⁽¹⁾

( skip this part, it's emo )

...

That's right. Kanda is a pretty pretty test tube baby who hallucinates pretty pretty flowers.⁽⁴⁾

8D

Win~ ♥ ♥ ♥

Although really I'm just happy we got any information on him at all. It may be precious little, and incredibly vague and ambiguous to boot, but it's the most insight we've had into his character since...uhhh...frickin' Mateel, man. That was like a million years ago.⁽⁵⁾

( *bitch bitch bitch* )

Many others have probably figured this out already; despite my IQ and ability to memorise random facts, I'm ridiculously slow. It took my brain forever to connect the dots between Kanda's lotus and the rose from Beauty and the Beast. It took even longer--until the third reread of ZONE--for the connection between "Robin" as an Akuma with Julia's soul and Allen in chapter 36 with Mana's skull hovering above him. Also, chapter 186 was released on the 23rd of April, and I didn't read it until a couple days ago, and didn't reread it until today (I was hoping sleeping on it would help the implications sink in more). So, uh, if this isn't news to you, please for to disregard. I'm used to looking like an idiot.

Now I'm off to don the cape and mask of OCD-Creature and spend hours collecting and analysing everything we've ever learned about this elusive character...because that's what I do.⁽⁷⁾ *exeunt*


( footnotesss~ )

Is it just me, or was NASA's move to name Node 3 "Tranquility" instead of "Colbert" or "Serenity" a total cop-out?

I can understand their logic in not using Colbert, if I squint and try to fit into a hyper-publicity-conscious headspace. I can even understand not using Serenity, and instead picking from the other top names (excluding, of course, the bot-flooded suggestions like Socialvibe and Myyearbook). But choosing a substitute that means the exact same thing as one of the top three winners in the opinion poll? That's just adding insult to injury.

http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/name_ISS/index.html

All that talk about democracy and populist votes. If they weren't going to pick the names that the people want, why put up an opinion poll at all?

( Serenity VS Tranquility: Fight to the Death! )

Were I to put a clumsy analogy on it, I'd ask how the American public would have reacted if, after the 2000 elections, Congress had sent a pretty marathoner onto a talk show to propose that the new president be--not Bush, nor Gore--but Nader.

Nader.

*having read the Mar. 28 issue of Science News*

DAHAHAHAHA I knew it, I knew it, I knew all those diets and low-calorie and low-fat and low-sugar crap was ridiculous bullshit, SKIM MILK CAUSES CANCER.

( mooooo~ )

*clears throat; I hadn't realised how much I love dairy...* In other news:

( random science )

Scientists make such dorky puns.  ♥

(Also: why the hell is Twitter asking for my email password?  I'm proud to say that I've never been hacked, and I don't plan on that changing anytime soon...)

From dayadhvam_triad :
"Comment with OOOOO PICK ME! and a fandom and I'll give you a character. You post answers to the questions under the cut. OK? OK."
I have been assigned Kanda Yuu of D.Gray-man.


( I'm incapable of brevity! yay! )

BTW, I hate hate hate this horrid pastel theme for my page and I've hated it ever since ten seconds after putting it up (much like that disgusting red-and-black thing that was up before, tasted too much like emo vampires) but I'm too fucking lazy to redo all the work it takes to switch themes without losing my settings but OH MY GOD IT FEELS LIKE THE INTERNET IS VOMITING EASTER INTO MY FAAACE [/dramaqueen]

Found: On top of the recycle...bin...thingy on the Common just outside of Park Street Station, around 2:15 PM Friday: a composition notebook, organic cardboard brown with faded forest green binding, and

( the deets )

