genki Pitas Spinel Citrus Dreams Mindscrew Sans Seimei? Mondai Nai Rare Dreams... For Sale Arslan MP3's Touch MP3's WMC's Juke Box X-Japan's Ballade Songs Dreamy Fun... Okashina Okashi Megatokyo Hanami-Gumi: Anime/Manga Review & News Engrish Seimei's Ignisfatuus Flax-Golden Tales Endlessly Clear White Rence's Hanayume Nellie's Kailing's Chicken Scratchings Ohsaka Gakuen Detective Conan's Casefiles Unofficial Mitsuru Adachi Page Amano's World UshiCon Ask the Seishi Tin's A Princess and Her Knight Crystal Tokyo Gundam Wing Addiction Boys in Chains Shakespeare's Works Book of the Five Rings Enchanting Lists... Jareth & Sarah Fics Det. Conan SASSE; Kenshin Clamp Bistro: fun! Det. Conan Fics Hana Yori Dango Hana Yori Dango Fics Fushigi Yuugi FanStuff Anime Officers Mitsuru Adachi Nakago Watase Yuu Shitajiki You're Under Arrest Fics Anime & Manga Sales Clamp Fics Weib Kreuz Fics Aoshi & Misao Fics DJ ML NYS ML UshiCon Staff FY: Dino List Clamp ML Kenshin Disc Fic ML Sleepless Thoughts... : Anime: Gravitation Fics in Progress: The Telling Price Shared Dreams... Clone-chan: Hold Still! Heart-sib: I had a great time! I hope you can come visit me again soon. Found In My Dreams... Birthday: Sept. 29 AIM: wmchichiri ICQ: 12652177 Y!M: wmchichiri e-mail: wmchichiri@yahoo.com Return to Seika.Org Site design by WMC © 2001. Site sponsored by Pitas. |
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It appears I am taking after my paternal side of the family. For the last year or two I have been slowly discovering a growing contingent of grey hairs. They seem to be sprouting from the top of my head in the middle, where I usually part my hair. I'm not particularly disturbed by the fact I'm greying, afterall it is a part of life. I do not dye my hair either. It gives me some credence in graduate school. I'm usually a junior to my fellow students by a minimum of a decade. But mainly, it doesn't affect me in any negative way. I don't have to worry about a job where I have to look "young." But, I do try to yank the grey's when I can get a hold of them out, because if I don't, my mother will, and my touch is far gentler that hers. -_- I just pulled one out only a few moments ago, and I am dumbfounded, and frankly demand a medical and scientific explanation (darkFax, hope you're up to the challenge). I measured the hair length (hey I was curious to see how long my hair is now). It measured at 2.5 feet. It was primarily silver, however, for the 8 inches closest to the root, and the root, the hair was not silver, but myusual brown auburn color. OK, so why on earth was the end silver, but the root brown? I mean doesn't that defy the logic of the thing? It's just irksome to me. That's all. So far Seimei has been the only person to even attempt my pita quiz, and well there's lots of room for improvement and better scores! *pouts* No one wants to play with me... Seimei's birthday, as well as Usagi's and Tamyris' are next month. I'm stumped on what on earth to get the boogers. HELLOOOOO *waves them down* Hints would be *APPRECIATED*. DarkFax: Good luck today on your interview! Clone-chan: If you're reading this... goddamnit you netwench. Why the bloody earth didn't you tell me about your new blog site >_< I kept going, and going, and going to your live journal and it was never updated. You're bloody horrible with e-mail, and it's the only way I can keep in touch with you and what's happening in your neck of the woods. >_< Yes I'm irked and annoyed. Baka. I've been doing some work on web-related stuff lately. Scary ne? And with help of a new fanart by Yanwen, and some brainstorming by Seimei... I have a working rough prototype for a new design *FINALLY* of my much neglected DA Club. YEAH! *snapshot* A lovely Venetian nocturnal vista clit by candle and torch light shimmers softly in the background of a picture. In the foreground is a modern day, scar-less, Chichiri dressed to the nines and very droolable. "Enjoying the vacation. I'll be extending it to go do a thorough job of Bulvaria." WMC growls, wads the picture up and throws it behind her, clunking off of Yasushi's forehead. Tenshin eeps. Muttering she types angrily away at her keyboard, a mantra of obscenities and Simpson references escaping "mother f*cking Suzaku monk of a procrastinating b*st*rd..." "urge to kill rising... RISING." WMC proceeds to bang her head against the keyboard.... [pjiŻhinpim rgpiomj iopjm mniezujnm , g4l;mkne rmlkvcanj fwelknj wrgnjkgrek;njabfd <--- forehead typing on keyboard, not recommended. WMC chibifies and collapses into a