So, quick recap of my life.

1: not dead, and I turned 33 after playing Cho Han with my little brother Death over coffee. His ninjas have thankfully failed. Please try again. XD
2: lived through a really serious set of operations. Scared people with how fast I recovered.
3: found out my girlfriend needs to move YET THE FUCK AGAIN, and this time I am too venerable to assist. For more info on that topic, note her.
4: the one and only con I go to each year ( RMFC) just announced that it has closed it's doors officially. I worked that con for 9 years. Not gonna lie, actually had to grab a memorial beer to lift my mood. Is sad day.
5: My cousin got married. His wedding was awesome.
6: now on top of three surrogate nephews, I have a 2 month old surrogate neice. She is adorable and has a very over protective surrogate Uncle.


There ya go. Nutshell.

Hey all, long time no update eh? I'm about as productive on here as a one armed pianist playing a solo. A lot has happened, and I don't feel like boring you guys who even bother to read this with details. Suffice it to say, there is a lot of stress on every front and I feel like crap. At the end of March, I need to find a place to have my girlfriend move into, arrange for people to clean, pack, transport her stuff and unload it into the new place before the 31st of this month, take care of my Dad's b-day and Jenryu's b-day, take care of family business and make sure I can go to my doctor's appointment today. On top of all that, I need to keep morale up so people don't fly off the deep end and get depressed while making sure I keep a level head and calm mind. I want to break down and cry. I can barely do all this.... I'm thirty but have the strength and joint pains and problems of an eighty year old... I just don't know what to do. I'm just trying to do my damnedest to be strong on all fronts for the people I love. Apparently though, that IS NOT ENOUGH. Any thoughts or advice? If so, please share... I need the advice.

Has it really been seven years since your passing come this August? Did I just blink and watch reality and time slip through my claws like sand through an hourglass? So much has transpired, so many events that were life changeing have come and gone.... We've lost so many members of our family now.... and all we can do is hold onto their memories. Treasured thaughts, memories and experiances.... we grasp so tightly to them, we hold them fast yet at the same time as gingerly as one would hold a hollowed out eggshell filled with precious treasure.

I remember when you were young and used to playfully maul my hands with your needle sharp fangs when we wrestled. I remember how you used to try and pull my hakama down to try and embarrass me, your way of joking around when you were young. I remember you being my eyes and ears when we went on walks at night up at the cabin. the way you scented the breeze for the smells of nature and incoming prey when we were up in the mountians... the way you used to hunt mice inside the cabin's kitchen. I remember you licking my wounds after surgeries, the way you used to sit at the table with everyone else when we were having dinner as a family. I remember, vividly, the flash of fangs and snarling growls you set upon us when you stole food- making us retrieve it from your snapping maw. I remember you challengeing, fighting and hunting the other neighborhood dogs for dominance... I remember you at my side whenever I gave the hand sign. a quick snap and point, and you responded with military precision and loyalty.

I remember on the nights of the full moon when you became agitated... I remember seeing the glare in your eyes when you hid in the shadows to jokingly scare me whitless.

I remember your death. I gave you your last meal as you lay there on the living room floor, ready to be taken away to be euthanized by a silver hypodermic needle.

I will always remember you, little bro. always.

Throughout the many thousands of years of existing sentient life on this glorious planet, those with opposable thumbs and the ability of semi- cognizant thought have sought the use of tools to ease their lives in one way or another. These cherished artifacts of sapient history have been vast and broad, ranging from anything and everything including your grandfather's old yet still wonderfully usable carpentry tools, your grandmother's tea kettle or cookware, to your crazy uncle bob's favorite firearm or your father's antique muscle car. Some cultures such as the Taoists' believe that once an article or object has become a true antique (100 years or more) and that has been cherished and well taken care of gains a soul and a personality. Such artifacts are familiar to most cultures, but in Japanese lore are known as "tsukumogami". I digress however, in lue of a more pressing matter at hand. This matter of hand is on the topic of repurposed and refurbished articles one may cobble together in order to make useful tools for future generations down the line.

One might ask oneself, " what do I do with all these broken tools and spare miscilanious parts I have at the given moment in time? How can I remake them into something useful if they are broken or worn out?" the answer boils down to four things everyone can do and has the capability to do/ utilize. Research, development, necessity, and ingenuity. By researching how older tools and artifacts were made, one can use their ingenuity to develop customized items to aid them when necessity springs forth from your current resources. Prime examples can be found even today in media such as Wikipedia.com, various martial arts magazines, and here oddly enough on furaffinity ( see my gallery for "shambling mystery meat tenderizer" as an example.) in most cases, repurposed objects can be as simple as heading to the local thrift store and finding something useful out of the myriad of junk bits and ends. In others, you work with what you have; such as the example I will recount below on refurbishing cherished items. This example in question, a broken bokuto that had been sundered via a practice session.

It has been almost seven months since I have had one of my prized and cherished presents broken as a result of wear and tear then refurbished into a new form. Suffice it to say, without going into a plethora of seemingly non-sequiter details on the origen of my practice katana, the wooden blade shattered on the proverbial "sweet spot" all blades of such nature crack at- four to six inches from the tip of the blade itself. Not wanting a structurally weak and definitely dangerous practice weapon, I set to the task of re purposing the still salvageable portion with the hand tools I had at the ready at the given time. Using a coping saw, a wood rasp and a mill rasp as well as a coarse/ fine grit sanding block, I cut the broken section of the blade down slightly below the shatter point and shaped it properly. On e that was done, I sanded the rest of the blade and the newly "forged" tip smooth and applied multiple clear coats to achieve the proper level of protection for the wood grain. From there, it was just a matter of re fitting the tsuba and rubber gaskets into place and my cherished blade was reborn good as new. My now new bokuto is the length of a shinobigatana ( ninja sword) and functions as the second companion sword in the customary daisho set ( daisho: the pairing of a long and short sword worn by samurai during the feudal era of Japan).

Case in point, hold true to the old adage, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it. If it is broken, fix it the right way and do so in excellence." just because an item might be broken or missing parts doesn't mean you can't work with what you got and make it good as new.

Ever go to bed late one night and get up needing that little pick me up in the morning? Ever shamble out of bed and make your way over to the coffee pot and realize, " aw crap. The fucking coffee from last night hasn't been brewed yet and I don't want to wait sixteen to twenty minutes to re make a pot. I wish that I could just push a button, roll over and wake up with coffee made." well I've had many a day where our old school percolator mocked us like that. The secret and solution? Rather then picking up a new coffee maker I spent $10.99 on a set of wee little devices during our local target's after Christmas special sales.

Apparently, Westinghouse electric produces a set of indoor wireless remote controlled fully grounded electric outlets. Just plug it into any existing outlet and then plug in the power cord to the device, then press the buttons for on and off and BOOM! Insert a Victor Von Frankenstein quote of " it's alive! It's alive!" now all I need to do is prepare the coffee before I go to bed and in the morning after taking my meds, make like igor and flip the remote switch for hot coffee after I gain semi cognitive semblance. All in all, life got easier and a hell of a lot more entertaining.

