Tremain Avery

tremain @ 2006-11-15T02:19:00

2006-11-15T06:19:35Z

This is a list of the 50 most significant science fiction/fantasy novels, 1953-2002, according to the Science Fiction Book Club. Bold the ones you've read, strike-out the ones you hated, italicize those you started but never finished and put an asterisk beside the ones you loved.

1. ~~The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien~~
2. The Foundation Trilogy, Isaac Asimov
3. Dune, Frank Herbert******
4. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert A. Heinlein
5. A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
6. Neuromancer, William Gibson
7. Childhood's End, Arthur C. Clarke
8. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
9. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
10. Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury*
11. The Book of the New Sun, Gene Wolfe
12. A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr.
13. The Caves of Steel, Isaac Asimov
14. Children of the Atom, Wilmar Shiras
15. Cities in Flight, James Blish
16. The Colour of Magic, Terry Pratchett
17. Dangerous Visions, edited by Harlan Ellison
18. Deathbird Stories, Harlan Ellison
19. The Demolished Man, Alfred Bester
20. Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delany
21. Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey
22. Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card*
23. The First Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, Stephen R. Donaldson
24. The Forever War, Joe Haldeman
25. Gateway, Frederik Pohl
26. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K. Rowling
27. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
28. I Am Legend, Richard Matheson
29. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice
30. The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin
31. Little, Big, John Crowley
32. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
33. The Man in the High Castle, Philip K. Dick
34. Mission of Gravity, Hal Clement
35. More Than Human, Theodore Sturgeon
36. The Rediscovery of Man, Cordwainer Smith
37. On the Beach, Nevil Shute
38. Rendezvous with Rama, Arthur C. Clarke
39. Ringworld, Larry Niven*
40. Rogue Moon, Algis Budrys
41. The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
42. Slaughterhouse-5, Kurt Vonnegut
43. Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
44. Stand on Zanzibar, John Brunner
45. The Stars My Destination, Alfred Bester
46. Starship Troopers, Robert A. Heinlein
47. Stormbringer, Michael Moorcock
48. The Sword of Shannara, Terry Brooks
49. Timescape, Gregory Benford
50. To Your Scattered Bodies Go, Philip Jose Farmer*****

tremain @ 2006-10-03T08:55:00

2006-10-03T13:16:57Z

As an animal, humans are fucked up aberrations. We kill ourselves. I don't mean like, slit your writsts blow your head off, but that's in there too. I mean we kill ourselves by actively starving our own natures. We stress and worry and cower away from the natural world. We try to coccoon outselves in synthetics and antisceptics. We steralize our worlds and yet somehow, it's the sterile that're the most unclean. People capable of playing with lives like numbers or quotas. The ones who press the button and watch the dust clouds on their little gray screens. I don't know what to make of our species.

Intimacy though... intimacy is also broken in our kind. Maybe it's the mixed blessing and curse of our extended self awareness, but we fixate and obsess over ghosts and spectres of emotions and intimacies. A single person can drive their entire world into a shit-trap with a single cresting thought of self doubt. emotional couplings are fraught with judgements both within and without the pairing. or hell, the tripling. however many people get involved we can almost certainly ruin it with fears and indecisions and doubts. As a species we are almost universally mad creatures. I bet a seagull never had an existential crisis.

That's the joke, come to think of it. You look at humor and there's all these examples of animals sitting around going "what is it all FOR? why are we HERE?" then some frog sitting next to some other frog goes "Dude we're frogs. we're here to eat dragonflies." as if every problem in life were that simple. The artist thinks he's cute, but it's really all about envy. or maybe disdain, sometimes they're very close neighbors.

There is no real simple answer for us. Somehow humanity has built itself the ultimate utopia of self constructed environments. I don't mean cities or towns or slums or subway stations. We constructed out own minds, and we're forced to live in the strange and alien stratas that have risen up from this act. It's biblical, we are responsible for our own conciousness, our awareness. We constructed our minds and our rules and now we try to justify our aberrations as unknown outside factors. Our demons are all actually our own.

