kohikari: text: "I read crappy fanfiction in / my spare time. / It's crap, / I know it's crap, / and yet I / can't stop." (guilty habit)
Alternative Title: Bomb-Ass Holiday Cookies

The first thing you should know about me in the kitchen is that I am Lazy As Fuck.  Left to my own devices, I eat instant ramen and boxed macaroni-&-cheese out of the saucepan I make them in, so I don't have to wash dishes.  I don't use a colander because I'd have to clean that too, so instead I've taught myself how to drain the macaroni very carefully using a chopstick to hold it in place.  I hate extra work and I hate cleaning up.  Also I seesaw between freaking out over doing something wrong and going "fuck it, I don't even care anymore," so my approach to cooking is kind of...I don't cook much.

But I FUCKING LOVE CHRISTMAS COOKIES, and my mom is usually too wiped from the end-of-year overtime-work-and-cooking-holiday-dinner routine to do it herself, so I had to take over.  And the cutout sugar cookies with the colorful powdered-sugar-and-lime-juice icing are delicious and nostalgic and awesome, but when it's already after sundown on Christmas Day and I've been working all week and procrastinating my ass off...it's just easier to make a batch of these instead.

The first thing you should know about me in general is that I am incredibly judgemental, bad at keeping a lid on it, and enjoy editorializing far too much.  Expect annotations to get out of control as per usual.


* NOTE: this is adapted from this Whole Foods recipe, but I'm ignoring all the fussy bullshit & also what is wrong with these people that there's no molasses in their spice cookies? who the hell wants their gingerbread to be blond???

equipment )
ingredients )
DIRECTIONS:

QUICK RUNDOWN

  • blend dry ingredients in one mixing bowl

  • suck it up & get out the mixer

  • cream butter & sugar in the other mixing bowl

  • dump in the egg, vanilla, & molasses and mix that in

  • dump the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients & mix well (but not too well)

  • scrape dough into two log-type-objects, wrap in plastic wrap, & stick it in the freezer

  • clean up the mess & twiddle your thumbs for 30-60 minutes

  • break the dough into cookie-sized chunks, mold chunks into cookie shape, roll in sugar, and put on baking sheet

  • bake for 15ish minutes until they're doneish

  • enjoy ♥


DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS (for people like me who angst over the directions on the back of the shampoo bottle)
tl;dr )
If any Actual CooksTM wind up reading this, please feel free to correct any errors in my baking logic.  I may be doing this horribly wrong; all I really know is that the cookies turn out edible enough.

* (This is where the official recipe wants you to slice your "6-inch discs" of cookie dough into "24 equal wedges," roll them into "5-inch rope[s]," and twist them in pairs. If you're anything like me, that sentence made you want to start hyperventilating a little. What the hell do they expect you to do, use a ruler???)
kohikari: text: "I read crappy fanfiction in / my spare time. / It's crap, / I know it's crap, / and yet I / can't stop." (guilty habit)

[EDIT: now crossposted on the tumblr]

This is something I worked out a while ago...like, in the last two years?  2014ish maybe.  Because I was reading yet another werefic based on hilariously inaccurate theories of grey wolf social structure*, and I decided to finally hammer out my headcanon for D.Gray-characters being wereshifters.  (Also the biologically-enforced-gender-role dynamics, but I'm leaving out that part because it's kinky but ultimately pisses me off.)

Assuming some humans manifest some sort of magical spiritual totemic bond with animals of a specific extant species of carnivore, but instead of being able to wolfwhisper you instead turn into a wolf; limiting the species pool to commonly known (/culturally significant) charismatic animals in a few of the Carnivora families, because most people don't know or care about fossa or binturong**.

who what )

(I apologize in advance for the taxonomy geekery contained below.)

unnecessarily recursive footnotes )

kohikari: a kitten gnawing on a stuffed Godzilla toy (kitten claws)
because reasons.

disclaimer:  since this is my best guess of what she sings based on a single live youtube video, this is probably at least 20% bullshit; italics are for serious wobblies--'yo' versus 'wo', however the fuck she's conjugating/declining the verb at the end of the chorus, etc.  I did srs research with my ears, Denshi Jisho, and Google Translate!  you have been warned.

