Allamorph

[FONT=Arial]I think professors like to use the "writing assignment" term to terrify students, because honestly that's not all that imposing once you sit down and bugger through it. The idea is to make sure you know the proper procedure to factor stuff, and the only reason for putting it into writing is . . . well, to be annoying. I mean, seriously. It's fracking math. So first thing you'll have to do is just work the problems out on scratch paper so you know what you're ending up with. Then you pretend like you're talking through it. Like so: [INDENT]The expression 9 - x^2 fits the pattern [I]a^2 - b^2[/I], whose general solution can be written as [I](a - b)(a + b)[/I]. Therefore, ....[/INDENT] and so on. It's really just an exercise to see how well you can bull**** words into existence. If you separate each problem by a blank line, filling up the front side of a page should be no issue. Words take up space when you can string them together [I]a la[/I] psychology majors.[/FONT]

[quote name='chibi-master']Allamorph, I want your wardrobe.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Sorry, I need it. Gotta be warded on those cold winter nights, you know. Never know who might start a magical assault on your person. Although if you want my [I]coats[/I], then check out Goodwill.[/FONT]

[quote name='Mykul']Vicky, if I ever run into you on a dark and deserted street, please don't be offended when I flee for my life.[/quote] [FONT=Arial]Wuss. She looks totally harmless. I, on the other hand, have caused people to flee in terror when they encountered me in a brightly lit school hallway. Granted I am tall, I was wearing all black, including a black wool topcoat (which flaps) and black driving gloves, I was probably scowling quite hard, and I just happened to be rounding the corner out of a completely dark connecting hallway, but I still was rather amused when the poor kid screamed OH GOD and ran in the opposite direction. I no longer have the black topcoat. The moths claimed its life. Instead I have a black leather [I]Grease[/I] jacket and a grey wool topcoat that looks rather like German military. [quote name='James][font=franklin gothic medium']Really? I'd probably ask her how she got her hair to sit like that. If my hair were longer I know I'd have a lot of trouble.[/font][/quote] About ten tons of Aquanet or sommat. (She bragged to me once after I asked her if it ever broke off.)[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Look out, ladies, it's [I]Fabio~~~~~!![/I] Good to see ya around, [COLOR="DarkRed"]Yamcha[/COLOR][[COLOR="DarkRed"]a[/COLOR]]. Hope you like it.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I feel I must rant again about college professors insisting their students need the precise latest edition book for their class when said book costs upwards of ten times the cost of any [I]normal[/I] book or manual on the face of the planet. Seriously. It cannot cost that damned much to mass-print [I][U]Introduction to Programming and Numerical Methods[/U][/I] when campuses around the fracking [I]country[/I] are requiring them for purchase. Unless, of course, you're stupid enough to reprint the book every year with a slightly rearranged homework problem layout. I THINK THE CONCEPT CARRIES.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Listening to two albums so far today: [I]Tubthumping[/I] by Chumbawamba, and [I]The Best of The Fixx[/I]. I kinda dig old school British anarchist punk.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Playing volleyball in the rain at twilight is, unexpectedly, rather fun. I'm just glad I can make up crap on the spot, or I'd have sucked, since I hadn't played volleyball since the sixth grade. Which was, what, almost eleven years ago and lots of growth in between? Also blueberry pie is lovely.[/FONT]

[quote name='Korey][FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][spoiler]Also, I do not like the children who inhabit theO's chat.[/spoiler'][/FONT][/quote] [FONT=Arial][spoiler]A lot of them don't like you, either. Probably because you give such terrible and snarky nicknames.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Or maybe it's just rod-envy. Who knows? =P[/spoiler][/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Post so named because, incidentally, I forgot a few details in my last post.[/FONT]

[center][b][u][font=arial]Incidental Music[/font][/u][/b][/center] [font=calibri]Outside of Reno, a light-grey sedan pulled to the side of the highway and parked. A dark-haired man in a charcoal Armani suit emerged from the driver's side of the car and removed his sunglasses, staring curiously at the rogue tornado rampaging in the distance. [b]â??Hmm,â?[/b] he said, his brow furrowing contemplatively. He crossed his arms over the top of the door and leaned there, watching. Presently an unpleasant sound began filling the air, growing louder and more distinct as the man stood beside his car. The man seemed not to notice, idly scratching his shoulder as he studied the horizon. The sound coalesced into a long, terrified screamâ??which abruptly cut off when a body crashed into the car's windshield. The man looked abjectly at the disfigured corpse. [b]â??Hmm,â?[/b] he said again. Leaning back, he peered into the car's interior, gesturing at the body with his head. The passenger door opened, and a tall, slinky woman in a navy business suit, a just-long-enough skirt, and three-inch heels slid from the seat. She almost glided around the door and also surveyed the body for a moment. Casually reaching up an arm, she offered the deceased vampire's face a gentle caress. Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing quickened imperceptibly. She braced herself against the vehicle for momentary support. When she looked up, her driver was observing her silently, an inquiring expression on his face. She nodded once and returned to the car; the man joined her after shoving the body off of the hood and loading it into the backseat. The sedan started smoothly up and, pulling an easy U-turn, headed back to Reno.[/font]

