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A Swollen Wisdom Tooth! Sounds uncomfortable, no, sounds like a lot of pain! But here in our little town of White Rock, British Columbia You might say every one of us has a swollen wisdom tooth... But I'm only speaking metaphorically It's not easy having a sensitive, bleeding mass of muscle in your mouth.. But, there it is! White Rock is home to many strange dentists. A big swollen, puffy gum...you may wonder, how does he deal with it? That, I can answer in one word: Painkillers! Painkillers, Painkillers Painkillers! Painkillers, painkillers Painkillers! So, yeah. That's where I've been this week. FOR SCIENCE! Returns Monday, with a story about...Painkillers! If you know what the above tune is, I love you. If you know me and know specifically what the above tune is, I love you more. Like, tons. CI YU MONDAY. Love, Janobert
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I'm off to Las Vegas for crazy awesome ninja fights. No FOR SCIENCE! 2.0 until next week. Love you all <3
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Is amazing. Seriously. If you can listen to songs like Lucky Me, Let it Go, Love, and Something Beautiful and not feel happy with life--there is something severely wrong. Look beyond the cut for my favourite bits of each song. Lucky Me Who would have thought for a moment She'd have to grow up so fast The school beauty queen with a child at sixteen Swore that her fortunes had passed But blessings can hide in the strangest disguise And I know she would agree As long as the river still runs to the sea Hey lucky you, lucky me. Hey lucky you, Lucky me. Let it go Hey man There's no time for crying now You've made your bed but you don't think it's fit to lie in You're wasted on the ground when you know you should be flying What are you waiting for? Love How many more of our children have to fall And just how high do we have to build these walls In fighting there's no dignity it's such a waste of time Take my hand I don't think god will mind Something Beautiful The years'll make us older The winters make us colder And there's one more thing I've come to know for sure There's no bitterness that smoulders No chip on any shoulder That a random act of kindness can't cure.
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This is a tiny mini-entry dedicated to all the many people who asked how I format my FOR SCIENCE! entries, or more particularly, how I get the "More..." button. Look it up yourself. Seriously, it's right in the code list, that's how I found it. I trust that all of you can do the same. But, because I'm way too nice. If you are unable to find the proper code I will include below the cut. [extract] TEXT [/extract] Yeah, that's it. Don't you feel silly now? =B
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Two things right off the bat: One: The Imagine title does not refer to my defunct BIONICLE: Imagine project. It was a cool idea, but it was undone by my desire to not do any work. Two: FOR SCIENCE! Will be returning monday, I already have two seperate stories in mind for Monday and Tuesday. I will not be writing them until that day, however (Maybe I'll write Monday's on Sunday, as Monday is a busy day for me) No, Imagine refers to the fifth part of an absolutely amazing series that has evolved beyond my wildest imaginings. Allow me to explain. About five years (Or more) ago, I discovered this hilarious little flash animation made by a group called SamBakZa, the animation in question was "There she is!!" and told the tale of a bunny falling in love with a cat in a society that did not look kindly upon this. It was hilarious because the cat resisted until the end, only giving up reluctantly--and then started to love her himself. That was supposed to be it, various theories were thrown around the internet (Mainly that the cat and rabbit did indeed represent the Korean-Japanese relationships during the period of time when it was forbidden. I'm not really sure what period of time this was, but I would guess it was during the Japanese occupation of Korea and in the second world war) but aside from that there wasn't much to discuss, but is sure was funny to watch. I shortly after forgot about it (after watching Hot Fish Same but Different) Later on I discovered that it was supposed to be a three-parter, and I watched the second part "Cake Dance" and found it both amusing and adorable. Incredibly adorable--then I again completely forgot about it. Last night my gurlfren being the incredible person she is reminded me of this little comedic series, and in fact linked me to all the videos. Number three was just as adorable and funny. It was called "Doki and Nabi" (Doki is the bunny, and Nabi is the cat) But number four was...well, it shocked me. Let's go with that. I was seriously concerned about the direction the series was going in and was not expecting it at all. Especially not with the name "Paradise" But I gotta say. It's rare that I feel as inspired and touched as I did when I watched part 5 "Imagine" It really was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and the story it tells is amazing. I'd suggest everyone Check them out Sincerely, -Janus
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Hullo all, As the incredibly well-written and intelligent entry below tells, I was taken in by the twin vixens of Gundam, and Gurlfren. While Gundam held me only momentarily, Gurlfren held me quite entranced for the period of a week, and even now I am reeling from the lack of Gurlfren in my life. It is saddening. But worry not, FOR SCIENCE! Shall return, in fact it will return with a story on this very subject. Just not tonight, I need to make a one-minute speech and learn to sleep properly again. Ah, how I miss being able to sleep in until 2:30 PM, comfortable in someone's arms... Come back soon, Gurlfren.
