Wow.  I just had a DVD from Rent Anime explode in my computer's DVD drive.  MonkeyFist and I managed to get all (we think all) of the pieces out.  I was able to burn a CD without problem.  I'll try burning a DVD in a little bit.  MonkeyFist has said he wants to take a picture of the pieces so, if he does, I'll post a shot. 
It wasn't, quite, gunshot loud.  But, it was still loud enough for me to dive for cover and to be heard two rooms away with my door closed and the microwave running.

The thread about the potential for a song that may summon Mass Production Evas (http://drunkardswalkforums.yuku.com/top ... mson-Glory) lead me to post this possibility:
I Melt With You, Bowling for Soup Cover from Sky High soundtrack

Moving forward using all my breath,
Being friends with you was never second best,
And I saw the world crashing all around your face,
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.
I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(You should know better) Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate
(You should see why) Trapped in a state of imaginary grace
(You should know better) I made a pilgrimage to save this human race
(You should see why) Never comprehending a race that's long gone by
(Let's stop the world) I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world) You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world) There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world) I'll stop the world and melt with you
The future's open wide
(Let's stop the world) I'll stop the world and melt with you
(I'll stop the world) I've seen some changes, but it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world) There's nothing you and I won't do
(I'll stop the world) I'll stop the world and melt with you
The future's open wide
I'll stop the world
I'll stop the world
I'll stop the world
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(I'll stop the world and melt with you) You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(I'll stop the world) And there's nothing you and I won't do
(I'll stop the world and melt with you) I'll stop the world and melt with you
I'll stop the world and melt with you (I'll stop the world and melt with you)
I'll stop the world and melt with you (I'll stop the world and melt with you)
I'll stop the world and melt with you (I'll stop the world and melt with you)
I'll stop the world and melt with you (I'll stop the world and melt with you)
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Power: Summons a Simulacrum of Kaworu Nagisa
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"Anyone can be a winner if their definition of victory is flexible enough." - The DM of the Rings XXXV

THE GOVERNATOR!
http://www.youtube.com/wa...;feature=player_embedded
Despite the release date of this video, according to The Nerdist blog, who also thought it may be a prank (I'm still on the fence), this is coming to TV in 2012 and a 3-D movie in 2013.

Not that I see Doug using it much, but it strikes me as a Summon (Army of Angels).
Angels of War
We fly without fear
Through the valley of shadows
Waging our war against evil
In your world
We rule the heavens and earth
From kingdoms of light
We are the holy
Holy angels of war
Angels of war
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war
Gleaming white angels of war
Descending in glory
With the sound of an army of wings
We enter your world
We rule the earth and the sky
From kingdoms of light
We are the holy
Holy angels of war
Angels of war
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war
Thick red mouthful of evil
Will you swallow?
Angels of darkness will tempt you
Will you follow?
Spit in the face of evil
Never fear
Fly on the wings of glory
Join us here
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war
We are the holy angels of war
Angels of war

I just had to write this thing when I noticed the day of Grover's Corners' launch

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If you managed to come here, that means you've either found one of the few post I made on the interwave, or that someone's told you about this place. Either way, you were lucky.

The name's Seraviel and I'm official by now a fen, though a generalist by definition. I was late in coming to the party, mainly because space isn't much part of my interest.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we ?

I received my first batch of Handwavium in spring of 2008, some time after the first fen got into space. I got it from my brother, who got it from a friend at his workplace. (He's an engineer, building tools for dealing with gigantic molds.)

It was a vial, not enough to be useful in any case. But I was curious, and with internet and experimentation, managed to make it react. What worked for me was soft drink, in ratios of 3:1. (I much later learned that I could get 2:1 with diet pepsi but, since I hate the stuff, this particular finding came quite a bit later.)

With all the hype around the wave, I didn't do much with it, apart growing some more. Between 2008 and 2011 I must have 'waved at most ten objects, nearly all of them either old keyboards or broken headphones. The results were often hilarious, but unfortunately useless. (I still have two of them, headphones which automatically translate whatever is heard in either Al-bed or Dub Dub. And yes, Hyperdrive is a valid word in Dub Dub.)

The main reason why I didn't do much was that space wasn't much of an interest to me. Building stuff, however, was. (And I'd once played a Wildmage Artificier in one of my games. One of the best of my life.)

All of that changed two weeks before my birthday in 2012.

I lost my job.

An increase in available time and boredom combined made me try out various stuff, mainly out of all the old equipment I'd amassed.

