reipan: (could be bunnies)
What misconceptions have you had about me, that turned out not to be true?

What would you like to ask me about myself or my life? I'd like to clear up any misconceptions and speculations that may be floating around. Ask me anything you want.


Comments screened.
reipan: (Tea!)
If there is someone on your friends list you would like to take, sit down, offer a biscuit or some cake, prepare some tea for, then have tea and conversation with until the teapot is empty, then wait until you've brewed another pot and do it all over again, then repost this sentence in your journal.
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
It's always bugged me that there are blank pages in New Moon.

Not just because of the staggering levels of emo that they represent, but because it just seems like a massive waste of paper. Bella must have done something with herself during those four months, right?

Originally my plan was to try to start a campaign in which people wrote out their own version of that particular part of the book inside their copy and then mailed said copies of it back to Stephenie Meyer, but then [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart pointed out that this might not be kindly received by people who wanted to hold onto their books (although, of course, if you want to do this then do not let me stand in your way). But we talked about it some more, and she's...very persuasive, and...

Well, look, if you really want to see what this is all about, head on over to [livejournal.com profile] blankmonths ; I don't really want to write out the intro post twice. Do get involved, tell your friends, scribble in your copies of New Moon and make a contribution to what will hopefully grow into a collection of What Could Have Been The Adventures of Bella Swan.

Note to any Twilight fans: while I am, of course, mocking you a little, it's all in good fun, okay? Don't sic anyone big and fangy on me.  
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
Two weeks earlier...

Scene: the family kitchen, early afternoon; sunlight streaming in through the windows, birds chirping. Camera pans over REI and FATHER, clearing away the remains of their meal. Sounds of laughter and faint conversation, which grows louder, until...


FATHER: Say, Rei, did you know that there are two kinds of lesbian?
REI: [weary sigh] Really? 
FATHER: Yes. It's like a dichotomy.

REI groans and throws a tea towel at FATHER; FATHER cackles and continues to wash up. Fade to black.

Now...

Scene: Nighttime; camera pans over a teenager's disarrayed bedroom, focusing briefly on the unmade bed and piles of books on the floor before focusing on REI, hunched over the small computer at her desk, from which the only light in the room comes. For a short time, the only sound is that of typing, interspersed with REI's faint, agitated murmurs.

REI: So...in order to reach some kind of resolution...this character is going to have to...

Pause.

REI: ...unless...

A sudden silence. REI sits slowly back in her chair, lifting her eyes from the screen; they close briefly, and then snap open again.

REI: ...Dichotomy.

She frowns and leans forwards again. Sound of a few more keystrokes.

REI: Dick-otomy? 

Pause.

REI: No...

REI shakes her head in agitation; sound of typing resumes, and then abruptly stops again.

REI: ...dy-chotomy.  Dyke-otomy.

Ominous pause. REI's expression turns pained.

REI: ...okay, that's...that's not actually half bad.

[END.]

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Dear World,

Did I DO something to you?!

Kind regards,
Me.
reipan: (ace_girl's doctor dance)

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Rei!

  1. If you lace Rei from the inside to the outside, the fit will be snugger around your big toe.
  2. About 100 people choke to death on Rei each year.
  3. In 1982 Time Magazine named Rei its 'Man of the Year'.
  4. Rei can usually be found in nests built in the webs of large spiders!
  5. The colour of Rei is no indication of her spiciness, but size usually is.
  6. Rei became extinct in England in 1486.
  7. If you chew gum while peeling Rei then it will stop you from crying.
  8. Rei kept at the window will keep vampires at bay.
  9. If you put a drop of liquor on Rei, she will go mad and sting herself to death!
  10. Japan provides over thirty percent of the world's Rei supply.
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reipan: (dzurlady: bookstore)
Alright, you guys, so I've been absent from LJ for a while (issues, further issues and a chronic lack of time and blogging power). Catch-up post, including a meme I think I missed during my MIA time, will follow...at some stage.

For now, I need some advice.

I am inordinately proud of the fact that I won a £15 Amazon voucher in, uh, a caption contest (yeah, yeah, but I almost never get to win stuff, okay?) This gives me £15 to spend on books. This is more money than I normally have put aside to spend on books. It is nevertheless not a huge amount of money, so I want to try and make sure that what I do spend it on is worthwhile.

...you guys have all read books  before, right? :D

I'd like some more vampire fiction - I've read the Lee Killough series, I've sat through SMeyers, and I've beaten myself into a bloody pulp with Anne Rice, so I think it's time for me to do some more exploring in that genre. Failing that, though, I've also been interested in fairytales and folk tales recently. Failing that failing that, I...um...I like books that are good to read?

Fifteen pounds is two or three books, depending. I need recs. Go.

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[Error: unknown template qotd]Pay my university fees. Pay off my sister's student loan. Pay off my parents' mortgage and give them back the massive sum of money they spent on my gap year. Then buy myself a proper gentleman's suit, a Mac and one of those mansion flats in Hyde Park, and take it from there.
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I don't want to talk about it.

To distract me from the joys of what is turning out to be the longest nightmare of my life, have an RP meme, ganked from [livejournal.com profile] kassie_opia .


Cut for...meme. )
reipan: (dzurlady: bookstore)
I am sick, and therefore being quarantined. I'm feeling a lot better than I was this morning - less feverish, not shivering anymore - but Misa doesn't want the small person getting my cold, so I've been nicely asked to keep to my room. (I could go out, I suppose, but although  after two or three days the rain appears to have got bored and finished there is still a strong enough wind that my slippers keep flying across the balcony and my room shakes, and it's freezing. We've had three earthquakes this week.)

