Two angels, on the left and right, and an eagle in the middle on top of two bells.

...but ever since halflight007 posted her entries, I'm really seeing the headless belarus angle.

It was "la la lamb". Mother was singing the song Mary Had A Little Lamb. This was my attempt to say "little lamb". Mother has expressed shock that I could pronounce the L sound clearly (many chiwdwen have wisps - and some people stiw think I do).

1. Leave me a comment saying something random, like the lyrics from your current favourite song, or your favourite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.

2. I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.

3. Update your journal with the answers to the questions.

4. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

ladymurhadid this to me; well, here it is.
1) Why do you like the favourite pairing in your favourite fandom?

Well, I always have a different favorite fandom and a different favorite pairing within that fandom. Right now, it's Avatar: The Last Airbender and... Tyzula. (Azula is the awesome Caligulan figure; Ty Lee is her fangirl/sidekick. Their love is this side of canon.) That fandom has way too many awesome pairings.

2) Since you mentioned it, what's your favourite children's show/cartoon?

Avatar. IT'S NOT JUST FOR CHILDREN. Although I also occassionally watch PBS's digital kids' programming station. Super Why has an abundance of Narm. One of my favorite moments was when they constructed a raft using word powers, and then they dramatically got on it... several seconds of silence, then girl says "We're not moving." Off topic.

3) In a sentence of prose, what is your earliest memory?

Our old house has way too many stairs and high ceilings music note wallpaper.

4) What was the last book you read that you decreed not worth the read?

Our Secret, Siri Aang. It was a shame, too; the first two thirds had lots of good stuff in them, and then it just didn't go anywhere.

5) What do you think should be done to flamers on online blogs?

They should be taken out back and shot. Okay, just kidding. They should be slapped by the mod and talked harshly to.

The people who have commented here are surprising....

( Who comments the most on this journal? )

Because I'm sure you people following me need a break from racism, too.... MEME TIME!

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Q: But 1angelette, I’m just one lame person with a Livejournal, and if I’m reading this I probably don’t even watch Avatar: The Last Airbender!

A: So? You said it yourself: You have a Livejournal! (More on this later.) If you’re reading this, you probably possess mild to strong liberal political views, unless you’re guardians-song in which case you still probably don’t like racism very much.

( Cut for a really, really long explanation of why this is racist )

Q: Did you just end a sentence with a preposition?

A: If I get lucky, this will turn into one of those things to which lots of people link. Doesn’t have the same dramatic impact, does it?

Everyone who's anyone in the fandom has one of these, and considering I sent a protest letter in the mail, I have to agree with them.

For those of you who don't know, Avatar is the following:

1. The best animated television series since sliced bread.
2. Set in a world that's really, really Asian.

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I have to say, though, that this whole issue has had one benefit for several Avatar fans: The discovery that, in fact, the Water Tribe is strongly based off of Inuit culture. I totally did not know that. I never realized that Katara and Sokka did not have darker skin than other characters because they were South Asian as opposed to East Asian, but because they were actually Native American. That is so freaking awesome.

In fact, I would like to close this post by linking you to a thing: This visual essay. You see all the dwellings that look like the Water Nation houses in the show, all the happy, smiling, and also dark-skinned people whose ancestors lived there.... and last but not least, the actors who are going to play two characters from a fictional tribe based on that culture.

The white-as-wonderbread actors.

It almost made me cry.

You think they could have at least gone to the bother of casting kids with natural tans and black hair....

Contains Austria/Hungary, America/England, Poland/Lithuania, Germany/Italy, and England/France. If you pester me enough, I will turn one of these into fic. For the record, the Entente Cordiale was an Anglo-French treaty that almost definitely means sex in Axis Powers Hetalia terms.

1. Angst: Is it normal to miss marriage this much?
2. AU: France sobs, Germany kicks him, and England laughs.
3. Crack!fic: "BURGERS!" America shouts. China protests rice.
4. Crossover: "Grow up, Yugi," Japan says.
5. First Time: She kisses him again, and he throws off his glasses.
6. Fluff: "Don't worry, America always wins!" he says, holding England's hand.
7. Humour: "PIZZA POWER! AND GELATO!"
8. Hurt/Comfort: Lithuania sobs, but Poland assures him it'll, like, be okay.
9. Smut: Italy's better in bed than he is on the battlefield.
10. UST: England glared at him. "I never signed the Entente Cordiale."

