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farlaSpent today mainly dealing with the kittens – feeding, cleaning, amusing, catching.
They are very, very cute. Enough to be forgiven for just about anything.
Incidentally, if any of you ever, for some reason, get new kittens you plan to give away to be someone else's problem, and you don't have litter, do not train them on newspaper. Because I will kill you. The kittens do not like the litterbox at all, and they keep meowing and trying to find paper.
Also, do not give them milk. Again, I will kill you.
Beyond that…we spent today moving stuff around and cleaning up from painting. Or my parents did and I weaseled out by doing more mundane tasks instead.
I also made brownies that came out well. The oven at our last house was tilted, so batter wouldn't cook properly, and it's nice to be able to successfully make something.
My brother refused to help me with brownies. There's something wrong with a kid who would rather read his megaman guidebook for the fifth time than eat brownie batter.
Fed the crayfish copious amounts of lettuce. I have no idea how much to feed her, but her tank water is getting especially slimy, so I think she's got enough. Also fed the fish. My cory is a lot more active, so either he's happy or he's starving.
I also need to clean the little beta's tank. The gravel has collected a lot of debris.
It's getting colder. School will start soon. I'm ambivalent about that. I don't (and never have) looked forward to school, but being at home tends to kill a lot of my writing drive. I need people talking to tune out and being awake at ungodly hours. I also need to be sleepier. Right now, I feel really tired. If I miss a couple more hours of sleep, my brain will start short-circuiting and thinking I'm awake.
I reviewed the story I mentioned a few entries back. It's not sueish, and it isn't the usual great and powerful trainer, but it is the usual nice trainer stuff. You know, she's nice and considerate. It's pretty obvious the author is trying to make her seem nice and do whatever's right. The bits where she talks with the wild pokemon she's catching are almost gag-inducing. As an example:
“Um, hi, Poochyena!” I tried my hardest to sound sprightly, but my voice wavered. Skarmory rustled its feathers and rested a steely eye on Poochyena, who backed off a bit at the glare.
“I don’t need a trainer to be strong!” The voice was distinctly feminine, but sounded angry.
I raised my eyebrows at her, “I didn’t capture you because I thought you were weak. You were wreaking havoc on... um- whatever you were doing. Gabe was catching that Zigzagoon for his sister!”
“That was my dinner!” Poochyena lashed out at me, teeth bared, and I stepped back, watching her warily.
“I’ll feed you whenever you’re hungry,” I spoke carefully, finally seeing a loophole in this Poochyena’s ideals. “I bet you rarely get a good meal.”
Poochyena looked startled at this idea. It seemed to have never occurred to her. “How- how do you get food better than I?”
“I can buy it,” I replied, “I have money. Humans, like me, can carry money and exchange it for things like food or other essentials.”
“Why can’t you just give me some money, then?” Poochyena snapped, “Then we’d be even.”
“Not really,” I smirked, “First of all, I have no reason to give you money. Secondly, pokemon can’t buy things. They just can’t. My team and I have worked for my money, in ways only humans, along with pokemon teams if they’re trainers, can. If a pokemon flounced in and handed in some money, why, people would assume it’d been stolen!”
Poochyena looked wary, but curious, “... how many times a day would you feed me?”
“I’ll feed you as long as you’re hungry,” I shrugged, “But I will normally feed my pokemon three times a day.”
I’d swear her eyes bulged, “Three? How many Taillows is that!?”
Well, she’d stumped me there... “Not sure,” I admitted truthfully.
“And what would I have to do?”
“Well, I’m a pokemon trainer, which means my pokemon and I team up to battle other pokemon. So you’d fight a lot- but only if you wished. I’d never make you fight if you didn’t want to. And we’ll be traveling all over, battling other pokemon and trainers..”
“Oh!” She sprung up, suddenly happy. Her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, “Battling! I love to fight. I fight the humans who come, and I win a lot! Then I run when they grab the shiny red things. But I’m really good at it! I’m the strongest Poochyena here, I know it!”
“That’s what mine said..” Gabe smirked, having been silent the entire confrontation. Poochyena glared at him.