It would have been much easier to find the kid who lost this if he had put his name and address or school in the spaces provided; as it is, there are homework assignments dating from September 9th of last year all the way up to last Thursday, but he never wrote the names of his school or any of his teachers anywhere--didn't even write his full name anywhere easily visible; the only clue I had was that, thankfully, his fifth-grade class had to write down their ancestry as part of a homework assignment, and so a few pages in he recorded the names, birthdates, and birthplaces of himself, his parents, two grandparents, and two great-grandparents. I Googled my fingers off searching the phone book, immigration records, and, finally, in a last-ditch effort to return the thing, his last name and the words "Boston" and "school": the second page of that search turned up back records of the Beacon Hill Times (a short and somewhat boring weekly newspaper focused on my neighbourhood) that featured a 2006 article on how the 3rd and 6th grades of the school associated with my childhood church had engaged in a community-service art project involving that shiny new version of the Charles/MGH Red Line station (dammit but I miss that pedestrian bridge; despite the addition of more traffic lights and a sidewalk island, Charles Circle remains one of the most insanely dangerous intersections in this city, especially when trying to get to the T).

(Me being me, I've impulsively decided that this is an omen indicating that Anglicanism is my one true religious calling, and the Catholic church can kiss my ass therefore I should probably think about going to church every other Sunday or so...or at least on special occasions...the Church of the Advent really is a nice place, all old and historic and chock full of nice people with even better food...mmm, Coffee Hour...)

So, will nip down to the school on Monday EDIT: Tuesday (forgot about MLK Day) and inquire as to whether the kid still attends there, and if not how I could get in touch with his school and/or his parents, or something. 'Cause my fifth-grade experience may have been rougher than most, but it really would've sucked had I lost my homework book right before the end of the first semester.

Found: on the ice and snow outside the Roxbury Crossing Orange Line train station in Roxbury (duh); last night, after night school, around 9:25 PM. Loosely scattered rose petals, mostly the traditional blood-red, but a few cream edged with a blush of...uh...my childhood crayon memories are telling me carnation pink? (Though, considering how often carnations are dyed, I'm not sure how reliable that is...)

I picked up as many as I could without wasting too much time--I always try to catch the 9:25 train to Oak Grove so I can get home by ten--and proceeded into the station; it was a cold, crisp, clear night, the moon just shy of full, and there were just enough clouds in the sky that every now and then one drifted past and filtered the light so that the moon was surrounded by a watery greenish halo of blurred shine, encircled by a deep, rich, burnished bronze-copper ring. The petals were frozen stiff, some stuck to each other, and a few beads of ice frozen from where drops of water had once been. They defrosted a bit on the way to Downtown Crossing; the wind took one of the cream petals on Winter Street walking home. The silly romantic side of me imagined that perhaps someone's heart was broken that night, and the drops were her tears or something cheesy like that; it was probably from a shipment or decorative arrangement, but hey, what's imagination for if not making shit up?

Last night was beautiful. Tonight was probably even more so (I didn't take the opportunity to go out and see it), being a full moon and all. But last night, walking home, it was just me and the wind and the moon and the frozen rose petals, and although it was quite chilly I didn't feel the cold at all, and it was just so beautiful.

I have this weird sort of...spirituality? that flows through my default bipolar mix of embedded childhood Anglicanism/Catholicism and instinctual scientific cynicism/atheism, and guides a lot of my motivation. Sort of a Wicca/nature thing, like everything has meaning and significance and purpose, that if something means something to someone then it's important, that things happen for a reason; not that some omnipotent masculine godlike figure guides all of existence and has a Plan, but like nature and luck and fate (and Murphy's Law). The smallest pebble by the curb, the fluffy seed pod floating by, the lost glove on the street, the sky and the moon and the earth and the ocean and other such hippie crap. Old things. Growing things. Lost things. Stories. Everything has a story, and it deserves to be told. Because the meaning of life is different for everybody, life is what you make of it, and we are constantly surrounded by little surprises, details that most people miss while rushing past in their busy, frenetic day-to-day lives. Like the world has a soul, and a million things to show and tell you if you just take a second to watch, and listen. (And I know that sounds really rich coming from someone with the attention span of a two-year-old on speed, but.)

