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You know, I’m contemplating a name change (for my LJ name) and a total re-vamping of this journal. Something FFXII, because you know if you have an obsession why not take it to the absolute max?

It has after all, been five fucking years since I got an LJ (good god has it been that fucking long?) and while Pet Shop Of Horrors is and always shall be one of my personal top three anime/manga things ever, it has been five years where my journal layout has consisted solely of that. I desire some change. Appearance wise. PSOH is still my totally number one dominating thing I write fan fiction for. Some things will never change.

As for my penname I’ve had that for an extraordinarily longer time then my LJ. Probably about nine or ten years. It was the first name I started using when I very first got into fandom and writing and subsequently stuck with it. In case one can’t tell, the name derived from Hinoto from X/1999 which I was so very into at the time. Which is fucking hilarious when I think about it as it completely reflects the time period in when I first discovered manga and anime and was a total (heh, embarrassing and clichéd) newbie.

I’m still going to keep the name for my writing on FF.net since I don’t wish to totally change it and it will be to confusing for those keeping track of the Lady Hinoto moniker for story purposes. But I figure for my LJ I can be someone… different … as it were, but still the same. When I first got my LJ it never occurred to me I could have a different penname for it and I must admit I wasn’t the most original thinker so I probably wouldn’t have

So what the fuck, I’m going for it now. Again I desire some change and I feel more mature and I want my LJ to reflect that. It sounds fucking stupid and silly but I feel like I’m stuck in a comfortable de-fault place and past and it looks like I’m still that same person I was when I’m not. I want to move forward.

So I’m going to be changing my LJ name and hopefully the look and layout and hopefully come up with a tagging system. Probably won’t delete my past entries because, despite my desire to start anew, I can’t bring myself to totally chuck such history but I’ll probably lock them for friends only.

I still got some shit to square away first before I go and start screwing with everything. But if you suddenly see Lady Hinoto gone and in place an Esper name don’t be alarmed, that’ll be me. ^.~

Hey! Against all odds I actually got down to the fucking theater and managed to catch Terminator Salvation.

Happy Birthdayshiroiwashi!

Hey man… low grade birthday? Party on in style and however you see fit! Just have yourself a good time! ^.^

And an ice cream cake! : D

Okay… I MUST SEE THIS.

It looks simultaneously- awesomely twisted, depressing and unbelievably cool.

So last night I was making myself a burger on the stove and upon smushing it flatter in the pan it sort of… caught fire. XD

There was a “PNFFT!” sound and I leaned back in time to see something in the air kind of near the burner ignite and just/rush down and around the inside of my pan, engulfing my burger in fucking flames.

Me(Frozen staring at it): O____________O

Brother(Making spaghetti next to me and also frozen): : O

And because I am awesome and you all only wish you had my food skills I was able to put it out, without doing anything. ^^

Okay so it snuffed itself out in less then ten seconds but still.

I think some of the grease that was popping out caught the flame and it jumped to the pan (which it’s never done before wow.) and on the upside was contained to only the pan so I could have picked it up and ran outside should the need arise. Although there was a terrifying moment when it initially went up where I thought it would burn the cupboards, luckily it didn’t!

So note to myself for the future… don’t press that damn hard on the patty next time. ^^;;;

On the bright side that burger was delicious.

In desert related news we went to Olive Garden today and it took such a long time to actually get our food the manager came out to apologize and gave us all free deserts.

I am unsure why exactly since I didn’t think the wait time was that ridiculous (only a little since it was pasta and they weren’t busy, but the time length wasn’t offensive or anything) but hey, I will never turn down free desert.

Especially if it’s chocolate.

/:Runs off with her delicious molten chocolate lava cake and strawberries:/

So I got tagged for jury duty recently. That dreaded envelope demanding that I… you know… do my civic duty showed up (which might have been stamped with the more forward and direct warning of “DO IT OR GET ARRESTED”) and so I bitched and bemoaned my bad luck but I called in at the appointed time to see when I was supposed to show up.

