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*Sigh*
Posted Apr 28, 2003
Again, my school has made another desperate attempt to censor hootoo. Obviously, they failed, as I am still on (I love knowing the right things), but they wound up restricting all of BBC.co.uk!
Buncha ignorant nutsos.
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Trigun!
Posted Apr 20, 2003
Well, I've done it.
I now own all of Trigun, the anime.
I have also just finished it.
I laughed, I cried. It stands as a testimonial to the human drive, spirit, and the humanity within us all. Watch it if you ever get a chance.
And remember Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the man of the cloth, the gambling, drinking, swearing catholic priest, when your life becomes a little rough.
And think, what would Wolfwood do?
I... I will survive!
-Mystrunner
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An Interview.
Posted Apr 8, 2003
Even today his memory still bothers me.
He had rested on a fallen log, the rain streaming down the rough brown cowl of his cloak, which I doubt was much ward against either damp or cold; its only perpose seemed to be privacy, for which it was well suited. I do not remember his arrival, any more than I remember his name.
I had looked up from my evening respite, and the was simply there, head hanging, sullen, still, the rain covering us both like a blanket.
So, I sat, silent, across from the now-dead fire, its ashes still hissing in the falling rain. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the woods around us and vanished, to be replaced by thunder, drowning out the soft pitter-patter of the rain. I sat, with water dripping through my hair, and looked once again at my silent companion.
At long last, I found my way around the boding silence, and spoke, hesitant, lest I offend.
"Good eve', stranger." I paused. He did not stir. I continued, wary still. "I would offer to share my fire with you, or at least my meal, but the embers have gone cold. Still..."
I dug through my scant belongings, and pulled out another tin bowl, twin to the one that held my stew. I tipped half of it into the bowl, tore my last loaf in half, more or less, and offered them to him.
"...I will offer what I can."
The stranger remained still. After what seemed an eternity, he spoke, a voice I shall never forget. The words came slowly, langourously, as if he was remembering them each, one at a time.
"I... thank you. For your gift of food, of nourishment. I cannot remember the last time I have been invited to share one's meal."
He reached over the hissing fire, took the bowl and bread, and settled back, quiet once more.
I shifted on the wet ground, and tried to smile. "I am sad, then, that there is nothing more I could offer. Cold stew and darkness are little hospitality."
The stranger said nothing. With careful deliberance, he lifted the bowl to his lips, and made to tilt his head to drink it. I would have seen his face surely, but at that moment the dead fire roared to life, accompanied by the sound of the heavens tearing open above us. I made to quickly stand, stumbled, and fell back heavily upon the ground, blinking my eyes in the sudden light and the comforting warmth. My eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, and I saw the bowl was beside the stranger, mostly empty. The bread was in his hand. He had not moved other than that.
I stared at the fire in wonder, and then at the stranger in questioning fear. He made no effort to explain, but simply hung his head once more.
"Who- who are you, stranger?" I asked, my voice quavering uncertainly.
"Who are you that could call fire without flint, steel, or tinder?" My companion did not move, nor speak. For many years it seemed, I sat and stared at him, my eyes not wishing to close for fear or awe. At long last, he spoke once again.
"If you will listen, so will I tell."
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Trigun Soliloquies 2
Posted Apr 3, 2003
A choice between two things. The forked road every person brought into the world must eventually face. A crossroad. Whichever path they choose, they lose something. Whichever path they choose, they are unable to find happiness. But are there really only two paths to a forked road? No. There are infinite paths we should take. There is more than one path we should take. There is more than one path into the future.
Rem told me that someone she loved died on Earth. She told me she boarded this ship to start over. What does it feel like to have someone you loved die? I thought of what it would be like if Rem died. When I did, hot water came out of my eyes. It wouldn't stop. Rem, I'll be there for you! I won't leave you alone.
A strong will can stir the heart. But a will too strong can limit the heart's visiblity. The sorrow of a man bereaved of family turns into hate which eventually transforms into the intent to kill. The man's finger reaches for the trigger. Sins change people. Sin begets sin. Oh, but I.... but I still want to believe! I want to believe in the hearts that feel sin.
To realize a mistake. To not lie. To love one another. To not kill. Those are very simple things, but the times won't allow for them. There is no green on this planet even though we want it.... though we want it so very badly. A place where we can live peaceful days, with no wars nor stealing. A sacred place where people can live as people. Yes, there. That place is called....
One day, 130 years ago, you and I were born. There was nothing but peaceful days and Rem was always right behind us. But our disagreeing thoughts changed our ways of life. I don't regret it. I will vow again not to kill, not to betray, to find my happiness, to talk about my dreams.... because the ticket to the future is always blank.
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YaaaY!
Posted Apr 1, 2003
The Cowboy Bebop movie may be coming to a theatre near me!
Great news, as otherwise I'd have to drive to Chicago to do it...
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