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I’ve been good this week, so the men in white coats are allowing me to get on the computer for a short while, and work on my beloved anime fan-fiction and chatting.

Why, pray, am I involved with the men in white coats?
You may as well ask the square root of infinity.
But I can explain the anime part.

It probably started the day I turned on the greatest action cartoon of all time, Dragonball Z. It was the episode where Vegeta took on Zarbon for the second time while Bulma and Kuririn watched. I was hooked instantly. From then on, DBZ became a part of me. I was obsessed with catching every single episode, throwing tantrums on the floor of my room when something else came up to keep me away from my idiot-box. It definitely affected me: at the same time, I had been getting into the Pokemon craze. Both series became instant hits; I (as well as my family) have blown hundreds of dollars on the two series (and without even counting any of the others). I was on my way to becoming an otaku, although I’ve probably got much farther to go. And then I started watching other series, drooling over manga. Gundam Wing, Sailormoon, Digimon, Ranma, the occasional Galaxy Express 999 (I haven’t peeked in a while; can someone please tell me exactly why Darqueen is so afraid of Maetel? What’s she going to do, choke her with her fuzzy hat? ^0^) –at one point, I myself wished to become a manga artist. I’m not sure if I’m over it yet. I dream of creating characters, and still have the occasional Poke-mania relapse. (Team Rocket is the best up there! They should have devoted more of the series to my beloved goof-balls!)

Just call me Nuriko, the Otaku-in Training.

Of course, I had to get onto Fanfiction.net. It seemed to just BEG me to join its wild, alternate-universe-y goodness. My first few tales seemed to be all right. An alternate-universe and a bloopers list weren’t such big hits (so I deleted 'em), while a song parody (it’s still here; scroll down to "Killer Ouji"), a silly little romance, and an interactive fic drew people like mosquitoes to blood. Getting with Sailor Taichichi Vegeta (I am advertising! Read her stories!), we were a team on a couple of things, and a good team, too. My profile caused a bit of ironic trouble. The two of us are NOT sisters. We’re just kind of close and like to associate frequently. (Am I confusing you?) I bragged of being a genius, then I spelled the word “blue” wrong.

That’s a whole other problem.
My begging for pictures of the bishounen-turned-general. I didn’t realize it (and I have been told that no character drawn by Toriyama Akira could ever qualify as a bishounen –plus I know perfectly well of his…er…personality, but hey, I’m sure there’s at LEAST one guy out there still drooling over Tenou Haruka while knowing about her and Michiru), but that’s what I was looking at when I was drooling over Son Gokou’s blond military adversary. A bishounen. As a young school-girl, I focus mainly on my work.

*Is interrupted by bored, coughing audience member*

Well, I TRY. Of course, when you’re a good student (I brag a lot, I know. Poke me with a sharp stick, if it’ll make you feel better), you start feeling a certain way about certain things. Like boys. I wondered, “Why do they all screw around that way? Don’t they want to live the good life?” I will tell you right now, I’m the worst materialist to walk this earth, and I want the best for myself. So when I saw these guys acting this way, not caring about grades or test scores (or cars, or houses, or private jets, or diamond rings), they totally turned me off, probably causing me to become one of those who still thinks the opposite sex is an abomination by the time they are thirty. (Plus, who wants diseases? No point in risking my health.) I’m probably never going to have children, either, since I probably won’t get married. If I did consider, there’s such a long list that I’ve formulated, they’d all be driven off, the good and the bad. (Note to the ugly, egotistical (there’s only room for one egotist in my life, and that is me) school-boys who seem to be amused by hitting on me: STOP HITTING ON ME! I’M NOT SEXY, AND I WON’T SHARE MY BRAINPOWER, OR THE MILLIONS I’LL BE MAKING WHEN I COME OF AGE! LEAVE ME THE $)&*#% ALONE!!!) I’m never going to be a single parent, because if I have to go through all of the stress and the weight-gaining and the deprivation of certain foods and pastimes, then there is going to be SOMEBODY to help me take care of the whining, puking bundle of consternation; adoption is just too expensive. I know a good number of fellows who work hard, but I merely consider them friends and/or colleagues and don’t deserve to hoard their friendly, intelligent goodness all to myself.