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Kay, scratch my entry down there. Scratch it good. See, I'm usually doing stuff on the weekends. Fun stuff, party stuff. Stuff that involves friends, and not computers. THUS I will be doing FOR SCIENCE! on a WORK-WEEK Basis. 5 days a week, no more, no less. Ah. See you all tomorrow. (This time I mean it!) -Janus
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'lo all. I will be updating with TWO (That's right, two) stories tomorrow. I'm stuck at a friends and have only limited time and access. And also no ideas, and it's late. And when it's late I maaek speallign aerrrors. Okay, those were deliberate, but you get the idea. See you tomorrow! -Janus
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Isn't it funny how in the midst of tragedy you're still expected to smile? How when all you truly desire is to curl into a ball and scream at the world. To hide, to dissapear. You're supposed to show a happy facade to the world. When darkness encroaches into your very being you're supposed to laugh and shrug it off. Pretend that nothing phases you. Isn't it funny? No. It never has been, it never will be. I'm not a machine and I'm not unfeeling. I appear standoffish and that's my curse. But I do not expect this. I may lose someone. Forever. Enough the smiling. Let me hurt.
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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.
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I am the original... Mistaken Female <3 Janice <3
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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 to bleed from inside out What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind Human pride sings a vengeful song Inspired by the times you've been walked on My stage is shared by many millions Who lift their hands up high because they feel this We are one We are strong The more you hold us down the more we press on What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind 'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life So I'll just ask a question A Lonely Simple Question I'll just ask one question What if? What if? What if? What if I? What if? What if? What if? What if I? What if? What if? What if? What if I? What if? What if? What if? What if I? What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge What if eye for an eye? What if your words could be judged like a crime? -Creed: Human Clay
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You remind me of the babe
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All the LAWSOME posers: Inferior Janus: Superior. Don't believe them, I was obviously the first one.
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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. Seriously, talk to me about this, show you have a brain.
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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 talking. That's the answer, guys. I have my opinion, you have your opinion. We are all entitled to our own opinions and should be encouraged to vocalize them, be they positive or negative. Vocalize them in a CIVILIZED manner, though. Attacking someone for hating something, or for liking it--is frankly immature. Condescending to someone because they don't like something you do/like something you don't is utterly ridiculous. Basically I'm issuing a call to reason. Use your brains and stop this pathetic conflict. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. We can do better than this.