I won't say everything I tried, only list the more important. My oldest laptop became a voice-controlled supercomputer, while my youngest became a gaming machine compatible with everything. (I managed to run on it at the same time Master of Magic, Dwarf Fortress at maximum settings and the latest Disgaea, all without emulators.) 'waving my home computer in separate pieces made each of the two hard drives sprout two different AI, the sound systems now spoke directly to the minds and the power supply's fan was generating ice on the wall.

Then I broke my blender, and 'waved it just to fix it. Which was a mistake and the reason I'm now in space.

It seems the Handwavium took 'blender' a little too literally, and left me with a sphere with a hole on top, the ability to float and the personality of a dog. It, like any new puppy, started following me around. That and it ate anything. ANYTHING !

I named it Black Spot.

It caused four accidents that day. Let's just say that in the end both me and my three cats ended up biomodded, Black Spot ate both the dryer and the sofa, and my blender had grown by a twenty centimeters each side.

Canada wasn't the United states, but I didn't want to see the reactions my new pet would get me. I started planning for my escape to space right then.

First thing was hiding Black Spot under a tarp behind my apartment, before it grew too large for my place.

Second was mixng what was left of an old can of paint with Handwavium, and applying it to Spot. I planned to have it wait for me in space, but the paint had other ideas. It turned Spot into a perfect cameleon, so I left it outside with orders not to move while I went and prepared for my lift-off (A mistake, in retrospect. Spot ate two cars, a fence and a power pole in the next day or so.)

I planned on leaving a few days after my birthday, with a last night with my family.

My birthday is on April 20, and the year was 2012.

The news of the launch was big enough that I heard it as I was hanging out with my friends, and I quickly realized the implications. Something like that was gonna remake the laws, and I had to leave as soon as possible.

And Spot came to the rescue.

Spot was hollow, you see, and by now was wider than my apartment. Since I had most of my stuff ready, I chucked everything into Spot, and rode out in the shadow of that huge beast.

And now I'm a new fen, hiding in a 'black spot' on most people's radar. It wasn't how I planned my life, but I'll have to make the best of it.

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Primary Writer: Seraviel

Appearance

Thirty years old and 5'10". 175 lbs. One eye blue, one green. Gray white hair. Usually in shirts or t-shirts, with jeans. Wears a black glove on his left hand. A loner in space, he mainly deals with either his customer in a location of his chosing, or not at all. A programmer by trade and an author by hobbyle.

Notable Mundane Attributes

Do you know that guy ? - Internet / wave famous. Not so much live.

Hey Kakashi ! - Has silver white hair, and not due to a biomod (The biomod might have helped it go white faster, however).

A Ring of Steel - Always wears a plain steel ring on the pinky of his right hand. Gives one to all of his friends.

'Wavium Abilities

A breath of fresh air - Can breathe in any atmosphere containing gas, however dangerous the gaz would be. Cannot however survive without gas or under water.

Known Quirks

Add more bacon. - Has no sense of smell (outside the smell of bacon) due to his biomod.

Look into my eyes - Due to his biomod, his eyes cannot work if they are covered in any way, luckily the biomod makes his eyesight 20/20.

Fandoms

General (non-hentai) anime, Firefly, Mechwarrior, Supreme Commander
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.

Here.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I20 is live. Time to punch back at Praetoria!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12966698

"I feel that Gauguin is evil," she was quoted as telling police.

"He has nudity and is bad for the children. He has two women in the painting and it's very homosexual."

“Dammit, did it shrink in the wash or something?” The irritated grumbling was followed up by the sound of heavy footsteps, as someone stumbled around the room for a few moments. Looking up from the comic she was reading (Paragon Sabers: User Error issue three), Sammy glanced down the hallway at her sisters bedroom door, ears twitching curiously. "Fit!" This time, it was almost a snarl, and Sammys eyebrows raised. This was much more interesting then a comic about Aunt Nene and Sylia beating up Praetorians. It had one of the things Sammy enjoyed the most... potential to tease and annoy her sister. Alice never hesitated to return the favor, and lately the purple-haired catgirl had been winning the ‘war’.

Quietly, she slid off the couch and snuck down the hallway. Alice sounded distracted, but the other catgirl did have impressive hearing. Not quite as good as Sammys, the catgirl would always insist, and may even be true, but close enough for government work, as Aunt Robin always said. (Whatever THAT meant.) So, as quietly as possible, feet lightly touching the carpet, and most certainly NOT humming the tune from that impossible mission show, Sammy made her way to Alices bedroom door. The sound of what had to be Alice tripping over her bed and knocking over her bookshelf made Sammy blink, but it gave her the time to grab the door handle and turn it without getting caught. As Alice snarled in frustration, Purrfect Scrapper waited a moment, then made her move.