But Hormones will not be denied.

Yucky stuff! Scroll down if you are a dude! If you are a sheila, you may like some of the same bishies that I do. Please do not laugh at me; this is what happens when your only decent choices are limited to your comic books.;_;

Feeling disgusted with real-life guys, I unconsciously turned to the two-dimensional models on my computer and television screens. The first anime guy I ever drooled over was Pokemon’s ever-cantankerous mob-boss, Giovanni. DON’T LAUGH! Either him, or the dearly-departed-as-a-result-of-Veggie-kun’s-rampage, Zarbon. Then came many, many more guys from the same series -Tares of DBZ Movie #3, and then, for some crazy reason, Garlic Jr.

*Is laughed at, and has to go Mercury Dragoon to shut everybody up*

Honor bright! I don’t know why! And then it was the General, and then it was White and Silver-

*Glares at those laughing and/or gagging*

-And then it was Kamesennin’s rival Tsurusennin, and then his brother Taopaipai-

*Laughs a bit with the rest of the crowd –then pulls out Flame-thrower of Doom*

And then I kind of realized that Toriyama Akira is not really in the bishounen business. Today’s hot-list looks something like this:

Inuyasha (You just can’t help but like him!)
Ku no Tatewaki of Ranma ½ infamy (Hey, rich guys are good!)
Every male villain on Sailormoon ^0^ (Uranus and the Three Lights don’t count, because they’re only guys for part of the time. Dr. Tomoe is smart and rich, but his true form is too ugly.)
Vash the Stampede (Look at him! Finally, a bishie with glasses! SCORE ONE FOR THE NERDS!)
Crawford J. Pegasus (What have I said about rich guys? Actually, Sailor TV and myself are both wild fans of this guy.)
A whole lot of other Yugioh guys. This means all three darks, both billionaires, Noah, Ryuuji Otogi, and Bandit Keith. Yaaaay!

*Is half-buried under stuff thrown by rival Pegasus and Keith fans, assaulted with cries of “Traitor!” from both sides*

Okay… Continuing from where I was so rudely interrupted.

Spike Spiegel (Hey, he works for himself. Who doesn’t like that?)
Himura Kenshin (I got him on the “Who’s the bish for u?” selector quiz. THE BATTOUSAI IS MINE! BACK OFF!!!)
Orlando Bloom *Drools*
Sean Connery (At least I liked him when he was making all of those 007 movies. Tough and smart, what a combo!)
Lloyd (Who remembers “Legend of Dragoon” for PlayStation? Silver hair must be the official bishounen feature of the day or something…)
Shuiichi A.K.A. Kurama, either form (Sailor TV and I both like this guy too.)
Hiei *Drools again*
Seru, the perfect form (Look at his eyes! Aren’t they pwetty?)

And last, but definitely not least, Jinzouningen Juunanagou! I will fight you all for him!

Hm…Looks like I wasn’t as much over Toriyama Akira as I thought.

When I finally manage to quit salivating over random anime guys (and escape from the men in white coats), I will return to my laboratory, and make fireworks. But first, I will post my message board. If one or more should happen to shock or upset you, then please don’t go all beserk on my e-mail. Merely state your opinions mildly, and I shall send you a complimentary box of home-made fireworks. (Don’t get paranoid, they won’t be lit.^_^)

Tibetan independence! They’re so different from the rest of China, I just think it’s a shame. Seeing “Seven Years in Tibet” is what really made my mind up about this.