Sometimes I love this world we've made for ourselves. I like the dark pockets and the filthy whorls of taboo we find so dark and fascinating. I like derelict parts of the human soul, and am fascinated by hatred and violence and sin. I encourage it. I like seeing people think, and people dip their fingers into the icy wonderment of the unknown and the strange. I guess it's like I'm drowning and trying to pull people under with me.

But sometimes... sometimes I don't like the animal we are. or the one we aren't, I'm not sure. I can't justify humans as natural beasts. We're more abberant than cows. We took ourselves out of the Order and enforced our own set of rules on eachother. We never really changed the world, we just changed ourselves and put up walls. The fascinating beauties of the human soul, the capacity for art and literature and love and compassion. the amazing sense of STYLE. I was watching a thing today and I saw all these middle eastern people marching down the street with guns, a militia in some country I couldn't hope to name. They were armed, and ready for war. Walking the corners in a way I haven't seen in my country. it's a part of their world I have no empathy for. Sympathy maybe. But all I could think looking at these men, marching their lines, was that their outfits were cool. They were dressed head to toe in white, and they had headgarbs that covered everything but the eyes. Jihad ninja moslems maybe. I don't even know, but it wasn't important. I just thought they looked cool.

And somewhere, they're shooting at someone. Maybe someone that shot them first. Someone who's not as sterile, maybe, but who works for a sterile man somewhere else.

Clean god, clean allah. YHWH. IHVH. HIM.

Answers we don't have. aspirations we've concocted through centuries of building this conciousness. The Human Condition.

I think I understand what's meant by "The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth."

I wonder if they'll lose their extended sense of self...

tremain @ 2006-09-27T06:30:00

2006-09-27T10:30:57Z

Jaysis.

http://www.miaminewtimes.com/Issues/1997-06-05/news/feature_print.html

tremain @ 2006-09-11T14:38:00

2006-09-11T18:44:18Z

http://liz-marcs.livejournal.com/206303.html

Normally I don't ply to hype. Normally I don't fucking like politics, or media, or the perpetual incestuous wrongness that breeds between them. and usually I don't like hearing people bitch.

But that is a good read. it's worth looking at. It is refreshingly honest and undefiled by the common misconceptions of the modern journalistic 'integrity'. This author is a woman who covets people, who respects the people who read what he writes because she knows it will mean the world to someone. This woman is an educated and rational voice of outrage for whom I have surprising respect.

Read it, and don't scoff. Just open your head for a minute and feel a moment of the deep hurt the world is suffering right now because we, as a race, are incapable of letting go of our fear and pride long enough to stop hurting eachother.

tremain @ 2006-09-10T15:25:00

2006-09-10T19:27:11Z

Well my computer died. the motherboard/processor units ate their own uroborous asses. I need 70 bucks for a new motherboard and 70 bucks for a new processor, lest I not have a machine capable of doing my schoolwork on. being as I don't have these things... guess I move into the school

tremain @ 2006-09-05T06:49:00

2006-09-05T10:50:04Z

http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail156.html

at least he's not in an iron maiden.

tremain @ 2006-08-29T16:47:00

2006-08-29T20:47:51Z

Seems like I've been seeing pregnant chicks everywhere, even if they're not pregnant.

I'll look at a girl on the street, see her style and go "she's dressed to pop."

or something equally fucked.

who knows?

tremain @ 2006-08-27T03:01:00

2006-08-27T07:01:59Z

Tonight, the sky exploded, and from it bled the rain.

For those of you who held on to th is, and have cause to care...

2006-08-23T02:17:23Z

The Pup is dead. Patches the Streetwalker is no more.

I don't know what else to say. I won't mourn him or miss him. I don't know he'd want me to. I don't think he deserved it and something seems wrong about him being out of circulation. very wrong.

But he's dead. Little Mike is gone.

took a bad shot sparring.

I got no words for this thing. bad omens. bad juju.

