If I knew what I was so anxious about, I wouldn't be so anxious.

cape_carnival @ 2009-11-08T00:03:00

2009-11-08T00:06:03Z

Day 8 and I've only got 710 words so far. so I'm off to try and make that word count less Arrruughhh!. Wish me luck!

Swine Flu would be better if you actually turned into a Pig

2009-05-06T17:03:35Z

Something in a shade of fushia

2008-03-11T23:34:59Z

Some Random Randomoisity (its a real word, shush) written while on the sofa, half watching a docudrama about the first All Black American flight team and explaining Lolcat to my Father.

I feel that should explain things. lots of things.

done first on paper and then typed up, its not betaed so abandon hope all ye who enter here,

(I would also like to apologize to Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams for shamelessly ripping their style *m(_ _)m*)

LolcatlolcatlolcatLolcatlolcatlolcatLolcatlolcatlolcatLolcatlolcat

On the 24th of January in a little coffee shop in Winslow, Jessica Simmons realised she’d left the oven on.

That however has nothing to do with the story.

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Carrie had a pressing problem, despite that his parents had deemed in necessary to give him a girls name, he was no good at interior design. That and the fact he’d been left with 25 pots of paint and instructions to paint a mural didn’t bode well.
The story as to how he got to this point was long, unbelievable and more importantly in the past.
“I am so stuffed”
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In another part of town Harold or “BloodVayne” as he like to be called (but never was) was having issues with his latest Satanic Ritual, his other and only fellow member had decided to keep the goat and had taken it for a walk, leaving him with nothing to sacrifice but an old lettuce and a slightly ill looking cat which, given half the chance, would probably take care of itself if left alone long enough.

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Meanwhile Carrie has started on the mural he’d been commissioned to do, but unbeknownst to him he - due to his unusually high level of bad luck - had painted what was known as the “Devils Portrait”. It had started glowing a sinister shade of green almost 10 minutes ago, but seeing as the last time Carrie had picked up a crayon was to stuff it up his nose, and he thought watercolours was what made the sea green, he assume that the mural was supposed to do this and that it was a natural occurrence that he shouldn’t worry about.

He added more yellow.
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It is said that a goats mind is a complex and intricate place.

Or maybe it isn’t but it probably should be.

Currently Fred the goat was doing his best to escape from a well meaning but potentially life threatening Gerald, who was trying to feed him some kind of tofu
That was moving.
“Its nutritious!”
Fred stared into Gerald’s watery eyes. He saw the anguish and torment, he sensed the inner and outer kindness in him.
So he kicked him in the face and ran for it.
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Back at the house Carrie was desperately using his paint brushes to the best of his abilities to fend of the tentacles reaching for him through the mural by way of a (in his opinion) rather fetching flower and Celtic cross image he’d just painted that unbeknownst to him was a rather powerful satanic sign.
He considered starting a rant on why things like this always happened to him when a goat smashed through the window.
In the grand scheme of things this seems almost normal.

Fred the goat on the other hand until this morning was a happy goat who, as long as he had a pile of grass and a tin or two was okay. Then at some point he’d be grabbed by a couple of twits in cloaks, had to stage a dramatic escape and finally found him self being launched through a window and confronted with an idiot trying to fend off a tentacle monster with nothing but some acrylics and a number 2 pencil.
He was not, to sum it up having a good day.

(The Devil however, was having a ball of a time)
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Else where Harold had tried to sacrifice the lettuce but even that had made him feel queasy (that and the cat had thrown up what could have been a hairball and what could have been is spleen) he’d decided to go find Gerald, when he’d noticed the swirling dark portal over the Jefferson’s house
It was, sort of hard to miss.
He finally walked over and peered in the window to see a man and a goat being thrown about like a pair of rag dolls by a giant mess of tentacle protruding from a half painted mural on the wall.
He promptly fainted in the rhododendron bush.
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*salutes* over and out.

Fanfiction: Drabble

2007-11-25T17:03:33Z

I come bearing drabbles~

Title: Peaceful Days
Author: cape_carnival
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: nothing solid. hints of Akame, Junda, Platonic Jinda and possibly KoKame (is that the name for it?)
Rating: PG
A/N Five random drabbles that border on Sentances, each from a POV of a different member.
Un-betaed, crtiqued encouraged

K

Kame looks up from the book he’s been staring at for the last few minutes only to see himself smiling fixed on the other side of the tracks. He almost unconsciously starts picking it apart; the lighting on one side is slightly too strong. The outfits were strange (as usual) and maybe that expression-
But then as he’s scanning the poster his eyes fall on Jin and he can’t help but smile a little. Not taking his eyes off him until the train starts to pull away.

A

When Jin first comes back from America, he finds it easier to hug Ueda, to talk to Ueda, to play around and accidentally let his hand brush against Ueda
So when he comes in to practice one day to find Ueda firmly seated between Junno and Maru and giving him a fixed stare, before gesturing to Kame, he realises he just been avoiding the inevitable.
So the next time he’s standing with Kame he lets their hands brush for just a moment.

To let Kame know he’s back.

T

People tell Taguchi that the Bido role almost seems to be built for him. That he pulls off the exaggerated flourishes and the wide smiles with such seem ease.
He tries not to reply that’s its because he’s been acting day in day out as long as he can remember.
Instead he smiles.

T

Sometimes Koki tries to figure out the relationship he has with Kame. Like anything in Johnny’s its more complicated that it should be. He watches the first time Kame and Jin smile at each other when he’s comes back from L.A and feels hope that maybe they’ll all be alright somewhere in the pit of his stomach.
But then there’s the other times when he’s paired up with Kame in photoshoots and can’t help wondering what might of happened if Jin didn’t come back from L.A

U

Ueda doesn’t know how he feels about Junno’s new hair. Logically it should fit him perfectly; he’s bright and bouncy and always has a smile for everyone. But still there’s something Ueda doesn’t like about his new hair.
Maybe it because it’s a symbol of his new popularity, and as selfish as it sounds he doesn’t want to share him.

N

Nakamaru doesn’t mind being called “normal” as much as people think he does.
After all, someone has to be sane in this group.