Remote controlled coffee: the nerdgasems just keep coming!!!!

My girlfriend JenRyu and I are trying to get people into the holiday spirit come time when ghosts and goblins walk the pavement asking for sweets. We'd like for the word to be spread around, so people can have fun. The fun part comes by way of a game, and here's how to play!

For the time of october 1st until midnight on October 31st, there will be 5 commission slots open for all of FA to try to get some free art from JenRyu and I. Note me or her on FA and say three magic words "Trick or Treat!". After you ask trick or treat, We'll give you a riddle. the first five people to give us the correct answer to the riddle we ask will get 1 free peice of black and white art to call their own. So come on guys, let's go trick or treating!

If you had to take a design of a war horse in the middle ages complete with barding (horse armor) and design a cutie mark for it to make it a g1/4 MLP, what design ideas would you have? The reason why I ask is because I am making an awesome g1/4 MLP and need design help. So far, I can't figure out what the design should be for the dual cutie mark ( one on left hind leg and one on a heraldry shield that covers the right side back hip). I also can't figure out his name. Figured he'd be captian of equestria's elite guard though, since he'll be wearing barding. Thoughts? Ideas? Post em in the comment box. Thanks!

K, so for those of you who don't know about my brain, it works in misterious and sometimes confusing ways. I've been pondering on just how to make a few things work and for the most part I've got the basics down. The project I'm planning on making, just for refrence here, is a laser hack build to make a working hdvd laser led prop of the gundam seed beam saber. (the one with the metal spine and the cutting edge made out of a plasma beam.)

So far with the research that I've done, I just need to figure out about four things:

01: the amperage/ wats ratio (power consumption allotments)
02: the basic mechanics of rigging together the circuitry so that it'll be able to handle the power load
03: kitbashing the handle to accept the colapsable plastic track backspine
04: being able to fit the led components into a propped housing that will, when activated, bounce off a reflective mirror surface on the inside of the end cap.

My main questions are,

01: how much power do about 6 hdvd blu ray LEDs consume and how many batteries of what size will I need to power them?

02: how do I soldier the circuits together so I can avoid blowing out components due to too much power?

03: where can I find the LEDs for my project at a reasonable price, or for that matter, plastic roll track let alone aluminum variants?

04: how should I fabricate and affix the end cap with the mirror section in it to the slide track ends?

Tell me your thoughts on the matter and your critiques.

as well as pains in my lower posterior area to say the least.

a brief recap of 2010 is in order though, since my last journal was about 6 or so months ago.

First off, the new and experimental surgery I had done on me back in September went so well it was unfathomable by the surgeons and the cardiologists. for lack of a better term, when I got the new generator unit inside my chest they ended up placing a secondary wire into me which allows for conductivity to the other side of my heart- thus allowing it to pump more efficiently and with a much stronger beat then usual. during my time under the knife, they tried literally shocking me into cardiac arrest using the two wires inside my body. the test proved to have yielded intriguing and incredibly interesting results, because of the fact that the high amount of voltage coursing through my body at the time didn't even make my heart seize for even a millisecond. afterwords, they stitched and surgical glued my carcass back together and sent me on my way after a hellish night in the hospital.

September yeilded yet another activation date past, and though I am older by one year I am not quite certian that I am all the wiser due to me dealing with various stressful issues. on the plus side, I'm glad that Jenryu and I have built up our relationships with a new found friend we met at last year's RMFC, an individual known as Sangesan. October yielded a wonderful All Hallows, despite various vexations caused by a few individuals to whom I will be addressing later in my journal.

November through december were a bear of a time that taxed me to the bone because of a death in the family. through many stressful days I endured familial political slings and arrows for people bickering and vieing for neutrality and equality between my grandmother's three daughters- one of whom is my mother. needless to say, familial feuds are still being plucked at every now and again, much like dueling banjos and pot shots taken by each side by black powder rifles... and it appears that multiple years might pass before one of my elders realizes that it would behoove her to allow such a grudge to pass on and lay it to rest in consecrated ground, sealed in a steel coffin and buried under six feet of cement.

January after the new year WAS going well until about a week and a half ago, and this is where my vexations started to come to a boil. I had recently acquired a job, finally, after about 5 years of un-employment at an establishment on Tennyson street which requires me to catalogue all the inventory in the business and place items for sale up on Craigslist and some on E bay. Simple, right? Well, Not so fast there folks. There's a lot of issues when no one has taken inventory of the stock in the SIX ROOMS in over 30 some odd YEARS. hence, I've got my hands full. on top of that, a social situation with an individual on FA (who, because of the personal ethics of the writer of this journal, will remain nameless for posterity sake) has erupted into an all out idiotic rage and fueled me to write this to clarify such things. but first, a bit of background on the topic.

if anyone remembers my journal titled "More epic a fight then the battle at Mordor...." that I transcribed a while back, you'd remember the fact that I had mentioned two roommates of my current girlfriend, Jenryu. Those roommates had moved down to Texas in order to take care of their business, verbally bequeathing Jenryu and I everything par from ONE item that was theirs to the two of us litterally saying "Aside from the PHP (player's hand book) with the cloth cover, the rest of this stuff is yours to do with as you will. Sell or get rid of whatever you need to in order to make ends meet." and then promptly booked it for southern territories. well, consiquently, they moved back after about 3 and a half months of being down there. During that time, we had been served an eviction notice by the landlord of the complex indicating that we had to vacate EVERYTHING from her previous place of residence. EVERYTHING was pulled curbside, and at that point by knowledge of Colorado state law, it was fair game for ANYONE to salvage regaurdless of prior claims by the previous owners. WE, Jenryu and I, salvaged the articles and stored them so that we could bring them to her new domicile to sort out later. Time passed, and issues began to rise due to the fact that one or the other of Jenryu's previous room mates wanted various things back.

Now, here's the skinny, by my knowledge of Legal accounts, given the time frame they were away and the fact that not only did they verbally bequieth those articles to the both of us, plus the eviction notice that was issued, ALL those items left behind are LEGALLY ours by all extent of the law. Jenryu and I have had multiple discussions on the matter and we are fine with giving them back items that WE DO NOT WANT, such as the tub of one of the room mates crap his dad forgot to take with him and his father's dremel parts that we could find, as well as a Sailor moon RPG book, a few CDs that were asked about, and the aformentioned PHP. that's no issue whatsoever to return to them, and we will gladly have a NEUTRAL third party procure them so that they can get back to them. The rest of the items within our posession WILL stay in our posession because we legally own them. period. end of story.