The funeral for those who have some inclination... thursday 12:30 mckinnis ^ hollowway on 50th and elbow.

no good.

http://calsun.canoe.ca/News/Alberta/2006/08/22/1769387-sun.html

tremain @ 2006-08-21T16:04:00

2006-08-21T20:51:25Z

So. Why start writing in Livejournal again.

The answer is pretty simple. It's been over a year since I posted with any semblance of regularity or interest. More than one full cycle of the sun since I have touched this thing with anything more profound than extreme distaste and irritation. And I guess that doesn't much change over time. I am still distasteful of the perceived need to blather my shit for myself or anyone to review. But the need is there.

that's not why I started using again. Livejournal is a sick little addiction you never quite kick. its why there's so many immitators and mockups out there; people are hooked on the different nuances of keeping an electronic record of their life, mundane or dramatic, real or perceived. After a long year of no-give-a-shitty, I still almost type "livejournal.com" any time I open a browser. Irksome.

Other things have brought me back, though. As I said the need is there and I feel I might be more comfortable expressing myself to a voiceless medium. An echo to bounce my own thoughts off of, and a way to hear myself think.

Predominantly, I need Livejournal to be my self regulating therapist.

in the time since I last gave a shit, a lot has happened. I've become a better writer by leaps and bounds. My edge waxes and wanes with it's own strange tides, sometimes abandoning me for months at a time, but the higher bracket is still there and the bottom is still good. I moved out of Calgary, a place I used to love and now only think of as a shattered mirror of broken lies. There was too much pain there, so much deceit. Too many scoundrels and butchers. Neil comes predominantly to mind, and I'll cast stones if I please. I don't at the moment but it'll come back up I'm sure.

I live in Toronto now with my folks and I've noticed something in my time here; if I don't come during the three most brutal, dreary and empty months of the year, the place isn't so bad. My neighborhood, while boring, is beautiful most of the year. I was here in may, just after my florida vacation, and the trees all down my street all bore b eautiful apple blossoms that filled my mornings with gentle scents and colorful breezes. It flooded in my back yard and ducks nestled up in the pond that formed there, happy as you please, enjoying the strange habitat between the tomatos. About the only down side is that in the peak of summer it hits forty easily and nailed one fine day of fifty before the fever passed and we came back to a semi-reasonable state. The core is more foul than one can imagine but not for the reasons you'd think; there's trees and architecture and open pools of water in delightfully shaded public terraces. there's open ground and flower gardens on the meridians between major roads. and the art doesn't look like someone painted a plumbing kit primary colors. It's kind of nice. But no, the problem is that the extensive and quite dated underground networks of tunnels all flood with the putressences and wastes of the great Lake Ontario, and if that weren't enough, on a nice hot day you can see the lake itself hanging in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Nas. Tee.

The reason I'm actually in the downtown core is a good one though. I take a video game design course from an accredited design academy. My teachers include some of the people who work with Electric Playground and those who are exalted unto the status wherein they get open invites to things like E3, and probably still will even in it's reduced capacity. (that's right, the grinch stole gamer christmas.) I'm a month and a half in or so, and I'm already doing things I never imagined I could do. with the exception of Physics, which is Math at it's most hateful, I love it. It's good. it's nice. It's something that will let me make a life for myself.

I quit Final Fantasy Online sometime around december. It wasn't doing it for me anymore. I fell on the same trends I was feeling all over my life; lost friends, betrayals, and dark tidings. I was discontent and depressed and decided to let it go. Four months later I started into World of Warcraft and have been kicking along on that train ever since. I'm not sure about that right now, I think I've worn myself out on it, and there's people who want to pay for me to get back on FFXI. who knows. not me.

I went to Florida in march this year. I stayed til May. I got searched both ways at the border because, essentially, it's not smiled upon for those traveling in the US to do so with 90 lbs worth of books. I've managed to replace the better part of my old Gaming collection, having every line save Wraith and Changeling pretty well fleshed out, and I've padded up the New World of Darkness, Shadowrun, and Exalted sections quite nicely. It's snazzy to look at. The second edition Exalted core is not listed in my repetoire yet, but that's because I remain as ever, tragically broke. If not for Holden, Chris, and Tito, I wouldn't have anything I have now.