miserable sobbing lump atop her keyboard. "muse... need muse...." she sobs into Tenshin's chest as he carefully gathers her up, soothing away keyboard impressions from her face. "How can I ever get all these FICS written without my muse?!?!?" WMC waves at the stack of her notes for: A Tangled Web, Telling Price, the continuation of the Tempering, Stranger from the Past, Sanctuary, Fevered Season, Haunted, and Hanging on by a Thread. "And... none of the characters will let me make them muses." Shinichi Kudo is being more of a bastard than Schuldich! Subaru keeps trying to write himself into Tellign Price where he doesn't belong! Saitoh is smirking too god damn much about Tokio, and blushign to get any work out of him. And Jareth, is annoying me by continually re-arranging my wardrobe, and parading about in new outlandish costumes.... and Omi is trying to put the moves on Rei... acting like a mini Yohji, all sweet and Omi innocent one moment, and a devilish Yohji bastard the next. ARGH, ARGH, ARGH. And Kenshin just told me he's sorry and must continue his story...." "MEN!" At that precise moment, there is a knock at the door, and Sgt Changa (of the AoC division) is on the other side. WMC's eyes glint evilly as Yasushi opens her door, speculatively, ponderingly.... Chang finds himself shucked of his clothes and reclining nude and in ropes on WMC's desk, with the artistic Renaisance cloth drape over him.... "Be a muse." She urges. Chang looks... much put upon. WMC switches out his clothing again, slipping him into a silvered blue cheongsam, with slippers, and his hair flowing free... and tries to play some chinese checkers with him... Jareth smirks, takes Chang off, and he returns in a pair of Jareth tights and a poet's shirt. WMC takes one look and "ARGH's" MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BISHOUNEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! She relapses into muttering again. Meanwhile her muse, Chichiri, is extending his around the world tour, which was supposed to have lasted a month, and instead has lasted for 2 years.... Yasushi sighs and starts gathering up the thrown and broken computer disks, and wads of paper into bags for recycling purposes, so they can actually walk through her bedroom again. I took the hentai purity test: I answered "yes" to 93 of 110 questions, making me 15.5% hentai pure (84.5% hentai corrupt). Be very, very afraid @_@ I set up a little test for some of my friends, and was frankly surprised by the results @_@ The only question everyone has gotten correct was who is my favorite anime character. But despite the test I was a little annoyed I'm allowed at most 10 questions... so, following in DarkFax's tradition of his pita questionairre, I'm gonna have one too! Warning, some of these MAY be trick questions. Each "answer" for each section of a question, listing, etc, is worth 1 point each.
E-mail response to me at: wmchichiri@yahoo.com. Ushicon went well.. although I was very frazzled. Having only 16 hours sleep in 5 days can do that to a person. Art Show made enough profit to cover the cost of making our boards. So in future years we won't have to make that sort of investment in art show :) Except for some zip ties every so often. The yaoi panel I hosted was... great! We were louder than the music video panel next door, and security (our security) heard us down the hall, the room was PACKED, standing room only, and we were all just snickering, and giggling, and chortling. And we did have around 10-12 guys in the audience, and a couple of parents (which really surprised me). I opened up a doujinshi I had bought earlier (nothing too graphic :P) and said "oooh, ahhh... pretty men... SHIRTLESS! And people wonder why we like yaoi." I also shared the "yaoi" joke: Yamete Atashi Oshiri Itai. (translation: Stop, my (female form) ass hurts.) And if I guy were saying it, he would be in female form in "that" sexual context we know it points too. The cels and shitajiki panel went ok, the room was about 1/3 to 1/2 full. I went over some basics on cels and shitajiki,and then we broke apart and started going through each other's loot ^_^ There was this beautiful fanart in the art show. It was an ornately framed mirror, with a beautifully painted Belldandy cel over it which was then overlayed by a piece of clear glass etched for "angel wings" People were fighting each other over it, politely, but still :P And the artist is... *slurps* Can I take him home? He was cosplaying as Hotohori, and *LOOKED* the part, but definitely more male than female in