the second part of this vexation is that while I was conversing with one of the room mates over FA notes, I asked a simple question that was not malicious in any way. She responded with blowing the whole thing out of proportion because she thought I was trying to get her kicked out and or black-listed with her boyfriend of a convention that Jenryu and I attend. Frankly, that was never the case and I am appealed that the people in question didn't ask ME directly to clarify such issues. Furthermore, one of them even went so far to try and emotionally wound me, only to have such an action cause Jenryu to have an emotional breakdown for five hours where she cried her eyes out. Now, I'm personally fine with them being seemingly pissed at me. I frankly don't care about their "new found friends said to replace me". I can safely say without shades of doubt or regret that I respect their decisions on such matters as they are logical and mature. What I do not ever condone is collateral damage against the people I care about, including but not limited to taxing someone who is ALLREADY busy with prior business with such trivial matters of the ego. If you want to be pissed at me, then fine. Just have enough moral and ethical honor not to try and take it out on other people because of petty rage.

this being said, I have now therapeutically vented for EVERYONE to see, and for everyone's record who reads this I still will stick by my statement that I will still be civil if the four of us see each other in any convention venue. I'm also going to blatently state that I'm not so brazen or stupid to try and coerce the convention staff to black list anyone unless I can provide VALID LEGAL PROOF that the individuals in question are detrements to someone in the con or to the con itself. Jenryu and I are severing our connections post haste as per the agreement, and unless either of you contact us, this will be my last communication to everyone on this subject. In return for all the vexations in the past though, I am requesting three things from the two room mates in question for Jenryu's and Mine's posterity sake.

1: I formally request that the main technical consultant of the Ironclaw and Jadeclaw suppliments labeled on the sanguine Yahoo group in post 18907, titled "The Cursed Art of Crimson: Blood Magic" and "The Arts of the Ink and Needle: The Tribal arts of Mage Weave tattoos." please discontinue work on the applicable suppliments because of two reasons:

1: the information you have currently is woefully out of date due to research that I have conducted over the course of 1 year and six months, and untill I finish the final compilations of the suppliments to Sanguine's Yahoo group, it would be greatly appreciated if there was no conflicting data circulating on the topics.

2: While you will be credited with helping out in the initial design and the work you have assisted with on the projects, both the GM and I, the initial designer have come to realize that your services were greatly appreciated yet no longer needed.


2: I reiterate my and Jenryu's past requests that you desist the usage of our personal intellectual properties that we have created, IE: various RPG characters we have built for various groups in the past that you were in.

3: we respectfully request that all communication between the two parties cease, with no calls, e mails, Instant messages or Notes of any kind- a corollary to this request is that all personal contact information for both parties not be circulated at all and immediately be deleted so as to avoid further confrontation.

thanks for your time. have a pleasant day.

*guitar music plays in BG and shows cell shaded CG graphics of pipe tomahawk weapon maneuver guided in thunder*

Upgrades complete: Aquired high voltage wiring harness and High output Medtronic generator!

Unit 542C0515 is unavailable for player character selection until boss battle. Unit 542C0515 has left the party temporarily.


alright. enough RPG and video game jokes aside, the procedure went off without a hitch. I was in the mech bay for about 2 days, and then they got bored of me bitching about the cardiac diet crap and the skimpy portions for the food so they booted me out. seriously, what's a mother fucker gotta do to get a simple cup of coffee in that stinking place? boggles my cerebral CPU... *shakes head* anyways, I digress. during my 1 month 1 week of downtime (started on the 18th, will end on the 20th of Sept.) I'll be kicking back, letting my systems calibrate and adjust to my new generator unit and resting up so that I can get back to being fully functional. granted, this also means I am going to be working on a few commissions I have had to need to do, but that's neither here nor there.

speaking of commissions, I'm thinking of doing a few scrawlings here on FA for the people I saw at RMFC. those who were gifted with physical representations of my loyalty and admiration, expect to see or receive a few interesting things in the mail sometime soon.

until then, all of you guys take care. I'll speak with you soon.

Status:

RMFC: tremendous success. looking forward to next year.

Upgrade status: Instillation of new generator components pending in T- minus 47 hrs, 55 min. and counting (Aug 17, 2010 at 6:00 AM MST.)
Details about upgrades:
Enter into Mech bay at 0600.
begin procedure after being put into sleep mode.
will be under heavy survailence for 22 hrs after wards.
After procedure, perscribed R&R for 1 month due to nanites healing the incisions in synthaskin and mechanical tissues.

Notes: if I need anything, I'll call you guys. trust me, you know who you are.

Comission stuffs:

The Beast Mugshot badge: pending, design sketches needing to be compiled.


Other:

just letting you guys know that while I may be down for repairs, I'm definitely not out of the loop. to all my close friends and adopted family members out there (and you know who you are by now), you don't need to worry. Rest assured that while my sword arm is going to be weak for a bit of time, I'll still be able to bear a shield on my other good arm. but, just in the remote off chance I don't make it, a few words.

Laken: keep those birds in the air and your dreams and aspirations aloft.

Nighteyes: you better damn well stay your snarky self, otherwise I'm coming back from the scrap pile to kick your ass back into line. take care of that special someone in your life, and make sure that you keep a whimsical spring in your step.

Klan and Zuci: I know it's going to be kind of hard during these times, but just remember that you guys always have each other to fall back on. stay happy, healthy, and be well. Klan, keep being a child at heart. Zuci, give him hell and keep him in line... just not too in line.

Viridian: continue to learn and grow with leaps and bounds. Stay the course and continue to be virtuous in your own ways, always honorable and never faltering. you are more stalwart then a pillar of stone, and your qualities are that of a diamond in the rough. cultivate them well.

Noylun: Stay whimsical and keep a watchful eye over Lillith and Dylan. they will need guidance in years to come. remain as refreshing as a summer breeze and as happy as sunlight cresting the earth at the dawning of the new day.

Lillith: you be good to your mother and don't give her too much heck, you hear me little sis? Watch over Dylan and make sure he's taken care of. Live, learn well, love with all your heart, and mind your elders.

Freefox: Party hard, party responsibly. Spin songs and yarn like they are going out of style, and know that even if the worst happens to me, I'll still be there for you.

Kahuki and Ivan: continue to be yourselves. be like the red in the wind, able to bend but never break. love and take care of one another.

and last but definately not least,

Jenryu: *** this message was censored due to dialogue unfit for the internet.... not even 4-chan would allow it.****

drat. well, then I guess I'll just have to send you a note then.


in any case, gotta go. time to kick ASCII and take user names. no worries though, I'll take my staff, my knife, my thor's hammer, and return with stories for all to hear.

logging out,
Sarcosis.

hey guys, is anyone a fan of the RPG system for Ironclaw and Jadeclaw? if so, then you should check out the mailing list for yahoo groups. regaurdless, this is an entry for a magazine called "Bitemark" that I am trying to get to the editor, Ithiaca Dreamweaver. Big man, if you read this, sorry if it's late in coming. We had issues on my end.
read and review, then give critique. it's appreciated. thanks in advance.

