Well I must apologise for lack of living. Once again I was surfing along happily before the eldritch tentacle of real life clamped down and dragged me beneath the surface.
But once again I've managed to escape that hideous unnameable thing, so with luck I will---do stuff?
Really, my presence online is going to be decreasing because real life is consuming my very soul, however I felt it was time to put forth an initiative that I've been thinking about for a while.
You see, one of the rea
I dare you to find me a more beautiful song.
NOTE: This is taken soley from fansubs and may be incorrect--frankly I don't care because this version rocks the socks anyhow.
Sousei No Aquarion - Akino (Op version)
On that day the world began, under the tree of life
The two of us heard the distant reverberation of whales singing
Where do I wander off to now, embracing...
In my arms all the things I have lost and loved?
The answer lurks within the amber sun
Had I not met it, I would
The Toa Mistika, the latest hot-button issue amongst BIONICLE fans. If you like them you're considered a noob who knows nothing or at best a supporter of the dreaded focus groups, if you don't you're clearly a purist who worships the very ground 2001 stands on.
So, what are my thoughts?
Well, I'm going to be misleading and cruel =D. Y'see, this is Mistika I, the first part of the article which deals with the setup and background for the advent of the Mistika. This will be a multiple par
Beards are hot and cool and funny
An' nobody's got a better one than my honey.
She twists her hair all 'round under her chin
An' everytime I see it I get a big silly grin
I love her beard so much, it I'd gladly marry
But If I told her that, things would get hairy.
Blah blab blah Mistika-debate-hate. It's gettin' old, people. CHILL.
I have no problem with meaningful discussion, but that is HARDLY MEANINGFUL DISCUSSION.
Listen to some Creed and CHILL.
I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
I feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man
I am Janus, I am ancient, I am ageless, I am omnipotent.
And I do not exist.
I am a shell, a false face that someone masquerades as, I am nothing more than a mask that allows a living flesh and blood human to do his work online. I do not, have not, and will never exist except in his mind, and perhaps in yours as well.
My name is Robert, a quaint name but the one that I am blessed with.
Why am I writing this? Is it ego? An overinflated sense of self?...That may be part of it, but
There is a scourge across our fair board, a scourge so devious and so malicious that it seems to infect every last member. It's a parasite that seems to grow stronger and stronger as leaps voraciously from one host to another...
What is this deadly parasite? It's called an opinion.
An opinion is a deadly and cruel thing, and anyone with an opinion should be openly mocked and ridiculed, for this is the only cure for such an infectious disease. Only with this cleansing fire can the parasi
I've received exactly THREE reports for the ENTIRE day, guys.
It really doesn't take much to report innaproriate content, and it makes my life far easier, I can't browse every section of the forum every day, I still need to teach little ones how to kick serious butt.
You wanna call BZP staff fascist, good for you.
You actually want to talk to someone and show that you're above the age of five, feel free to talk to me.
AIM - Janus262
MSN - Prince_Janus@Hotmail.com [i made it when I was seven, deal with it >= ( ]
Seriously folks, I suggest you stop demeaning the staff on this website until you do their work, we're not fascist, we're not dictators, and we're not mean-spirited. People who abuse their power are banned. Be they staff or otherwise.
Okay guys, that's it. It's time to sit down, simmer down, and just CHILL.
I (as in I as a person, rather than I as a Global Moderator) am SICK of the constant bickering and back-and-forth going on all over the forums. Including right here in my own blog.
I FULLY support debates, and enjoy them quite a bit, truth be told. But this isn't debating, there is nothing respectful or even civilized. This is a constant nattering between two groups who refuse to listen to each other.
So stop
YES. UPDATE TWO IS SEMI-ON TIME. I still have half-an-hour my by clock. Hush.
I've also decided to split this group up more than I'd anticipated. This marks the Introduction to BIONICLE: Judgement, 2004 and 2005 will be covered in subsequent entries.
Not much preamble this time. In fact this is it, once this sentence ends the preamble ends. Period.
BIONICLE: Judgement
A Reimagining
For those of you wondering, BIONICLE: Judgement is the current name of my long-standing alternaverse--
Okay, so my schedule sucks. A lot. I doubt I will ever be able to actually commit to it.
yeah, I have issues with commitment.
But nevertheless, I am here again, and will HOPEFULLY hit every update this week (Hah, fat chance, Janman)
ANYWAY
RUBY GLOOM
I love this show, I don't care if it's for kids, I adore it in every way that is humanly possible. I love it the way a man is supposed to love a children's TV show--exhuberantly.
For those of you not in the know, Ruby Gloom is a c
Again I die and break my schedule, I know, I know.
Its been a crazy week, and I'm tired. In fact I should probably save this for the Monday update, but I wanna get it out of the way. Or something like that.
Anyhow.
On the current state of BIONICLE
I'm not happy.
Strong words to start off with, I know, but it's true. I'm simply not happy with BIONICLE at this time.
Now, before the accusations begin pouring in that I've grown out of it, or I'm a 2001-2003 fan, or something l
And hark I hear the angels sing!
Yes, up until now my computer has been sporadic and a general nightmare, interrupting my schedule and my planned updates (Monday, Wednesday, Friday, by the way)
BUT, now that I have a UPS (Universal Power Supply) for my computer I. AM. BACK. And it feels so good!
So without anything futher, I bring to you to the main purpose of this deranged entry.
WHY MY ROOM IS A NIGHTMARE
My room is rather small.
Not super small, not by any great stretch, bu
So I believe I'm actually attempting to get myself into some sort of warped and disturbed schedule. As though I was trying to give all two of you who read my blog some sort of regular basis on which you could read my disconnected and generally insane thoughts.
No, I don't know what I'm smoking. Chances are I shouldn't be, though...whatever it is.
So with enough lead-in, let's get right to the point of this entry.
The Claidi Journals
Now, let me go on record as saying I cannot beli
'lo all.
I'm actually going to make the odd attempt to update this blasted thing every once in a while. Especially as I have set out my entries ahead of time. I'm actually working on a deadline or something, it's rather creepy.
Now, first off, some things I neglected to mention about Gurumin:
A. The little girl fights with a DRILL. Giant magic drill, it's fairly awesome. In addition to this, every strike you make levels up your drill, and there are up to three levels to achieve--howeve
Okay guys, so I've been dead, I've been really, really, really dead.
Like, zombified even.
But I'm back now, I'm unsure who cares, but I'm kindasortamaybeprobablynot back.
And now that my preamble is out of the way, let's head into the main entry.
GURUMIN: A MONSTROUS ADVENTURE
Now, no doubt somebody will accuse me of not using the proper title, as the subtitle of "A monstrous adventure" wasn't on the original PC version of Gurumin--but I don't care, I played the PSP version f
A young boy once asked a willow
“Why is that you weep?”
The willow replied with a heavy sigh
“I weep for those who sleep.”
“I weep for those asleep in the ground,
For they buried and forgot
I weep for those once fought bravely
But are now just left to rot”
“I weep for these gardens of stone,
A decayed and tragic lot.
And I weep at the thought that you,
Dear boy, may one day fill a plot”
“I weep for the foreign soldier,
so far from his home dear
I weep for his mother and
That's right, if you read that title up there you'll realize I'm tired of this blog and I'll be deleting it within a few days. This is the end.
Haha, no.
The title up there refers to The End, by master author Lemony Snicket of the Series of Unfortunate Events. In fact when we first discovered the thirteenth unfortunate book in the tragic tale of the Baudelaire orphans it was known as that At this time called The End. Frankly, upon retrospect and finishing the book myself I agree with th
