Neko thoughts

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About five days ago, I saw a little kitten on the concrete island, right between 3 lanes of traffic. It was around midnight so there were few vehicles; one passes by every 7 minutes. The kitten, from the little that I know about cat anatomy, is perhaps no more than a month old. While it was already reasonably mobile, it wouldn't have enough speed to run across the lane to its left much less reach the middle of the 2 lanes to its right.

Sentiment and concern told me to pick up the little feline and adopt it. The markings were average and her mask was pleasant to look at. I'd have had to do some checks to confirm the kitten wasn't infested with internal parasites or perhaps consult with a veterinarian at the most. Besides that, it would be nice to have a fellow feline to keep me company; me being more feline than canine. 

Common sense told me that I don't have the financial security to even start taking care of anyone beside myself. I'd have to strictly regulate my circadian rhythm so the kitten can eat on time. I'll have to secure most of my equipment as cats are territorial (i.e. they mark stuff they consider theirs, stuff being everything they can reach). The room I'm renting doesn't have a way that would freely let a cat move in or out of it. While I could provide a scratching post (as there's a lot of places where I can get driftwood or scrap wood), that's the most that I can do for the kitten.

I do hope the little kitten is fine. I did walk to the same place the day after and I didn't see any little-kitty-shaped street pizza. Of course, it doesn't mean it wasn't run over but I do pray that the little kitten is safe and has been adopted by now.

Mascot!

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I've recently constructed the standard/vanilla kit of Hoihoi-san manufactured by Kotobukiya.

For a kit that is roughly the size of one of Bandai's 1/144 HG Gundam kit (not counting the Kshatriya or Psycho, among others), its price (like its peers from the Rockman series) is just a few (2-4) hundred pesos away from the price of a 1/100 MG Gundam kit.

The articulation is limited by the hair and skirt. The hair limits the arms and the neck rotation. The skirt doesn't let the hips fully flex but that's fine. Posability is limited by the joint and weight distribution; the head is heavy enough that its position greatly affects the kit's available positions or poses. The shoulders are limited by the hair. The elbow joints are limited because of the surfaces, it doesn't have two axes nor does it have a large enough clearance. The lower extremities' range of motion is reasonably good, acceptable even; it's just that the skirt limits it a bit.

Additionally, the edges of the parts that connect aren't flush with each other. It's easily seen in the kit's hands and hair where you'd actually see gaps in between. Arii (a company that once produced kits of Macross' Veritechs and Battloids) produced kits that required cement BUT the parts' edges are flush with each other, leaving no gaps.

So, the kit that I've christened Momoiro (or Momo-chan) is a reasonably good buy. Yeah, the price is a bit steep. Yeah, some of the parts aren't flush with each other. Yeah, the articulation and posability is a bit more limited than expected.

Will I buy other Kotobukiya kits? Probably not. Will I treasure Momo-chan? Most definitely. Stock Hoi-hoi-san photo of (the slip's not visible) courtesy of http://www.robotempire.org/.

Making sense

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 Once in a while (if at all), you get in a situation where thoughts don't make sense, when you think in a certain pattern with no known reason.

 Being attracted to women is natural, at least if you're a straight guy. Me, I was inexplicably hooked to a girl I met for the first time. Yeah, she had the right parts: proportional bosom, height at par with mine, not slim or fat [nods]. Yep, all the right parts, I tell you.

 She was in a relationship, which was fine 'cause I was just looking. But I couldn't stop myself from looking at her. She wasn't -THAT- pretty, truth be told, but I'd always look.

 So, I dug.

 And after all the passive digging, I discovered that my attraction was based on the fact that she resembles another Lady in my life. Said Lady wasn't a romantic interest but she was someone special as she pointed out the right directions to take. Said Lady is/was sensible, pretty and perky (unless she's in one of those moods) and what makes/made her attractive was her panache. She was kinda short, a bit on the skinny side and was quite flat but she has left an impression, one that is making itself known.

 It's nice to know the reason behind the ill-proportioned attraction I felt. Such things tend to mess up other things. Knowing is half the battle.

And the Wheel of Time turns once again

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 Upheavals are expected in a life; it would be boring otherwise.

 So, we have an ended relationship [shrugs]. It matters little how it ended, as it is over and done regardless. What am I keeping from it? Good memories, a 1/100 MG Wing Zero Custom with silver wings named Samurai Excelsa, the affirmation that some people are really stupid but they still bear and raise twisted children even if they shouldn't and a persistent drive to move forward.

 I finished painting Samurai Excelsa's wings and it's [pouts] aggravating that the spray can of silver paint is malfunctioning. Granted that the can malfunctioned AFTER the wings were painted, I still had Melodia's swords to paint (among other things). That's another expense since I do have to finish those projects that I wanted painted a specific color. There's also the repair of overpainted parts, which means I have to sand away the error and repaint. And ... Yes, the list does go on. There's a specific mecha I want to create and it'll mean some kit-bashing. And painting. [sighs] Painting is troublesome but it's the only way to get what I want so I have to suck it up.