Article:


Notes of a practitioner: The Study of Qui Sao

author: Xiang Quei, student of the Sword and Brush.



terminology:

Qui sao is known throughout the world by many different names. In the northern and southern continents of Gondwana, it is known simply in the native tongue as "energy work". in the areas of Middle Calabria and in the surrounding Isles, it is known as Anema (primal life energy). in various areas of Zhongguo and Yindu, the terms used are simply Qi (pronounced "key" like the item used to unlock doors) or Chi. In the Isles of Nippon, off the coast of Zhongguo they use the term Ki (same pronunciation as listed above.). in various other locations around Zhongguo, they have adopted both pronunciations of Qi, Chi and Ki from their neighboring states, Nippon and and Yindu. All terminology though, it seems, refers to the same topic and can in certain circles be used interchangeably.

a brief explanation of Qui Sao:

regardless of how each area says it though, one thing is clear: the usage of Qui sao is the act of utilizing a person's body's own energy to do miraculous things outside the currently understood realms of science and magic. Using this natural energy, some cultures, most notably the ones from Zhongguo and Northern and Southern Gondwana, have developed a plethora of techniques in regard to it's usage, and have discovered it's proverbial "Metaphysical" limitations. Such techniques can be used in a variety of ways. Some cultures such as myself and other Zhongunese martial artists have trained ourselves with intimate knowledge of certain areas in the body where qui sao naturally emits from, and have been able to harness that energy from these key points for use in combat situations. Likewise, most doctors have befitted from these studies and perform great acts of healing when they use qui sao for medicinal use. However, I digress. Let us first understand how Qui Sao works so as to better explain the usage of it and it's properties. I shall begin with the following foot notes left to me by my Master, Aou Chi, Physician extraordinaire. In his notes on pressure points and acupuncture techniques, he makes note of the following observations:

" it is upon my reflection on the diagnosis of my patient, Wujao Singtong, that I have noted that his body is adapting itself in extraordinarily queer ways due to his unbalanced chi. Though each of his key Chakra points are functioning, some are woefully overproducing to compensate for the ones which are lacking proper flow and emittance. I have studied him over the course of one fort-night, and have deduced that his diet may be the cause of such an imbalance. Upon the morrow, I shall speak with him in regards to changing his diet and prescribe him supplements to even out his imbalance. Once this is done, I shall slate him for a return visit so that I may see if his treatment goes as expected."

What my master was referring to when he mentioned "Chakra points" are those key locations in the body that generate Chi. There are seven points of interest that form the network for the usage of Qui sao. These seven Chakra points reside in the crown of the head, the forehead (commonly referred to by the people of Gondwana and the Yindu as the "third eye"), the base of the throat, the center of the chest where the heart resides, the upper and lower solar plexus (the diaphragm and the middle dantien- or center of balance) and inside the area of the sex organs.

The Chakra in the crown of a person's head is known by the Yindu and Zonggunese asthetics as the sahasrara. It's delegation over the flow of one's inner chi flow is that of bringing clarity to one's mind and consciousness. the colors of the chi that flow from this point when it is activated are white and violet.

The Chakra in the forehead of an individual is known as Ajna, or Bindu. it's role in delegating chi flow is allowing oneself to balance the higher and lower functions of the mind, allowing for one to utilize the clarity of mind produced by the crown chakra to it's fullest. it has been noted that some individuals who can see spiritual entities in and out of meditation have this chakra PERMANENTLY opened, and as such sometimes go insane due to them never being able to decern what is real and what is in the realm of ghosts and apparitions. However, with help, they can learn to control it in order to benefit themselves. this topic will be discussed later in future notes. the colors of the chi that flow from this point when it is activated are Indigo and dark blue.

The Chakrah in the throat is known as the Vishuddha, and is responsible for the growth of an individual as well as being able to communicate well once cultivated. the color of the chi that flows from this point when it is activated is light blue.

The Chakrah in the heart is known as the Anahata, and it governs over the body's chi flow that corresponds with complex emotional feelings and governs the physical circulation of the chi flow. the color of the chi that flows from this point when it is activated is a vibrant green.

The Chakrah in the solar plexus is known as the Manipura. it's main function when delegating chi flow mostly allows for a person to relate to their own personal issues that hold power over them, such as their opinions and free thoughts, their ability to look inward upon themselves and better themselves and the ability to transition basic thoughts into more complex ones. the color of the chi that flows from this point when it is activated is golden yellow.

The Chakrah in the Sacral area is known as the Swadhisthana, and it governs over one's chi flow in the form of being able to control (sometimes lack thereof) oneself in regards to their emotions, acts of violence, various vices, basic emotional needs and acts of pleasure- physical, mental and spiritual. the color of the chi that flows from this point when it is activated is a vibrant sunset orange.

The Chakrah in the sex organs is known as the Muladhara. Due to the area it rests in, it is safe to say that it's functions are self explanatory on just what types of chi it governs over and what it controls inside the body. the color of the chi that flows from this point when it is activated is deep ruby red.

It is through my experience that when individuals open and close these key points in various orders, they allow the person to utilize different flows of metaphysical energy that can be used to either heal or harm- be it oneself or another. I will not lie, I myself have utilized qui sao to defend myself and others from various nere-do-well's that have attempted us harm. I will also not deny that I am capable of healing just as I am capable of harming, mending the ill effects by augmenting a person's chi flow so that they can be able to get back to their daily duties. rest assured though, that though I am capable of both, I am not capable of using magical skills to replicate my techniques- nor do I use such means to perform my tasks.

One might ask, "Kwei sensei, how is magic different then Qui Sao? What are the differences if at all?" my answer to such questions is this: your questions are astute and very well spoken. but please, answer me this- can your teeth become feet and your toes become eyes? yes they are a part of your body, but they do not function the same way as one another. In my journeys around the globe, I have encountered my fair share of great sorcerers and academics capable of great magical aptitude. we have sat down, and we have talked from dawn til dusk, comparing and listening to notes on what each has had to say. Many of them with open minds agree that while magical and metaphysical energies are similar in construction, they cannot be interchanged with each other due to a form of... oh, what was the term they used to describe it.... feed back I believe they called it. One Dao Shih actually explained it like taking a container of "bottled lightning" and pitching it into a lake full of fish when the cork was barely on. to quote him, he said that "the results, my dear associate, are a waste of time, energy, and good fish not even a kettle could save. It was truly fortuitous that I decided to test the theorem rather then act brashly and be so presumptuous to try and mix such volatile forces." Though he did not tell me what form of test he used for his experiment, I clearly saw the result, as all that was left of his left arm was a small stump dangling from his shoulder- liberally wrapped in bandages I might add.

