Aislynn Diago

So, I was checking through things yesterday, and it appears that whoever controls the gmail invitations went slightly insane when they got to me ... end of story, I have six (6) invites with no prior claim. Anyone interested, let me know.

So, I went off to quebec for a month, came back, and it's taken me until now to be able to get myself put together. I have no exuses, except that I kind of forgot that my computer really existed, except for writing and occasional random other things. Anyways, kicking things off again (hopefully I'll actually start being around, now) is a tribute to my new watercolour pencil crayons. And FMA. ( In the form of art. ) Comments? Criticism?

For a project for a friend - she and I worked together to create alter-egos for all of us, and this is the first, Dana. She can ... make sparks. That's about it, but it'll keep her happy, we think. ( Le Voila )

So, I'm putting off studying for finals, and decided to fill my time by taking ( photographs of my various pets. ) Enjoy!

So I was sitting in art class with some random seniors who were just kind of hanging out there, and made the mistake of saying that I was bored. This resulted immediately in Ruth turning and holding me at pencil-point, with the choice of drawing or death. ( This ) is the result of that. Done in kind of Marvel stlye, in honour of the subject matter, I actually used no references, and so for that alone i'm amazingly proud. I was also faced with the difficulty of only having a purple pencil crayon, but some time spent here has fixed that problem, at least. Opinions? Comments at all? Horrible criticism? Whatever works ... Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman in Battle, with a slight twist.

Will be coloured some time next week, probably, unless some teacher slaughters me first.

( More Art! ) Not done yet, but...

New sketch, pencil and coloured pencil, I'm rather proud of it, considering the -lack- of time put in. ( Le voila )

Well, through somewhat random luck I'm off of hp_survivor. Cursed purple rock .. it was fun! At any rate, it means that I now have more time, and my mind no longer has to think of desperate strategies, so I think my fic will be getting back in action again, which will be a good thing. It's ... horribly overdue, and I feel rather moderately horrible about that, so I'm going to try and finish everything up soon. As always.

Convenient, though. Life is getting kind of complicated atm, and sleep was getting kind of pushed off to the side - perhaps now I'll have time for my full ... what, six hours of sleep? Yes, I am pathetic.

It takes so little. Don't walk, mustn't fall, mustn't trip. Don't want to spill yourself. Keep the world perfectly upright, pristine, safe, careful now, because if anything were to happen to go wrong, there's no turning back. A damn is fine and good, the perfect preservation, until the hole appears, and the little Dutch boy can only stand there for so long before his thumb starts to turn numb, and then what? A hairline fracture that cracks and chips and shatters until it's broken, and we all know how hard it is to put the river back once we're done with it. It doens't listen to your polite words, it doesn't care what you have to say or why, it just cares to be a river, to keep flowing, and if you happen to be in the way, it doesn't know how to worry about you. A vally isn't a vally to a river, it's a home, a chance to expand horisons, to become more. And from there, there's no stopping it. The sea will rise up and never stop, becuse the river will never stop, until it is gone and all that is left behind is a shell of shattered bones that once contained it. So play safe, Billy.

Wow, it's been a long time. But I havn't really had very much to write about, save the typical rants, and I don't like ranting for no reason. However, there are two points of interest now, which warrent something. First off, I found the ( watercolour ) that went missing five months ago, in the back of a cupboard in the photocopying room at the school. It's my favorite piece to date, except perhaps what I'm working on at the moment, which should be finished tomorrow, and I'm horribly pleased.

The second note is that I managed to find myself playing Dumbledore (dumblebee) in hp_survivor, which looks like it will be a lot of fun, although I'm not quite sure how it happened. Anyway, i'm looking forward to when the game actually starts, on the 5th, and until then will content myself with worrying about other, more immediate stuff.

So, for business tech today we've been told to come with a topic for a website with 5 - 10 subpages ... the first thigns that come to mind are most definately not suitable for class, so i was wondering if anyone else had any ideas. Lemme know? Or i'll have to resort to my own mind, and we know how well that'll turn out.

I really love these things. They're so often right, unless they're not. And I make perfect sense.

Finally got around to scanning and formatting these, which actually took a LOT longer than i expected ... ah well, whatever. ( here are some of the better ones. ) Enjoy.

I got back from Cuba today! Which really isn't all that exciting ... and I have nothing to say, because I'm tired, but a full recap will probably be coming later, along with the good pics that I should be getting developed tomorrow, to make people jealous.

I've been wanting to re-watch Fight Club for the longest time, and when I got my hands on it, I actually found myself inspired. I'm pleased, because it doens't happen to me very often. Of course, true to me, it was written at 3 something in the morning ... which makes it kinda sketchy, but it seems decent enough.

Jack/Tyler slash, not quite sure what the rating is ... R+, probably. Gotta love the mind games.

( As of Yet Untitled )

Any thoughts, comments, corrections, whatever, lemme know?

Local officials nearly fall for H2O hoax

ALISO VIEJO, Calif. - City officials were so concerned about the potentially dangerous properties of dihydrogen monoxide that they considered banning foam cups after they learned the chemical was used in their production.

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Then they learned, to their chagrin, that dihydrogen monoxide — H2O for short — is the scientific term for water.
"It's embarrassing," said City Manager David J. Norman. "We had a paralegal who did bad research."

The paralegal apparently fell victim to one of the many official looking Web sites that have been put up by pranksters to describe dihydrogen monoxide as "an odorless, tasteless chemical" that can be deadly if accidentally inhaled.

