The call came in the middle of the morning coffee break. Now out of all times of the day to get a call, that’s one of the worst because it’s the time of day when you’re getting hungry and the most important thing on your mind is what you’re going to get for lunch. Getting a call before lunch means that you have to jump in the car and dash off right there and then, and you don’t know how long it’s going to be before you get a break. Sometimes it’ll only take a few minutes, which is okay. When it’s a murder, you can be hanging around for a couple of hours or more, and by then you’re hungry enough to eat the stiff you’ve been called to look at.

Alright, maybe not that hungry.

I love it, I love it, I love it - another excellent job, Leareth. To make an understatement. ^__^

Wednesday, July 31, 2002 | 03:48 p.m.

Well. Need it, sure - but... >_< only protein... I'm going to die...

Wednesday, July 31, 2002 | 11:47 a.m.

And you know, I had an interesting thought today. Some of you might be aware of the bible verse, "the righteous shall live by faith." Well you know, I got to thinking abou that one, and asking about it. There's something really powerful about that particular thing.

Basically what it means is that we live not entirely according to what we CAN see - but what we can't. Like the afterlife, for example; morals. Ethics. "Rights." Love. Just little things like, "be nice to people" is one of those things that you can't see, even if you can see the results.

So why do we live like that? Simple - because otherwise, our lives lack meaning. If the only thing that matters is the money we make and then we die and that's IT... well. We have no meaning; no worth; no significance. We NEED to live according to these things that we cannot see.

And... woo. Okay. There's MY deep thought for the day. ~_^ I promise to produce fanfic later to make up for it. ^^;

Monday, July 29, 2002 | 03:59 p.m.

In order of priority:

1. Plan and see to the music program for every Sunday morning and Monday evening, which includes choosing songs, formatting, and creating photocopies (and if the original music is unreadable or messy, I have to recreate it on my music program).

2. Create and maintain the once a month music seminar, complete with musical examples and handouts.

4. Design the Logo for our members-only club by Friday.

3. Lead the choir, which involves once a week rehearsal and preparation/ upkeep of all music.

5. Move our business' site to a different server, creating a new online store in the process (we have hundreds of products. Grk....).

6. Design and create the website that goes with that members-only thing, which will be password protected, and have regularly updated content that is only for the members of this club.

7. Design and create a third website which will house all the multimedia for the monday-friday radio broadcast we do, which will include streamed programs (both live and archived) going back two months.

8. Find music for the instrumentalists in the church to play (clarinet, trumpet, flute, and guitar).

Wheeee... *falls over and dies*

Monday, July 29, 2002 | 12:25 a.m.

I'm still sick; this thing is turning out to be very difficult to kick, and my life, unfortunately, doesn't really leave much ROOM for convalescence. >_< Blargh.

At any rate, I'm redoing Mind of a Prince chapter five, which should make the DBZ folks happy. ^_^ It makes me happy, too - I decided to skip over that dialogue problem that was holding me up. Everybody knows what happens there anyway; why would I want to write about THAT?

Muaha. I'm going to bed now. Oooh, make my head stop HURTING...

Saturday, July 27, 2002 | 05:41 p.m.

Prologue

"This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

-  Winston Churchill, 1942

It was six pm, and the evening was very, very empty.

The litter that blew lazily through the streets at this hour was not alone; it carried with it a stench, choked by dust and a fetid warmth that spoke of garbage abandoned for many days - not something normally found in Tokyo's center city.

Any visible, unbroken windows were filthy; barely enough remained whole to give more than a grudging acknowledgement to the sun, and in apparent rebellion to that, the light had decided instead to play in the street, sharply pronouncing the existence of every piece of smashed glass and ruined metal as if dancing over midwinter snow.

Subaru thought that perhaps, if he looked hard enough, he could almost make out the remains of the Rainbow Plaza shopping mall. Maybe.

Once upon a time, Saturday nights had filled this place with throngs of inebriated people, drunken with fellowship and eager to prove themselves alive. It had been an innocent time, at least for him - regardless of cliche - and Subaru reflected morbidly that the only similarity between then and now was that the thoroughfare could still be termed one of the most exciting places to be in all of Tokyo. Well. If one did not mind defining "exciting" as containing painful and certain death.

Really, no one dared come here anymore; really, no one should. But Subaru did, because he had an appointment, and it was one he intended to keep.

He had not gone far when he found it; the spot farthest from anyone still living in this city, epicenter of Tokyo and source of all the "earthquakes" that were supposedly resposible for its ruin. Content, he climbed onto a fallen pillar that pointed like a judge's finger and sat, relieved by the amount of privacy it afforded.

And then, he waited.

He waited, while the sun continued to set and not so much as a rat passed beneath his feet; he waited, while his shadow grew long and melted silently into a kind of nighttime darkness likened to death. He waited, patient, because leaving never crossed his mind, for no matter how much he insisted he had changed, he really had not. Pain had made him unrecognizable to himself; but he was still who he was, and Subaru Sumeragi never ran out on a promise.

Fuuma came to him before the moon had fully set, and the deal they made was dark and terrible. Subaru wept, and Fuuma smiled, because weeping was part of that bargain. The moon disappeared, and stillness covered their sin; and no one knew what they had done.

The End had finally begun.