If I could spend my life just communing or meditating or zoning or whatever with the world around me, things would be so much easier; our society and constructed ways for how we must get from point A to point B are so insanely complicated, but the wind always feels like an old friend caressing my skin, and the full moon is mesmerizing, and I'm constantly finding small joys everywhere in what people and nature have left behind, which usually results in me picking weird shit up off the ground, the sidewalk or the floor or the street, and taking it home. I'm quite accustomed to people looking at me funny: everyone has their own distinct "WTF" face, and in the past I've had far too much fun provoking them.

First off: a while back, can't quite remember when, I went around to all the sections that had hit my list and checked for character filters. I distinctly remember Pokemon not having one while a less likely section was more fortunate; alas, I lost the records, so I went around to all 43 sections and checked again. Every single one, and D.Gray-man, has been bedecked with a nice shiny new filter, except for the following: of the Final Fantasy titles, only the contributors in the thousands (I-VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, X-2, XII) benefited, while the crumbs of the fandom (XIII, Versus XIII, Crystal Chronicles, Tactics, Tactics Advance, Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift) went without; of the Star Trek titles, curiously enough, all but the "Others" section had the filter--I guess the Trekkies have a solid enough foundation (or at least enough infamy) to merit closer attention; and, of course, the Wrestling section, because either nobody wants to deal with that or there are simply too many performers to keep straight.

But the more important part of the news is that D.Gray has character filters. *suppressed squee*

( listy )

Half these people are faceless names who were all dead by the fourth tankoubon, and they forget to put in Anita-san?! Blasphemy! Oh well. This is ff.n, after all. Are people even paid to do stuff like this? Watch the whole thing be run by temps in their spare time when they're not in the sweatshops in some Southeast Asian country making sneakers. It would certainly explain a lot.

I probably shouldn't play with the filters until I'm sure everyone's been using them. So I'll keep to the usual for the D.Cute-section:

( lingua )


~Close-up on English archive ('*' = newer genre)~

( genre )

( ratings )

( status )

( maths )

/10/0/1/x/0/0/0/0/0/1/
sort by: update (code 1) OR publish (code 2)

Overall, I heart this fandom and need to get back to trolling it before it gets too big for me to devour (if it hasn't already), and there are always the little moments when you find something so well-written that it hits you right there in the pit of your stomach, and it makes everything worth it. Viva fandom.

...The graphs are just so pretty. Also, I have this crippling need-to-know complex. And ADD. And...yeah, you know the deal.

Heavy Hitters (10K+ stories)

( numbersnumbers )

It's been...uh...six months since the last check. This time, can't remember why, used decimals on the grand...oh well, it'll just complicate the comparison algorithm a little...although I just remembered that I've always hated subtracting. Damn sneaky numbers, always borrowing without asking first!...But yes! to the numbers: HP went up 21K, Naruto 25.5K, IY 3K. Roughly the same trends as always: Inuyasha fandom is in long-term cooling, Potterdom is still rolling along at the pace its sheer size requires, and the Narutards are still trying their darndest to cream Harry's British clock with a teeny-tiny (but very enthusiastic) Rasengan. Meanwhile, KH, FF7, Pokemon, Bleach, Supernatural, Stargate: SG-1, Avatar, Wrestling (god part of me still can't believe that section exists, and so prolific at that~ XDDD), High School Musical, Prince of Tennis, Sonic, and House have all bumped up; that can probably be attributed to new material in the respective franchises. Happy news!: we have new members of the Cool Kids clique--Doctor Who and Death Note (w00t ♥).  Also, Twilight doubled.

( sad )

Also, on the D.Gray-front:  pre-February I think the archive had between 500 and 1000 stories; by the 23rd it was 1464; 2536 by the fourth of July; 2637 on the 14th; and the current story count is 4396.  If it keeps doubling every six months or so, and I do suspect that this trend will continue, then D.Gray-man will hit the Heavy Hitters in less than a year and work its way up.  The second the dub hits major broadcast channels, all the odds are on the side of there-goes-the-neighborhood, here-come-the-numbers.