*sits down, tired, dirty, grimy, weary and physically exhausted beyond death then begins to type*

friends, I write to you today to tell of a fucking epic tale still in the works. the story goes a little something like this, as told from my personal P.O.V. while duking it out on the front lines:

One month and three days ago, I undertook a great task onto my shoulders. this task was helping my very recent girlfriend  jenryu Jenryu out with cleaning up the huge mess that was left by her room mates after they picked up and left for greener pastures in quite a hurry, much like rats from a sinking ship or bandits running from the law while getting the fuck out of Dodge city. They currently reside in Texas, and honestly even though I am officially pissed off to all hell at them I wish them all the best in getting their lives together and loose ends tied up. They probably don't realize how much strife they caused, but hey, all I have to say is this: they provided the fire to anneal my metal, and I was re forged into a stronger individual because of it. for that, I must thank them.

in any case, getting back on track, they left just before the beginning of May, taking with them their bare essentials and bad company (I'm referring to the house guests who didn't help one bit aside from on the last day: all they did was screw, eat the food we brought over and smoke outside while we tried to get our gear in order.) and leaving us with a mountain of strife known as Jenryu's Horde of woes. through much muscle strain, tireless hours spent after exhausting both of ourselves to past the breaking point, endless levels of frustration and a few sessions of nearly having mental lapses, we pushed on. She with working from ten AM to Seven PM as a cake decorator for King Soopers (which by the by, is more physically exhausting then one might think) and then walking an hour long walk back to the apartment, and I who woke up around ten-ish AM every morning to physically box and clean the lonely and desolate two bedroom- one bath apartment to the best of my not so domestic ability. Hours of work turned to days, and days turned to weeks of toil, and what brief moments of relaxation we both had on her dwindling days off were met by an onslaught of hell the next day where the vicious cycle started anew.

it was at one point deep within our labors that we realized that we were only two individuals against a legion of odds. desperately we stood our ground, but we realized that we would lose the battle if we did not have any assistance. We tried calling for re enforcements, asking politely to all we could think of- friend and family alike. Only a few brave souls could be rallied against such an epic force, and this is the point of the story where their valor must be sung about. Most notable of all there were our individual parents, who's seasoned guidance and wisdom lent us a helping hand, but there were also seven dear friends who chose to pick up the proverbial sword and shield to help out in our cause.

Our good friend  Nighteyes_5 Nighteyes was kind enough to come over for a few hours to help out with the epic fight, with polearm of plucky common sense in hand and dagger of sardonic wit gnashed between his mighty giraffe jaws, he skillfully decimated the first wave of boxing and staging the titanic toatables and then sallied forth back to his residence with relative ease, much like a youjimbo samurai into the sunset at the end of an Akira Kurosawa movie.

The second wave was met with a dynamic Duo, a tag team with the skill and accuman that of seven seasoned professionals.  Zuci Zuci and Klandahgi Silentclaw charged forth into battle against the daunting second wave, with only sharpies, box cutters and packing tape to back up their formidable prowess of mind, body and iron clad will. Zuci set forth with lightning speed, tackling the sheer volume of killer knick-nacks and trecherous trinkets with prowess one could only find in a natural huntress. her husband, Klandahgi, calculated and tackled the inconceivable odds like a scholarly tactician of a warrior that he is, racing hither and yon to supply Zuci's battle on the front lines with adequate accoutrement such as boxes, cleaning supplies and additional packing materials. together, they stood upon the mound of boxes and toat tubs like the epic level 80 W.O.W. PvPers atop a hill of pixelated bodies surveying their handiwork. after their epic decimation with the second wave, we sat and supped upon the great beast of stuffed crust cheese and pepperoni, and their was much rejoicing and merriment.

the third and final wave was dealt a devastating blow by a surprise pincer attack from a quintet of combatants, Ryan, Ben, Mike and Ron. while I and Jenryu had finished up our respective runs to the storage facility, these four fellows of epic and win swooped in like the precision sweeper team that they are and cleared out the most heaviest hitters. Ryan and Ben tackled the duo known as the TV stand and the remaining dresser, while Ron and Mike tackled the deadly over sized temper-pedic bed and box spring. afterwords each of them joined forces to load the back of jenryu's mother's car and in record time, this fearsome foursome of spec ops. gamers had dwindled the ranks of Jenryu's clutter down to an easy three easy truckloads. afterwords, they went as unexpectedly as they came, slipping silently into the night like true net ninjas.

from there, the grueling task of unloading and loading the remainder of Jenryu's horde into storage came with various tribulations and expected levels of muscle fatigue, not to mention injury and strife. in the end though, here Jenryu and I stand atop the first victory we have had in quite some time. both our metals were tested and truly we came out of these current situations stronger individuals then when it began in the first place. however, a great cloud looms over our horizons. we have about a week of recuperation before the second major battle begins: moving Jenryu's horde into a new apartment once she acquires it.

hopefully this next fight will be more fruitful then the previous, and we will have more numbers on our side to aid in the battle yet to come.

this is Sarcosis, signing off for now.

Ok guys, here's the skinny thus far.

first, to clarify, I am just ranting about a few things that are grinding my gears. I'm not going to name names, but suffice it to say, there's some drama going on in my life that is really urking me and making multiple lives difficult in regaurds to a certian situation.

anyways, one of my major rants is about the mental health of my girlfriend. her room mates are driving her nuts, and it's fraying her wires very thin. I'm concerned for her well being because of issues going down at her apartment she lives at and weather or not she is going to have a place to stay next month or not. That, and I have just been given a rather rude ultimatum from one of her room mates: clean EVERYTHING of mine out of their apartment (not that there was that much in the first place mind you) and have it out by this Friday (april 23rd) or they will deal with it as they see fit. in regards to that, I have just a few things to say:

1: the computer stuff that I wanted, I no longer desire. as such, all the server rack stuff and the computer equipment minus the game console and the video game paraphinalia I loaned them can go to ARC, where they can get a tax write off for it.

2: I was allready planning to get my stuff out of their apartment anyway, hence why I sent my girlfriend back to their place with a backpack of mine so that some of the stuff can be brought over to my place with relative ease. in regards though to the video game stuff that is mine, IE: my PSX, PSX power cord,, memory cards (if they are over there), controllers, FF8 walk through manual and video games I loaned them are going to come back with me. most likely in said backpack. hence all will be well in that regard.

3: the black bin filled with clock parts and the white bucket of gears, as with the wooden cigar box of misc. parts are coming back with me as well. most likely they will be coming back with me this Wednesday (plus or minus the cigar box of parts if I can find it in their place, hopefully with almost all of the contents intact.).

4: The hookah, shisha and the coals (though probibly sans the coals and shisha due to them most likely having been thrown out allready) as well as my shaving equipment and possibly a couple of my shirts and a pair of PJ's will be coming back with me as well on Wednesday.

in short, her room mates have nothing to worry about with my stuff. I just don't exactly like the tone one of them had when he said it. he could have been a smidgen more pleasant about the situation, and a bit more sociable instead of being grumpy. I dunno. maybe it was just his cold or something. regardless, it's going to be taken care of, so they don't need to worry their heads over it. and yes, for my girlfriend's room mate's sake so not to worry I am going to pull a pocket check before I come down to grab my stuff and take care of things, so they don't need to worry. I will, however, be bringing my walking staff or a cane over because moving those buckets will be murder on my hip and back.

back to my original lines of concern though, my girlfriend and her room mates apartment. (sorry, rants suck, and I tend to jump back and forth when my brain is going a mile a minute.)