“So is it a deal?”
The reluctant expression appeared once more. “I guess... but I can leave if I don’t like it?”
“Of course.”
“Deal!”
*/\/\*/\/\*
“Are we there yet?” Poochyena asked for the twenty-seventh time that day, trotting proudly beside me.
“Not until you see a sign that says Rustboro,” I sighed. Again.
“What sign? And how will I know what it says?” She questioned.
“You read it.”
“Read? I can’t read. I’ve never met a pokemon that could read!” she said, as if she were offended by the very idea.
I paused for a moment. “Oh. I guess I’d always just.. Assumed that pokemon could read. Of course- who would have taught you?”
“Exactly,” Poochyena bobbed her grey head, “It’s seen as demeaning to be able to read, as a pokemon.”
“..Why?”
“Because many pokemon think humans are lower than them. Because they use pokemon for their own personal gain.”
I considered this, “You do have a point. .... do you think that?”
Poochyena was silent for a tense moment. “Sort of. All of the others I’ve seen have led me to agree with that theory. But.. You’re nice. It’s almost like you don’t really care if you win.”
I nodded, smiling, “I just want you to be happy. I thought pokemon liked battling? I’ve just wanted my pokemon to be their best.”
Poochyena nodded. Not much was spoken for a while. Gabe walked beside me, looking thoughtful. He’d been very quiet lately.
Poochyena broke the pregnant silence, “Why are your other pokemon in their pokemon containment inconveniences?
“Pokeball?” I giggled at her over-wording. “They didn’t want to walk.”
“Oh. So that’s what they are for. I had always wondered..”
I nodded, “Unfortunately, the trainer has to walk.”
“But the pokemon battle, so it evens out in the end.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
The story isn't actually bad though. If nothing else, I like that it's restrained and a bit slower paced than usual. The lack of real plot so far, though, is a problem.
The story is Destination Unknown by Rancid Melody if it sounds interesting to you.
And in a few hours I'll be watching anime. Yayness. The storyline of Gundam Seed is starting to interest me.
They are very, very cute. Enough to be forgiven for just about anything.
Incidentally, if any of you ever, for some reason, get new kittens you plan to give away to be someone else's problem, and you don't have litter, do not train them on newspaper. Because I will kill you. The kittens do not like the litterbox at all, and they keep meowing and trying to find paper.
Also, do not give them milk. Again, I will kill you.
Beyond that…we spent today moving stuff around and cleaning up from painting. Or my parents did and I weaseled out by doing more mundane tasks instead.
I also made brownies that came out well. The oven at our last house was tilted, so batter wouldn't cook properly, and it's nice to be able to successfully make something.
My brother refused to help me with brownies. There's something wrong with a kid who would rather read his megaman guidebook for the fifth time than eat brownie batter.
Fed the crayfish copious amounts of lettuce. I have no idea how much to feed her, but her tank water is getting especially slimy, so I think she's got enough. Also fed the fish. My cory is a lot more active, so either he's happy or he's starving.
I also need to clean the little beta's tank. The gravel has collected a lot of debris.
It's getting colder. School will start soon. I'm ambivalent about that. I don't (and never have) looked forward to school, but being at home tends to kill a lot of my writing drive. I need people talking to tune out and being awake at ungodly hours. I also need to be sleepier. Right now, I feel really tired. If I miss a couple more hours of sleep, my brain will start short-circuiting and thinking I'm awake.
I reviewed the story I mentioned a few entries back. It's not sueish, and it isn't the usual great and powerful trainer, but it is the usual nice trainer stuff. You know, she's nice and considerate. It's pretty obvious the author is trying to make her seem nice and do whatever's right. The bits where she talks with the wild pokemon she's catching are almost gag-inducing. As an example:
“Um, hi, Poochyena!” I tried my hardest to sound sprightly, but my voice wavered. Skarmory rustled its feathers and rested a steely eye on Poochyena, who backed off a bit at the glare.
“I don’t need a trainer to be strong!” The voice was distinctly feminine, but sounded angry.