appearance. He was asian too. Was nice and lithe, great smile, LONG hair. And I have his e-addy! *chants* Granted that's cause I wanted to try to work out a Chichiri commission similar in concept to that fantastic Belldany. :) Saturday night we tried out a new thing, Shoujo PJ Party. from 11pm-4am we showed shoujo: Baby Love, Blue-Green Years, Fancy La-La, and all attendees in the video room were encouraged to be in their pj's and fuzzy slippers with their stuffed animals, pillows and blankets :) We had doll bitch slapping theatre, pillowfights (we were careful around the video equipment) and many a snide remark and giggling, by 3am I de-bra'd, and somehow Usagi ended up wearing it on her head. She was Gopher head, and her hubby is con-chair. I was speaking with Usagi the other day, me and my Legolas fetish, her with her hobbits... We came upon a thought. I bet it would be a 'cultural" thing to express love (the way Tayledras exchange feathers in Mercedes Lackey's books) amongst elves by nuzzling the ear of their person of affection. And isn't that a nice warm, yummy thought? *melts* Seimei had some of her artwork in the Art Show, and it all sold, and she can't believe it. She's such a doubting Thomas when it comes to her own artwork. Even more than that, she had requests for comissions, and I forwarded those onto her. Everyone start saving for Ushicon 2, we're working on some kick ass guests. I can say no more than that. You ask me anything and I'll tell you we're getting Roger Rabbit, ok? So don't even try it. Don't try to play guessing games. I will ignore it. ^+^ Yes I realize I have been grossly negligent in updating my pita as of late. I've been re-adjusting to the new semester, both with the new work schedule and responsibilites, and my new graduate classes. But far more time consuming and nerve-wracking then this, I have been preparing for Ushicon. I'm in charge of Art Show & Auction, a Yaoi panel, a Shitajiki & Cel Collecting Panel, and the Shoujo PJ Party. I've also helped out with a few things on Registration and Video Staffs as well. I've had very little sleep the last 3 days getting everything together and packed. And I'm leaving now! ^_^ I'll be out of touch for a while! Here's hoping that Ushicon is a big success! Bonzai! I have begun catching up on the various back-logged e-mail in my accounts. It has indeed been a long time for some of that e-mail. I had a few messages dating back to late October. But I am now all caught up, and that is a tremendous relief. Well at least electronically, I owe a few person's snail mail. I am relieved academcially on several fronts. My financial aid (which was denied me because my GPA dropped last semester due to circumstances involving my back and the medication for it) has now been reinstated after an appeal I made was approved. I am ecstatic, to say the least. I am also greatl relieved to see the syllabus for my one class the other night. The workload compared with that class to English is far far different. My new humanities curriculum seems to be far more reasonable in homework. I'll have to wait and see if that proves true for my last class that I will attend for the first time later this evening. But indeed it is a new year, and a new graduate life for me, and so far things seem to be doing well. I returned from an out of town meeting for Ushicon stff this weekend. Things are shaping us as we approach the con (Feb. 1-3). In some ways I can't way, in others... I'm a bit nervy. However, at the moment I'm plain annoyed, mad, and irked. I got a ride down and back with a friend. We've been making this commute for years now. To visit friends, etc. And I had always supplied a tank of gas. Last time the baka stopped up and shoved me with a second tank. I had a migraine and just wanted to get home to my bed so didn't argue it much and filled it up. However, I made things clear before we left that I wasn't doing this again. So we leave here with half a tank, make it all but an hour to our destination and I fill up the tank of gas. This tank is used to drive from one side of Austin to the other over the weekend, and is used for the entire trip back. And the baka has the audacity to say I *OWE* him gas. My tank of gas had covered more than 2/3 of all the driving that weekend. In the end I didn't pay it, but I was so MAD. On top of which, after switching off driving, the baka goes the wrong way down a one-way street into oncoming traffic and is a smart mouth for the entire evening back. I am *NOT* driving with this baka again. >_< MAN, vacation