“Trillium wait up my old brital bones are not as quick as yours.” Oma said as she nearly stumbled over the roots of the large Arbock tree that was our home.

Arbock trees are actually a grouping of large Arbro trees that happened to all grow in the same spot creating a massive cluster of trees called an Arbock. This kind of grouping was rare and even more so was to find one inhabited by beings such as ourselves. Mother had found this grouping quite by accident and odder still it had been inhabited but was left abandoned. Mother and father fixed the place up with the help of Oma and her friends. Now the tree stood healthy and tall it’s white bark flaking in spots were it still grew and it’s now amber leaves mostly on the ground

“Oma why we all difrint?” I asked spinning on my heels to face her before going over to help Oma steady herself.

“Everyone is different Trillium if they weren’t life would be boring. There’s a good girl helping me walk.” She smiled warmly a question in her eyes, one that she promptly asked as Birds flew out from a berry bush we passed

“What brings this question about young one is something bothering you?” She said looking kind and patient as always. Continuing slowly along the animal and elf made path towards a stream.

“Cause…” I bit my lip feeling nervous then brought up the others. “Lathin can talk in my head an Juniper can move stuff round da room an Clover can be all da colors in da rainbows.” I took a deep breath in and was about to continue when Oma cut in.

“Trilium are you upset that your sisters can do things that you can’t?”

A blush came to my face in answer to her question

“Don’t fret Trilium for today that will all change believe me.” The fall leaves crunched under her footsteps scaring off a Janin. She paid it no mind and stopped to pick a white flower that was my name sake from the ground.

“Enough of that talk for now though” Oma said realizing that she had almost given away the surprise she quickly changed topic.

“I want to talk to you about this plant.” She sat herself on a rock near by covered in moss.

“Do you know what kind of flower this is?” She smiled the wind blowing through her black hair. I shook my head no

“This is called a Trilium and it is from Earth. That’s the same place your father is from you know.” She lifted me onto her lap before continuing. “Your father visits there often and brings back plants with him. He puts them in the plant house when he comes back and after making sure they can survive and won’t kill native plants he puts a few seeds into the forest. He liked some of the flowers so much that him and your mother named you girls after a few of them. Adjusting herself on the rock she tickled my nose with the flower.

Me Oma wen is daddy coming ome ?

Oma smiled oh soon enough, but first tell me something since when can Lathin talk in your head?

The cell door creaked open and Kien’s shew’s scuffed against the floor as he moved across the hard cement floor to stand next to the cot sue was in. Sue peaked out from under her arm her charcoal eyes specked with grey looking into his almond eye only barely making out the concern that was showing in them. She rubbed her eyes on the orange sleeve of the jail jumper she wore trying to make the blurriness go away. Kien bent slightly taking Sue by the arm.

Kien: come on let’s go. He pulled lightly on her arm not wanting to force anything and hoping Sue would cooperate on her own.

Sue complied sitting up slowly using hisl arm as a support. Coming into a sitting position the room spun more then it had been before. She hung her head letting strait black shoulder length hair fall into her face and over her pointed ears. Small fangs that were the result of black market cosmetics bit at her pail lower lip as she tried to distract herself from the pain in the rest of her body.

Kien: Jezuss look at you, you can’t even move can you? Alright I’ll radio Janet to bring a wheelchair. I guess I should have realized that and brought one with me. He ran a somewhat chubby hand through his buzz-cut black hair. Kien stood about five foot four inches in his blue police uniform. He was slightly plump and fully human, Cantonese in decent.

His shoe’s scuffed against the cement floor as he came to a stop in front of her cell. Sue opened her eye’s groggily everything was still a blur her head pounded and her arms ached all a familiar yet unwelcome sensation.

Sue: Hmm.. What time is it and what day? She asked in a dry raspy voice moving slowly to cover her eyes with her arm as she turned  on the cot.

Man: It’s 1:00 Wednesday afternoon you have been passed out for five day’s. You spent the first three in the hospital getting you’re stomach pumped and recuperating. After that they moved you here while a short trial date was arranged. But today they are going to put you in rehab until your court date. You really overdid yourself this time kid and to boot you finally got yourself caught doing all this shut. Tell me what the hell was going through your head? He sighed

Sue: To be honest I don’t even remember what happened last night Mac. She gently moved her stiff body into a more comfortable position on the cot as she spoke. The movement revealed track from shooting up heroin and bruises from a fight.