So on Tuesday at eleven (thank you fucking god it wasn’t at seven fucking thirty in the morning.) I dragged my reluctant but resigned ass down the court house and proceeded to stumble my way through the process since I’ve never done this before.

The mother-person claimed that the whole process would probably only take an hour.

She later revealed she’s never been summoned for jury duty so what the fuck she was thinking dispensing this kind of advice is beyond me. As soon as I sat down in the jury herd room to fill out my bio-form and it was announced the seven thirty people were still there I knew I was fucking screwed for the rest of the day. Good thing I brought my i-pod.

I then had to sit through an orientation video which was the most hilariously stupid thing I have ever seen. I mean I get the point but good god, I think the last thing people need is someone informing you (quite blatantly from a script and que cards) that JURY DUTY IS AWESOME! ISN’T YOUR CIVIC DUTY FUN AND RESPONSIBLE AND DON’T YOU JUST FEEL SO SPECIAL FOR BEING A PART OF THIS!? AND ZOMG! EVEN IF YOU’RE NOT PICKED KNOW THAT YOUR PRESENCE ALONE MIGHT HAVE ACTUALLY SOLVED A CASE! GO FORTH AND BE PROUD YOU STRAPPING AMERICAN YOU! AND NOW HERE ARE SOME TESTIMONIALS FROM PREVIOUS FOLKS WHO HAVE SERVED ON JURIES AND FOUND IT TO BE AWESOME! IT WON’T BE SO BAD!

Yeah, you know a couple thousand tax dollars that went into that infomercial from hell.

After managing to snag lunch at the local Subway down the street and a couple more hours later of waiting, I and twenty seven other people were finally assigned to a group that headed to the appointed floor, and I got the distinct honor of being in the first group that would get to sit in the jury box.

I assumed I was right royally fucked at this point in terms of getting chosen thanks to that and by this point in time had resigned myself to my fate.

The judge came out and was extremely polite and patient and I’ll admit to being impressed at how he explained fucking everything to us like we were supremely damaged five year olds with the attention spans of termites, even using stories and such for comparison purposes for the less intelligent folk in the herd.

This process took another few hours, during which time I had to marvel at the stupidity and whining mentality of some of my fellow might-be jury members.

And you know I could have lied to get out of this, god knows it wouldn’t have taken much considering the weak ass lame excuses some of the people were using but Jeeeeeeeesus Christ people, not counting deliberation it would be a two day trial. If I have to serve on a jury I’d want to be on the one that would last two days, maybe less. It’s not a fucking hardship here. And for all my bitching and moaning and whining and complaining I will reluctantly agree with the notion that this is a duty as a fucking citizen you’re supposed to do with all do seriousness that one should view it as, instead of looking at it with the mentality of a five year old being told to do the dishes with an automatic setting of “THEIR GUILTY” and “How fast can I get out of here?”

I mean hey, the way I view it is you tagged me, fair play and all so ergo I’ll do it. And unlike my fellow folks I’ll do all that bullshit I’m supposed to do by remaining fair and neutral and all that jazz.

Despite this (or who knows! Maybe because of it)  in the end, I wasn’t chosen heh. (THANK YOU GOD! Yes I’d have done it but still, I can’t deny not being thrilled at not having to do it either.) So six hours later I was finally free.

Sufficed to say it was one of the longest most boring days of my life.

But at least it’s done with.

Thanks to the sibling’s willingness to assist his rather technology inept sister, I got myself a brand new beautiful journal layout!

Or rather it’s pretty much the same damn layout just the picture and colors have been changed… but still, I absolutely fucking adore it. This was always one of my absolutely favorite PSOH pictures but since finding PSOH pictures was like trying to fish for salmon in the middle of the goddamn Sahara I could never fucking find it until recently, let alone with good resolution.