Save the whales! Save the rain-forest! Save the mashed potatoes! Honestly, we as a people are just too cruel to our planet at times. I do believe the earth will come to an end someday, but until then we should do right by it so that our (pardon me –yours, not mine, since I'm not having any) kids can enjoy things like exotic birds and not have to worry about half of their home state being flooded by melting polar ice caps.

“American Idol” sucks. What happened to the good old days when you got publicity and record deals by actual talent, instead of getting lucky on some reality show? Give me “Survivor” any day. JUSTIN NEEDS A HAIRCUT!!! (This opinion probably also stems from the one below.)

I completely agree with the band director from “Drumline.” Earth, Wind & Fire is THE band. *Makes a shrine to the champions of old-school* I’m very thankful that… erm… aaaagh, I can’t even remember the man’s name, and here I am talking about how much I love his group. Anyway, he’s recovering from a serious disease, and I am very, very, VERY thankful.

*Joins hands with Sailor TV and launches into a rousing rendition of “Groove Tonight”*

Kobe-kun, I shall tell you the same thing I’ve told President Clinton and Prince Charles: If you feel inadequate or depressed or manly or something enough to convince yourself that you really, really have to be a man-whore, or a playa-playa, or whatever, then PLEASE at least do it with somebody who looks decent! And then, try to make up! Charles, you are the one who really disgusts me. Your wife was a good lady (or at least better than some of us; I usually chalk it up to PMS), and there you were, cheating on her with THAT!!! Yeccch…*Vomits like mad* Clinton screwed up the same way, but at least he was sorry afterward, and apologized to everyone. But Kobe-kun, I still think that you are cool. (Oh, that really sounded like a big, mature person!) The Lakers shall dominate! (Shaq, this is thanks to you, too.)

Bugs are evil. Either they hurt, or they ruin your clothes and food, or both. And certain types always smear, no matter how carefully you try to wipe out their existence.

*Wants to put a pig’s head on a stick in the middle of a toxic-waste dump so they’ll all fly in and not come back out*

I can’t wait for the next Super Bowl, so I can eat and drink and make bets. Like I don’t do all of that stuff enough, already. FRENCH ONION DIP FOR ALL!!!

War is bad! What happens if the Iraqis or the Afghans or whoever we’re going to blow up next week really DID have some weapons of mass destruction, and are planning to use them on us right now?!? I’ll tell you right now, if I die before the President does then I’m taking possession of his body. And the Dixie Chicks are as cool as ever. (Don’t get me wrong, though –I try to love and support our nation and/or troops as much as the next manga-deprived, Snickers-stuffing pyromaniac.)

I want a PlayStation 2 so I can get the DBZ: Budoukai game and that jet-ski one that looks like fun. I think that Okage was for that too, wasn’t it? And I want an old Super Nintendo so I can play Yoshi’s Cookie, Donkey Kong Country, Dr. Mario, and Super Mario World. Who remembers Super Mario World? Oh my goodness, that was one of the best games ever! The kawaii music, and the bright, cheery (except for the ghost house, which had me scared silly when I was li’l) graphics addicted me for some reason. I guess it just appealed to me, riding on the back of a perpetually-starving dinosaur. And then they came out with that…erm, SPECIAL cartoon…

*Doesn’t know whether to die of laughter or horror*

It was a paradox to me. I was as crazy over it as I was over Dragonball, but after reading a very intriguing story on Nintendoland.com by one named Toasty, I realized exactly how silly it could be while still being even more hilarious because of its ludicrous-ness (Not to be confused with the College Park rapper. Why’d they have to change the names of the entire Bowser tribe, and whatever in the bloody heck did they do with Kamek and Wart?!? ME WANT FROGGY! or toad, whichever…) Nintendoland.com also has a long list of death-matches. A story that everyone ought to read: “Mario’s High School Days.” Priceless, that it is!

And I miss Bill Nye the Science Guy, too.

Must…run…from…white coat men…

*Smiles, remembering that Mercury Dragoon possesses wings, and flies off into the sky to return and torment you another day*