is always too short. School resumes tomorrow for everyone, and I do have my first class in the evening. I was considering looking into some voice acting auditions for an anime company tomorrow... but decided against it. I can't afford to be late, since I'm missing one class for each of my graduate classes for Ushicon. Not to mention, I'm fighting off some sort of respiratory ailment and I'm all congested. I'm not at my best anyhow. What's currently being casted is also a series that my voice talents are not suited to, except for some small rolls. I'd rather wait until they cast for something else, a particular series which I know they have picked up but haven't announced yet, so I'm not saying. I guess it's ironic, for all my complaining of dubs... that I'm considering trying for some dubbed parts. :) I resolve, like Truth and her father, to become a hobbit. it's a six step program:
Firstly birthday wishes are in order, Heero happy birthday. Allow me to treat you to dessert next time I come down to visit you and Usagi. Congly and happy birthday to you a few days in advance. I spent New Years at my roomie's parents. Several of our friends came over. We just kicked back and relaxed, had a formal dinner with the trimmings and watched movies. At around 2am we went out for coffee and food to one of the few 24 hour places around here. My roomie decided that we should dress up. She was wearing a prom type dress, pink, and a tad to small. With my abilities long learned at zipper tracks from stuffing over packed suitcases I got her zipped up, while me and my other friend are laughing and chastising her. Be comfortable! The dress required a corset as well, it was hilarious she couldn't walk normally! Later she changed to a different dress, still prom formal, but the later one was fall more flattering on her both in style and color, and far, far more comfortable. I recall being in the living room and hearing her scream from down the hallway in her bedroom as our mutual friend was getting her in the corset something along th elines of "that hurts". So we called her Pretty Pretty Princess all night long, and she preferred to be called the "leader" as in the Simpsons reference. This past year... was full of strife. Well before September 11th, there was graduate school. I feel so dumb, as if my intelligence has been reduced to kindergarten levels. I have now endured a year's worth of graduate school and I can easily say that grad school is the most challenging endeavour I have ever attempted. I feel forced into a difficult position, maintain full-time status so I can have medical coverage through my parents while attempting a far too full course load (1 class is the equivalent of full-time status as an undergraduate by the amount of work required), or drop below full-time status which frankly I *WANT* to do but lose medical coverage. Considering my multitude of health problems, it is not an easy decision to make. The thing I hated most this year.... would be a tie between Dr. Frank's classes, or soldering in jewelry. The most anticipated thing of the year... the Lord of the Rings movie, and I was *NOT* disappointed. My favorite quote of the year: "Do one thing every day that will scare even Darth Maul. Yes." - Yoda. Thing I updated most: Sometimes I doubt I updated my pita as frequently as I did the links to Tin's current blog, or live journal, or pita, or what have you. The little vixen needs to stay in one place. Ahou. Most head turning thing I've said this semester: "How I'm paying money to learn about sex in graduate school." and "I became a pimp." Fun with Keegan: "sheets smell good", "laid in your bed", and "floofy hair!" (read previous pita entries for explanations) Personal traumatic experiences survived: "Seeing a car flip voer the divide and head straight for me" and "living through Tornado nummber 3" Though the most striking event f the year is without peer, the entirety of the terrorist attacks on America. I gave more entries to that one event than any other. In retrospect... it is hard to imagine how things were *before* it all happened. It seems far removed. I do agree with the mayor of New York on building the viewing platforms however. I think it is important, especially for the children to view the products of such an attack. They have to remember the atrocities, or when the leadership and administration of this country falls into their hands they will forget the necessity of security and lessons already learned at terribly high prices. The enormity of the world trade center