(this is just part one, I'm coming up soon with something specifics on Naruto and D.Gray-man and characters and all those shiny new toys that have been updated...though I'm kind of embarrassed I don't recognise half the names on the D.Gray-list, it's really annoying they don't put full names)

OMG I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO MANY TIMES you have no idea XDDD

Um, but to be more coherent. I have over the course of my lifetime--that's from 2:36AM EST Friday February 16th 1990 to, like, now--thought about this so many times I actually have a list in order of preference. Because, because, what with being a small hyperactive over-analytical bookworm with a wild imagination and from small Catholic grade school to mostly repressed year in massive public school to small special ed middle school to art high school, theatre major, and chronic lifelong insomniac with nothing better to do in the midnight hours lying in bed staring at the ceiling than (a) thinking about my day/week/life (b) making shit up (c) fantasizing if I had magic powers (d) making up stories (e) angsty preteen existential introspection that led to angsty teen emo poetry (and fic, natch)...well.

( prelude )

But--to the question asked in the first place. What would my powers be? *goes and gets list*

( listy )

[/tl;dr]

( extra extra read all about it )

(Woohoo, somp'in ta waste ma tahm with.)

I don't think my parents ever tried to stop me from reading a book (probably because they either "wanted me to grow up an enlightened child" or (more likely) were too lazy(mother)/clueless(father) to bother), but there are a few vaguely relevant bits I can remember:

First; when I got into my mother's considerable stash of trash novels around the tender age of...oh...I was probably eight or ten, I don't think she was too happy about it--but that was mostly because I would squirrel the ones she wanted to read/was in the middle of reading away into my room and it would take a team of professional excavational spelunkers to find them again.

Second; in school I was always reading something under the desk/table when I was supposed to be paying attention, and while this ticked the teachers off, it wasn't until I'd switched from my regular fare (Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Sweet Valley High, Babysitters' Club, Goosebumps, Wishbone, American Girl, Boxcar Children, Anne McCaffrey, Tamora Pierce, Diana Wynne Jones, etc.) to what was clearly soft-core porn that they attempted a full-on intervention.  Also, when I (in my early primordial flailing attempts at pre-otakuness) was reading the novelized versions of the Sailor Moon anime, I would get embarrassed and recover them with paper and pretend to be reading something more intelligent than watered-down cartoonish pap that couldn't even spell the word "whoa" (it seems that, even then, I was something of an elitist).

Third; my friend Kate (who I first met when she was a beleaguered summer camp counselor and I a whirling precocious seven-year-old hellion with a vivid imagination, high IQ and a penchant for biting people; over the past decade or so, she's been something of an amalgam of teacher, mentor, babysitter, godmother, sister, idol, and friend) once forbade me from reading The Lovely Bones until I was old enough; for the first time in the history of my life I actually did what I was told, and when it was on my summer reading list in high school, she gave me her copy.

I think that's it.  EDIT:  Ooh, ooh, also!  My friend Jessica B-L (I know waaay too many Jessicas) gave me her copy of the Necronomicon when she moved down to South North Carolina with her Iraq vet combat-medic husband; before that, I would flip through it when I was over at her parents' place (I thought--and still think--that it's the most adorable thing ever), and I would randomly pick a page and read melodramatically and she would freak out and tackle me and wrestle the book away (it didn't matter whether I was reading from "The Conjuration of the Fire God" or the Acknowledgements).

(Hee, downstairs I can hear my cat fussing and scratching in her labohratohree; three guesses what that is.  Socute. ♥)

*flails*  It's Sarah Rees Brennan's birthday, and I'm late again.  >.<;;;;;

Sarah Rees Brennan --> Maya --> sarahtales  is (a) the reason why I'm willing to walk into a bookstore again and look into new books (b) a wealth of bookish knowledge and expertise I've been desperately waiting to tap into my whole life (c) a fanfic writer so skilled and witty I will actually read copious fic for a fandom I usually don't patron of a pairing I normally avoid because of my personal opinion of its likelihood (if you're interested, it's "slim to none") (d) a new author coming out with the first of her debut YA SFF trilogy in Germany in March of 2009 (because US and UK take longer, apparently) for which I will happily learn German and find a way to purchase it online just for the chance to read it earlier (is that too much italicising? my "melodrama" instincts are perking again) (e) ALL OF THE ABOVE.

