Of a Blooming Business

Get it? Blooming! :P

Of 5 Awesome People

This summer vacation, I've been somewhat blue.

This wasn't what I had planned for my summers. So... it's thanks to these folk that my vacations have been going smoothly. .

Eiichiro Oda :-
The brilliant Oda-san has one of the strangest creative streaks I've ever come across. He's the brilliant mastermind behind the pirate-saga One Piece. Dunno about all you guys, but running a manga since 1997 is quite a big accomplishment. And it's going on strong with good reason too. The storyline's captivating, with some of the most memorable characters, like a captain who's made of rubber, a cola powered cyborg as the shipwright, a reindeer with the ability to transform into a human as the crew's doctor, an animated skeleton as the crew's musician. Not to mention Oda-san's solutions to various dead-ends. Like, recently, the crew was split up by one the evil guys. Now, since the story after that incident focused mainly on the captain of the crew, naturally readers wondered where the rest of the crew went. His solution was brilliantly simple, he made cover-art for the upcoming issues depicting where each of the crew members ended up. Over all, every week he brings something outrageously new for my reading pleasure.

Nagaru Tanigawa
Now, this guy's one of my favorites. Abeer introduced me to his work back in May of 2006. The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi is a zany absolutely insane 14 episode series based on the novel by Tanigawa-san. Suzumiya Haruhi is an eccentric high-schooler who has the ability to reshape the entire universe if she so wishes it. She's the main character for 9 novels written by Tanigawa-san. Apart from her latent god-like abilities she has a never-ending desire to meet aliens, espers, time-travellers etc. For this reason, she recruits Kyon, a fellow classmate to help her in forming a club for this very purpose. Surprisingly, the other three recruits that Haruhi chooses are an alien, an esper, and a time-traveller (she obviously doesn't know this!) Usually these three give Kyon the responsibility of fixing whatever mess Haruhi's subconscious has created (One time, she erased the entire universe, except for Kyon and herself.) The part I like best about these novels is that they are presented from Kyon's perspective, so it's quite cynical and you just love the comments he makes about everyone.

Hiroya Oku
Another manga-ka. He's the brains behind Gantz. Gantz is another awesome read. It focuses around a lot of mature themes. Oku-san's also got a fetish for drawing tastefully nude characters. Other than that, the storyline's gripping enough to keep one reading. Sadly it's on standby at the moment because he wants to work on his killer finale. So till October I guess I'll have to wait.

Hideo Kojima
Dude! He is the one who created Metal Gear Solid, and Boktai. Both which I've been playing over the course of this summer. Do you need another reason to like him?

Gainax
So this isn't a person but a group that's produced some of the best anime series around. Still. And for more info scroll down to the Robots post.

Of Mission Accomplished. . . Sort Of.

The painters left today.

Yay. Now all that's left is the backbreaking shoving of furniture back in it's place.

The fever isn't really helping things along. Pfft.

Today was the Thousand Crane Folding thingy at the Japanese Consulate. Thanks to my own undoing, I was unable to go. Not like it was going to be much fun if i went there. . . stupid wrists.

* sigh *

Of Crankylocks and the Three Painters

Day two of the Painter Special.

You honestly don't think that the gray cement plugs in 5 of our rooms were going to be left alone? I, well, hoped that was the case. Because then Sunday and Monday would not have been spent on back-breaking pulling, shoving, lifting, rolling and dusting of various items so as to make room for the painters to move around.

Cocoa seems to be enjoying this activity. She's already made the sheet covering the two sofas into a hammock, not to mention the rearrangement's given her new nooks and crannies to explore

Now, about the painters. (And yes, I am Crankylocks since they won't let me sleep in late.)

Two guys appeared yesterday. Both were labeled crazy within 10 minutes of their arrival.

They, for some strange reason, don't follow the Day Light Savings Time, which has been active for more than 3 months. So, they made their timetable very clear before opening the first bucket of wall sealant.

They will come at 9:00 AM. (Which is 10:00 AM for the rest of Pakistan)
They will have lunch at 1:00 PM. (Which is 2:00 PM)
They will have tea at 4:00 PM. (Which is 5:00 PM)
They will leave at 8:00 PM. (Which is 9:00 PM)

Since I couldn't remember their names, I nicknamed them Chatty and Emo.

Chatty, talks alot... gives me a headache. He is also teaching me the basics of painting. Which mum insisted on since she wants me to patch up odds and ends when they leave.

Emo, doesn't talk. He works like a ninja. You blink and he'll be painting away on the opposite wall. (okay, 5 minutes instead of blink) He enjoys his tea time by listening to old desi songs on his radio-phone and mournfully singing along with them (this includes hand gestures)

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Today, they brought a third person to help them. I call him Robot. He's put on this Earth to do one thing and one thing alone. PAINT! He doesn't go for lunch, or have tea, He's the first one to start working and the last one to finish. I like him.

