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What Neon Genesis Evangelion character are you?

I need to rewatch a bunch of anime... Eva, Utena, Cowboy Bebop, Rurouni Kenshin, and S.E. Lain come to mind... I'm also in the market for new stuff too. Recommend something for me that I might like, something with a good balance of super-deform slapstick and seriousness. Preferably not focused on an endless series of fights (DBZ types need not apply) or mecha.

I'm going to kick back and rewatch Moulin Rouge! I am in the mood for anachronistic yet gloriously costumed melodramatic silliness today.

So as opposed to my ubercraptastic last weekend, this weekend has been wonderful. . . . I haven't been writing about it because lots of stuff has been happening, and also yesterday I was also stumbling about in a harry-potter-no-sleep induced stupor. But, I'm a bit more awake now, and as sundart is happily cooking up some wheat-free pancakes for us, I have a little bit of time to express the highlights.

I came home from an only-mildly-lame-mostly-good day at work to find that darkling_dreams had arrived and was recovering from some craptastic job interviews-type bullshit in Lower Warzone, as beatgoddess refers to Springfield. We had a pretty good chat on the couch, and made plans to order Chinese and head for the Potter Party at spacecrime. Meanwhile sundart had arrived home and absconded with the phone while darkling_dreams and I settled on the couch to watch the latest VH1 countdown. And then the toilet exploded . . .

No I'm not kidding. Why is it that the toilet always has to overflow after . . . well, it really really needs to be flushed? Thus followed a jamboree of stanching a small flood of dirty water, poopherding, as beatgoddess said in her livejournal - she arrived home just as we managed to fill the tank and stop the damn thing from running - and disinfecting everything with Clorox. Oh well. I needed a shower, and while it was gross, beatgoddess and I did enjoy the inkblot test we had devised. And there was a perverse humor in the situation . . . even though pressing an ear to our downstairs neighbor's front door revealed the fact that it was raining in her kitchen. She was cool about it though - I saw her mopping on my way out to the Potter Party, apologized and was answered with a shrug, a smile and an "oh well, I needed to mop my kitchen anyway."

Darkling and I dressed for the Potter Party and departed aroung 10:30 and arrived, in one peice and successfully parellel parked (go her!). I ws expecting to see more people I knew there, but enjoyed the crowd that was present and the lack of overzealous screaming children. It also gave me a chance to peek at all the really fun looking games people were playing. I also purchased three other books while I was there - a new, fascinating looking one by Simon Green (if anyone reading this hasn't read Blue Moon Rising or the Hawk and Fisher books, get thee to a bookstore now lest i kick you in the head!) the Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury (which I hadn't read since we had to read it for English in 7th grade) and the first volume of the Lone Wolf and Cub manga series (the main characters of whom I later recognized in an episode of Samurai Jack darkling_dreams and I watched later on). I also worked a little bit on my contact juggling when I was tired of walking around and looking at everything, and almost mastered the half butterfly move with my left hand (Labyrinth fans should be familiar with this one - watch out Goblin King!). We departed spacecrime happy (dianime had purchased some books too, although the latest trade volume of the Strangers in Paradise series sparked a quasi-angsty conversation in the car about relationships). She had also (as she just remided me whilst reading over my shoulder) purchased a small posable red dragon with bright green eyes and black PVC claws whom she later named Aku. Hee hee, I'm converting Samurai Jack fans right and left.

Darkling and I returned home around 12:30, watched a few episodes of Samurai Jack, then she went to bed and I leaped into Order of the Phoenix. Several hours later, as the sun was streaming into the living room and after squirming on too-small couch with big heavy book, sundart woke up to get ready for her work meeting and came in to give me a hug. Grateful to change reading locales, I crawled into the bed she had just vacated and finished the last 200 pages amidst warm blankets and fuzzy kitties. :)

Of course, having had no sleep, it was damn silly idea for me to think I could take a nap at quarter to 11 and wake up and meet sundart downtown at 12. Ha. Woke up at 12:45, swore loudly, and took off on my bike only to meet her coming home several blocks away. She laughed at me, and then she Dianime and I all went downtown to shop for paganery stuff for our little Solstice gathering . . . we then quietly (since Austin was still sleeping) watched the first 2 tapes of Himiko-den, which I liked - when I was awake enough to watch it. I kept nodding off in the middle.

Part 2 of my weekend will soon follow, as we still have tape 3 to watch and I;m letting my pancakes get cold. Should also do some dishes at some point. Ah well!

I had a good weekend, mostly. It was fun revisiting Escaflowne. :) I may have to break down and buy the box set of DVDs at this point. I also got my hair done! a gazillion braids wonderously accented in purple, navy blue and green. sundart didn't seem to be having quite as much fun as she was stressing about her mystery gastrointestinal thing on Saturday, but she finally worked out a to do list for herself towards going to the doctor, so that helped. She liked the anime though. Escaflowne is another example of an anime series or movie where I don't much care for the protagonist, but I love the supporting cast and the story around them. Spirited Away, which we also watched this weekend (second time for me) kinda falls into the same category - I love the world of the bath house and the story of Chihiro's quest, but I don't care much for her as a character. I guess for me, it just seems that the heroines of shoujo anime are just kind of there and things happen to them and they don't usually have a clue what's going on. At least, that seems to be the case of almost all of the series I've seen, which doesn't amount to very many. I'll have to see if this trend pans out in any others I see.

In other news, I had way too much time to brood to myself on the way home as I was staring out the window of the bus and listening to loud, angsty, goth music (redundant, yes, I know). I guess that plus observing how lonely and isolated highways always seem got to me . . . Anyway, I found myself remembering a conversation I had had with sundart ages back about intense relationships and remarking to her that if we ever broke up that would probably be it for me and I wouldn't try for any level of serious relationship with anyone else again. I remember saying that those levels of relationships required a lot of work in getting to certain levels of intimacy, and the more work you put into a relationship, the more potential they have to turn around and bite you in the ass. Disturbingly enough, as some aspect of everyone's and their sister's husband's mistress' cousin's sex-slave's dog's lives seem to be falling apart, the voice responsible for that statement has reared her ugly head, and lately she's getting hard to ignore. I've been having these urges to run into my room, dive under the covers and scream "LEAVE ME ALONE!" to the world at large. Although I'm wondering what harm a little period of antisociability will do, not that I have much opportunity to be antisocial packed into an apartment with three, sometimes four other people, not to mention other people who keep calling or who expect me to call them . . . I dunno. *sigh* I don't like these misanthropic periods in my life, they suck and make me want to throw things. bleh.

There were some good things about the trip home. On I 91, just outside of Springfield I saw a whole herd of deer by the side of the road grazing in the sunset, which I'd never seen before. And even though the music playing was deep and angsty, it fell well into the category of music that is vastly improved by going 60 + miles per hour. That and I discovered an amusing thing about the chickenscratch I call my handwriting - it retains its wierd, slanty, spidery, clearly left-handed tendancies whether I'm writing in English, Russian, or attempting to write Japanese kanji like I was earlier. Ball point pens, BTW, don't do ideographs any kind of justice. I wonder if the same trait would hold true for a script-y language written from right to left, like Arabic?

Anyway, there was my weekend.