ELIZAVETA - 夢みる
(Yumemiru: the Japanese version/adaptation of her song "Dreamer," a single on the Beatrix Runs album)
夢みる )


the lyrics of the original english-language version for comparison:
Dreamer )
kohikari: a woman walking down a street, limned by an electrical explosion (kaerimichi)
(yo!  *waves*  so I'm not as prolific or social as I used to be.  oh well.  I intend to keep this up, anyway, even if it is down to, like, one update a year.  I got projects and shit that I may or may not eventually get up here.  so much cross-concepting...)

So, in the same vein as Kirikirimai and In Our Dreams, here's my take of the lyrics to Elizaveta's recent English-language EP "HERO".  All of these are based on my perception of the words spoken, not necessarily the original intent; where I'm entirely unclear on what the hell she's singing, I'll note it with italics and plenty of bewildered question marks.

01. HERO
02. RED BALLOON
03. SORRY
04. SPACEMAN
05. GOD ONLY KNOWS

01. HERO
Elizaveta posted her official lyrics here on her blog, but the background is unnoted and there are occasional differences (asterisked).  For the Russian part, I have the original lyrics she posted in Cyrillic and a tentative transliteration beneath.

I'm the one who will fall )


02. RED BALLOON
Elizaveta posted her official version of the first part of the first verse here on her tumblr, but not the rest of the lyrics, and there's a word substitution on the EP track ("flew" instead of "took"). (I'm ignoring the "ba ba da, ba ba da, ...ba ba da; ba ba da, ba ba da, ba ba da ba da ba da" bit during the latter part of the final chorus for reasons of clutter and inability to appropriately represent the vocal layering without winding up with an incomprehensible wall of text.)

I want to fly forever )


03. SORRY
Someone posted a version of these lyrics on a popular lyric site, but I disagree on a few points (asterisked).  (Also it sounds like the song was recorded in a bathroom with so-so acoustics, but I'm sure it's an artistic choice, alongside all that vibrato...)

I don't care if I let you down )


04. SPACEMAN
I am excessively fond of this song, even if I'm dubious about the use of dubstep in it, but for the life of me I can't confidently identify a number of the lines.  Auuugh.  Mondegreen lines italicized.

can you hear me now )


05. GOD ONLY KNOWS
This one is fairly short, sweet, and simple, compared to the multilayered clusterfucks above.  Also a nice conclusion to the album.  If there only wasn't that one damn line...

the song I'll never sing for you )


:D
kohikari: a stack of books with the words "read more / ...be stupid less" (brain food)
Part II of "I can't find the lyrics to this moderately obscure song and it's pissing me off"!  Today's edition: Linda Yamamoto, 1974, "Kirikirimai".  I ran across this song back in '06 or '07 while looking for Orange Range's "Kirikirimai"; the contrast alone is hilarious, but the song itself is catchy, and Linda is adorable, and I needed someone to supplement The Peanuts in my pitiful repertoire of old-school J-pop.

[/disclaimed] )

totsuzen warui sasayaki kikoe... )

Uh.  So yeah.  This is just lyrics, not a translation; Google Translate is inconsistent at best, and I'm functionally incompetent.  (See, I've technically been studying Japanese for seven years now, only I'm really lazy and kind of an otaku, so it's all been through anime/manga and Japanese popular music.  It would be so easy to find one of those online tutorials in conjugation and grammar and syntax and verbs and adjectives and so on and so forth, but...well, let's just say that my default setting is Nara Shikamaru.)
kohikari: tall dark tree trunks obscured by fog (see the forest)
(it's been pissing me off that I can't find an accurate version of this anywhere, so I'm transcribing the lyrics my own damn self)



ARTIST:   Emily Loizeau
ALBUM:   Pays Sauvage
RELEASED:   2009.02.03 and/or 2009.10.20  *tears hair out*
TRACK:   #11, "In Our Dreams"
COMPOSER:   Emily Loizeau

sometimes they remain in silence / sometimes they provoke the violence / of our dreams... )

The album track is supposedly five minutes and ten seconds long; the only reliable source for streaming I can find is a YouTube video of somebody's baby girl rolling around and being cute, and that's 05:15, and it cuts off at an odd place.  (Well, there's also the stop-motion one with Legos and traffic noises, which is awesome, but alas only 03:52; damn but I miss IMEEM.)  Ugh, and then the live performances, each of which is a completely different version of the song...  *headdesk*