Holden Chris and Tito.

Unless you're actually Holden, Chris or Tito, reading this, you may not know who those people are. I've pretty much decided they're my family. I've had family before and while that didn't come to the most satisfying ending for quite a few reasons, this one looks like it has staying power. I've known Tito for 10 years now, and the fucker is a saviour ten times over. He's been there for me as a true and honest friend through each tragedy, and we've weathered our conflicts in style. He's had no compunctions against sharing the boons of his fortune with me, either. If not for Tito, I'd have never gotten out of Calgary. One minute I was sitting sick and half dead in my basement with only my Cats for care and companionship, and the next this man had me and all my remaining worldly posessions on a plane bound for safe sanctuary and a new start on life. Not only that, but he has bitten a significant chunk out of the cost of stepping into that life, making it possible for me to even GO to school. I owe him nothing, he says, but that's hardly true. I may have no debt I can pay but I owe him my life.

As much can be said for Chris too. Chris I've known about 10 years also. He's been the reason, senselessly, every time that I moved up and out in my creative endeavors. Every time some stigma or black mark stood against me for consideration in my little group of megalomaniacal friends, Chris has somehow gotten me a carte blanche to fill in and excel. I like to think I've made the best of those opportunities and it looks pretty favourable. Chris has twice made it possible for me to get out of this country and meet with my friends. Twice he's made it possible for me to go down to florida and throw off the immense stresses of my life. He's thrown everything to the wind to enable me to not only get there, but have the best fucking time possible while there. Memories I could never replace are entirely his responsibility and I will always respect him for the doors he's opened for me in the name of friendship. Some day I hope I can repay the favor.

Holden is Chris's saviour, much as Chris and Tito are mine. In Nin, everyones got everyone's back, and this is something that has yet to falter under pressure. When Chris's life fell apart, Holden and his family took him in, and have given him opportunities he might not otherwise have had. Likewise, Holden and his family have taken me in, repeatedly. I stayed with them for two months this year, just chillin in florida, Chris, Holden and myself. Never hungry, never bored, never at a lack of courtesy, these people have done everything possible, physically or otherwise, to help me through the times I could not have made it through alone. The glasses on my face are care of chris, the books on my shelf are the meticulous finds of Holden, and the school I go to every day from the home I return to every night are care of tito. These are things I can never ever replace.

I am honored to call them friends.

These are not the first friends to treat me with such respect and care. They are the ones left, however. everyone else got their teary eyes diatribe when they gave me something irreplaceable and unthankable. I'm not trying to ply to ego here.

Anyhow, what else. Goin to school, livin safe, got my cats with me, enjoying my lifestyle...

The Ladies.

I've met a few girls in my days that've really made a difference on me. People who have held true to their better nature and have given me support and companionship when I needed them most. Some of them I've known for years, and love dear as my heart. Shelly, she's my sweet baby sister. I wouldn't be who I am without here, and I think she knows how I feel about her. Steph, my dahlink from Australia, has been my friend and confidante for roughly six and a half years now. SpOoooOoOoky. She makes me smile when I need it and keeps me busy at stupid o'clock in the morning. Chelle is my Honey. She plays glow in the dark minigolf with me and makes crude sexual innuendos about it with me. that's awesome in ways you can't pretend. I don't get to see her often enough.

And then there's Cheryl. Cheryl has been the closest thing I've had to a close and trusted confidant for quite a long time. The honesty we have going on is something I covet and respect greatly. Cheryl and I don't always understand eachother, and that's nice in a way too. Isn't always good to just click with someone. You start missing the small details. Cheryl comes and watches movies with me and kicks my ass at Smash Bros. we talk about dumb shit and ply eachother with our sob stories. Without her I'd spend more time alone than is healthy at all.

But I've gotten off track. I'm thinking about the good things in my life, one of which I haven't mentioned, in criminal neglect. so last but not least I'd like to give my thoughts to Jeannine.