I raised my eyebrows at her, “I didn’t capture you because I thought you were weak. You were wreaking havoc on... um- whatever you were doing. Gabe was catching that Zigzagoon for his sister!”
“That was my dinner!” Poochyena lashed out at me, teeth bared, and I stepped back, watching her warily.
“I’ll feed you whenever you’re hungry,” I spoke carefully, finally seeing a loophole in this Poochyena’s ideals. “I bet you rarely get a good meal.”
Poochyena looked startled at this idea. It seemed to have never occurred to her. “How- how do you get food better than I?”
“I can buy it,” I replied, “I have money. Humans, like me, can carry money and exchange it for things like food or other essentials.”
“Why can’t you just give me some money, then?” Poochyena snapped, “Then we’d be even.”
“Not really,” I smirked, “First of all, I have no reason to give you money. Secondly, pokemon can’t buy things. They just can’t. My team and I have worked for my money, in ways only humans, along with pokemon teams if they’re trainers, can. If a pokemon flounced in and handed in some money, why, people would assume it’d been stolen!”
Poochyena looked wary, but curious, “... how many times a day would you feed me?”
“I’ll feed you as long as you’re hungry,” I shrugged, “But I will normally feed my pokemon three times a day.”
I’d swear her eyes bulged, “Three? How many Taillows is that!?”
Well, she’d stumped me there... “Not sure,” I admitted truthfully.
“And what would I have to do?”
“Well, I’m a pokemon trainer, which means my pokemon and I team up to battle other pokemon. So you’d fight a lot- but only if you wished. I’d never make you fight if you didn’t want to. And we’ll be traveling all over, battling other pokemon and trainers..”
“Oh!” She sprung up, suddenly happy. Her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, “Battling! I love to fight. I fight the humans who come, and I win a lot! Then I run when they grab the shiny red things. But I’m really good at it! I’m the strongest Poochyena here, I know it!”
“That’s what mine said..” Gabe smirked, having been silent the entire confrontation. Poochyena glared at him.
“So is it a deal?”
The reluctant expression appeared once more. “I guess... but I can leave if I don’t like it?”
“Of course.”
“Deal!”
*/\/\*/\/\*
“Are we there yet?” Poochyena asked for the twenty-seventh time that day, trotting proudly beside me.
“Not until you see a sign that says Rustboro,” I sighed. Again.
“What sign? And how will I know what it says?” She questioned.
“You read it.”
“Read? I can’t read. I’ve never met a pokemon that could read!” she said, as if she were offended by the very idea.
I paused for a moment. “Oh. I guess I’d always just.. Assumed that pokemon could read. Of course- who would have taught you?”
“Exactly,” Poochyena bobbed her grey head, “It’s seen as demeaning to be able to read, as a pokemon.”
“..Why?”
“Because many pokemon think humans are lower than them. Because they use pokemon for their own personal gain.”
I considered this, “You do have a point. .... do you think that?”
Poochyena was silent for a tense moment. “Sort of. All of the others I’ve seen have led me to agree with that theory. But.. You’re nice. It’s almost like you don’t really care if you win.”
I nodded, smiling, “I just want you to be happy. I thought pokemon liked battling? I’ve just wanted my pokemon to be their best.”
Poochyena nodded. Not much was spoken for a while. Gabe walked beside me, looking thoughtful. He’d been very quiet lately.
Poochyena broke the pregnant silence, “Why are your other pokemon in their pokemon containment inconveniences?
“Pokeball?” I giggled at her over-wording. “They didn’t want to walk.”
“Oh. So that’s what they are for. I had always wondered..”
I nodded, “Unfortunately, the trainer has to walk.”
“But the pokemon battle, so it evens out in the end.”
“Now you’re getting it.”
The story isn't actually bad though. If nothing else, I like that it's restrained and a bit slower paced than usual. The lack of real plot so far, though, is a problem.
The story is Destination Unknown by Rancid Melody if it sounds interesting to you.
And in a few hours I'll be watching anime. Yayness. The storyline of Gundam Seed is starting to interest me.
