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The weather is finally nice. Real-nice, not thank-god-it-is-not-actually-freezing-nice. Unfortunately this means that Mom's decided it's time to hang clothes outside, which involves deciding that people who are not her should do the actual work.

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So inching along on Platinum.

The selection of early pokemon is just awful. I try to avoid reusing pokemon that I've already raised, so I picked turtwig, which in turn further restricts my choices, since grass types are a bad enough idea without having two on your team. I planned on hacking to catch dongle/swarm pokemon, but even then you only have like one decent team possible, and a substantial chunk are grass (and I don't need more grass) or bug (which is to say made of suck and fail) so even if you could have the type on your team, you still can't make a whole team out of your early options.

Hacking in general is looking good, though. I managed to find a site with codes by pokemon players who happen to be hackers, rather than the usual set by hackers who happen to play pokemon, which means rather than just endless variations on walking through walls, immortal pokemon and automatic one-hit KOs, I now have a working shiny code, max IV code, and pokemon encounter hack that governs pokemon, level and nature. All running together. All I need now is to get a code that substitutes "hatched from an egg" in place of "encountered at Route Whatever" and my life will become perfect.

In the meantime, my intended team is going to be nidoranM (because shiny nidoqueen is hideous), pineco, vulpix, slowpoke and aerodactyl.

So I tend not to do character question things because my characters either have uninteresting answers or the question just doesn't apply to them. But then I thought that I'm working on messed-up Exalted characters.

So you get them.

( Winter Moon )

( Shout of the Dawn )

( Nameless )

After buying Platinum, the last snow of the year fell out of a bright sky.

Today, chicken eggs arrived.

There's probably no connection between these things.

Youtube and the record industry need to stop deleting music videos. It's forcing me to go out and download the songs onto my computer to keep track of them. How is this helping?

Yesterday had a mildly stuffy nose and just starting to be sore throat. Woke up today feeling awful, with everything between my neck to scalp hurting. Drank coffee on the off chance that would help and certainty that if the headache wasn't from caffeine withdrawal now, the one I'd get in an hour would be.

Headache receded, the rest did not. Wandered about on the internet sipping tea and waiting for the caffeine to wear off a bit. Investigated the active ingredients in cough syrup on Wikipedia and made a mental note to see if we had any of the fun dextromethorphan kind. Actual investigation of real-world labels would have to wait until I felt better.

Came across Alpha Dog: Slow Motion Apocalypse and started reading from the beginning because I am an idiot and did not see the logical flaws in my plan. The caffeine wore off, I finished reading, and then spent a miserable few hours of fitful half-dozing. My most coherent thought involved using zombies a bit like pelicans. It was not a pleasant concept.

Finally woke up completely after managing to strain every muscle in my body. My head is now comparatively unpainful. Also, I hate the world.

Currently, trying to eat and pondering going to sleep again.

Also, kind of loopy from sleepy + coffee.

(WHY CAN'T ANYONE WRITE DIALOGUE PROPERLY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY)

And if one more person asks for a review I am taking that option off.

The stories are just so frustrating. I read two PMD-based stories in a row. Story 1 involves a trained pokemon ending up in the PMD-verse, at which point the author skillfully avoids having this premise matter in favor of all the other characters ignoring everything weird the pokemon says because it's so much more interesting to just explain the setting to us again, and then she and her other trained friend go LOL LET US FORM A TEAM AND START PLAYING POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON. Oh and also she is a special ivysaur with gemstones in her leaves that make give her superpowers.

Story 2 involves a human who was in PMD-verse getting out again along with his two formerly pokemon buddies.

One of the three is a special persian who spends all her time walking on two legs and has a special blue colored gemstone, and when they get transformed she immediately figures out they're humans and exactly how old they are. SO OF COURSE SHE IS NOT THE TRANSFORMED ONE. No. The blue haired guy became a totally normal magneton, and the blue gemstone and walking upright thing is because she's the author's self-insert or something and totally unrelated.