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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 children's TV show made by the Canadian-based Nelvana.inc company(which in turn is owned by CORUS entertainment) which dreals with the title character, Ruby Gloom, the Happiest girl in the world (Seriously, I want to be this happy, she's awesome) Ah heck, to make it easier I'll steal a synopsis: In a Victorian mansion on the outskirts of Gloomsville lives Ruby Gloom and her off-beat circle of friends. Some kids might be afraid of the dark, the eccentric neighbours and the unknown things that dwell in the closet. But Ruby is different – she befriends these strange and sometimes scary creatures. In fact Ruby finds them all delightful. She pays no attention to their unusual appearances, perceptive only to their hearts and souls. Ruby is the happiest girl in the world, always trying to be cheerful in the face of gloom! Ruby's perfect day is a gloomy one, full of creativity and adventure with her offbeat circle of friends. Ruby Gloom is an ironic comedy with an emphasis on the importance of friendship. I first stumbled across this strange and hilarious show whilst killing an hour before work. Flipping around the channels I caught it about halfway through and was amazed at the way they turned predictable cliche's into unpredictable--and comedic situations. There were also many references that it was quite obvious were not put there for kids, one of my favourites being from Poe: "If the button fits, you must acquit." Hearing that from a kid's TV show made me burst out laughing--and even the ending credits had their own quirky charm. Dissapointed in not knowing the name of this show, I did some research and of course found out that the incredibly adorable masthead character shared her name with the show, and thus my love was born. But enough about that, let's the dramatis personae in this wonderful and quirky saga. Friends As I said before, this is the series' adorable masthead figure(ine?) and also the self-described Happiest Girl in the world. Her catchphrase (which isn't used to an infuriating degree!) is "Always look on the bright side, unless the dark side is your bright side--and that's okay too!" I love this girl, she rocks <3 Okay, first off: If your heart does not melt hearing the name "Doom kitty" You are dead to me. Seriously, get out of this blog. ANYHOW, Doom Kitty is a ridiculously intelligent and just plain cute cat (or rather, kitty.) Unfortunately, being not magical she cannot talk! (YAY) and thus must speak in awesomely adorable (The words "Cute" and "adorable" are going to be used a lot in this entry. Deal with it.) pantomime. Unfortunately, most people can't understand this either and Doom Kitty is left on her own until Ruby pieces together what exactly it is that she wants. <3 you, Doom Kitty. Boo Boo is a ghost who has utterly failed in every way inhumanly possible. Imagine he was one of the Ghostly Trio from Casper---except that he couldn't scare anyone, ever, period. See, he was invisible until he made his first scare--unfortunately he couldn't scare anyone! So he accidentally got covered in flour and scared...well, Scaredy Bat. The most easily frightened thing that has ever lived. Thus Boo dedicated his life to scaring Scaredy as many times as is ghostly possible. He kinda fails at everything else anyhow. So good on you, Boo Boo. Scaredy Bat is in a rather parasetic relationship with Boo Boo. Boo Boo terrifies Scaredy, Scaredy gets scared, Boo Boo enjoys said fright and continues the process as many times as he can in a day. My favourite moment between the two was in the first episode I ever saw, wherein they confiscated Boo Boo's notebook on what he'd been doing. It was as follows: 10:00 - Scared Scaredy in the bathroom 10:05 - Scared Scaredy in the Shower 10:07 - Scared Scaredy in the bathroom mirror 10:10 - Scared Scaredy in the bathroom again And so on. It made me giggle. Frank and Len are brothers--brothers in the same body, obviously, but brother's nonetheless. Frank is the smarter of the two--or is it Len? Nah, I think Len's the 'hipper' of the two. Anyhow, these two brothers make up their own band, and in one episode put on a rock-opera--which wasn't really a rock-opera, but I digress. Frank and Len are some pretty funny characters, and little things like the way their clothes are always different from one another are pretty cool. Also, Len looks like he's needs more sleep. Desperately Iris is an interesting character. Hyper as all get-out and an absolute daredevil she'll do anything she can to get an adrenaline rush. This includes jumping on a trampoline on a high branch of a tree. Then grabbing an even higher branch and spinning around it madly. Of course this means that Ruby occasionally has to bail her out, so she doesn't, y'know, die. She's kinda crazy, really. But in a good way. Poe is an intellectual who likes to think he's better than everyone else in the mansion. Naturally