Blame jamie55. Now I have to make a list of aaaaall my friends...

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Title: French Kiss
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): England/France
Warnings: Though rather firmly grounded in characterizations, not firmly grounded at all in history. Some suggestive content – read the title, and after all, there’s France in it.
Summary: The English call it a French kiss. The French call it an English kiss. Maybe this is why they can’t agree on anything. Loosely based off of France and England’s uneasy alliance during WWII. 1000ish words, oneshot.
Notes: liverdatt betaed this and made it a million times awesomer. [Bad username: Halflight007"]
This whole World War II thing really wasn’t working out, in England’s opinion. America kept doing ridiculous things involving movies about Nazis and chocolates. Poor Austria and Hungary were deeply under duress, thanks to Germany and his Anchluss. And France…
Well, France was being a nuisance, to put it in a gentlemanly way.
“That is the worst forgery of a signature I have ever seen.” England put the piece of paper back onto the table and pushed it away from himself. “No court will accept it as my own.”
“Oh, come on!” France protested. He appeared to have not showered in several days, not that he did so very frequently most of the time anyway. “It’s just a piece of paper that’ll make everything better! I’ll stay alive and nothing will change between us, except… uh…”
“Living in the same house, having to save you from Germany and your own stupid military strategy where the Maginot line is concerned, watching you French kiss Hungary when you think Austria isn’t looking… do you think I want any of that? Please.” He took another sip from his cup of tea and clicked his tongue disprovingly.
“Why in the world would I French kiss her?”
“She’s a human being. Knowing you, I doubt you’d need other reasons.”
“Non, non, that is not what I meant. What would be at all French about kissing her? Granted, I’m the greatest lover in the world because I’m French, but—”
“Please don’t be naïve. You’ve done it thousands of times.”
“Ah. So you’re saying Spain goes around Spanish-kissing girls, and Italy goes and Italian-kisses Germany, and I French-kiss anything that moves, and—”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Quickly he put his mouth onto France’s. “There. That’s a French kiss.” He was rather unsettled, but stayed calm. “You eat too much fish.”
“Ah. You mean le baiser Anglais.”
“Wait, the English kiss? What? You haven’t got this right.”
“Oui, the kiss of the Englishman. With…” He stopped mid-sentence and grinned devilishly.
“Why are you bloody smirking like that?”
“…too much tongue.”
England felt himself flush, but tried to keep a stiff upper lip. “How-how can you say that? And stop smirking!”
“Non. C’est vrai.”
“You’re fucking insane! There’s no such thing as an English kiss. A kiss with tongue is a French kiss. It’s so goddamn simple!”
The other man shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Anglo-sama.”
With that France bit his neck and shoved him against the wall. England kicked a bit, but if he was honest with himself, didn’t want to resist very much. He let France push him onto the coffee table and kiss him savagely all over his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. Just when the thought occurred to him to try reciprocating, the lamp on the table fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.
“Stop, stop!” England slapped him across the face. “We can’t be doing this! It isn’t right. Oh, and damnit, I’ll have to replace that lamp.”
France stood up and shook his head. “Non, non, I shall. It’s the least I can do, mon cheri.” Smiling smugly, he kissed England on the cheek and went out the door. “Au revoir!”
Slowly England got up off the table and sat down, holding the cheek France had kissed. “Wait, what the bloody hell just happened?”
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A week passed, and he thought his problems with France would be over. He hadn’t seen him all that time, and America’s propaganda/candy scheme had evolved into a surprisingly effective military effort against Germany involving a great deal of tanks. Then, of course, Thursday came along. England had never gotten the hang of Thursdays.
In the morning he had burnt his toast and stubbed his toe, then later slipped headfirst into a puddle of mud. Furthermore, someone had mistyped his name in The Guardian. After typing an enraged telegraph to the newspaper, he rose to leave the study, but saw someone standing in the doorway.
“Oh, not you again,” he grumbled.
“You might want to look on your desk,” France suggested, pointing.
As soon as he turned around, England’s jaw dropped. Lying on his desk was a piece of paper that said on top of it, in incomprehensible but unmistakable French, Formulaire d’mariage civil. He was fairly sure what it meant. What made it even worse was how the form was signed by “Arthur Kirkland” and “Francis Bonnefoy”.
“Buggeration. Your skill at forging signatures has improved.”
“Merci. And there is nothing you can do about it! Victoire, c’est mienne! ”
“Oh, wonderful. What on earth will we do now? You’re living with me. Germany will be coming after us any second now, and then Japan will probably unleash some nuclear bombs on us, and I’m sure Italy will figure out a warlike use for pasta—”
“I have some ideas.” France drew closer to him, but England hit him away.
“No. Just… dear god, no.”
“You didn’t even let me say what they were.”
“Do you think I could doubt you for a second? You’re French. Well, maybe the one with bondage. But no whips.”
“If you insist, although I was thinking of a game of cards.”
“Liar.”
France leaned back. “It seems like this whole marriage thing should work out, then?”
“Don’t push me. I’m this close to tossing you into the Channel.”
“La Manche? Sacre bleu! I’ll do whatever you say… Monsieur Baiseur Anglais.”
“How many times do I have to tell you they’re the same?” England kissed him on the mouth again; he was starting to get used to this. “See. French kiss.”
France grinned and shook his head. “Oh, you’ll work your way up to French kissing eventually, mon cheri. ”
“Don’t call me that, darling.”
“Mon dieu! You called me darling! We’ll be a very happy couple, you’ll see.”
“This is only for the sake of beating Germany. I’m going to annul this the instant everything is over.”
“Keep telling yourself that. You did say the same thing when my boss Norman visited your house, and then I had my way with you for a century.”
France embraced him in a very inappropriate way, and England started to think that this alliance, however foolish, could have distinct advantages.