I would not mind this so much if the five hours' childminding (which isn't supposed to be part of my obligation as of the beginning of this month anyway, which is kind of the only reason I'm still here) that I've missed on account of my illness were not being "added on" to the second weekend in February. I'm also not especially pleased that I got up this morning especially to teach a lesson because Misa said she was going to the hospital in the afternoon (Mami-san, her sister, went into labour yesterday morning).

They have not get gone anywhere. It's quarter past five.

Grr.

Anyway! That is not the purpose of my post.

As many of you will be aware, February 14th is Saint Valentine's Day, a holiday that strikes fear, loathing and inertia into the hearts of many.

As some of you will also be aware, in Japan there is another romantic holiday on March 14th known as White Day. Traditionally ladies send their preferred person something for Valentine's Day and are sent something back on White Day, should their affections be returned.

I liked the platonic Valentine's Day thing I did last year. So! This year, anybody who wants to is welcome to send me something on Valentine's Day (anything at all - fluff, Post-it note), and I'll send you something back for White Day, 'cause anybody who sends me mail has a place in my heart. I can't promise it'll be fantastic, costly, or on time, but I'll do my best to send you a something.

Comment if you want in. If you don't have my address, leave me your email address or something and I'll send it to you.
reipan: (Tea!)
In response to this post, ask me about the first time I did something. It can be anything--the first time I ate Italian food, the first time someone I knew died, the first time I left the country, the first time someone of the opposite sex saw me naked. I'll answer in the thread. Then (if you like) put it on your journal and I'll ask you questions.

Things seem to be looking up a little. More on that story later.
reipan: (tmg_icons: calcifer)
My iPod is broken.

...

WHY, GOD?! WHY DO ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG?!
reipan: (how to lie: by li)
Dear London types,

I have just one question:

...

SERIOUSLY?!

Love and kisses,
Rei.
reipan: (cake or death? by li)
I should be writing my NaNo, but I am writing this instead, thanks to the offline mode on my LJ client. (I'm not actually sure how it works; I'm wondering what will happen when my space on this area of screen runs out.) I'm eight hours into a twelve-hour flight, I've spoken to nobody (beyond small talk with staff of various breeds) since I left my mother at the airport at half past eleven this morning - in your English hours - and I am going crazy. (Someone tell me I'm not a bad person? I've been seriously mean to me over the past eight hours. Sometimes I am not sure that leaving me alone with myself is a good idea.)

Actually, before this bit of it I was having rather a good flight.Cut for tl;dr and wild, wanton Descriptions Of My Flight )

Anyway. Four hours of flying time left; I'm going to read over some old RP files, maybe have a nap, watch a film (they have Wall-E, Neesan!), do some writing. Maybe not necessarily NaNo. I think NaNo may have to be given up this year; I made a valiant effort (I think) but I haven't written anything for a good few days and it's coming up to the end. I'll keep trying, but I'm not sure it's going to happen. In any case, I'll feel better if I can write something. Depending on how much time I have between getting to the airport and getting on the bus to Shibuya, I'll either post this from Narita or...well, I won't.

Hope London hasn't vanished in my absence. Ja ne!

Note before posting: Now safely in Tokyo, rested, and feeling pretty okay. I actually wrote this entry two days ago, but it seems a nice little piece of time-capsuling, so here you go anyway.
reipan: (tmg_icons: calcifer)
Full blog post about leaving thoughts will be written on the plane, I expect; I've got twelve hours.

I love you all and all of your messed-up, crazy ways.I'll have Internet access and the like over in Tokyo, so I don't expect I'll vanish completely. Those of you expecting letters - expect letters. England is full of special, wonderful, utterly insane people-types in my life, and I'll miss you all.

However, in the words of Frank Turner, this town ain't big enough for the one of me. I'm makin' a move.
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

The owner himself was in the back of the shop, whistling along with the music as he ran a steam iron over a shirt, his movements sharp and energetic.

-- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami.

Full update at some later stage. I bet you all can't wait.
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
My own two cents on the outcome of the US election:

Dear Obama, )

Dear America, )
reipan: (Tea!)
Yoinked from [livejournal.com profile] cryforthemoon , because I haven't done one of these before.

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

IP logging is off.* Post anonymously. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

*I spent quite a long time making sure that this was true, because I wasn't sure if it really was and I didn't want to lull anyone into a false sense of security. It really is off. Your secrets are safe with me.
reipan: (could be bunnies)
November 15th.

Holy crap.
reipan: (how to lie: by li)
Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] clauded_horizon, whose name for some reason strikes me as particularly clever today. Teehee.

A) People who have been tagged may write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. (May we indeed? Well, that's very generous of you, meme.)

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse (allegedly). These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

Before we begin, allow me to say that the grammar imposed upon these instructions bothers me hugely.

Because I'm still fascinating. )

Tagged: [livejournal.com profile] safaraz ,[livejournal.com profile] lonelyinrussia ,[livejournal.com profile] hippyjolteon ,[livejournal.com profile] seemeshining , [livejournal.com profile] cryforthemoon ,[livejournal.com profile] broseceilingcat , [livejournal.com profile] swampmuck_san , and [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart  because I know she doesn't normally like doing these.

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