[quote name='Magus;']Troy is like one of those spartan-like movies right? Yeah, I can't get into movies like that for some reason.[/quote] [FONT=Arial] Troy was a retelling of the Iliad. Ish. [QUOTE][I]Man, all I've been doing is tossing and turning trying to sleep all night, but couldn't get to sleep for nothing.[/I][/QUOTE] Try listening to Yanni.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Troy is a long movie. And not at all a bad watch. (Not spectacular, but [I]not[/I] bad.)[/FONT]

[CENTER][YOUTUBE="Nocturnal Rites - Still Alive"]1SDWxCnshko[/YOUTUBE][/CENTER] [FONT=Arial]It's kind of like hair metal crossed with symphonic metal. Me likey.[/FONT]

[quote name='Ace][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][URL="http://blog.peta.org/archives/2009/06/tubby_teens_mom.php"][COLOR="Blue"][U]You there! Stop providing your child with sustenance and essential nutrients, you cow-murdering bastard![/U][/COLOR][/URL'][/FONT][/quote] [FONT=Arial][INDENT][I]The problem there isn't so much the kid eating meat as it is the kid eating ONLY meat, only *extremely greasy* meat products, probably not a lot of vegetables (which are delicious; I cannot fathom why people avoid them), and probably never getting outside to run around or, you know, engage in the physical activities that help burn off all the stuff one eats. (6'1", 135 lb., omnivore)[/I][/INDENT] Hopefully my comment is approved for viewing. Unless the blog owner finds it unreasonable and flaming.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I hate relish but love the flavor. Same thing with tomatoes and mushrooms.[/FONT]

[quote name='Sabrina][FONT="Tahoma"]So I gave the game over to her earlier tonight and said I'd like to see [I]you[/I'] do a better job... So she loaded it up and caught it first try with no fuss. =_= So unfair. [/FONT][/quote] [FONT=Arial]I take it you would do very poorly at action games. [quote name='Vicky][SIZE="1"']But did you know a cool shower with someone else is actually quite nice? I actually complained of heat stroke just so we could have another one =D![/SIZE][/quote] I could have comfortably gone twenty more years at least without knowing that. Being a highly visual person sucks.[/FONT]

