For
skydance1110 , a self portrait of me:
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For
eijicute, an explanation for why a book I like is related to Halloween:
One of my favourite books is Archer's Goon, by Diana Wynne Jones. It's totaaaaallly related to Halloween, because there are seven or so whacky characters who wear the whackiest clothing (a really, really fat lady in spandex! A male drama queen dressed as an Egyptian pharoah!). They would be right at home trick-or-treating on Halloween, because of their whackiness!
Though I seem to recall several of them being total health freaks. Ah well, they can have the apples. And -
oh God, now i think about it, they could do the BEST trick-ing ever. Like the bit in the book where the drama queen essentially marches an entire circus through a church. Imagine refusing to give a grown adult and candy and then having that march through your house. Or the bit where he makes the drums in the house play themselves for a week and drives everyone crazy.
Best Trick Ever.
So yes. Archer's Goon is very related to Halloween. Very much so.
For
bishieobsessed , Mokona in a witch's hat (and cloak!):
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For
speadee , one of my favourite short fanfictions (which I wrote, to clarify)
An Infinite Mind (TMOHS, S2)
She had named the stars. Almost every one, steadily becoming more creative and imaginative as she peered at them through the telescope that Koizumi had procured, while in the background Suzumiya and Asahina gently slumbered and Koizumi chattered meaninglessly to Kyon. It was one of the events she almost begun to look forwards to, after a while. The first hundred nights she had merely recited the names she had read, the names she already knew, but after a while she found a star whose name she could not recall. She had silently named it A. Then more unnamed stars appeared and she had given each one a neatly organised name. When the letters ran out, and the symbols, and the numbers, everything she knew from every language she understood, she began to create new names for the stars. She thought of them, almost meaninglessly, as her stars, and they stood out, as if shining for her. Her stars.
She liked naming the stars. And she would not tell anyone else, but even after the endless recursion of time had ended, she remembered the names, and she used the names. Because they were her stars, and her names. Surely in exchange for those endlessly repeating weeks she could at least have gained this one thing. She had gained the names
For
rynn_sama:
Why I hate The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
I mean, come on! The show doesn't even make any sense! Characters turn up out of nowhere and then are introduced for the first time four episodes later! There are serious continuity errors - Yuki Nagato's glasses disappear and then turn up again like the artists can't make up their mind, for example. What's the point of the entire concert scene? It's just like they randomly came up with some random song and decided to make a character sing it on a whim. I mean, Lost My Music? Clearly the only reason for those sequences was to show off Aya Hirano's singing ability and make more money off selling singles. Don't even get me started on Mikuru, possibly the most useless and infuriating character ever - and Oh My God, what the hell, whoever voices that Nagato girl CAN NOT act, at all. Seriously, listen to the monotone in that voice.
Seriously, I have never seen a worse first episode of any anime than TMOHS's first episode. Off-key singing, the director's clear obsession with Mikuru's boobs, the nakedness and OH MY GOD the budget for that episode was clearly awful, couldn't afford computer generated special effects obviously.
And that episode where nothing happens except sitting around in the club room? What was that? Clearly they just couldn't be bothered coming up with a plotline - instead they just think they can get away with putting Mikuru in ridiculously fan-service-y outfits - and then they don't even do what the fans want and actually show us her getting forcibly undressed!
Seriously. The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. What the hell.