When I spent three months in my nasty basement with just the cats and the flood water and Dave, I was at the bottom of the barrel. I thought I might die of despair, and defeat and depression. or the very real threat of hunger. I was starving because I was too depressed and sick to do anything but feed my cats and half the time I had to steal catfood from the landlord to pull that off. I was a mess and a shame to my very self. I had no more friends and no more allies and nowhere left to go. I was at the bottom.

Jeannine was there for me. She helped me feel well, and showed me some tricks that I will remember the rest of my life about how to feed yourself when you're fuckall broke in a hobohat. She bought litter for my girls and brought me food for christmas (I didn't even know what day it was.) She hooked me up. I looked forward to the days in the week where I could go down across the city and hang out with Jeannine and Tyrell and Luc and whoever the spawn of the week was. Kickin back, playin Halo and making Shadowrun characters. Or, much to my delight, kicking back, chaining a corpse to the ceiling of her garage, and peeling it's skin off.

Deer. it was a deer. and the shameful, disgusting pig. Pigs are fucking gross.

From the butchering I was allowed to take more than my fill. I had the heart and the liver, both of which I've grown a grand taste for. I had roasts and haunches and ribs and chops and loins and meat meat meat. Starving man got to eat a third of a deer cause he had a friend who was willing to save his goddamned life.

I came back to Livejournal so I could rant and be bitter and angry and depressed you know.

this is what you get instead.

fuck. don't know what to say about that dude.

Tremain Out.

Maybe.

2006-08-20T07:07:34Z

I just deleted my whole friends list. The reasoning behind this is pretty basic and really easy to follow.

Many of you, most I would say, have no place in my life anymore. No interest, vested or otherwise in what's going on and I'd dare to say no knowledge either being as I haven't spoken to many of you in upwards of years.

So you're all gone. Cause, here's a freebie off the cuff, I probably won't read your shit either. I haven't looked at your journals, any of you, in anything resembling a recent timeframe. No want or interest, no desire. Not saying you're life isn't thrilling or cool, I just couldn't be damned to expend the effort of looking at it.

I don't expect that from you, either. I highly recommend most of you delete me and forget me and drop your trembling grasp on a past that no longer exists. It will fulfill you in no way. I am no longer anyone any of you ever knew. Reading anything beyond this will be an utter waste of your time.

I may take up writing here again. Not because I want anyone to give a shit about my life but because I need some means of focusing and honing my thoughts into something that I can manage. There's too much going on, too much actively fucking with me or drawing fire, too much I need to externalize to process. Too much hate.

so save yourself the trouble. I don't much want sympathy, empathy, homeopathy, telepathy, or any other pathy in my journal. I don't care to hear your deepest thoughts and ruminations on how much you think I'm wasting my time or fucking up my life or if you think I'm politically correct. I don't want your stupid memes. Drop me and forget me while you have the chance. I may already have done as much for you!

consider it a favor.

You have been warned.

Tremain.

Public.

2006-03-30T04:39:06Z

Someone recently said that "Even mike would admit I put up with a lot of shit from him before I couldn't put up with any more."

It's intriguing to check up on someone and find that nothing ever changes. For the record, if you can make that claim, so can I. It's especially ungraceful when one is lamenting over broken friendships.

I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm also sorry I get curious about people sometimes. Not one of those I checked up on was worth the read.

I knew there was a reason I left it all behind.

tremain @ 2006-03-26T06:01:00

2006-03-26T11:01:03Z

Your results:
You are Geordi LaForge

Geordi LaForge		75%
Will Riker		70%
James T. Kirk (Captain)		65%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)		65%
Worf		65%
Deanna Troi		65%
Mr. Scott		60%
Jean-Luc Picard		60%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)		60%
Chekov		55%
Beverly Crusher		50%
Uhura		45%
Mr. Sulu		45%
Data		36%
Spock		35%

You work well with others and often
fix problems quickly. Your romantic
relationships are often bungled.

Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Quiz

florida rules.

tremain @ 2006-03-06T13:26:00

2006-03-06T18:28:11Z

In the news today, I recently sold prospectors rights to World of Warcraft for a certain percentage of my attention span.

it's a high percentage.