I dunno, it just seems to me that everyone in that house is acting surprisingly aggressive and hostile towards each other and towards people who come into their home. it doesn't help that alot of them have just gotten over a cold that I accidentally gave them, and they are feeling craptastic and moody. I'll be the first to admit that her room mates don't exactly see eye to eye to me at the moment, but I still hope that they can put aside their differences against me and try to keep what relationships we had in the past civil. I know that the young woman who is rooming with them now, cunning feline that she is, is still *ponders the word* eh, wary- I guess you could say, of me because of things that happened in her past. Truthfully, I just want her to feel comfortable around me and know that I honestly wouldn't do anything to harm her and that I'm really a nice guy- I just have quirks about me. but seeing as how she and I only have known each other for a relatively short amount of time, it's logical that she is still getting used to me. eh, I digress.

I don't know. is it bad to worry about the woman you love and care for her deeply? is it bad or horrible to want to try to help her out emotionally and be there for her when shit hits the fan and you try to help her out when it feels like you can't even help yourself out? is it a bad thing if you just want people to accept you like your girlfriend does for who you are and know that you try to be there for them in their time of need? I'm serious here folks, I honestly don't have a fucking clue in my C.P.U. as to wtf to do. it feels like all I can do is just sit outside an interrogation room while being shackled to a chair and watch as shit just goes really wrong on the inside of the room. I really do love my girlfriend, and I want to help her out... but at the same time I don't want to drop a depth charge in a tsunami infested pool and watch everything go to hell in a hand basket.

I want to know what to do. I want to know how to get control of the situation so that it can't go south for these people.

not knowing this really makes me feel worried. it's like a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach and a dull rasp that shaves away my emotional support. it gnaws at me, with vorpal fangs, so agonizingly slow and deliberately.

Snaked from Hotch and Jenryu. Ladies, thanks for the Meme. hope you two fill it out so I can learn about you two. everyone else, enjoy.


1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Film:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of FA?:
10. What's your philosophy on life?:
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?:
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?:
13. What is your favorite memory of us?:
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?:
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they?:
17. Can we get together and make a cake?:
18. Which country is your spiritual home?:
19. What is your big weakness?:
20. Do you think I'm a good person?:
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?:
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?:
24. What do you wear to sleep?:
25. Trousers or skirts?:
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?:
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?:
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?:

tick, tock now goes the clock, I sit here and watch it pass. reflecting on how the world has turned and how events have transpired, I can safely say the following.

though the chronophage has supped upon the ripe fruits of the old year, devouring the old and depositing the seed of the new year into firtile ground, I am torn with mixed thaughts. on the one hand, I look back at my life and realize I have really shitty occasions that crop up all too frequently in my life. family pisses me off and friends just make me want to throw up my hands into the air and scream "WHISKY TANGO FOXTROT!!!!" to the four winds due to their abstract ways. then there are the life changeing things that happen during our time on this mudball that are traumatic enough to shake us to our very core. this makes us think that life has it out for us. maybe it does... maybe it doesn't. even I, with all my crazy amounts of idiot savant common sense moments and my wealth of knowledge don't know the answer to that one.

then on the other hand, I realize that it is these hardships and experiances that shape us. in these turbulous times that happen in our lives, I realize that they are meant to test our metal, our inner strength. those harsh lessons forge us into the people we are to become, for better or worse. they batter, beat us, slam us around, all of them being learning experiances for us to benifit from. it's from these experiances that I remember the times of joy and laughter in the past that I have shared with people close to me. People who would stand with me and help me in my times of need. people who would support me through thick and thin as I would for them.

in any case, weither it just is my mind rambleing on about things or some meaningful statement made out of loyalty and compassion, I again state, these are my mixed thaughts about the past year. as for resolutions for the new year, it just makes me wonder even further.

on the one hand, I could make some crazy ass list about things I want to do but will never get around to doing. on the other, I could shoot low and make exceedingly easy goals for myself to accomplish. truthfully, I just don't have the energy to do either of those. what I will exert energy on though, is stating the following things that we all need to do for the new year to be better for us all.

1: learn to relax and reflect on things. the past is inportant. it teaches you about things that might be blatently obvious that you miss out on. kick back with your favorite drink every once in a while. put your feet up. take about twenty to fourty five minutes to collect your thaughts and enjoy life. you'll be thankful you did.

2: realize the inportance to the people who are close to you. weither it's your grandparents that raised you, the mother who birthed you or the father who provided for you, everyone in your life is inportant in one form or another. realize what they have done for you and what you have done for them. take time out to thank them and tell them how inportant they are in your life via word or through actions and deeds.

3: respect the bounties of nature and the life that it supplies to us. all too often we neglect the fact that animals aren't just mindless beasts. we forget the fact that plants and trees are living things as well, and that they provide life and nourishment for our bodies. now adays we don't even take the time to be thankful for the food we eat or the cloths we wear- be they made out of cotton, wool or hide. we all need to remember that from fang and claw came tooth and nail, and that in some way we all are part of nature.

and finally, one last little note for us all too do.

4: be excellent to one another. this one is pretty self explanitory. if you don't know what I'm talking about, watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventures.

in any case, now I go to be with family... surrogate, biological or otherwise. hopefully, I can learn from them and put their lessons to good use. only time will tell though for this new year.

tick, tock. tick, tock.

ok people, here's the skinny.

I'm sitting up at the wee hours of the morning and I'm kinda getting a bit nosthalgic. To me, All Hallows eve was a time when the things that went bump in the night made you run screaming in terror and made you look over your shoulder every chance you got. it was a night where ghosts and goblins walked the pavement. when boils and gouls made people shreik in terror... however it was also a time of family and togetherness... a time of much joy and laughter. Sitting here and reminiscing about the good old days of when All Hallows was a time of getting together and partying is making me feel like busting out some fun treats for the holidays. here's how you can play along:

For a limited time until midnight on October 31st, there will be 5 commission slots open for all of you guys to try to get some free art from me. Note me on FA and say three magic words "Trick or Treat!". after you ask me trick or treat, I'll give you a riddle. the first five people to give me the correct answer to the riddle I ask will get 1 free peice of art to call your own.

now, with that said, I just have a few more things to say.

to all you people out there who are going out this All Hallows who are in the Colorado area or near the mountians, just remember to play it safe. It's fun to trick or treat until the neighbor's die of fright, but remember to stay warm and make sure that you have your wits about you. watch out for cars and make sure you carry a flashlight or something to light your way. to those of us who enjoy other sweets around this time of year.... well.... just party responsibly and don't drink and drive.

Be safe all of you, and have a wonderful All Hallows Eve.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nP6m.....layer_embedded

... just, wtf man! seriously. WTF.


also, it has been a rough week for me due to a plethora of reasons. one of my dad's close family friends who was quite litterally family just passed not two days ago. I would have atleast liked to say goodbye propperly, but I did what i could with what i had on hand. I'm hoping that I can at the least go to the funeral or something....