[[ EDIT:  Mr. Jean-Claude Courbon was kind enough to scan the CD booklet pages containing the official lyrics!  Awesome~ ]]
kohikari: a woman walking down a street, limned by an electrical explosion (kaerimichi)
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Since 2007, which means since before my spectacular nervous breakdown in my senior year of high school (accompanied by a sudden influx of bizarre medical problems: a medication side effect (from the only ADD med that ever worked for me, sadly) that killed my ability to feel hunger, causing severe weight loss; onset of a sinus thing, causing postnasal drip, runny nose, coughing, and headaches, that four years later is still pissing me off (paging Dr. House...); spraining and fracturing my foot trying to catch the bus on the first day of class, which the doctors never gave me crutches for, so it took me a whole semester to stop needing my elderly neighbor's cane; and my thyroid, of all organs, deciding to try and kill me--more weight loss, hair falling out, incredibly maddening hot flashes (menopausal women deserve fucking gold medals for putting up with that shit), and the medication to fix it suppressed my immune system, so the week before the 2008 presidential election I was in bed with nonstop fever and bright orange goo pouring out of my nose. Good times).

Since 2007, I have (a) gotten the highest first-attempt SAT score in the history of my school and then flunked all of my academic classes so fast I gave my teachers whiplash; (b) been hospitalised, which kind of actually made the problem worse, though I did stabilise my sleeping schedule and finish switching meds; (c) slept through my class's graduation, which I still haven't quite forgiven myself for; (d) gone to two semesters of night school to compensate for my grades, just barely passing the second one and graduating on the tenth of February 2009; (e) become a Marine Biology student at Salem State University, taking a dive in an inflatable obstacle course (yes, you read that right) my first day on campus and spending a semester on crutches; (f) missed my godson's second and third birthdays, because I am a fucking idiot.

Oh yeah, and I spent the summer of 2009 in Europe (mostly Norway). It was pretty awesome, even if they are all freaks for basing their public transportation on the honor system.

Time for breakfast. *feels accomplished for actually eating a breakfast meal more than once a week* *has really low standards for feeling accomplished*
kohikari: a stack of books with the words "read more / ...be stupid less" (brain food)
I, like many a starving college student/otaku/anyone on a budget or unwilling to wait more than 3 minutes (plus boiling water) to make food, have eaten a lot of cup ramen.  I'm a Maruchan brand loyalist, mostly because Top Ramen tastes fucking bizarre, and am most fond of their popular neon-orange-packaged Chicken flavor (although I did have a brief fling with the neon pink Shrimp flavor...those tiny freeze-dried crustaceans kind of creeped me out).  I also have been known to make a decent stir-fry with packaged ramen (using half a flavor packet to a whole package of noodles, draining the water before adding the flavoring, and including a healthy chunk of 100% real motherfucking butter, bitches).  You might say that I'm almost an instant ramen aficionado.

This, however, I did not see coming.

lol cheese ramen )

Of course, the ingredients list explains everything:

lookit me, I'm a table! )

Basically, they took regular 'chicken ramen' broth powder and added cheese sauce powder.  Not very original, but, being lazy myself, I give this one an 'E' for the '(Total Lack of) Effort'.  Probably would not buy again, but if I had to eat it again, I wouldn't bitch about it too much.

ask the internet: )


(Also, I am twenty-one as of yesterday at 02:36 AM.  Woo.

^o.o^

vo.ov

>o.o>

<o.o<

Okay, enough old-school text!emoticon dancing, my attention span can't handle much more.)
kohikari: a stack of books with the words "read more / ...be stupid less" (brain food)
http://metisket.livejournal.com/3124.html
RULES: copy list, bold what you've read, underline what you loved, italicise what you plan on reading.  Judy being Judy, there are now four more categories.

 -05-  :: UNDERLINED: love (all children's books, incidentally)

17ish :: RED: have actually read in original form
22ish :: BOLDED: have read have read part of and/or know enough about
 -24-  :: GREEN: recognise it
 -17-  :: BLUE: sounds sort of familiar (probably couldn't tell you what it's about, though)
 -23-  :: PLAIN: ...who?