 I have a PSP. That's something that I'm very pleased about. I can watch movies (albeit on a smaller screen) and play the games I like. Yes, I've ignored Final Fantasy Tactics in exchange for Tactics Ogre: Let us cling together. Hopefully, the FF fanboys won't notice and lynch me [smirks in amusement]. Yes, I'm" grinding" earlier than expected that the story battles just aren't challenging. The process, however, is more a product of wanting dragons at an early enough stage. To get dragons, one must have functional dragoons. You'd get where it's going if you've played enough games.

 I have songs, new songs from my twin. Kalafina has great songs. Plumb, too. There's also CHEMISTRY's "Merry-go-round" for Gundam Unicorn and it's great!

 Gunslinger Girl is still at the top 5 of my manga list. The stories it weaves about the girls are so heart-wrenching and real. I absolutely love it that it's making me cry some more (was already crying since Beatrice died).

 Yes, life moves on. Moving on without Irene ... [shrugs] could be worse, I think.

A mix, an eclectic mix

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 It's been a long time but that's just how it is.

 I still have my pet peeves. Grammatical errors still annoy me, be they mine or others, my errors being the more annoying. I still think idiots shouldn't be in management but that's what we have so that's what I'll have to adapt to. Life is.

 I have Ai in my life. She makes it complicated, but that's what a lover does. It's lovely and antagonizing and beautiful and aggravating. I'd rather be with her than with somebody else because she understands and accepts me for who I am.

 My collection grows. Ai good-naturedly razzes me about it. My adopted twin says they're toys but collects the same stuff nonetheless.

 My adopted twin razzed me about the lack of posts and that's partly the reason for this. Another reason is I wanted to rant about bad grammar. I'm going out to get some other stuff later.


 Life is.

A lady to look forward to

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Glorious, simply glorious.

 That Masaki Asai, Max Factory and Good Smile Company will release a figma of Luka Megurine this coming October makes me giddy with joy. Yes, I was grinning like Christmas came early when I saw her on their website.

 Glorious, for she has lustrous pink hair.

 Glorious, for her curvaceous figure makes her a woman.

 Glorious, because ... she has a tuna for a mace? [shakes head] Nah, I like her retro-mike accessory compared to the other Vocaloid figmas' but I do hope that her hands would allow the usage of other same-sized accessories. Come on, leeks as weapons I can somehow understand what with the Pokémon Far'fetchd, but a TUNA? Well, [tilts head to the right in thought] you can certainly bludgeon someone to death with a tuna because of the weight.

 My prayers for a Luka Megurine figma have been answered. Now [rubs hands in gleeful anticipation], all I have to do is make sure I have funds by then. As I will suspend purchases til then, I'll likely have some other goodies picked out for acquisition.

Gratitude

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 "Life goes on" is quoted, more often than not, to state the obvious about organic and inorganic systems.

 Yes, a lot happens to the involved, lazy, self-contained and what-have-you. A person, if possessed of certain knowledge, could argue that Time is merely an illusion imposed upon Life to give a sense of progress. However, no one can deny that if the sun sets, it will also rise. [tilts head to the right in thought] That is, if the sun doesn't nova during the night then the sun will rise. Anyway, I digress.

 I've been living by myself for at least 8 months, the first month spent as a poor vagabond imposing upon close friends. Ever since, a healthy diet hasn't been possible. Yes, imprisonment (most prisons anyway) provides reasonably healthy rations minus freedom of choice. Up til now, I don't have a steady supply of greens; no veggies (I prefer bitter gourd. That's another story), no root crops classified as vegetables, nada. I made do with fruit shakes (actual fruit shredded and mixed with milk and sugar) and coconut juice. Add the Vit B complex and Vit C supplements and I considered myself reasonably fortified against disease.

 So, living alone has its benefits; I have freedom of movement constrained only by time and money. I can buy the knick-knacks that I want if I have the money for it. I can do as I please, within the dictates of logic, even bash the mind-wiped horde of Stephanie Meyer groupies [smiles]. The fact that my little sister has started bashing the book and its elements (she called Bella a vacillating lusty tarty strumpet) after approximately 18 months of excitedly relating the characters' stories makes me proudly smile. After all, I was the one who got her hooked on Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series and she's still hooked [rubs right hand's knuckles on shirt in pride].

 With all those benefits, I don't have greens. Why, you ask, do I mention the greens? Well, a few days ago, I touched base with a lady friend. We went: How's this, how's that and did all the stuff that INTJs are notoriously weak at. We somehow segued to my diet. She asked if I had cooking implements, I said I've none. She asked because she wanted to recommend stir-fried chinese cabbage seasoned with garlic; a recommendation likely because it's currently her veggie dish of choice. I told her that I've had no veggies for the last 8 months and subsisted on the fruit shakes and coconut juice. As she had to sleep, we bid adieu.

 Life goes on because even if we've traveled our own paths, experienced the subtleties that make our lives uniquely ours, everything else around us continues in its path. That she or I experienced events that caused our personal growth to stop didn't mean that our surroundings were frozen at those events. Organic and inorganic systems experienced growth and entropy as per their nature while time stopped, stops and will stop for each human as applicable.

 Tugging the strings together; bonds, true bonds that separate friends from acquaintances, thrive as life goes on. Yes, such bonds can be seen in different ways, such as the mundane query on nutrition. Those bonds survive upheavals, changes and the circadian cycle. Some require constant attention, some can be tended with an infrequent touch. This entry of mine celebrates the beauty of that experience. That I was lucky to have had such makes me grateful [smiles].