... they be tender, delectible and everywhere. after all, life's no fun without a good scare.

gah! I can't wait until All Hallows. the time when the two realms is as thin as paper and I can easily catch up with my dead relitives.

and before you guys ask about it, yes, I do see dead people and yes i do talk to things that go bump in the night. the ones I acknowledge are all kosher, and most of them happen to be some of my very close relitives. I don't bother with the others who aren't pleasent to be around. By bahamut's tail spade, I can't wait to kick back and hang out with friends and family this year....


*sighs* I wonder how each of my deceased family members are doing? I haven't talked to them all in quite some time. plus there's so many.... in a way, it's just not right to not have two of them missing.... especially around this time of year. Grandpa and Lycurges always did enjoy their birthday time..... *frowns*

ah well. I'll raise my tankard and toast to their happy afterlife in the umbral world, let it never be said that we never honor our dead and let it always be said that we respect them for the sacrifices and tribulations they endured to help us out in life. On this All Hallows, I shall make sure to mark the occasion and make with revalry.

yes folks, there will be a festive time to be had by all. Pumpkins shall be carved, delectible food shall be consumed and drinks shall be had for all. at the end of all this, I'll stoke my pipe under the sky clad in stars and breathe deep- partaking in the cool autumn night's air. if I so much as see a frown cross the faces of those i care about, I'm going to be one unhappy dragon to say the least...

in any case, I go to deactivate now. sleep mode beacons, and I am required sunday to be on my A game. wish me luck!

1. Kitchen appliance - Aubergine toaster monkey
2. Salty snack - eh? raw seaweed
3. Body part - left eye tooth
4. Farm animal - the wolf who eats your livestock
5. Planet in our solar system - pluto damnit. it's still a planet!
6. Internet meme - if I were a..... Meme.
7. Spice or herb - technically Garlic, star anise and clove are both...
8. Thing that starts with M - machina!
9. Article of clothing - demi curiasse (small breastplate)
10. Pudding flavor - vanella
11. Natural disaster - earthquake
12. Color - silver/ pewter grey
13. Lawn ornament -- gargoyle
14. Type of building - clocktower/ fortress
15. Flammable substance - alcahol
16. Something in a lunchbox - a thermos
17. Sea creature - the midgar serpent
18. Geometric shape - celtic knot/ infinity symbol
19. Time of day - sunset or 12:00AM
20. Electronic device - PS2
21. Reason for being late - I was actually early, but got bored waiting for you and went to grab something to eat...
22. Vegetable - pumpkin
23. Element - Time/ Metal
24. Dessert - revenge. for like most desserts, it's a dish best served cold.
25. Historical event - the first time that man learned to smelt metal from rocks and make tools.
26. Two-digit number - 00
27. Character in The Wizard of Oz - president of the fucking Lollipop Guild.
28. Item in a freezer - lamb roast
29. Torture device - Elmo's Adventures in Grouchland (Damn you baby sister! Damn you!)
30. Disease - maverick virus
31. Something on the floor of a movie theater - milk duds
32. Mexican dish - Chile rellenos smothered in green chili/ green chili cheese fries
33. Something slimy - blood/ transmission fluid
34. FA emoticon -
35. Sandwich - a grilled onion and liverwurst sandwich on black forrest rye bread with brown mustard and amoky horseradish sauce.

rules:

1) Post these rules
2) Post 8 true things about yourself
3) At the end you must tag 8 people and post their icons
4) Go to their page and send them a message saying you tagged them
5) NO TAG-BACKS

Meme:

1)I have trained in kenjutsu at the Denver branch of the Kurai Kotori Ryuuha. I had to stop training there though due to hard times. Should I ever get up enough cash though, I will resume my studies in the way of the sword.

2) I have an excessive ammount of metalurgical knowledge inside my head as well as an overly extensive encyclopedia of how to construct and use melee weapons. this sometimes gets me into trouble with alot of people because of the fact that when I state adamant facts, they try to disrefute it as me not knowing my shit. hence, fights ensue.

3) I am an avid fan of the Rockman series of videogames, up until .EXE and Ryuusei series. Due to this, I am considered the robotics otaku of the group I am in because I do tons of research on the subject. My brother Leerrii, however, refutes this fact with a passion.

4) I'm a dragon who appreciates simple things. Give me a pipe, a good beer, various materials to transcribe my ideas upon, my horde, and almost any kind of food and I will be thankful to still be active and kicking.

5) I fear no beer. I just discriminate greatly due to me being a connissuer. Likewise, while I smoke tobacco, I approach it with an annilytical afficinado's mindset.

6) I can throw any type of boomerang with uncanny accuracy. while I cannot manage to get it to return, I am capible of making it so that it strikes something with deadly accuricy- enough to fell a foe.

7) it is my aspiration to one day forge my own blade. when this day happens, hopefully I will have earned it and I will have proven to be a more reliable individual.

and last but not least...

8) my little sisters mean the world to me. though I may piss them off, disagree with them and wonder why they can be such a pain in my chassis some times, it doesn't mean I will ever abandon them. Since Mom and dad gave me orders to keep the family safe, that's what I have to do in one form or another.... even if they don't like it and disagree with me on it.

I tag the following individuals;

 jenRyu  steeljaw, for the rest of you who want to do this Meme, consider yourself tagged and flagged.

during my time in the early mornings, I sometimes go over mental notes as i try to fall asleep. the subjects are broad and vast, but usually in some round about way pertain to each other. as an example I will use the topics of things such as metallurgy, metaphysics and the construction of various devices or tools/ weapons. usually, such topics are at the top of the list in my head whenever I consider actually building something, trying to make the implausible plausible.


on one such occasion, when I was up at 2AM and contemplating things in a half sleep induced stupor, my mind wandered into the thought process of constructing Nihon-to (a term usually reserved for Japanese blades, more precisely defined as the Katana. for the utter idiots out there, I am referring to the Samurai sword.) mulling over the construction process and the list of components used to make such a mighty weapon, my brain slipped into linking things from metaphysics into the subtle construction of such a blade. what follows next in this entry is basically my recollection of my own thought processes. first though, we discuss terms I will be using.

Nihon-to components:

tang: the part of the sword that goes into the handle.

tsuka ito: handle wrapping.

Menugi: the handle ornaments under the tsuka ito that provide extra grip in key areas of the handle.

Mekugi: a bamboo pin that holds the tang into the handle.

Same: ray skin placed over the handle to promote better grip for the ito wrap.

tsuka: the handle, usually made from honoki wood or bamboo.

Kashira: butt cap of the sword handle. (non pointy end.)

fuchi: metal collar around the front of the handle.

seppa: washer like spacers that go in front and back of the tsuba.