Throwing the door open, she stepped through the doorway, then stopped, taking in the sight of Alive Romanova, leaning against the wall next to the bookshelf in nothing but a struggling set of underwear and a pair of jeans that were so small they couldn’t even make it up over her thighs. “Don’t you knock?” the girl snarled, trying again to tug the pants up further. The denim protested the move to the point that they actually tore, and Alice swore, hopping over to the bed and trying to pull them back off instead.

“I do sometimes, just like everyone asks, well, more demands in a really grumpy voice but sometimes I forget to do it or just like this time I was trying to be sneaky and I guess I was because you didn’t know I was coming and what’re you doing?” Alice gave her an irritated look as she managed to get the jeans off. “I mean, it looks like you’re trying to get into clothes that are way too small for you, but that doesn’t really make much sense. I mean, you’re way bigger then Aunt Nene and Ifrit, you’d know not to try wearing their clothes because you know it wouldn’t work, and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t fit into mine either, and Aunt Neko’s would be way too big for you-” she paused to take a breath, and was interrupted by Alice throwing the jeans at her.

Catching them, Sammy looked at them curiously, Alice sighing and dropping back on the bed. The tag inside said Alice, they were the size the other catgirl usually brought, and now that Sammy thought about it, this pair looked familiar. She’d seen Alice wearing them before, maybe a month ago. So, either they’d shrunk, and Aunt Ifrit was hardly the sort to be so careless to let them be shrunk by accident. Looking at them for a moment, Sammy considered the evidence before her, and came to a conclusion. “You’ve had another growth spurt, haven’t you?” she asked, expression slightly evil.

Groaning, Alice grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her head, hoping to block Sammys voice. It wasn’t successful, and even if it had been, Sammy would have kept on talking anyway. “You have!” she laughed. “Oh, you’re getting bigger then ever. Taller, wider... bit more around here?” she asked, leaning forward and poking Alices butt with a finger. “Gotta be careful there. Inyme may be into housecats more then tigers-” The other girl sat up, snarling at Sammy, the reaction far angrier then Sammy had expected. The girl actually made a surprised “eep!” and jumped back across the room. “Sorry, sorry, just teasing!”

“Well, stop it,” she growled, then the flash of anger vanished and she dropped back onto the bed. “This is bad enough already.”

“What, why?” Sammy wondered, going over and sitting down next to her (Carefully). “I mean, it’s not that bad. You’re not as tall as Aunt Neko, and there’s a lot of really tall people, especially in Paragon these days.”

“And if I have another growth spurt, I’ll be taller then her,” Alice groaned. “And I don’t like being big. People keep looking at me weird, and I feel funny having to look down at people, and I just feel miserable anyway.” She sighed. “Liked being smaller. Now I feel all weird.”

Sammy considered that for a moment. “You look right to me,” she noted. Alice gave her an odd look, and she shrugged. “First time I saw you like this, I thought you were an eight foot tall amazon, a powerful warrior tigress.” She shrugged again, smiling. “So you should be big and strong. It’s what you’re meant to be.”

“A tigress,” Alice said skeptically, although there was a faint smile showing.

“Uh-huh. Queen of the Hollows, savior of trapped kittens. That’s my Purrfect Archer.”

“You are a total sap, you know that?” Alice noted, but she was really smiling now.

Sammy rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault everyone has to be all grumpy and miserable. I’m just making you feel better, and if that means telling you the truth and reminding you that I think you’re really great, then I’ll tell you you’re really great.” Studying Alices improving mood, Sammy considered the situation, then pushed on. “And while you’re clearly turning into a big clumsy ‘Great Cat’, nowhere near as awesome as us normal catgirls, I still think you’re really great.”

“Nowhere near as awesome,” Alice said, her voice flat and unamused, but the smile on her face and the twitching of her tail suggested she was anything but that.

“Oh, absolutely,” Sammy said, getting off the bed and moving towards the door. “Proper catgirls are cute, smart, talented, all in a small, normal sized package. The ‘Great Catgirls’ are big, heavy,” Alice began to growl, although she was still obviously amused, “eat way too much, clumsy, not really that smart-mya!” she finished, bolting out the door as Alice roared in a way no housecat could and lunged.

The pair ran down the hallway, Alice on all fours for a moment, Sammy vaulting the couch and heading for the open window. “Too slow Tiger!” she called over her shoulder, only to yelp in surprse as Alice tackled her, sending them crashing across the living room floor and into the couch.

In her bedroom, Nene opened an eye. “What was that?”

“Kids being kids,” Ifrit replied, pulling Nene back down. “Sleep.”

http://www.hulu.com/watch...alls-well-that-ends-well
Absolutely hilarious.
Edit: this series is so meta it kills me.