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And this was fun xd

I know it's not much, but I wanted to post just how happy I am with how things are going. The charity is moving along beautifully (a 2k giveaway every 100 pages doesn't hurt.) My guild's becoming a nice collection of people who know how to follow rules, and share enjoyment in a lot of the same things that I do.

My ability to write and draw has returned full blast, and after a nice long tear-filled conversation with Senpai, I feel kinda recharged ^_^

Oh! oh! oh! Thanks greatly to Hootforscoot, who gave me a whole bunch of different single-flower boquets, 3nodding The sunflower one goes great with my cat-themed suit xd

And if anyone wants to help judge the upcoming avatar contest, PM me.

I go into Surgery on June 29th for an 8-inch long abdominal mass.

Yes, it's part of the reason why I haven't been on lately. But it's also the reason I hope to return to the Gaian community in the near future.

sincerely,
Hypno-chan

Oh come on, you know you love it xd heart

Well, I'm back on Gaia, but heaven only knows for how long. Probably quite sometime considering I'm not going to college this coming semester, though I am going back in the summer (somehow my family seems to think I'll never go back since I'm taking a semester off, but hey, I'll show 'em)

And, uh, that's about it. I'd post more, but it's not really stuff I want the world to know xd

I am Rachel, Bnlfan... is well, damned if I know... sweatdrop And my god this entire thing was random...

bnlfan1012: MOOOO!!!!!
Rachel: *blinks* ... uh.... moo?
bnlfan1012: ^_^
bnlfan1012: Thats what my cow doth sayeth to you
Rachel: *giggles* as a general rule ^_^; ... And you are? Or shall I call you Moo?
bnlfan1012: Well my friends call me "He who moo-eth" but you can call me Frapilliousifipooth
Rachel: O.O ... I can barely spell simple words correctly, and that I'm not even sure how to pronounce...
bnlfan1012: You could call me "@"
bnlfan1012: Hey @
bnlfan1012: how it going @?
bnlfan1012: you know , like so
Rachel: ... ... that would be different. ^_^; So, ah... @ - why Message me?
bnlfan1012: Well the foil onme head has directed me and my gerbil minions to you....
bnlfan1012: OUR NEW QUEEN!!!
Rachel: *blinks* ... ... Umm... okay? ^_^;;
Rachel: I like gerbil minions *hugs one* They're cute!
bnlfan1012: ::gerbil minion squeeks like small dog toy::
Rachel: *squee*
bnlfan1012: moo
Rachel: So, @, aside from the minion gerbils, what's up?
bnlfan1012: Not much
bnlfan1012: I just redecorated the lair
bnlfan1012: The dungeon is a lot less intimidation now
bnlfan1012: the chains are blue and fuzzy
Rachel: fuzzy - yay!
bnlfan1012: and I replaced the wooden plank on the torture rack with a serta sleepcomfort
bnlfan1012: and the electric chair with a lazyboy electric chair
Rachel: hehe
bnlfan1012: yeah.....leather
Rachel: oooh *pets* comfy.
bnlfan1012: oh and my giant laser beam is now EnergyStar certified
Rachel: You've been busy then ^_^
bnlfan1012: so on those hot days, while im blowing up small cities, i wont damage the ozone layer
Rachel: ^_^; I get the very distinct impression I have spoken with you before *is still stunned I have been deemed a queen by someone with minion gerbils...* .... Regardless you are cool. *puts a ticker on your forehead that says "Cool." *

I was feeling sad, and then I just kinda let the feeling go, and I've been doing really well since. ^_^ Smiling happily all over again 3nodding

But, what's strange, is as much as I'm smiling I've got this urge to draw really sad-ish kind of art. sweatdrop It's probably from reading too much Fruits Basket. redface Whatever the reason it's still kinda wierd. Oh, and even though my scanner's down and my other 2 comics are on haitus, I think I'm going to take Senpai-sama's advice and try drawing a really detailed story-line comic. Whether or not I do, and whether or not I show it off are two completely different matters all together. mrgreen

And Tuesday, I have a job interview. *nervous* I hope I do well, I want the extra money heart

A former Vietnam Helicopter Pilot wrote the message below...

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a
residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did
I suspect.

I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with
perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown
furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately
in front of me.
It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across
the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast,
but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- was that close. I hate to
run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel
should pose no danger to me.
I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers,
never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He
was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with
steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes.
His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he
screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for,
"Bonsai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, he athen scum!"

The leap was nothing short of spectacular... He shot straight up, flew
over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly,
he
set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20
of his little buddies along for the attack.

Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a
frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer
riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This
furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25
mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with
a
squirrel. And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I
finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the
evil
rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb
as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter
should have ended right there.It really should have. The squirrel could
have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his
business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the
wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary
angry squirrel.
This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little
hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a
resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK
and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities.
He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not
improved. Not improved at all.

His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.
I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the
throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and
my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand
and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie
can
only have one result.
Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very
good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.
The
squirrel screamed in anger The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I
screamed in .. well .. I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one
leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating
down
a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of
death on his back.

The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on
the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the
mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash
into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured
out how to release the throttle... my brain was just simply overloaded.

I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little
effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying
sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil
mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and
got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me.

As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my
face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little
effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out
(since
I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end
started to drop.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one
leather
glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large
puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face
helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand... I managed to grab his tail
again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard
as
I could. This time it worked ... sort-of! Spectacularly sort-of ...so
to
speak.

Picture a new scene.

You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a
quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some
paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing
only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and
screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a
live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the
big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground.
I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire
smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street.

I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove
back). I really would have. Really... Except for two things. First,
the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about
me
at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the
patrol
car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his
back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away
from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in
the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.

So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to
"let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The
other?

Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam
and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the
squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one
dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded
patrol car ... but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a
gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the
neighborhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of
gloves. And a whole lot of Band-Aids.