Grrrrr. Arrrgh.

Not awake yet. Eyelids want to close. Even after a bowl of cereal. Time to break out the big guns.

*makes cup of Darjeeling tea*

Kefka in FF6 is a bitch. The first time, when you're chasing him around the camp, meh. On the mountain above Narshe, defending Banon, PUNK. Where the HELL did he learn such spells? And what's with the harlequinn costume? Of course, I made the rookie mistake of going through ALL the soldiers FIRST and using up all my potions and tonics and stuff. I'm going to have to re-stack my people and try again today. After I clean the bathrooms. *shudder*

*burns tongue on tea*

Hellllsing. It should come in today or tomorrow. I've already subjected Sildar to rampant fangirly, but part of that was his snifty Elf/BMW picture.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/sildar/

Whoa. Grayscale. That was...not entirely unexpected, but still. Bit of an eye-shock.

What was I saying?

Ah, yes. I also got Janny. Showed her that viewable clip from the first episode where Alucard taunts the priest. *shiver* Then showed her Freeman-san's webpage. Not only has he done over a dozen animes and commercials, but he's BISHI! I believe her words were "I know it shouldn't be, but damn, that's SEXY!" Or something like that.

*is very proud of herself*

I should go check the mail...

Blearg. Grarg

The thing I hate most about cleaning bathrooms is the cleaner itself. We use the Clorox stuff because it's the only thing that actually cuts through the gunk. Drawback is the fumes. Even with all doors open and the fan going, it goes right to my head and makes my hands shake and my brain spin. I can only be in the room for about 5-10 minutes, tops, then I'm fleeing the area. Hence, the patented "Queenie Dash"

Spray area in question.
Scrub for five minutes.
Run away.
Come back.
Scrub for five minutes.
Run away.
Come back.

Rinse and repeat until done or too ill to care anymore. Take ten-fifteen minute break, then do something else in the room, like toilets.

This applys to ANY room I'm using bleach in. Bathroom's most common, kitchen is second. Kitchen doesn't need as much bleach, so I can get it done in the time frame before the first "flee".

Let's see. Still need to sweep and mop the floors. But that can wait.

I WANT HELLSING!!

Still Recovering...

Bold the TV shows you watched, toys you played with etc.
( I feel...strangely proud )

Caeser's right. This is incomplete. What about Mousercise, or Micky Mouse Club, or that one show with the manniquen that came to life with a magic hat, and it had a mouse puppet and a security guard puppet?

Lenny Bruce is not afraid...

Hellsing does not belong to me. Rowan does. And boy, is she in for it.

Integral shivered, yawned, and blinked her eyes open. A figure stood in a sliver of moonlight streaming through a gap in her curtains. As she watched, the figure took a drag from a cigarette. Integral found her glasses and put them on. The figure condensed into Rowan, staring up at the sky and smoking.

"What time is it?" Integral asked softly.

"Just after three am." Rowan turned and smiled at Integral. The knight could see the cigarette had the flattened shape of hand-rolling and it didn't smell right. She sniffed.

"Cloves?"

"Ground and mixed with mugwort leaves. My own special blend." Rowan stubbed out the cigarette in one of Integral's ashtrays and approached the bed. Her hair looked silver in the faint light, but her eyes were shadowed. "May I ask you a personal question, Sir Hellsing?"

"Yes." Integral sat up and smoothed out the covers. Rowan made herself comfortable next to Integral, curling her legs up and keeping her boots off the quilt. Integral had a sudden feeling of hushed expectancy. Two women about to share secrets in the moonlight.

"How long have you had Alucard in your...service?"

"Seven years." Integral turned to face Rowan. "I found him downstairs, in the dungeons, and...woke him up."

"And the sigils on his gloves? Who put those there?"

"My great-grandfather. He was the one who bound Alucard to my family line."

"How?"

"Magic. And blood." Integral dropped her eyes.

"Blood woke him. Your blood." Rowan's statement made Integral shiver.

"Yes. I had been shot. He...rescued me and pledged his services." Integral looked up at Rowan. Her face was half-shadowed, one blue-green eye glowing in the moonlight, the other dark. "Why do you ask?"

"It's strange. I've never been in this house before. What I knew about you were only whispers over pints and teacups. Yet, when I walked in this afternoon, I felt him. I knew exactly where he was, even when it was only shadows. I wasn't surprised when he appeared beside me." Rowan shivered this time, looking into Integral's eyes only for a moment before turning away and staring at Walter.

"Has he bothered you?" Integral asked, getting annoyed. Rowan shook her head, reaching behind her. A long knife appeared in her hand.

"He tried to intimidate me in the kitchen. I knew he was there the whole time and...I teased him. Then, when he got too close, I drew this on him." She laid the blade on the quilt between them. Integral looked at it. It was the length of a mein gauche, a parrying blade, but the hilt was almost the same length as the blade, solid oak with a rubber cap. The crosspiece and blade glowed faintly. Integral picked it up. It felt well balanced.

"Silver?"

"Silver plated Spanish steel. The crosspiece is pure silver. The cap comes off to reveal a point." Integral pushed off the cap. Sure enough, the oak had been sharpened into a stake. Looking closely, she saw the blade was inscribed.

"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Santi Amen." Integral gaped at Rowan. The apothecary turned her head slowly and looked back at the knight. Tears were forming in her blue-green eyes.

"I had that specially made while in college. It cost me a lot and I keep it on me at all times. Now tell me, Sir Integral Hellsing. Why would I, a simple apothecary who never believed in monsters, have a vampire hunter weapon?"