he's often smacked down and told (read: forced) to be polite. Ruby also discovers his secret, and sensitive side in one episode--his response? "Tell anyone and I'll deny everything" He also has two brothers, Edgar and Allen. Yes, Mr. Buns looks both cute and creepy, yes it is possible. That's also his general character--Mr. Buns was made by Ruby out of old socks in a very involved procedure that involved a blowtorch, a hammer, scissors, glue gun, and I don't even know what else. He's also apparently alive--HE STOLE HER BUNS. Ruby Loves Mr. Buns, though I'm unsure if this is because he's controlling her brain, really, he's kinda spooky at times. I love him though <3 Skullboy is awesome, I'm also fairly sure he and Ruby have a crush on each other. Everyone repeat after me. D'awwwwwww! Wonderful. Anyhow, Skullboy is a jack of a all trades, and is always trying to do something new, from private investigator to mad scientist to...well, I don't really know. But I do know he made himself a robot dad! Man, that was a weird episode. Misery is my favourite character ever. Ever. EVER. She's aptly named, everything bad in the world happens to her, consistantly. In fact I believe she was once struck by lightning twice. She has a song written about her by Frank and Len, a freaking awesome song (As if there was any doubt) But the best thing? Even though she looks miserable, and even though all of this bad stuff always happens to her she doesn't let it get to her, she's actually quite happy. If anything bad happens to her she just gives off a resigned "Ow" and keeps trudging on. <3 Misery <3 Go check it yourself Coming Soon: BIONICLE: Judgement (2003-2005) On Shivaree BIONICLE: Judgement (2006) Triad: Gundam SEED Destiny AU Apocalyptica BIONICLE: Judgement (2007)
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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, but it's a fairly small place...It's also missing a wall, but that's another subject altogether. No, my room is a nightmare because it's so small, and because I have so much bloody stuff...Or rather, because I can't organize it properly. Envision this if you will, My room is likely about 12 ft 10 ft. Not the smallest by any convential means, but certainly a rather small location. Now fill it with a computer desk, a night table, a small rolling cabinet, two large clothes dressers, one large armchair, and a large set of shelves. Then add in the MASSIVE amount of LEGO from Age 5 onwards, add in the rather impressive (If I do say so myself) book collection, add in the assorted odds and ends, add in the swords, add in the gargantuan amount of CD's and DVD's, add in the Comic books, add in the manuals, the models, the writing supplies scattered all across my room, and of course all of the assorted tech pieces that hang around. Now take every last one of these and scatter them all across my room. Especially the floor. That's why my room is a nightmare, because I've been cleaning it for the past three weeks. BUT, I gotta say, it's also a dream. It's so much fun going through everything in my room, and reorganizing it. I still feel twinges of both pride and nostalgia when I crack open a plastic container and find a toy that I bought when I was maybe four or five. I still have little bits and pieces that I love to death, and don't plan to get rid of. But I also feel I'm doing a good thing, not only am I making my room cleaner and more organized, I'm also helping others. I have two boxes full of stuff I'm giving away, and am already halfway through another bag. I'm also just plain getting rid of recycle and garbage that's sat around for forever. So I suppose my room's a nightmare simply because it's not finished yet. Coming Soon: On the current state of BIONICLE Ruby Gloom Judgement: BIONICLE reborn
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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 believe I just took the time to colour all that. I mean, wow, that's lame. And it looks ugly, I know it looks ugly. Claidi would smack me over the head with her journal. Hard. Ow. Now for those of you not in the know (AKA: All of you minus Lah) The Claidi Journals are in fact a series of four books--about a girl by the name of Claidi (SHOCKING!) Or possibly Claidi-baa-baa. If you're a brat. The entire series begins (surprisingly enough) at the beginning, the first book (Which actually could have been the only book. It was that good) Wolf Tower In this book we meet the young Claidi, our heroine and possibly creator, depending on how you look at it. Claidi's story is told, interestingly enough more of an epistulary format, with everything happening just slightly after real-time. Essentially the entire story is told through a series of messages to herself--hence the name of the entire series The Claidi Journals. Now we meet Claidi as a young slave girl--and unlike a lot of slave stories I didn't find myself going "Dude, lame," or even "A slave would be murdered for