Last night was funky as hell. Jonichi-kun's party. How I love him so. I made him an uber action figure and lost bitterly at movie pong. My movie obsessions are movies nobody's heard of usually. Greencine (our rental service online) has an indie movie section and an anime section that are respectively impossible to ignore. Mom doesn't like green cine anymore because quote "nobody ever watches anything I get". I vehemently opposed that, mainly because that is my source of anime and cult films. Mom just always puts extremely terrible chick flicks and/or dramas onto our que. So she said "Fine Hannah, I don't want to use it anymore because nobody ever watches movies with me and I don't like watching movies alone. Delete all my choices from the que and just use it yourself".
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Although I'm aware that the "nobody ever watches (sucky) movies with me" guilt trip was the point of that, I had to supress the joy that came from knowing that I can get whatever I want now. En route to me at the moment are many, many things including resevoir dogs, lady snowblood, enter the dragon, neon genesis evangelion, princess mononoke, daft punk music videos, How to draw a bunny, the shining, and a few other indie films with weird titles I can't remember. I also tossed in some film noir.
A very "sutin household" occurence this morning.
A man came to work on construction in the crawlspace this morning. He and dad went downstairs. Mom and I are eating pancakes when dad walks in the room with a rusty 4-foot crazily ingraved sword with cryptic symbols, sculpted griffins, and a chain attaching the top of the hilt and one of the parts that sticks out on the side. Then he did one of those dad things where he seemed to not remember we were in the room and was just looking at the sword saying "this is tremendous...it's a real sword". WTF? Mom and I had to snap him out of it, then he told us that it had been buried in the foundation of the house. !!!!! Treasure! I immediately yell that I want it, because I'm Hannah. They're all "no, it might be worth something". Frown! So they find the name of the manufacturer engraved on the blade (along with really pretty engravings of lilies and celtic knots and knights!) and go to look it up on the internet. Meanwhile, i'm squeezing in as much imagination as I can yelling that it's a magic sword and that theres also a chest of gold coins under the house. There's only so many opportunities you have to believe that you found a magic sword, you gotta milk it. My parents look it up on the internet. After much searching we find that it is a masonic thing from the "brothers of Pythias". The owner probably hid it because masons hide everything. The name engraved on the sword is " Sam Gildersleve". We don't know if he lived here, but if he did he lived here wayyyy awhile ago. The oldest owner of the house we know is a guy named Irving, and he lived here in the 50's. Damn. But...the sword is only worth about $75. So now...IT'S MY MAGIC SWORD! FWWWSHHH!
Then I drew with some oil pastels whilst listening to felix da housecat and loving my sword.
I love my sword.
"We're going to turn this team around 360 degrees." -Jason Kidd
Edit: Picture of sword pulled from our house's ass.

http://www.rathergood.com/hippo/

Warning...this gets permanently lodged in your heads.
Happy pre-valentines day hippo celebration!
"Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music". - George Carlin

Awwwright....
So check this owt...
(anybody who was at cthulu or heard from somebody else, stop preparing to be surprised).
You know my best friend in the whole wide world Michael Chabon? Guess who had dinner with Stephen King last week and is going to hand over my "The adventures of Stephen King" comic strip to him...GUESS...
you win.
But that will be enough of that. Crazy...
Anyway, I've been having a very comic book/ artsy weekend. After the cthuluing, I slept over at mollys house. Then we woke up and read a buttload of comic books. Then i went to work. Then I came home. Then my mom was awesome and took me to get some pretty new pens and ink and the crow graphic novel :-D ooo james o'barr you slyfox. I <3 comix ever so much. Today: Daddy's playing a gig at a tap-dancin showw..
Superbowl? What's that?
I hope the eagles win, but I really can't stand TV. Ever.
E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES gave me money last year for my reading program so I wish them the best. *gazes nostalgically at giant foam check*.
"TV has brought murder back into the home where it belongs." - Alfred Hitchcock