Wow. Turns out I have a lesson for you after all.

( quod res plurimas agnoscant! )

Yes, it's been forever since I did a latin lesson. Yes, this isn't really a latin lesson, but rather a Famous Show Moment in Latin involving liberal use of the dative and genitive cases, imperfect and perfect past tense, complex sentence structure, vocatives, imperatives, and a great deal of other words you haven't learned it. But hey, it's good for you. Not to mention hot.

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Also, discovered Axis Powers Hetalia today. My god, that thing is awesome.

I, a girl whose real name is "Calla Goes Kinky" when anagrammed, have pursued a romantic relationship with "Grabbed Romeo Jinn" (Robin for those of you who've been following along) and failed. I am able to admit this and move on thanks to the book An Abundance of Katherines.

The book is totally awesome and stars Colin Singleton, a pretentious, social failure not-quite-child prodigy, who has been dumped by nineteen girls named Katherine -- to which I can totally relate, except for the "getting as far as any romantic entanglement whatsoever" part. (He also has one, later two, friends, who are also awesome, but I don't have time for them. You should definitely read the book.) At one point, Colin decides to develop the Theorem of Underlying Katherine Probability. This theorem predicts the curve of a romantic attachment through five different variables and an octic function. Yeah. If the graph is going UP when it hits the X axis for the second time, the boy dumped. If the graph is going DOWN when it hits the X axis, the girl dumped. (For the record, you could always say "Girl A" "Girl B", "Boy A" "Boy B" instead.)



This is the story of a guy who met a girl, had lots of fun with her for a while, then started liking her less but clung for a while until he dumped her.



This is the story of a girl who started going out with a guy, things turned sour by evening, but were okay again by morning, and then she dumped him the next evening. 

 

Now, this is what happened, roughly, when I plugged in myself and Robin. "Oh, no," I said when I saw this, "that can't be right. That graph never touches the X axis at all."

Then I realized something: Robin and I have never even HAD a relationship. I've just gone after him and it hasn't worked. Appropriately enough, when I looked closely at the variables, I realized there was a "+52" in there, derived from my outgoingness, that caused the graph to be so high above the X axis. Do you know what this means?

Simple: MATH SOLVES EVERYTHING. That, and Robin and I will never be together. Or at the very least, like Ted, I will not have Robin's children. I'm kind of relieved, now that I think about it: I never really wanted to get married in a synagogue.

I am totally looking forward to Precalculus this September.

 

This is what I got when I tried to run Marshall and Lily's relationship -- well, that isn't totally fair. I think Lily is more outgoing, but that created a not-intersecting-X-axis situation. Eventually I was forced to say that they were the same outgoing amount, which is... sort of... true. Although not really. Oh, well. Truth is subjective. Interestingly, Marshall will be the one to dump her -- although they've said they'll probably never see each other again in high school. Again, oh, well. I suppose that maybe Lily will change her mind and Marshall won't, ala the situation in the HIMYM episode Cupcake, and he'll dump her. Or not. Whatever.

I went to New York City on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. For the first time. AND IT WAS AWESOME.

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