ruins... is nothing a camera can ever hope to capture. For the destruction far exceeds the capablities of a single frame. Unlike many other Americans I was cognizant of the lack of security at airports. After having travelled to Israel, the American concept of security in comparison was laughable. I neve had the false sense of security most Americans did, but even the terrorist plot surprised me. It was cleverly planned, and the damage defied imagination even when presented with footage. For my parents generation, everyone seems to recall distinctly where they were when they heard of JFK's assasination, perhaps time will show that indeed Septmember 11th will be a similar experience for our generation. Even today the majority of allt her newscasts begins with how "America Fights Back" this has only been usurped a couple of times in Texas with winter storm warnings. Winter Storms here consist of ice primarily, and are highly lethal on average. At the heart of this mess are my friends from NYC, who even BEFORE the terrorist attack were ahving a shitty year in several regards. I think that the American conscious can't see how this coming year could be WORSE, and are trying to put things behind them and move on. I'm evil, DarkFax even says so in his pita. I feel so proud. My parents would concur. wmchichiri: I got chased out of my parents houseSo everyone else, please do call him "BAKA." There's always something whimsical about Christmas for me. It is never truly Christmas until I have enjoyed singing carols (if even only in my own shower), read my much loved and worn edition of the Nutcracker, and.... listen to the Nutcracker Suite. My all time favorite carol would have to be "White Christmas." It embodies so much of my childhood memories. So this holiday I'm dreaming of a Chichiri Christmas: ![]() So, here's hoping Santa will reward my lecherous fangirl desires. I'll be eagerly awaiting my monk in my new "naughty" pj's. (They say naughty on them :P). To everyone I hope you have a good Christmas, even if you don't celebrate it. getting back into the swing of things now that I'm catching my breath from my past semester, I've put new mp3's up at WMC's Jukebox. Enjoy! There's Hikaru no Go, Hellsing and I returned all my Touch songs back to the Permanent Collection, as well as all the Chichiri related songs from Fushigi Yuugi. Enjoy. Despite the fact I'm operating on 3 hours sleep after not getting out of the movies till after 2am last night... I do not regret in any way, shape, or form having attended opening night of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. The eagerly anticipated film lived up to all the hype and the fan's expectations (I do believe). I should warn everyone the movie is approaching the 3 hour mark, so easy on the soft drinks. The soundtrack is striking. Very beautiful. The acting was superb. The golem... was very well depicted. Legolas was... a human, or rather elven, bishounen! And I thought I'd finally giving up on my blonde haired fetish from my childhood. *shlam* Guess not. *leceherous hehehe* The elven ears were cute, just with a slight point to them, and I liked that. Made me want to do a Kagome number on the ears like she did to Inu Yasha, reach out and fondle. KAWAII. Although I nearly killed SailorDot & Keegander who accompanied me to the movies for all their homosexual wisecrack Frodo & Sam Wise comments towards the end of the movie. Keegander was literally kicking his feet with laughter throughout much of the end of the film. *glares icily at him* We arrived at the theatre 2 hours before the film, and was first in line to our showing. We stacked dice, tormented one another, and otherwise wiled away the time. There was a theatre employee who we believed to be gay, was studying to be a hair dresser and said and I quote "my old boyfriend's friend said..." Poor Keegander, we think he was coming on to him, and Keegander has of late had problems with men hitting on him. In a way I can understand. Keegander is a very sweet guy. He lets me floof his hair. ^__^ After the movie we began discussing the second movie... and we're curious to see how they will handle that one. The second book in the LotR trilogy is primarily plot building. Alliances are made, political manuevers are set. The second book primarily follows Merri and his hobbit companion as well as the other remaining Fellowship of the Ring sans Frodo and Sam Wise. The second book if not executed well will bore the audience. Granted unlike previous film adaptations of the book (the animated version) this