But thankfully I stumbled upon it and snagged it and here it is!

I couldn’t be happier. I find it to be a gorgeous picture.

The long short end of it- A few days ago while crammed together in the car, the mother-person, grandmother-person, sibling and I got into World War fucking III with the grandmother. Who picked up the Bitch gauntlet and then hurled it down, managing to turn an argument about a damn picture (way, waaaaaaay to long and involved and far too fucking stupid to get into.) into a litany about how she’s sooooo mis-treated and how much we suck.

She then pulled the- quote “You’re just after my money!” card (which again HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! to that claim.) and the sibling proceeded to pick up said thrown down gauntlet and verbally beat her to death with it because you know, there’s about decades worth of ammunition and behavior that this task isn’t nearly as difficult as you would fucking think. (Or is it? Since most of it flew over her head anyway because she was to busy climbing up on the cross and trying to nail herself to it, which is hard when all she has is herself to do it.)

Sufficed to say the sibling is on her shit list for… calling her out on her behavior and like, ZOMG, daring to cross her. There was a clear line in the sand you ungrateful snot! And he crossed it goddamn it!

This might have more affect in terms of trying to make him feel bad if she wasn’t batshit insane and said sibling wasn’t currently standing quite willingly (and justified) and gleefully behind the line, metaphorically dancing in front of it, taunting her and playing “Let’s Get This Party Started!”

Today’s latest in “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest” edition of this drama, the grandmother said to my mother (who had to rush in this morning and wake me up to laugh hysterically as she re-told this)

Grandmother: I think that they (Zay and me) are sneaking out of the house.

Mom:… What?

Grandmother: Well I know when they leave, and they always going out.

(I… find this immensely creepy that she’s keeping this kind of tab on us from the guest house and fucking monitoring it but oooookey dokey.)

Mom: Well I always know where they’re going so what?  

Grandmother: I think they’re hanging out with gangbangers!

Mom: … … … W-what? O_0

Grandmother: I think they sneak out and go down to the hotdog stand and hang out with gangbangers! I mean have you heard the way Lady Hinoto talks? 

Mom: Well yeah… she swears like a sailor. ^^;;;;

Grandmother: Exactly! And the way they act? I’m sure their hanging out with gangbangers. You need to control them better.

Mom(To us later): I’m pretty damn sure she wouldn’t know a gangbanger if he walked up to her and stood there. -_-

I could not make this shit up. I swear to God.

I kinda want to know where this mythical gangbanging hotdog stand that we’re sneaking off to supposedly is. And for that matter how the FUCK she came up with that whack ass conclusion/theory/story. Because you know, I’ve heard some spectacular fucking gems before in my life from this woman but that’s truly a new one and sets a new standard for batshit insanity. ^^

It took the sibling and I about a half a year to complete Resident Evil 4, probably a bit longer. (And really a lot of that was due to the fact we were moving so fucking frequently that it kept getting interrupted, plus we kept playing Silent Hill games.) But even then that was with a walkthrough book and it took over 28+ hours of floundering around. (What? WE WERE NEW. Sheesh.)

It took us a grand total of fourteen hours spread out over four days to complete Resident Evil 5. This was without a walkthrough or consult once for a hint of what to do.

This isn’t exactly a selling point in my book and really shouldn’t be in yours I believe.

AH HA HA HA HA! FINALLY! After waiting and waiting and waiting it’s finally arrived! I actually got up early for this shit.

Or rather I had to regardless since the sibling blasted into my room and dragged my willing ass up and out to Best Buy first thing in the morning to go get this fucking game. The sibling practically went rabid when he couldn’t find it initially but luckily the adorable Best Buy Geek was there to show us where it was.

And goddamn if this hasn’t turned out to be the most perfect day ever since I also got to see Watchmen again.

/:Flails hysterically unable to contain her GLEE:/

And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a game to play, or at least act as wingman to.

/:RUNS OFF:/