Man: With tracks like those and an over dose of pills I can’t say I’m surprised. He shook his head in disappointment though she did not see it.

Sue: Do I really have to go to rehab Mac. Can’t you get me out of this joint like you always do? She smirked already knowing what he would say.

Man: You’re not a minor any more Sue and whats more you’re no longer under my custody and stop calling me Mac my name is Kien. An unfamiliar strictness came into his voice.

Sue: I know pops but I like calling you Mac I think it suits you better. It reminds me of those old fashion cop shows. The smirk disappeared replaced by surprise in her voice that for the first time he wouldn’t bail her out.

Kien: Now is no time to be joking around Sue this is serious. Me and the missis still worry and care about you even though you’re not our charge anymore. We did our best to keep you from drugs and the street life so where did we go wrong? Hurt filed his voice now. He shifted his position to lean on the bars.

Sue: You weren’t the problem Mac! She said pointently as if to say, see you do belong in old cop films. Problem was I was already hooked before you and Ilene took me into that mansion of a house of yours. Her voice hinted at the fondness she still held for the house and those that lived within accompanying it was a painfully heavy sigh.

Kien: How exactly did you get hooked? You never did tell us and with the way the orphanage was run I can’t figure it out on my own. He hooked the knight stick on his belt and pulled on the retractable lanyard that held his key. Slipping the key into it’s slot he turned it causing a loud clang. The cell door screeched open and he came to stand next to the cot .

Sue: I never told anyone and I never plan to Mac.She said sternly.

“I’m really sorry to leave you here and run but I have to figure out what’s going on nothing is as it should be and I need to figure out why” Sighing heavily I placed Sue 6  gently on the cement in front of the large wooden double door and knocked using the golden knocker hanging on the left door.

Waiting with my ear to the door I tried again. This time I could hear footsteps followed by a voice. ” I have no ideal how your future will go from here this are so messed up it’s impossible to know. As long as your alive that’s all that matters.I’ll be back to check on you but in the mean time these ladies living here will help you.” stalling momentarily I quickly head on my way again to locate a rift that will allow me access back into the future.

On line the ad reads

there is just one glaring problem with this

That’s right both ad’s claim that buying these tickets on-line Guarantee you entry at 2:00. Well I can tell you this much I was not in by 2:00 and neither where dozens of other fans who waited outside in a massive line. By promising both groups to get in by two they caused themselves a huge mess. Too many people and not enough people inside to handle the volume as many people had called in sick for that day; or so I was told by security when I asked what was going on around 3:00 that afternoon when neither lines had moved and the people who wanted a daily pass where starting to show up.

Now this is where things got really messed up. Apparently, and this is something I learned while waiting in line for the masquerade, some people who got the daily pass where getting in before the people who bought the deluxe or premium pass and some people with the deluxe pass were getting in the same entrance as the premium. Now don’t get me wrong but I thought the whole reason they switched buildings was to keep people who had not paid out and to be better organized so why the hell have the separate lines if you’re going to let people in any old door despite what pass they have.  Now maybe this is just a nasty  rumor but then they where laughing at people  who like me  had actually waited in line for hours while they had just gone in through the premium entrance with their deluxe pass’s. That combined with the earlier even made me mad. See earlier in line outside two  girls started talking to me that had deluxe passes and I told them about the daily pass people getting in before premium pass and deluxe pass people. Naturally they didn’t believe me but then they called their friend who was just getting a daily pass and after a while he did indeed get in before we did.

The most ridicules part of all this was that they where selling daily passes at all. I say that because they literally outsold the venue. Here is a question for you if you know the building can only hold so many people why would you sell more tickets than the amount that would be needed to fill the building. The answer of course is to make a profit but at the expense of ruining things for the fans. The sales floor was packed people were allowed to go down but not back up escalators and if you left the building well then you might as well go home because you’re not getting back in, in time for that Shatner autograph. Oh What was that you want there to be actual space for you to take costume pictures sorry maybe next year.

So What have I done? well besides ranting on this blog I also started a Facebook group any one can join. I contacted the people who ran the event and too their credit they did call me back but I was sick at the time and told them to call me anther time. Aside from that I will be posting a video rant on YouTube and continuing my efforts to get at least some of my money back. If anyone wants to join my little petition comment on here letting me know what you think  or join the Facebook group and in general share your bad experiences of fan expo the more people who complain the faster things get done.

another little side note I have discover a new feature on WordPress that lets me add share buttons to my posts so if you click on the tittle of a post at the bottom you will see seven ways of  sharing this and other pieces of my work on the internet. Tweeting, Facebook Diggit, Redit, and e-mail just to name a few. Simply click on the one you want to share my blog on and it will create the link for you.

