RIP tamagotchi
What a tiring day.. started off discussing samurai power structures in class. It was quite cool, being the one listening instead of talking for a change, and to have such a knowledgable classmate. Even Dr Steben stopped to comment on his grasp of Japanese culture.
*sniff* I want my printer. I don’t like the idea of being dependent on people or organizations. I know you can’t live alone in this world, I’m just trying to be as independent as possible. When you depend on others, it decreases your control over your life. Yes, I am a control freak. It is a sign of mild obsession.
I had a look at the fictionalley.org online shop. The items are so gorgeous and tasteful. It consists mostly of apparel and general merchandise, decorated with art from the site. I want the Draco thingies! I do! But the shop site itself is run by this company that doesn’t accept money orders or international bank drafts, which is my preferred method of payment.
Was reading the first volume of the collected Sandman series. It’s dark, edgy and somewhat disturbing. Yummy. It’s not as dark as League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, which did actually turn me off with its graphic and somewhat gratuitious violence. I’m not putting down Alan Moore, his stuff is fantastic. It’s just that I don’t know if a man who gleefully whacks someone’s brains out is really supposed to be saving the world by that action. I guess it’s the humane perspective on that. The victim didn’t deserve what was coming to him. I think that was what disturbed me the most.
I personally feel, after reading the 1st story arc, that Sandman is a kinder, less vindictive being than Lucifer. Lucifer does not hesitate to punish those who have offended him. He sentenced a demon lord to eternal damnation just because he felt that he had been manipulated by said demon. I know that you don’t get to be Lord of Hell by being soft-hearted, but it just shows what kind of person Lucifer is. And somehow it attracts me. I love a man who is confident in his power. *grr*
Dream of the Endless, on the other hand, was faced with a maniac intent on taking over his dreamworld, and mocked most rudely, and yet in the end, all he did was send the maniac back to the asylum. And not in a mean way either; he gave them peaceful slumber that night as well. Which is impossible to find in a house of bedlam.
About the Tamagotchis.. well I finally procured a properly-sized screwdriver, and inserted batteries into both the eggs, but my sister’s purple one is even worse off than mine. NONE of the buttons work. At least mine only had one button not working. But when you only have 3 buttons, all the buttons are essential to using the toy, so both of them are write-offs. Pity. I was so hoping to resurrect them. I suppose I’ll have to settle for playing Sims again.
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