that," or my personal favourite "This makes no sense." Nay, instead I found myself becoming genuinely interested in the world that Claidi painted before me--a very strict culture wherein RULES and TRADITIONS are ironclad and sacrosanct (They're really, really important). Naturally, our young heroine manages to escape this prison-of-a-home (Oh come on, do you really want to read the real adventures of a slave girl? "On sunday I washed the mistresses' laundry--on Monday we had a scary experience, someone lost a shoe." I mean, I will be honest, Claidi's slave life is more interesting than most, but had the entire book been like that I would have been driven utterly mad. Now I'll let you guys in a little bit more than you'll find on the back cover--Claidi's escape is done thanks to a mysterious stranger (Who isn't tall, nor dark--but he is handsome. Two outta three isn't bad) named Nemian. Now allow me a moment to say HATE. But nothing more on that. Claidi and Nemian escape out into the world away from her harsh upbringing--why, praytell? Because Nemian plans to take her to the place of her birth...the Mysterious and (seriously) far away Wolf Tower. Aaaand exit stage left. No, the book doesn't end there, but I'm not going to tell you everything that happens, jeeze! Suffice to say that I am a seasoned veteran of Fantasy and Sci-fi, I know what I like, and I know what I don't like--and the Claidi Journals (Especially the first and fourth) snared me like a fish on a hook. There's something intriguing and original about them that just keeps you coming. Be ready for plenty of twists though. Aaaaaaand all the way to the next book Wolf Star The next book begins with Claidi Spoilering Spoiler, after that Spoiler manages to get Spoiler, and our unlucky heroine is taken to Spoiler to meet Spoiler. Okay, I had to do that. I absolutely had to, just because I could. I HAVE THE POWER. Aaaanyhow, the next book in The Claidi Journals begins with our heroine Claidi, fresh from her adventures in the world, and especially with the Wolf Tower....unnnfortunately for her (But lucky for us, so we're not, y'know, bored) she's KIDNAPPED and taken to a mysterious location far above a far off jungle. It's known simply as The Rise. Now I must interject and say this, The Rise drives me absolutely insane. It is quite possibly the most inane place in the world that seems like it was made simply because someone went "I can do this, whee!" (Which of course it was. Lucky me)--Why do I say this? Why simply because The Rise moves around at random--yes, you heard me right. It moves. A room one ONE side of The Rise could be across the enormous complex overnight. It would drive me Insane. Anyhow, at the rise Claidi meets the mysterious (everything is mysterious in these books. EVERYTHING. A flower? MYSTERIOUS.) Prince Venn--who looks disturbingly like somebody she left behind. Of course it's left up to us (as the back cover says) to uncover why Venn and Claidi have been brought to The Rise and what purpose lays for them there. Well, I won't spoil it, but I'll tell you this. The Wolf Star. An unnaturally bright star that rises circles the sky and then sets in the same location. Interested yet? Too bad, next book. Wolf Queen First off, allow me to say: THIS IS TRICKY. Trying to explain all that's transpired in these books without giving away key things from the first is tricky. So here's the deal, stop reading this blog right now, okay? Good, go to www.Amazon.com. Awesome, now search for "The Claidi Journals" got that? good, buy them. Buy them all. DO IT. And now on with the...talking? Typing? Explaining? When we last left Claidi she had managed to escape the aggravating and active Rise, and return to her home (No, not the one where she's a slave. She's not that stupid)--unfortunately people lied about her, and now home isn't exactly home again. Leaving on the trail of her fast-moving lover she encouters all sorts of weirdness, such as a talking animal (Doesn't happen much in this story, sorry folks) and a weird town that tends to be either red or pink. <3 pink. Soon after visiting the town, and being tailed by a MYSTERIOUS (There's today's buzzword, kids) and menacing JELLY (Yeah, I know, it's hard to be menacing with a name like that. Give him credit where it's due.) She's sent packing off to the North, where it always snows (No, it's not Canada. it doesn't do that here. I'm serious.) In the North she finds something she never expected to find--people who could be her true family, and the respect of a people--but they're also people from a mysterious and supposedly defunct tower, like the Wolf Tower from so long ago. Like before, I can't explain much about the title of this one, because spoilers freakin' abound. But I'll simply say this. A Wolf Queen who can control the towers is supposed to be born. Exuent book the third, naturally there's plenty of stuff you're missing, but you need to BUY THE BOOKS. Wolf Wing First of all, yes, your mind is not playing