Hence, the flailing.  About a year ago I ran across her work Drop Dead Gorgeous (reasonable use of italics, hurray) while halfway through infiltrating the lovely FastForward Sarge's pro-SasuNaru RYFG Yahoo!group (incidentally, curiosity killed the cat and nothing Eugene O'Neill says can change that), fell on the floor laughing (can you keep track of my manic ADD parenthetic-interjection-infested narrative? I know I can't), looked up the author, discovered a personality overwhelmingly worthy of stalkage, read all her public LJ posts, friended her, and started a cult.  Okay, maybe not the last part, but I should have!  Because somewhere around--oh, was it November?  It might have been November--she landed an amazing multi-figure book deal that splashed her fame all over the internet and beyond.  That's an awful lot of cult members; we might even weigh out Scientology and Dahn Yoga if we recruit hard enough.  Shortly after, she Came Out on LJ, gave her name as Brennan, Sarah Rees, and collected several hundred more rabid fans (If not several thousand).  Even more exciting, despite having been a BNF (Big Name Fan for those who, like me, are constantly out of the loop) for like forever and rapidly becoming an actual celebrity, she actually responds thoughtfully to comments on her journal.  (And let me tell you, those italics were quite merited (those too!).)

Have I said hence-the-flailing yet?  I have?  Good.

So, it's her birthday, and I don't know quite what to do (seeing as I'm a bit of a no-name, after all, and that's most certainly the way I like it) besides spontaneously (and impotently) declaring today (September 21--at least I think it's not midnight yet...Lord, but I do suck at this birthday thing) an international book-loving holiday; I don't know her personally, she doesn't know me personally, I highly doubt she reads my elljay, and have I mentioned the flailing yet?

I don't know what to do.  This is pretty much what it's like for me all the time, so I guess I'll do what I always do: something rather stupid with a lot of big words thrown on top to make it seem like the appropriate thing to do.  (Hey, it's gotten me this far...)  I copied D_T's idea of birthday posts earlier, and though I'd thought to limit that to friends/people who actually read my journal, the flailing won out.  And look, it's not even f-locked (at least, I think it isn't; this technology claptrap-whippersnappers-etc. tends to confound me, and then deliver a swift kick in the ovaries).  Yay?

So, celebrating how cool I think Sarah Rees Brennan/Maya is, this post is born.  And it took less than an hour, holy crap.  That's a first...

(Merited italics!--oh wait, the joke's over?  Sorry about that...)

...

(See?  Even thinking about her makes me more verbose!  She chafes the rust off my vocabulary despite years in inner-city Boston--which is quite the achievement, let me tell you [vague approximation of audience/friends/my mother/my cat--oh, who am I kidding, my cat hates me].)

*shuts up*

Poll #1222882 *polly poll poll*
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

What is your stance on the identity of manga-ka Hoshino Katsura (D.Gray-man)?

Second in a series of stupid impulsive actions: The Random Stupid Poll. (The first one...well, I'll get around to that later.)

(Hoshino Katsura will actually be making a public appearance at Germany's AnimagiC con in the first week of August, so...I'm tempted to actually put money on a gender bet in order to collect in a month and put towards the ephemeral dream of college...)


TO THE STATISTICS!

D.Gray-man's archives have doubled in just four-and-a-half months, to 2536 stories total (that's the equivalent of 102 pages of fic).


