I live!

Several fics have eaten me, and now I happen to have Shizune eyeing me requesting politely that I write her backstory. As well as Kiba's brothers clamoring for a chance to appear and embarass the HELL outta him. I like the idea of Kiba being the runt of the litter, damnit.

Naruto 41. Great episode. I thought it was well done, even if the animation couldn't seem to make up its mind whether to suck or to kick ass. Sakura really needs more fight scenes--what we get of her is pretty neat.

Obligatory ficsnippet: this is one of the ones that's been chewing on me lately.

( Neji and Hinata. Head wounds bleed. )

Beginning of that schmoopy fic I mentioned a few posts back. Unspecified point in the future. Might go further with it, if I gain back that five AM seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time courage I had when I first wrote it.

I also notice I like to stage things in gardens. Though I can safely say there's a difference between the Hyuga's gardens and Orochimaru's. Orochimaru's being a bit more...Exotic, to say the least. The only thing that'll eat you in a Hyuga garden is a pissed off Hyuga.

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So, once upon a time in English class this year...

We had to analyze the poem 'Storm Warnings.' Afterwards there was a class discussion on well, the nature of analyzing poetry. We were basically practicing for our AP exams, which were coming up soon, and it was a first period class filled with a room of tired, fidgety seniors. Two of these fidgety seniors being friends of mine, Aaron and his brother Alex. Alex is the focus of this story.

So our English teacher poses a question: What could be the wrong way to analyze a poem? And Alex, dutiful student that he was, raised his hand. Being the rest of the class was a sleep, he was called on.

Alex proceeded to launch into a deep explanation on how the poem could in fact be a metaphor for a mighty battle between ninja. Complete with shuriken, daggers, and chains. He said this with a straight face. The class almost died laughing.

"Alex," I told him, after class. "I dare you to write that as an essay."

And so he did. I think he handed it in to the teacher, too.

Wish I'd asked what grade he got.