tricks on you. That is a FACE MOUNTAIN. Second of all, yes, it creeped me out too. I mean, LOOK AT IT. Now to begin with, Claidi, our dearest and darling heroine has grown up--nay, she has matured, and is now in fact married. Give her a hand folks! NOW. With the applause out of the way, following her wedding, her new hubby and her fancy a trek back to her old crazyslavehome. Luckily a rebellion has occured, so their wedding present isn't forcing her into old rags and making her clean the toilet. (Lucky for her, huh?) After catching up with some friends of hers, they are sent a communique from someone with power in the Wolf Tower--and we discover that a powerful force has been in existance all this time--perhaps manipulating and controlling Claidi and her friends, altering the way the world works for her own whims. This woman, Ustareth, as she's named on the cover has incredible power and has managed to amass her own little world...but she asks that our heroine and her entourage visit her. Now I gotta say, after reading through all the other books, I was scared about what might happen in this one. I mean, even once you get over the FACE MOUNTAIN there's a mysterious woman who's possibly been manipulating them since birth? Hello, creeped out much? As for this title, I can't say anything on it, there's absolutely nothing that can be said. Oh yeah, there is this. BUY THE BOOKS. Next up: Why my room is a nightmare On The Current state of BIONICLE Judgement: The beginning of 2006
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Mainly yours. They're very tasty, you know? I suggest you follow THE RULES Or else I get to eat your sig. <3 Love, -Janus
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I am the coolest loser on the block. 'cause I rock The socks with knocks. Also, it is late and I am eating cake. This is so going to kill my rep.
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I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane With a rabid wolverine in my underwear When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?" "Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?" "Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?" I probably would have kept on guessing But about that time we crashed into the truck And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me Everything you know is wrong Black is white, up is down and short is long And everything you thought was just so Important doesn't matter Everything you know is wrong Just forget the words and sing along All you need to understand is Everything you know is wrong I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr They sucked out my internal organs And they took some polaroids And said I was a darn good sport And as a way of saying thank you They offered to transport me back to Any point in history that I would care to go And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night So I could pay my phone bill on time Just then the floating disembodied head of Colonel Sanders started yelling Everything you know is wrong Black is white, up is down and short is long And everything you thought was just so Important doesn't matter Everything you know is wrong Just forget the words and sing along All you need to understand is Everything you know is wrong I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin When I got a nasty papercut And, well, to make a long story short It got infected and I died So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter By the pearly gates And it's obvious he doesn't like The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing He tells me that they've got a dress code Well, he lets me into heaven anyway But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine For all eternity And every day he runs by screaming Everything you know is wrong Black is white, up is down and short is long And everything you used to think was so important Doesn't really matter anymore Because the simple fact remains that Everything you know is wrong Just forget the words and sing along All you need to understand is Everything you know is wrong Everything you know is wrong
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This will be a quick entry, I'm not even sure why I'm writing it (Of course now I remember that I'm not sure I why I write any entries at all, so that's nothing new) Basically, I've been listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall album. Not obsessively, just a single listen through, and wow. This album can sum up the entire emotional gamut of your normal human being. Absolutely raw music in here--then again, that's what Pink Floyd does best. If you've never heard The Wall it is heavily recommended. Emotions and Insanity run rampant in it. And while you're at it, listen to Dark Side of the Moon, though I personally (along with the band) consider that to be one MASSIVE song, instead of an Album. Hey, what do you know, this entry was longer than expected.