~Close-up on English archive ('*' = newer genre)~

( ratings stats )

( status stats )

/10/0/1/x/0/0/0/0/0/1/
sort by: update (code 1) OR publish (code 2)

Overall, damn but this fandom has grown fast.  And now that Funimation's licensed it for dubbing, the tsunami of American n00bfans can already be seen in the distance, ready to turn my precious precious tinyfandom into the likes of Bleach, Inuyasha, and Naruto.  I don't know whether I want to swell with pride or lock D.Gray-man in its room and tell it it's not allowed to date until it's thirty...  *sob*  They grow up so fast...

(Also, this would have been posted like five days ago had the computer not been taken apart, moved from one room from another, put back together, broke down, fixed, caught a virus, quarantined, scanned, and reset.  AND THEN LIVEJOURNAL DECIDED TO HATE ME.  Mother of God.  *deathglares at evilthing*)

I have to share this computer with my mother, so I don't have the time or resources to update the D.Gray-man or Naruto stats yet.


I reviewed the heavy hitters in all the categories (comics is still utterly bereft of anything significant):






Apart from the top three, nothing has really budged much except Kingdom Hearts (up 4K) and Twilight, which has actually doubled.  If it weren't for Jasper Fforde and Sarah Rees Brennan, I'd give up all hope for the future of modern literature.  (If anyone compares Stephanie Meyer to J.K. Rowling, they're lying.)

۩
 

That's the first one.  There's another.  -_-;;  More tomorrow--I'm out of school, applying for a summer job, have nothing much to do.  My precious darling Hermione (yes, I named my new laptop, and no, it wasn't specifically for the Harry Potter character--awesome as Hermione Jean Granger is, there is precedent of the name in both Shakespeare and Greek history, not to mention the number of possible nicknames referencing the word "mine;" we have technological possession issues in my house) fried right in front of me not three months after buying it off eBay (curse you, eBay! *shakes fist*) and I've been sneaking onto the computer my mother uses when she's looking the other way.  Right now I'm making an effort to catch up on D.Gray-man: rereading ZONE, wtf-ing over chapter 159, going over past notes and compiling new ones.  Still trying to screw my head on straight.  *emo!sigh*

(Dayadhvam_Triad, if you have any problem with the content being displayed in a Google-unsafe zone, just comment and I'll take it off.  Also, I kind of love you.  *glomps* ♥) 

I am officially dead and this is my spectre come back from the grave to...uhhh...meander around doing random shit.

So!  To business.  Around January/February/March Dayadhvam_Triad (hereafter referred to as D_T, as the whole name is far too much effort to type out--Eliot was such a drama queen) got into D.Gray-man, and I promptly hijacked her post fangirling about it.  I'm rereading it, because I'm easily distracted and because I'm still working on a couple responses to those threads.  It's too much goddamn effort to keep it all in the indenting LJ format where eventually the sentence is like

At
Lev
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don
thin
the
Aku
itse
is
quit
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or
part
inte
and
self
awa

and of course that's lame, so.  My original intent for this account (as I had no idea what had come into my head to make me apply for an account on yet another website I had no interest in at the time) was archiving fandom babble, and in D_T I found a comrade in the joys of geeking, so.

...I end far too many sentences with the word "so."

 
(this thing has randomly indented because it obviously hates me.  YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BE SUBTLER THAN THAT, YOU PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE BITCH.)

So.  Um.  Mucho with the not-being-on-the-intarwebs.  Um.  In my defense *suppresses Phoenix Wright joke; I don't even play video games, goddammit* I have good reasons, involving senior year and our graduation requirement as theatre majors and hospitalizations and nervous breakdowns and yada yada yada.  Am posting my Shit Needs To Get Done list (in no particular order):

- reassure MMPU that yes I am still among the living (I was about to post in the TT3, guys, I swear, but then I wound up in the hospital for like a week and...well, not so much with the posting.  I'm kinda flattered that Rascall came all the way to LJ to look for me, though -^^- )

- arrrgh ohmygod those entries I hijacked on D_T's journal have been dead for, like, TWO MONTHS   DDDDX

- *headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*  Must...finish...replying...