As a result, the City Council of this Orange County suburb had been scheduled to vote next week on a proposed law that would have banned the use of foam containers at city-sponsored events. Among the reasons given for the ban were that they were made with a substance that could "threaten human health and safety."

The measure has been pulled from the agenda, although Norman said the city may still eventually ban foam cups.

"If you get Styrofoam into the water and it breaks apart, it's virtually impossible to clean up," Norman said.

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Sight is a wonderful thing. Having watched two movies and wandered around at night wearing sunglasses, I am now in a position to truy appreciate being able to see the world without them. Plans for the next few days are somewhat insane - I know i've made them, but I can't for the life of me remember when or where or with whom they're supposed to be happening. I really should start writing these things down.

Oh, this is just wonderful. I've managed to lose my glasses at the exact same time as my contacts go missing. In case it seemed like things couldn't get worse, the store I buy my things from happens to be closed on mondays, which means I'm blind for a day unless I can somehow dig up either contacts or glasses. Which means I have to clean my room. The only problem is, it already looks clean, so I'm going to have some problems here, I think. At any rate, whatever.

Beware the Ides of March indeed!

Oh, and incidentally, today is not my birthday. I have this annoying tendancy to put down the ides of march if my real birthday doesn't come to the top of my mind quickly enough - my birthday, for all who care, is actually on August 28.

*yawn* it's nice to finally be able to create sumfing again. Maybe it'll continue? Or maybe not. We'll see. Of course, it's not quite finished, 'cause i'm too tired right now to bother with the trimming outside of the lines etc, and the background is entirely made of photoshop cheats, but I think I can live with that.

Preface: I'm a HP fanfiction writer, and proud of it. I've started a number of fics in my time, and it seems that no matter what you do, anything involving student life also involves the oh so fabulous 'Sorting Hat Song'. Of course, I could just gloss it over, but that's not my style, so over the years I've written a grand total of nineteen of these monstrosties. They've evolved from a complex rhyme scheme with metre in an Elegaic stlye to straight, old fashioned sonnets - I've even done a Song that was a collection of limerics. And by the end of it all, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the Sorting Hat. I mean, come on. It's a talking hat, with obvious intelligence and mental powers, and what does it get to do? Come out for a measly half hour once a year, argue with little brats who think they know what's best for them, and find yet ANOTHER way to tell a bunch of kids, who are no doubt already bored out of their minds, about something that almost all of them have heard a million times already. It's got to really suck. Therefore, I felt obligated to give the Hat some of the credit that it deserves, and also a chance to get back at the world. Maybe say what it really thinks, for once. 'Cause, come on. We all know that Gryffindors are often brave to the point of stupidity, Ravenclaws have NO practical use, Slytherins, whiles Sexy, are caniving little bastards and Hufflepuff is just another name for quivering pile of jelly.

Therefore, I present to you, for your enjoyment or perhaps otherwise, the Sorting Hat's REAL song.

*ahem*

Oh look, another crowd of young ones here,
To find the Hogwarts House in which they'll stay,
With friends and foes alike for seven years,
And I can sort them all, oh great, hooray!

But first I have some things to tell you all,
Which will, no doubt, take quite a lot of time,
Because, in fact I simply like to stall,
And see how many words there are to rhyme.

So now I'll start right here to natter on,
And tell you all about the Founders Four,
And if, perchance, you've heard my other song,
Feel free to fall asleep - just, please don't snore.

Now, Gryffindor, he liked his students brave,
In fact, I think poor Godric was quite dumb,
He led his pupils straight to early graves,
But none of them complained - no, not a one.

Rowena Ravenclaw was very bright,
And wanted all her kids to be the same,
In this, she might have made an oversight,
'Cause now they're all huge snobs, and she's to blame.

Well, Helga Hufflepuff was true, they say,
A name like that, I think she'd have to be,
So now they work like slaves, and all do pray,
'I hope the Slytherins don't pick on me!'

And finally we get to Slytherin,
Which is, all told, just evil to the bone,
Which House were all the great Dark Tyrants in?
Yup! Slytherin's the place they all called 'Home'.

Now I think that was quite impressive, there.
That each and every Founder has a name
That has itself a quality quite rare;
First and last name's first letters are the same.

Why look! It seems the Hall is silent now,
The First Years all look terrified, to boot!
And Dumbledore will surely have a cow,
While dear Minerva gets out of her hoot.

But really, I've done naught but tell the truth,
Althought it seems you've all been scandalized.
You thought your house was Great? Oh shame, forsooth!
And all those wonderous flaws you've dearly prized.

Well come on now, a fresh new batch is here,
And maybe these guys here can fix the crap
Or ... maybe not ... oh dearie me, I fear
Perhaps I'd just be best to shut my trap!

So if your name starts with a double 'A',
Let's get a move on, come on up and sit,
I'll read your mind, and you're House name I'll say,
Before your wonderous school does have a fit!

But, oh, I just remembered one last thing -
I have to say, this was a pleasure great.
This thing where once a year I get to sing,
Before I'm once again shoved in a crate.

So if you didn't like what you have heard,
There are some changes that you might propose,
Like sunlight, and a place that has a bird,
Just think on it - yes, now the song can close.

The -- *mmmph!!!*

End note: Alas, the poor Hat sang it's last song the day that came out. Albus, in an uncharacteristic display of fury, had the entire thing chopped up and burned when Phawkes had a Burning Day. A replacement was found, the Sorting Wellington, but everyone agrees that it's never been quite the same since.