And then she starts making all the decisions because "I bet you'll want to go to your hometown and talk to humans after spending years trapped with no one but talking pokemon to be around" is TOTALLY EXACTLY WHAT A TRANSFORMED TALKING POKEMON WOULD SAY TO THEIR FORMERLY POKEMON FRIEND WHO THEY HAVE NEVER KNOWN AS ANYTHING ELSE. And of course they'd find pokemon strange and unusual and off-putting, but have no problem talking to humans.

Because god forbid in a story where the idea is one character is a human and the other two are transformed pokemon that the human do the work of explaining things and setting goals and having a human viewpoint. No, it's special two-legged persian to the rescue! And of course none of them behave weirdly or anything, because the point of weird and interesting premises is to ignore them so you can get on with them being regular trainers! Because there are not enough stories with regular trainers about!

I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE A TALKING POKEMON'S RESPONSE TO THEIR POKEMON STARTER TALKING TO THEM WOULD BE TO JUST START TALKING BACK LIKE IT IS A PERSON OR SOMETHING. NO THEY WOULD BE SURPRISED AND THEN LOOK TO THE HUMAN IN THE PARTY AND START DISCUSSING IT LIKE THE POKEMON ISN'T EVEN THERE. BECAUSE WHO KNEW POKEMON COULD TALK? IT IS SHOCKING AND AMAZING AND COMPLETELY WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT THAT POKEMON IS ACTUALLY SAYING TO YOU.

In conclusion, when people demand to know why I decided to summon the elder gods to devour the world, I WILL POINT TO THIS. AND THEY WILL APOLOGIZE FOR QUESTIONING MY ACTIONS.

Today I set up DDR because Mom had trouble getting it to work at school and wanted me to check things.

DDR is one of the many can't-miss sensations I cheerily missed. I played most of one game, hampered by the fact I didn't want to stop eating my icecream or move about too vigorously so I only was hitting two arrows. Then I watched my brother for a while, which confirmed that this was not a game I wanted to be good at. Admittedly, my brother can make anything look awkward. He spent most of time in Dead Beetle Mode, where he's hunched over with his arms pulled against his chest in tight claws, shuffling frantically.

The humiliation potential isn't even there - I mostly worried he was going to fall over. And it's not like it's any less stupid-looking when you're doing well. Besides that it's pretty boring. I guess you can play against other people, but I'd rather pass a controller around and watch interesting scenery. But then I like watching Youtube playthroughs, so I may not be the best example here.

Spike the magic dragon is hanging out in my room. He's been gaping a lot, which worries me, but otherwise he's having a great time. He's been able to spend the last few days outside of his cage for much of the day. My room is really warm, so he can run around at decent speeds. Zoe-cat is terrified of him. It's that special, glorious cat terror where they're too hypnotized to actually leave, and end up orbiting around at a distance of several feet. Little Zan-cat is stalking him, though, so we have to keep a good watch. The main problem is that she is adorable in initial attacking mode (she uses those ridiculous, exaggerated kitten poses, complete with the open-paw kitty slaps of timidity, as well as the tried and true mad-death-charge-wait-changed-my-mind high jump) so it's tempting to hold off intervening until she's actually threatening.

For a cold-blooded reptile, he's amazingly stupid. In theory he must be able to regulate his temperature, but it's never been observed. The gaping is normally supposed to mean he's too hot, but he tends to gape when he's basking under his sunlamp, or hanging out in the narrow channel between the heat vent and the box his tank is on. Meanwhile, he responds to chill by burrowing into shadowy corners (the number of times I've had to fish him out from under the bed...). Part of keeping an eye on him is just a matter of extracting him from under the bed or some similar place he's wedged himself.

My aunt gave us some helium balloons. They go well with the cats.

Mom says there was an owl outside when she came home.

Hey, I'm coherent again and the weather is lovely. Also, coffee.

Now to go deal with the things I put off.