 -12-  :: ITALICISED: intend to (re)read, for whatever reason

top 100 or whatever )

So yeah, I am not so much with the classics.  Or pop culture in general.  17ish is nicely above the average (6, apparently?), but considering the average reader...hnnn.  It's just that most of these aren't my style, I was born into an SFF/YA/etc. mentality.  Why read "true-to-life" fiction when you can read about dragons and spaceships and grand adventures?  (Add in my fudges and we've got 39.  That's good, right?)
kohikari: the crook of Princess Elizabeth's elbow and waist in a fine gown (nook; cranny)
It occurred to me today (or recurred; my thoughts and ideas tend to do that, come and go in successive waves of forgetting and remembrance) that people aren't really allowed to be miserable in public.  I mean, they can, it's just that it will disturb others around them and cause random strangers and/or acquaintances to Become Concerned and inquire as to your Wellbeing and be generally intrusive and unwantedly helpful.  And when someone wants to help, and help is not wanted, you've sort of denied them the altruistic rush of having been ~Charitable~ and ~Touching the Lives of Others~ and it's really not appreciated on their part; thus everyone ends up unhappy(er).   So, if you want to be left alone and have an emotion out in peace, you're generally expected to find a private place where no one will notice you.  It seems a little unfair to the person involved, but on the other hand it points to the general nosy benevolence of modern human society, so I suppose that's a good thing.  And/or they find it distracting/embarrassing/annoying and just want you to stop, whichever.

(read: had a bit of an off day and seriously considered having a good cry but (a) I'd have to go out of my way to find a comfy corner somewhere so as not to draw undue attention and (b) I don't think I'm actually capable of having a 'good cry' (though I've heard the phenomenon has been observed in some vertebrates) and (c) it didn't really fit into my schedule at the time so I decided the option was impractical and went on my way.  um.  and then, as always happens when I find myself awake at odd hours, I suddenly became eloquent.  well, more eloquent than I am normally, at least...  so, er, tadahhh?)

I am TOTALLY GOING TO DO MY HOMEWORK NOW.   :D


[[ edit twelve hours later: ...that was a lie.  however, I went to all my classes and am now registered for all of my spring courses INCLUDING the closed Friday-afternoon Organic Chem lab, sooo I mark today as productive.  my standards at this point are kind of pathetic. ]]
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 198

CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")


200 - "SEED OF DESTRUCTION"  (that doesn't sound ominous at all)

01-13: back to the beginning )

14-21: those other characters no one cares about )

22-32: aaand lvellie loses his shit )

(Seriously, though, if that was Kanda's death scene, the only thing preventing me from cutting a bitch will be the fear of getting lumped in with all the scandalised Kanda/Yullen/etc. fangirls.  Ain't no fandom like shameful, guilt-tripping, self-hating fandom~)
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 198
CHAPTER 200

[[ note to Hoshino, my new deity and possible One True Love: oh ~yeah~ baby, keep trolling ♥ ]]

199 - "LITTLE GOODBYE"

01-10: shit goes boom )

11-18: allen has dialogue with a corpse )

19-32: kanda gets in touch with his ~sensitive~ side )
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")
CHAPTER 200


198 - "UNFRUITFUL TRUTH"

01-12: the fourteenth has himself a squee )

13-22: Mr. 14 also has ADD...or maybe that's just Allen )

23-31: the truthiness will out )
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 198
CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")
CHAPTER 200


197 - "PASSING, EACH OTHER"

00-10: kanda turns purple )

11-19: welcome to d.gay-man )

20-31: oops )
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 198
CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")
CHAPTER 200


196 - "GO!!"

01-15: overture )

16-27: pokeball go )

25-31: faito-- )
kohikari: a kitten gnawing on a stuffed Godzilla toy (kitten claws)
...So you know how I spend a lot of time thinking about pointless things?[Poll #1593578]
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
CHAPTER INDEX
CHAPTER 193

CHAPTER 194
(was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 198
CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")
CHAPTER 200


[blah blah D.Gray-chapter 195 blah blah reactions and speculation blah blah shits and giggles blah bl--HELLO, LENALEE.  8DDD]


re: last chapter: Hoshino smoking waaay too much theology and failing at drawing her own protagonist's face, what else is new?  And Slinky!Kanda is now forever cemented into my brain, thank you very much Allegra.  Although I really would've loved to see what happened to Marie and Renny and how they survived that shit, and maybe something about the lotus mirages transferring to the waking world, and Mystery Woman, wtf with that staff she was holding when she first appeared, Innocence?  *sighs and crosses fingers for further explanatory flashbacks that likely will never come*

00-11: who died? )

12-20: animated inspiration (and liquid courage) )

21-31: *rant rant rant* )

*is ded*  On to chapter 196!...
kohikari: a stack of books with the words "read more / ...be stupid less" (brain food)
NOTE: Judy has had a little too much to sleep and is feeling kind of uppity.  This may have a lot more ridiculous than the activity calls for.

