Hey YA’LL.

Abandon ship over to the new home base hosted on talkoncorners.net, exact same blog and content, some cool new functionality — for example, how would you like to leave comments with your lj username utilizing OpenID? That’s right folks, I learned how to use a plugin for ya’ll. That’s love. This site will stay up until the end of this week!

Also! No need to go nuts and start making new feeds — the old pru_feed on lj is being migrated as we speak, so just hold your horses! LJ support has me by gunpoint here, folks.

Something about seeking and finding, and the drive to look.

One day, I think, I’ll write a story that reflects this idea, but really, I will wish more that somebody would say it to me.

I should know better. But.

Instead of knowing better, I went following pretty doujin-art icons of one of my first anime shounen-ai pairing loves — TezuFuji of That Gay Tennis Anime With Middle Schoolers (Shut Up! I Know, Okay? GOD. Just GO FUCK YOURSELF.) Er, also called Prince of Tennis — appropriately shortened to PoT. Sadly, not shortened into CRaCK.

On the plus side, it made me think of my own PoT fanfiction — which in turn is why I’m sitting around at midnight working on my website, which yes, I know, I have neglected something horrible.

VICTORY.

Hey ya’ll. I mentioned a while back that I’d be in Seattle for the summer — sadly, every lead/attempt/effort I’ve made to find a non-rapist roommate and/or place to sublet has fallen through. If anybody has ANY suggestions or leads for the Seattle area, I’d probably love you until I died.

And if you’re seeing this twice, it’s because I’m also posting it on my Livejournal. YEAH SEE I AM THAT DESPERATE.

HOUSING ACQUIRED. EVERYBODY RULES. WILL NOT BE DEAD INA BOX IN SEATTLE AFTER ALL. WHO WANTS TO HANG OUT THIS SUMMER?

Desperately seeking SOMEWHERE.

Hey ya’ll. I mentioned a while back that I’d be in Seattle for the summer — sadly, every lead/attempt/effort I’ve made to find a non-rapist roommate and/or place to sublet has fallen through. If anybody has ANY suggestions or leads for the Seattle area, I’d probably love you until I died.

And if you’re seeing this twice, it’s because I’m also posting it on my Livejournal. YEAH SEE I AM THAT DESPERATE.

S.O.S.

I have realized — the course of writing A Thing — that my continued and unrelenting desire to mike either K or Roy Williams or preferably Sidney Lowe during games is for more than prurient interest. Does anybody know where I could get a good game-transcript of what the COACHES are saying? Or something of that nature?

Horrifying, just horrifying.

My trip today to the local Borders Books & Music revealed to me the following:

• Murakami Maki is writing/drawing a sequel to Gravitation.
• No, not one of “those” sequels — and if you know what I’m talking about, you totally know what I’m talking about, because I can never see the word “remix” again without turning bright red and muttering, “anal beads — anal beads.“
• (Because, Jesus, there were a lot of fluids in those, my God, right?)
• (Anyway.)
• She’s drawing/writing a sequel called Gravitation Ex.
• It turns out she and I share a dealer, because folks, I am not exaggerating: she gives Shindou and Yuki a baby.
• The baby already calls Shindou “mama.”
• It burns. It burns.

Potential story title?

“This was the point an old Akkadian author was trying to make when he spoke of neighboring tribes as people ‘who knew not grain’ and who ‘had never known a city,’” written by W.R. Jones in a paper 30 years ago about the concept of “barbarians.”

“Never known a city,” kind of haunting, isn’t it?