On the other hand....

You ARE MacGyver!
You scored 87 variable 1!%

Congratulations! You've made it to the top: You've single-handedly saved the country from a waste spill, deactivated a missile from its hidden launch site, and you've still got duct tape left to spare. You're about as close to MacGyver as it gets. Except I hope you don't dress like you're from the 80's, too. But if anyone could pull that off, it'd be you. I salute you.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 63% on variable 1

Link: The Official How MacGyver Are You Test written by disembodiedpoet on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

I can forgive the haircut. MacGyver rules.

tremain @ 2006-02-27T21:56:00

2006-02-28T02:56:40Z

you ever been cold? I mean like, numbingly, achingly cold?

and then come inside to warm up and had that weird sick feeling that's like a half step between agony and relief?

and it sort of hums and burns and feels like you're being pinched?

that's how I have felt for three days non stop. it succkkkssss

tremain @ 2006-02-25T08:35:00

2006-02-25T13:36:00Z

Roughly 2 thirds of my time spent asleep this week, and I still feel like I'm gonna die.

ow.

An experiment.

2006-02-22T01:00:45Z

I'm going friends only. I Haven't seriously updated in nearly a year. I am deciding whether or not I should bother keeping up now.

If you're interested in being on my friends list, send me an e-mail at lord_kefka@hotmail.com

If not, keep living. Do it without affiliation to me.

tremain @ 2005-08-10T17:59:00

2005-08-10T23:59:02Z

Who got Nails tickets?

Oh look, it's me!

:o

tremain @ 2005-06-27T12:17:00

2005-06-27T18:21:32Z

haven't read in a month. don't really plan to in the near future. Considering closing this down. It's been choking for years.

Someone put a bullet in my head to cover their own ass. I expected it frankly. doesn't mean I like it any better than I would having an unexpected bullet in my head. but that's how things work.

I still don't have all the pieces of my life picked up and probably never will. I certainly don't anticipate seeing certain things, certain people ever again. And they call me unreliable.

I'm in a BAD mood. Eat it with sugar if you don't like the taste. But don't dare fuck with me. I have nothing to lose.

and now, lyrics from a satisfyingly angry man.

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of a War Drum
A Perfect Circle

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Count the bodies like sheep
Count the bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep

To the rhythm of the war drums
Count the bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go to sleep [x14]
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums [x2]

I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same, I must isolate you…
Isolate and save you from yourself …

tremain @ 2005-06-20T18:05:00

2005-06-21T00:05:38Z

Has it really been 2 weeks since I looked?

yes, yes it has. something close anyway.

tot he person not ANSWERING HER CELL PHONE

2005-06-07T18:40:44Z

Happy freakin birthday KLERIS

As a note of warning

2005-05-31T19:38:54Z

Due largely in part of my not wanting to deal with anything I haven't read my LJ in about a week, maybe more.

this means I have a backlog of 175+ entries to go through.

Soooo suck it up if I didn't answer in a timely manner.

tremain @ 2005-05-20T23:10:00

2005-05-21T05:11:22Z

It sucks to want to use something and then realize someone you'll probably never see again has it. I miss my megaman X4. and my Metroid prime.

... Oh.

2005-05-19T10:30:31Z

Oh my god.

they finally did it.

I am gonna cry.

thank you Square-Enix. Thank you so much.

I'm going to go weep and coddle my newfound hope.

--==EDIT==--
Not the jeep you moron.

wait.

tremain @ 2005-05-19T04:08:00

2005-05-19T10:10:19Z

On another note:

Some day, I will go to E3. I don't care how, but I will be there, with my pass, saying "check me out I get free loot."

it happened between today and whenever I last posted. I feel so ruined every time it does, because it's a big jackoff festival where companies give handjobs to people just like me, while we sample their soon to smash the shit out of the market games like the new Zelda and watch previews for things like Advent Children.

Seriously. Hot chicks in princess peach costumes giving out handjobs.

maybe not.

but still! just as good!