Tsuba: handle guard.

habaki: a collar of metal around the base of the blade, acting as the bolster.


right. with that out of the way, imagine this. your a highly sophisticated computer system that has bazillions of terabytes inside your CPU, but only five sensory plug in attachments so that you can observe the mortal world. one of those attachments is a tactile sensor that acts as your sense of touch. these tactile sensors act like a circuit, relaying billions of split second feeds into your CPU at any given point in time, including while you are in sleep mode or hibernation. along comes this sensor array that acts like an antennae capable of sensing minute fluctuations in both static and active bio-electrical emminations in the area you are in. though you have to download new drivers for the hardware to work properly, your CPU will gain an interesting side effect. the ability to utilize hidden sub routines and the capability to adjust even better to your surroundings in strenuous situations.

what's this all mean in layman's terms? simple: a skilled swordsmen who wields a Nihon-to in either front lines or singular combat will be able to sense the ebb and flow of both the battle and the chi of his opponent because he or she is wielding the equivalent of a pointy radio tower with the ability to receive signals. think about it for a second.

go on. seriously. take a minute and think about it. then ask yourself how it works. you want to know the answer now don't you? well, here it is, in black and white for all to see.

first thing is first: blade construction. Nihon-to are metallurgically comprised out of a special iron sand ore that when smelted down into a giant lump is known as tamahagane. from there, different grades of steel are picked out and then forge welded together into a laminante steel (dimilar to pattern welding but way less fragile.) the gradients of the high carbon steel make up the outer part of the blade. from there, a low carbon steel is inserted into the outer area and forge welded into place.

yup, you heard me. it's got a hard outer core and a shock absorbing inner core. think of it like a sharp and pointy M&M, only way less tasty.

from there after the blade gets forged into shape and length, it is sharpened, polished and then sent for fittings. these fittings go on as follows:

the habaki slides over the base of the blade, bolstering the area where the tang starts and the blade ends. from there, a small seppa is placed behind it. then comes the tsuba, another seppa, and the tsuka. which is pieced together via the following way...

first the bamboo or honoki wood is fitted around the tang and drilled for fit. Next, rice glue is applied to the handle and the same goes down. following suit would be the tsuka ito, tightly wrapped over the Menugi so that it doesn't slip. at the end of the handle, the kashira is placed on then the ito is threaded through and tied down. finally the fuchi is gently tapped on and the handle slid onto the tang, where the mekugi pin is then inserted through to secure the blade.

all and all you now have a well sharpened piece of artwork. how does it work like a sensor though? well this is where things really get interesting...

first off, you grip the blade with your hand/s. your chi subconsiously flows through your hands, into the menugi and filters into the ray skin. now there's a funny thing about rayskin, it's actually the skin of a flat shark. as such, it has thousands of tiny sensors that register bioelectrical movements- such as chi or muscle impulses of yourself and your enemies. from there, your chi bleeds through the handle wood into the tang via the mekugi, is circulated and regulated by the fuchi and kashira into a more prominant metaphysical current and passed through the seppa.

the seppa acts like a regulator and feeds it into the tsuba, which acts like a broadcasting dish. the second seppa in between the habaki and the tsuba acts like a channeling conduit, forcing the energy out like a pressurized water cutter through the habaki. the habaki acts like a focusing lens and projects the now massive buildup of chi through the rest of the blade, saturating it with a field of energy now capable of sensing other people's chi and battle intent. from there, the circut closes by the chi feild circulating back through the inner core of the nihon-to and feeding subconsious instructions back into the weilder's mind through the reverse way it came in through the handle.

now, in the skilled hands of an accomplished swordsmen, the warrior has an un thought of massive advantage. given time and practice, such a skill once cultivated by the practitioners of Bushido is a true force of nature to be reckoned with.

mind you, the first thing I did after i realized this was to call up my sister Jenryu and tell her of my revelation. I think I scared her witless due to the fact that she said that my logic and knowledge of metaphysics in conjunction with physical world items scared the crap out of her.... and she also said I was no longer allowed to deprive myself of sleep ever again.

speaking of, it's 4:33AM. I need sleep. sleep is good.

we went to a nine oclock showing of Repo, the Genetic Opera at the Myan theater last night and the night just got better from there. not only did I belt out in crazy Zydrate fandom, meet up with a few of my old friends and get a free cigar, but on top of that two wickedly awesome events made the night worth remembering for me. the first event, I got to shake Grave Robber's hand! TWICE! I frigging fanboyed so bad. I'm horrible. the second thing, Graverobber tryed stealing my sister's Zydrate from her brain but wasn't able to do so, so she got a kiss from him instead.... which got me immidiately glomped and molesternated in front of butt loads of people. To finish off the night, I got to have Luigi and Graverobber sign my ticket stub.

that fucker is being laminated and then is going in my copy of the DVD when I get it.

the 21st was full of Epic and WIN. I'm going to see about picking up the Repo movie tomorrow since it comes out on DVD.

guys, I just went to go see a special midnight showing of the movie "Repo" and boy did it not dissapoint. it made my stomache growl with hunger and my cardiovascular system race with excitement. it was simply wonderful. I loved the whole movie. there was suspense, joy, and so many raw emotions that it would make an empath go nuts.

also, Blind Mag is hot and Amber Sweet needs to get back into the bathroom and put on her face.

original Meme was picked up by Deamonikk from one of her friends. this is what she had to say about me when I posed the questions:


Q1- I'll answer with something random about you.
A1- You seem to be made of assorted alloys.

Q2- I'll dare you to try something
A2- Powerwalk naked through a hospital singing "Me and Bobby McKee".

Q3- I'll say a color I associate with you.
A3- Aubergine.

Q4- I'll tell you something I like about you.
A4- You say the most wonderfully random things sometimes.

Q5- I'll tell you something I always remember about you / a first memory about you.
A5- Never met so I can't really answer, I think.

Q6- I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
A6- An anthropomorphic toaster-monkey.

Q7- I'll ask you something I always wanted to ask you.
A7- Do your teeth ever rust?

Q/A8- If I do this for you, you must put this in your journal.

for the record, my answer to these are as follows;

In regards to A2, I don't think I'll be able to power walk naked down through a hospital while humming that tune due to me not knowing the tune of which was spoken of. should I ever learn the tune however, I will... provided ofcorse that I don't have various apperati hooked into my bits while I am in said hospital.

in regaurds to answer A3:

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/aubergine

Apparently I remind her of a deep eggplant purple color of some form or another. I am now wondering if I should draw myself in that color armor just for kicks and giggles.

in regards to answer A6 and A7:

I dare say that being called an anthropomorphic toaster monkey is either a giant joke on my behalf or a wee bit of a poke at my ego. either way, still funny. I like it. as for my fangs ever rusting? I only had that problem when I was a wee hatchling. now they are made of a non ferrous metal that doesn't take rust into allotment... plus they are covered in a ceramic crystaline sealer so that it doesn't happen.

Anyways, the meme goes as follows. you guys put your name down for the quiz and I'll fill in the questions about you in reply. the questions are as follows:

Q1- I'll answer with something random about you.
Q2- I'll dare you to try something
Q3- I'll say a color I associate with you.
Q4- I'll tell you something I like about you.
Q5- I'll tell you something I always remember about you / a first
Q6- I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
Q7- I'll ask you something I always wanted to ask you.
Q8- If I do this for you, you must put this in your journal.

allright, let's go!

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Project Lambion revised:

the prototype for project Lambion has been created and spans 18 inches long currently. it does not have a wire skeleton, but that will be for a future model. photos will surfice soon.