version seems to be bringing the embedded love stories out into the foreground. Previous versions barely touched on these aspects. This may be what saves the second movie from boring the audience. One ring to rule them all one ring to find them one ring to bring them all And in the darkness bind them. *cackles* At long last the movie I've been dying to see ever since I first heard of it at least 3 years ago opens today! *gets down and does a da dance of joy* I'm going with some friends tonight to a late 10:45 in the evening showing. We got our tickets over the weekend for it. Someone else I knwo is going with their friends to 2 showings today. Although if you do plan to go here's something to think about, the movie is nearly 3 hours long (sans trailers supposedly). UGH, today is supposedly the day grades are posted. I'm not even gonna bother to find out mine tomorrow. I can get all moodily depressed then isntead of now. I'll be heading over to Kohl's after work. They're having a sale today. They're fine jewelery which has up to now been 60% off will be 70% off today, and their watches are on sale too. I'm in the market for a dress watch and I figured with discounts like that it wouldn't hurt to see if any of their fine jewelry picques my interest. We're having a holiday party at my apartment Frida night, I can finally give Seimei her gift, as well as Erinn, and my anime club Secret Santa his. The wearer of the ring.... The bearer of the ring.... ooooohhhhooooohohohohohohohooohhh. I finally got my mp3's back up and online, I'll be adding more songs sometime next week. Anyway check them out at WMC's Juke Box. Well, graduate school hell is now, as of 20 minutes ago when I turned in my last assignment, _OVER_. And am I ever thankful that it is! I thought I was going to have a heart attack from all the stress of this semester! I'm not looking at particularly outstanding grades though... Ah well, I did the best I could under the circumstances. (I've had repeated severe health problems this semester. You try doing reading through graduate level materials when you're in a haze of pain plus fuzzy-minded from the medication.) >_< Anyway, I thought some of you may be interested in a sampling of the sort of stuff I go through. ********************************* Excerpt: Medieval English Lit - Final Paper The Pearl: Through a Jeweler's Eyes ********************************* The Pearl-poet cleverly utilizes descriptive imagery associated with burnishing. The poet writes: Dubbed wern alle žo downe3 syde3The narrator of the poem has come across the garden. The fact that the place is shimmering and gleaming with burnished silver suggests that the garden has been completed. The creator, God, acting like a jeweler, has set the final touch upon the Garden; he burnished the leaves. He also like a jeweler treating pearls, has ground and polished the strand of pearls he possesses. Pearls were whitened and polished using a variety of methods. Compounds of potassium, vinegar and lemon were used. Sometimes they were restored with rice flour or dust produced from drilling. Sometimes a domesticated bird was encouraged to swallow a lusterless pearl so that passage through the birds intestinal track would clean and polish the stone (Donkin 261). The poet seems to utilize this concept of finishing off a piece of jewelry with burnishing and polishing later in the poem when the jeweler comes across the Pearl Maiden. Except whereas the previous excerpt seemed to allude to the finished worked of the Garden, the new allusion references the attire and role of the Pearl Maiden. The Pearl Maiden is clothed in white, the color of purity, but is also bedecked and bejeweled with pearls in both her clothing and the crown she wears. The poet writes: A py3t coroune 3et wer žat gyrle,Here the Pearl Maiden has become the setting of the pearl, her clothing operating in a role similar to the metal of a bezel or prong setting. The fabric of her clothing is burnished white, which supports the jewelers imagery. The Pearl-poet clearly writes that the pearl was set on her breast. The connotation and connection with the jewelers craft is discernibly evident and unquestionable. Additionally, the textual content seems to suggest that her clothes are embroidered with pearls. Using pearls in embroidery of fabric was originated and mastered by both the British and the Italians (Donkin 252). This small reference suggests and supports an inner knowledge of the Pearl-poet and the jewelers craft. ********************************* End Excerpt |