[center][b][u][font=arial]Display Of Power[/font][/u][/b][/center] [font=calibri]Ten miles east of the facility, Christine was waging a one-woman war of her own. A high-altitude circling pass by her familiar had revealed a small convoy of vampire-manned vehicles bound for the team Isen had gone to assist, so she had altered course and intercepted, and was now engaged in a small firefight in the middle of the highway. Ward-circles sprang into being, disintegrated, and reappeared around her, absorbing or reflecting multicolored arrays of magical blasts, and shards of lightning leapt from her fingers, keeping the vampires pinned in the shelter of their transports. Her body moved in fluid, rhythmic patterns, her breathing smooth and controlled as if the fight were merely her morning yoga, oblivious to the shouting tumult of her adversaries. Her mouth formed soundless phrases, reciting words so familiar they no longer required thought. Only her eyes did not reflect the same calm: two intense blazes of cold blue flame darting from car to car, calculating, tracking, commanding. A trailing sphere of purple energy slipped past the protective barriers, its trail dripping lightâ??and was nullified by a blast of air from over Chrisâ??s right shoulder. The air spirit swirled around its partner, illusionary white seagulls forming briefly in its wake, its cool breeze tossing the shinigamiâ??s hair and billowing her clothing with each pass. Ever watchful, it loosed small gusts at precise intervals timed with Chrisâ??s sporadic attacks, stopping any gaps that formed in her defenses, deflecting errant projectiles harmlessly into the desert sands. A vampire howled and dropped to his knees, clutching at the jagged hole now bored freshly through his shoulder. His friend paused and turned to reach for him and drag him behind cover. Too late; a second burst took off the manâ??s head. So absorbed in her dance was Chris that she only barely registered unusual activity in the convoyâ??s rear. She could spare none her attention for it, though she darted a look whenever a lull occurred. They did her little good; the most she could see was two or three vampires gathered together. Too many bodies and vehicles obstructed her sight to tell anything more clear. And then she saw them all draw back, arms thrown out in wide gestures, and a fourth vampire shot into the air, his hands glowing a fiery orange. At the apex of his flight, he slammed his palms together, and a two-foot flaming ball burst into life and blistered through the air towards her. She was halfway through bringing up a hasty power shield when a flash of blue interposed itself between her and the vampires. Her brother stood poised in the air before her, his right fist and forearm wreathed in blue fire, and with a furious cry he reared back and struck, slugging the blazing globe just as it reached him. The projectile rocketed backwards and down, detonating in the middle of the convoy. Bodies of scorched vampires and molten cars were tossed from the highway. Nathan alighted in front of his sister, murmuring under his breath. She nodded in response and closed her eyes, spreading her arms and lowering her gaze. [b]â??Vampire dogs!â? [/b] Nathan roared, wheeling about. Those he addressed stopped picking themselves gingerly from the carnage and froze in place. [b]â??Vampire [i]dogs[/i]!â?[/b] repeated the blue man passionately. [b] â??Three thousand years ago I fought your vile kind. Three thousand years ago your race should have died! You struck first at us, swearing our destruction, and when we crushed you we let you live on. And now you kill dozens of our people and think nothing will come of it? [/b] [b]â??You first moved in secret, and so until now we also have moved against you in secret. Now wish you open war?!â? [/b] Nathan paused, surveying the wrecked highway. [b] â??Then tell your master: we will give you open war.â? [/b] He spat on the ground and turned his back. [b]â??Blow them away,â? [/b] he said to Chris. [b]â??With pleasure.â? [/b] His sisterâ??s hair was standing almost vertical now, her clothes snapping and whipping in the wind of her familiar. Around her raged a vortex of wind, white phantom birds whirling higher and higher. She drew a deep, full breath, and the air around her seemed to breathe with her, tugging at the very essence of being. And she twisted, dropping to one knee to slam one fist into the dirt. [b]â??[i]Decifin caarano![/i]â? [/b] The gulls spun into a line and shot down to the point of impact. Car-sized boulders tore themselves from the earth and were immediately caught in a maelstrom of wind and dust and debris. A sound like a freight train shattered the air, and the deadly cyclone raged into the mess of vehicles and bodies, sweeping them from the road.[/font] [center][font=calibri]----------------------------[/font][/center] [font=calibri]Victor Lâ??Envers jerked around in his chair, his sudden fierce scowl slowly replaced by an astonished smile. [b]â??Well,â? [/b] he mused to himself with a laugh, [b]â??if tsat does not draw attention, tsen tsey are all truly dead.â? [/b][/font]

[FONT=Arial]I decided to post today. So I wrote one from about eleven to twelve-thirty. I'm pretty sure the escapees should feel this one. At least the dragons should. Like my man said, if you don't notice, you're some kind of dead.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Power corrupts. Also everyone thinks they're special and exceptions apply to them and lots of bad judgment and stupid decisions happen spur of the moment and blah blah blah rambling about various minutae and so on. Power corrupts.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Every cat in this household is demanding my attention, whole and undivided and immediate. Apparently they languish in our absence. And our Old Man just lost one of his claws yesterday. :( Also the boards are really freaking slow right now.[/FONT]

[quote name='Jabberwocky][FONT="Palatino Linotype"']In fact, Cirque du Freak inspired me to write my own vampire series that will consist of four parts and a spin-off series.[/FONT][/quote] [FONT=Arial]So wait, you're spinning off yourself? Or is it just a separate angle on the same universe?[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Well look-a who's back. Been making my way through [I][U]The Early Asimov[/U][/I] by, well, Asimov. It's a collection of a large number of his short stories that weren't published in any of his ten other compilations, and which he had probably intended to bury until the outcry of the '70s sci-fi community got to him. It includes between each short a small bit on what he was doing at the time, who his influences were, what other shorts he had written and had failed miserably. From my perspective, it's a gold mine. Especially since he was intending to go into the medical field and was initially using his writing to fund his studies. Makes me . . . makes me eager again, actually. [SIZE=1][COLOR=Blue][B]Edit:[/B] I mean [COLOR=DarkRed]Revelation[/COLOR] is back, by the way. I forgot that I had just returned, and wasn't aware I was starting a new page with this post. Whups.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Quote from my mother's cousin: [I]"Go out and run that up the flagpole called your mother!"[/I][/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I'm probably gone for a week or so. I know people will be elated.[/FONT]

You say this like I'm somehow unaware. Give me something better to work with instead of a very very broad-angled rebuttal that does very little actual good.