So, my room's finally done. I'm about to go make a paint-run for my sister's room. It's supposed to be aphid-green. For some reason, I feel suffocated when I enter that room, the green wall burns my eyes.

Of . . . Umm?

I feel really nauseous if i accidentally switch my left and right earphones and listen to music. Usually within the next 15 minutes. Strange?

On another note. I finished the latest season of Supernatural. The story's fucked up. Demons want to raise the devil from hell, Angels don't. Yet some angels revolt against God. Sam Winchester gets l33t Jedi powers, which he uses for exorcism, catch is, he needs demon-blood to power up his attacks. Oh well. They did manage to release the devil in the finale.

Now on to Stargate: Atlantis

Of Killing Ghosts and Promoting Salt

So it's been a week and the dull throbbing just keeps getting worse.

"Go away damn you!" said Me to the throbbing wrists

This prevents me from typing, hence my days are severely mundane. Little to no texting, no typing, no playing games, no origami.

Thankfully my ISP has a healthy dose of shows. After a go with the Random Letter Generator (which according to the site uses atmospheric noise to generate results and hence is accurately... random) I landed with Supernatural (hey, it was a tie between Supernatural and Stargate: Atlantis)

I've been watching it since my last post. It's mind-numbingly awesome. I mean, the mother of these two guys is killed by some yellow-eyed demon, which turns their dad into what can aptly be put as "Buffy with a Pot-Belly" and then he trains them into Xander and Willow and then vanishes. So Xander and Willow. . . sorry, Sam and Dean Winchester hunt ghosts with salt loaded shotguns. I bet French Fries Poltergeist and Tandoori Chicken Ghost would taste awesome after an encounter with them brothers.

Thanks to Supernatural I now know the perfect ways to combat demons, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc. EDWARD CULLEN! I AM COMING FOR YOU.

On a side note, today the workers put the final touches on the cement plug in my wall where once Dusty McSpewy hung.

I should remember to squirt that area with water after I wake up.

Night, people.

Of a Reasonable Reason for Unexplained Absence

Sound off all you lefties who suffer from wrist problems.

Mine just took a turn for the worse on the 11th of July.

All that you need to know is that I was pretty much in pain and had a really hard time texting, typing and generally using my hands.

Since they're better now, I'm going to start typing out all my blog entries that I recorded on my phone. The sooner I do this the sooner I can take pictures again.

As a small note, all the posts are being written on the dates I dictated them and without any modification. Situations changed since then so.... umm, that's about it.

Of: "Go beyond the impossible and kick reason to the curb! That's the Gurren-dan way!"

How do you feel about a Robot being piloted by another robot inside it, which in turn is being piloted by another, even smaller robot inside it, which in turn is being piloted by another, even smaller robot inside it, which in turn is being piloted by a human-being.

Simply put, its Robot --> Robot --> Robot --> Robot --> Human

That is the epic scale of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan

And yes, I've started watching it again. It's just too awesome.

WOOHOO!!

Attenborough: (After launching about 50 missiles at a target and is surprisingly able to hit it) "Pinpointing this close is my specialty"

Of Idiotic Things One Does With Friends

I miss giving Aisha phone high-fives. It used to be so simple once upon a time. Either of us would say something that deserved a high-five during a call and as custom dictated, we'd give our beat up phones a high-five.

Now that I think about it, it was such a Todd thing to do... I miss the Phone High Five.

Of a Random Dream

I've been setting my sights on earning something from all the paper junk I make, I had a window of opportunity which I was made aware of yesterday at 11 a.m.

So, from 11 AM till 10 AM (yes, 23 hours) I spent furiously making paper cranes, flowers, stems, stars, vases, enclosures, and lotuses and dipping the afforementioned in boiling wax.

Naturally by 10 a.m. today I was tired. So I fell asleep.

Now, usually I don't have memorable dreams. Today however, I had a pretty messed up one.

I went to sleep and a while later I got a call. Turns out it's Aisha. She had called because she was hungry and she wanted help. And she started talking really really fast. Then she gave it to her friend Maha, who also went berserk. So, being ultra tired that i was, I tried to put as much distance between myself and the phone and aimed it at the carpet. Sadly what I thought was the carpet turned to be the ceiling, (let me tell you, gravity works in dreams as well) and the phone fell back on my head.

So that was the dream, or so I thought... Turns out Aisha did indeed call, which would explain the throbbing headache I had when I woke up. I feel like a bad friend. :(

Oh and I have some good news, I sold my first paper awesomeness, and I got a new Cutting Mat! WOOHOO!