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1.  One of the largest metropolitan areas in America, and, in my opinion, the best.
2.  Spirit of America! Cradle of the Revolution! Don't listen to Virginia, alla that history started here, bitches.
3.  I live inbetween all the T-stops and a five-minute walk away from half the city.
4.  I grew up in the Italian North End, on their ~magnificent~ food. Doesn't get any better than this.
5.  This is CIVILISATION right herr. We don't get none of that 40-degrees-Celsius earthquaking avalanching volcano-erupting tornado-ravaging tsunami-crushing forest-fire-burning level-five-hurricaning shit up in my town. Sure, our weather is a little schizophrenic, but without that life wouldn't be interesting. It just wouldn't be the same without surprise hailstorms in July...
P.S.   Plus, gay marriage and socialised medicine? In your face, America.  Dontcha wish your province was hot like mine...dontcha wish your province was a freak like-- *bricked*

1.  I could live without the mercury going to 30 degrees C and above, kthx.
2.  Our curfews can be a little nineteenth-century.
3.  Our drivers are insane; even European drivers admit this, and Europeans really can't drive.
4.  Living expenses can be a little ridiculous, esp. in my neighbourhood.
5.  Too many kids dying on the streets.  Although I suppose we're luckier than a lot of other places when it comes to our crime and murder rate, it sure doesn't feel like it sometimes.

I was born and raised here, so all I have to compare it to is the various vacations and such I've been on; Europe was lovely, if lacking in enough public water fountains (fascism!), Vermont/New Hampshire/Maine are lovely as well but the farther you get from the coast/cities the more godawful the bugs become, uhhh yeah I got nothing.  *shrug*
kohikari: a suited dignitary lying on the ground, reaching for his hat, which has tumbled away in the commotion (my hat!!)
So, so, [livejournal.com profile] askerian does this thing where she posts reviews/reactions to new chapters of Naruto, and I can't funnel all of my overanalysis and meta into conversations with poor [livejournal.com profile] dayadhvam_triad, and [livejournal.com profile] capslock_dgm isn't exactly the place for it, and I'm too lazy/antisocial to go near [livejournal.com profile] dgray_man or [livejournal.com profile] dgrayman sooo consider this a disclaimer for the mess of notes and speculation and theories I'm about to dump in this thing.

[[EDIT: but wait there's more.]]
CHAPTER 194 (was not interesting enough to take notes on, apparently)
CHAPTER 195
CHAPTER 196
CHAPTER 197
CHAPTER 198
CHAPTER 199 (a.k.a. "the D.Gray-version of Naruto #347 and #386, combined")
CHAPTER 200


CHAPTER 193: "FINALLY WE GET AROUND TO THE KILLING" "FRIEND"

*scribble scribble* )


>>> *finds d.gray-kinkmeme comm*
>>> *both of them*
>>> YES PLEASE.  8DDD
>>> ...I'll be in my bunk.
kohikari: a kitten gnawing on a stuffed Godzilla toy (kitten claws)
So it's two in the A.M. and I'm desperately studying for my makeup exam today, after my first class at nine (which I slept through, go me!).  I've already wasted half the night following the trail of [livejournal.com profile] askerian 's ridiculously contagious zombie!AU, so I need to cram like I've never crammed before.

Naturally, my brain chooses this moment to bombard me with bunnies for a D.Gray-Firefly crossover.

context )

they're BREEDING )

And of course I'm never going to write anything because that's not what I do.  I build and doodle and extrapolate and waste time with tables and charts and diagrams and mathematical bullshit, and I'm pretty solid on what happens with who when where how why, but write a story?  World of not happening.  Consider this a "waaaaangst into the void".  Also possibly a troll.

EDIT 2010.04.05: re:molepigspy what if it was Link and Kanda didn't shank him because (a) repercussions (b) he could be useful (c) lulz (d) all of the above?  and and and delicious conflict and open hostility and passive-aggressive behaviours and a three-way cold war between the ship's crew, the fugitive bundles of joy, and the trouble they brought upon the Maria and and I have problems, okay, I have problems.  *headdesk*