I tried to pm this, but Valles isn't signed up for the Inbox thingie.
Just seems to fit his CoH toons....

''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

WTF.
This is the point where the pit of crocodiles opens up beneath Mr. Davies and he loses the argument. Only there wasn't even an argument to start with.
(Although my fiancee has expressed an increasing hatred of Davies and his attitudes toward the show and the characters lately, and this only fanned the flames.)
--Sam
"Well, let's go beat up that hedge then."

So, the big prize this year is...
Macross Frontier.
Okay, point one? It's OMFG squee pretty. The flight shots are so smooth and so detailed that they can't possibly be anything but CG, but the color and shading is so perfectly cel it coulda been done by hand. The future-world setting is rendered in a way I can only call 'lush', and the character designs are gorgeous - even Ranka the green-haired kid, whose 'publicity photo' was taken at a startlingly unflattering moment.
Point two? I like the characters. All of them, pretty much. Ranka's cute, Alto's a bit rasher than I like my company IRL but otherwise a very stand-up guy, and Sheryl is, though a bit of a cipher at the moment, definitely kakkoi.
Point three? Action sequences are fast-moving, very well arranged... four out of five stars only 'cause following flight maneuvers gives me a (figurative) headache.
Point four? Already there are sweet, sweet hints of long-term plots.
All in all, the best first episode I've seen in... um, ever?

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"Reseeestunce ees fiutil. Yoo weeel bee Useemooletud. Borg Borg Borg."
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

Gryphon has kindly given his fans a Christmas gift in the form of a CSI:NA Mini story, Reindeer Games.
Now available over at the eyrie message boards."I was an Otaku before those kids came along and changed the meaning of the word."
-- HM "Howling Mad" Wilson to more than one team-mate.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children

Merry Christmas to all.

-- Bob
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I intend to be a freak for the rest of my life, and I shall baffle you with cabbages and rhinoceroses in the kitchen and incessant quotations from Now We Are Six through the mouthpiece of Lord Snooty's giant poisoned electric head. So theeeeeere....

A minute or so ago in another window, I had to log into the boards...
...and it refused to let me in without signing up for spam.
Needless to say I did and will continue to absolutely refuse to do so.
So, if I suddenly vanish completely for no apparent reason, that's where the blame goes.

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"Reseeestunce ees fiutil. Yoo weeel bee Useemooletud. Borg Borg Borg."
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."

Well, I meant to post the first chapter of Appreciation to the FFML yesterday. After somewhere around ten attempts, three browser-crashes and two messages that actually got through (one sans story, one with the story's formatting messed up), I gave up and posted it to FF.net. The story's first chapter can be found here.
As for what Appreciation is, the following is from my posts:
This is my venture into the realms of what a commentator at TFF dubbed a "Stealth Crackfic". Everything is logically set up, logically developed... and leads to totally absurd results. It's a crackfic... only it makes sense.
It started out as an SI. Now... before you start gagging, it's grown and changed considerably... although Recca is still rather heavily based on me, and its roots show from time to time.
It all started out when Prince Charon posted a question: what would you do if you were a jounin instructor in Konoha? Well... I'm not the type to become one -- spectacularly so... and the image of me becoming one was just plain wrong. Because of that, I wrote out a few short scenes featuring what would happen... since the only way I'd ever become one was if I had a rather spectacular psychotic break.
Those scenes were rather well recieved, and I started the work fleshing them out into a full fic. In the process of doing so, however, things changed and evolved. Recca quickly grew from being a SI into becoming a true OC -- there are things that I understand (and understood when I started writing the story) that Recca does not, and vice-versa. Recca has his own quirks, his own way of thinking... his own /life/, in a strange way.
That, and he's perfectly aware of the meaning of the word "restraint" -- it's just not his kink.
It's important to note, however, that I started writing this in March. I've tried to keep the story compatable with recent canon revelations... but there were times when it was difficult to do so. Please forgive any revision errors that occur, especially given my next point.
Unfortunately, this hasn't been fully betaed. It HAS been through the first round of the beta process, but my beta has suddenly lost a lot of free time due to a new job, and I wanted to get this sent out before Christmas. C&C would be greatly appreciated... pun intended.-- This message brought to you by Ely Lilly, makers of SeraFem: Happy Pills for PMS.

Unfortunately, I had to have one of my dogs put to sleep today. His name was Bailey, and he had rapid-onset liver failure. Over the last few weeks, he's had a lot of trouble keeping food down, and last night while I was at work, he took a turn for the worse. He stopped being able to hold water, and he would hide around the corner of the house, in the back yard, laying down. In the last two weeks, he's lost about fifteen pounds, which, for a healthy, ideal-weight boxer, he didn't have to lose. This morning when I got home, he was peeing blood. He was a funloving dog, always there with smiles and tail-wags when I would get home. I got him a basketball for Christmas.
Good luck, Bailey, and good fortunes, whereever you go from here.
-Michael, 24 Dec 07 9:22 am
Edit: I post this here not for sympathy for myself and my family, but to give to Bailey as many good wishes as I can beg, borrow, or steal for his journey into whatever lies beyond. He was a better friend than I deserved.
-MFalling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead

Morning, folks!
Just an FYI, my webpage at www.bgcrisis.com has been updated a bit. I've added some more of my commissioned artwork to the 'Artworks' section, and posted the work-in-progress on my digital colouring of some black and white artwork of one of my heroes in the 'Siegeworks' section.
So Merry Christmas to all. Enjoy the artwork.
Best wishes,
Bert V.V.
skyknight@sentex.net
(PS - *comment* on something this time, willya?! )

Well I'm off to a magical place without computers. So merry christmas, lucky other holiday of choice, and happy new year everyone!
E: "Did they... did they just endorse the combination of the JSDF and US Army by showing them as two lesbian lolicons moving in together and holding hands and talking about how 'intimate' they were?"
B: "Have you forgotten so soon? They're phasing out Don't Ask, Don't Tell."