- renovations/updates/OCDlike edits to do on teh elljay (e.g. FIX THE GODDAMN CUTS, JUDY)

- oh yeah, social life, right...

- get Chuunin off email spam list because what with the not-caring phase with the Naruto fandom and all (sorry, Kishimoto-sensei, but I think the Itachicaust clinched it...I mean, I'll try to catch up, if only for old times' sake, but I just don't care enough anymore to want to have to deal with the 19374920.445 alerts that OMG LJ USER #XXY HAS POSTED ON CHUNNIN!!!111elevently)

- retackle tinyfail on ff.n (I think the D.Gray-fantards might reach 2K stories soon~  *suppresses fatuous squeal*  Sooo cuuute~)

- speaking of the precious tinyfandom, have I done the postingness of the statistics yet?...I might need to update that, come to think of it...

- why the fuck are those HP Harajuku Girl Whatever things in the sidebar ads for whatsername so fucking annoying?  *kills*

- --Gwen Stefani, that's it!  Why the hell was my first thought of Madonna?

- wait, that wasn't on my to-do list...

- figure out which of the 155 (count 'em...155!  Hot damn, the last time I saw that number was when I looked at my inbox on dA...hey, speaking of dA...  *heads for the hills*) ff.n alerts on my notes-to-self list I want to actually spend time catching up with

- oh, hey, homework.  Grades.  Graduation.  Riiight.

- get ass in gear on (a) burning Finnish/Suomi (specifically Savo) phonetics and transliteration dynamics into brain, then memorizing Ievan Polkka and a couple four ELT songs (FUNDAMENTAL LOVE, jump, Mata Ashita, Koibumi)

- read various hardcopy before I lose the Window of Opportunity

- catch up on D.Gray-manga, possibly Naruto manga

- bother with D.Gray-anime and Naruto anime?  Evaluate variables of caring and giving a shit


Et cetera.  So, I'm on it!  Sort of.  MMPU and um I think elljay are my first interweb priorities (right after Googling ultrarapid and ultradian cycling bipolar and hitting up WebMD for a far-fetched answer to the weird facial rashes the doctors can't seem to figure out), and above all, I'M NOT QUITE DEAD YET.

...

WOOHOO!  SPRING BREAK!  *charges off; runs into brick wall; exit stage left*

I have an update to the last Naruto Fandom Report!  ^^

*was supposed to be doing her homework, oops*










...Okay, I'm seriously going to bed now.

Over the 2007-08 holiday break, D.Gray-man ate my soul.

So of course I'm head over heels. ♥  And best of all, the D.Gray-fandom isn't even massive like Harry Potter and Naruto and Inuyasha--there's only a thousand or so stories on the Pit, which means I can go through them all and get an idea of what the fandom's about without missing anything.

Geh, don't have the energy to write any decent intro right now--just, here's the stats.

NEVAR DOUBT THE POWER OF JUDY'S PROCRASTINATION-NO-JUTSU.

--

(Harry Potter is currently at 344,004 stories.  Naruto is at 126,092. Inuyasha lags behind at 78,031.  But WHO CARES about those big bloated depraved fandoms, when I have the world's cutest tinyfandom RIGHT HERE?~ ♥ ♥ ♥)

D.Gray-man has grown to 1464 stories (socute) (that's 59 pages, up 10p or 248s from two months ago!~ ♥)


~Oh, look how much you've grown!~  *pinches D.Gray-fandom's cheeks, squashes to saggy bosom and leaves embarrassing fuschia lipstick marks on its face* ♥ 


Overall, the section has bloomed 22% in just two months, and if it keeps up it'll be a large healthy Pit-section in no time.  ^^  Sotiny~ Socute~ ♥

~So for the last couple months I've been powering through all 299 stories with 5000 words or more (code 5) (I'm ignoring the other 955 or so tinyfic, at least until they're big enough to warrant examination--there are far more phailfic and emo poetry than there are 1337 drabbles), and these are my observations thus far:
 

♥ 

(Hey, maybe I should start that homework now...)