Well that’s enough ranting for now until I create the YouTube video at least.

This is annoyed anime fan signing out

F my life

Me: it’s ok I’m here to help you. Let me take you. …

Before I could continue she was getting ready to run. Reluctantly I took the emergency tranquilizer gun from the holster at my hip. Normally I would only use this on people who were trying to attack me but in this case I had to make sure she got to safety. She was half way to her feet, lighting struck, and my gun went off. The dart hit her in the back and after a few weak steps she fell to the ground again.

I approached the small girl, picking her up in my arms and using a scanner in my glove made sure the tranquilizer had not had any ill effects. Moving her so her head rested on her shoulder I adjusted my suite using a dial on my wrist to set it one of the per-programed holograms. This one was of a red head woman in her 30ties warring worn out jeans a brown T and a burgundy trench-coat. Worn combat boots, gloves with holes where the fingers went and a knitted black hat completed the look.

Life update: My mom finally got herself a job as a secretary for a credit adjusting company which means I can finally relax a bit more and stop stressing out about money so much. I upgraded my computer which is part of why it has been so long since I last posted and I got a used IPhone 3g from my friend which means a few things.

1) I can now listen to music to and from work without needing a seperate music player

2) I can answer calls with my new handsfree bluetooth head set  and shuffle music with it after installing a nice little app called Music Controls. The head phones are the stereo Nokia BH-503, and although I could listen to music and answer calls on them before I could not use the play or shuffle buttons until I installed the app. Small warning though if you turn on the option to have the controls for music on when the phone is locked it sometimes messed with your lock mechanism making it impossible to unlock or even shut down. Surprisingly the way to resolve this problem was to try to shut it down then while the shut down option is displaying answer a phone call using the handsfree button. This moves the shut off button to a spot where you can actually touch it again letting you turn off your phone. Personally I thing a swipe to shut down your phone is stupid.

3) I can now blog from my IPhone thanks to a WordPress app. This means I can finally put those few moments I get for break to use and have no excuse not to blog as I can write things down anywhere I am and post them once in a Wi-Fi zone

This dose not mean that I will post all the time, to be honest some of the stories I have on here  are finished in hand writing in my various journals. however this presents it’s own problems as alot of that material is actually hard to make out and hastily written with tons of plot holes and things that need to be fixed. I don intend to post it anyways but it’s taking more time then i thought to write it all out. I don’t want to post it in little chunks but I might start doing that if it takes too much longer then just edit latter. Though with the iphone option I think alot more of my posts will be in small chunks as compared to the longer pages. I stopped doing pinky because I’m just too tiered out when I get home from work to bother but I might start it up again on the weekends or my day’s off.

Convention Update:

As mentioned in a previous post some time ago I went to Fan-Expo this year and boy was I disappointed. The whole thing was so unorganized and over pact that it was just impossible to enjoy I have made some attempted at getting some money back  but have gotten no where with that. I do have a video from the convention but have yet to put it up on YouTube because i don’t feel comfortable adding in the commentary while my parents are around and have only really started to have time to myself again this week. which means the video will be up soon and my efforts to get a refund will be renewed.  I will update more on why the convention was such a fail latter as I’m writing this a few  minuets before having to go to work.

Other Updates

I did start work on a Okami set of Icons for the mac but keeping motivated to do it when it’s so time-consuming is hard. I still work at the same place I always did with no intention to move on quite yet and my bunny is doing fine and is happy as always. Other than that there is nothing else to say until the next update. I hope to be adding more and more to the Sue story line sometimes the problem is just that I know where the story is an where I want it to go but can’t figure out how to get it from point A to point B  without way too much exposition and boredom. That’s the problem I’m having right now with the new host story line aurora is dead se needs a new body  with the ability to use the same powers she had before and it needs to happen in a way that makes sense and isn’t just because the plot said so.

Any ways bye for now this is MeiMei signing out:

I like to post it, post it. I like to POST IT!

Eon: We have an intruder

Before any of them could act I cast my spell and we both disappeared from site leaving the two men to quarrel over who would get the blame.