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So, this is a blog, eh? Heh, I've played around with such things before, but to have one on BZPower is rather unique. I honestly never expected to be utilizing such a feature on this site-- but then I realized how odd it would be for the Blog Leader (Or thought police commander, if I do say so m'self) to be minus a blog, and thus I created what you see before you. This will generally be a place where I post any oddities or interests I have. Any appropriate writing may be sneak-peeked here, and perhaps you'll even find out why I'm such a bitter, jaded, husk of a man. Except not. Thought Police Commander signing off, -Janus
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Ever had one of those days wherein everything seems akin to waves rolling on the ocean? a constant ebb and flow of happiness, sorrow, and general indifference? Often my emotions stay rather stationary. If I had a bad day it can turn good, likewise if I've had a good day, it can very easily turn bad--however never before have I experienced such a myriad of--moodswings I suppose one could call it. I awoke this morning, early, and saddened--what I was saddened by I really can't say. My mind simply couldn't hold on to whatever it was. Mercifully I was spared waking and was able to slip back into the realm of sleep. Unfortunately, of course I again awoke, this time the pervasive sadness remained and my body was sore and stiff beyond all belief. Shrugging off my usual morning workout, I instead took a bath--a bath which I managed to sleep through entirely, waking only when the water was lukewarm and generally unpleasant to be in. Note to self: Stop bringing books or work with you to the bath. You never do anything but sleep. After that I popped in my contacts and managed to set off the fire alarm once more. I swear that thing goes off at the slightest inclination--thankfully this means I won't be burned to death horribly. At least I think it does. Shortly after that it was onto work. Being unable to access my favourite webcomics I was left with a graphic designing project that took up roughly an hour. Almost sad, really, considering what a relatively simply concept the project was. After that it was breakfast--then dinner. And I literally do mean "then dinner" my breakfast was eaten at roughly 12:48 PM GST and then my dinner was begun at 1:15 PM GST. Such is my schedule. After breakfast, it was time to E-mail those files to my work, and get changed and ready to teach classes. While still feeling sick and sore that all managed to dissapear as soon as my Basics class arrived, I love those kids. Even though they're just Orange Belts and Yellow Belts they've still got the best attitude ever. I worked them hard in hot weather and they never complained once, they enjoyed it just as much as me. Then I took our two Black Belt Training members and we worked out on weapons and sparring, they're totally new to sparring and so it was fun taking them through the basics. Next was Protech which was basically the exact same people, plus one more. Self defense and weapons and then I had a one person class. By that time the heat was nearly unbearable, so we basically sat around and talked as much as we could. Of course we still worked on forms and the basics, then we had some fun playing around with the staffs. My dad, and my boss, basically left me alone for the whole day, he had other work to do so I got to teach almost all of the classes, the only person who got taught by him was one of our Red/Black Belts, who will be testing for her Black Belt in August, I wish her all the luck in the world. Aside from that my last class consisted soley of my wonderful White Belts, including a brand new addition, oh it was fun to work with them--even though the heat was still pretty intense. Due to our other instructor not showing up, we got to end a bit early, that meant I got to go home and chat with my friends--not that it really involved much. But something happened, I'm really not sure what, or how, or even why, but after this incredible upswing from awful to wonderful something happened to place it in the middle. A deep melancholy settled over me. In fact it's only because I'm writing again that I'm managing to shake it off--in fact I think I may just open one of my more recent projects and begin writing again. "Metal Man" here I come. Oh, and if you're in the White Rock area and have thought about Martial Arts, feel free to give us a try, we love having new people come in. Aside from that I think that I've basically rambled my thoughts out. In fact I don't anticipate any reaction to this as so much of it is personal, but heck, I've been surprised by you guys before. Who knows? -Robert
