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I be Bats, formerly BatDyke. My profile isn't fancy, but at least it's easy to read.
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Ello.
I be Bats, formerly BatDyke. My profile isn't fancy, but at least it's easy to read.
I can be contacted at aki_akachan at hotmail dot com.
I'm learning Japanese (badly) and am obsessed with various animes.
It's a pixel meeeeee:
Please click the above eggs. They are levelling dragons, and I'd much rather they didn't die.
And because it was both my b3taday, and Sleepybinky's, Spangolin drew us this most awesome doodle:
And djrich thinks I'm great!
One of the great mysteries of life:
This is a funky piece MRee made for me:
Which File Extension are You?
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» Beautiful Moments, Part Two
My Grandad and Grandma.
Seeing as you lot are making me extremely weepy, I thought I'd actually join in for once. I'm afraid there's no punchline or even any specific 'moments' here, but I'd like to say how much I love my grandparents.
My Grandad is amazing. He really is. He was an evacuee in the war, then he joined up to the RAF, and he worked on the Star Wars strategic defense initiative. He travelled all over the world with his loving wife in tow, to Singapore and to Kenya where my uncle was born. He's given me so much, and I don't mean in terms of crappy plastic toys. He taught me how to pick blackberries, how to put rubber band aeroplanes together, what a dinosaur is (we went so often to the Natural History museum, he had a season ticket). He showed me how to think, how to question and why grandparents are so fucking special.
My Grandma is fantastic. I'll never forget the time my Mum, me, my brother my my grandparents were sat talking in their almost stereotypically old-person living room. I don't remember what the subject was - something about the RAF - but my Grandma said, with an affectionate smile to her husband of 50 years, "Yes, he'll always be my Brylcreem boy." For a brief moment, I saw my Grandad as she must still see him: a six foot something handsome engineer, using his brains and practicality to help Britain.
She's a four foot nine 70-something old woman now, with a dodgy knee and a love for People's Friend magazine. My Grandad has weird heart arrythmias and a stooped back. But you know what? They are so much in love, even now. I can only hope they stick around to see their future great-grandkids, because I want my children to know how bloody special they both are.
Sorry for the page-long rant.
(Fri 6th Aug 2010, 9:21, More)
My Grandad and Grandma.
Seeing as you lot are making me extremely weepy, I thought I'd actually join in for once. I'm afraid there's no punchline or even any specific 'moments' here, but I'd like to say how much I love my grandparents.
My Grandad is amazing. He really is. He was an evacuee in the war, then he joined up to the RAF, and he worked on the Star Wars strategic defense initiative. He travelled all over the world with his loving wife in tow, to Singapore and to Kenya where my uncle was born. He's given me so much, and I don't mean in terms of crappy plastic toys. He taught me how to pick blackberries, how to put rubber band aeroplanes together, what a dinosaur is (we went so often to the Natural History museum, he had a season ticket). He showed me how to think, how to question and why grandparents are so fucking special.
My Grandma is fantastic. I'll never forget the time my Mum, me, my brother my my grandparents were sat talking in their almost stereotypically old-person living room. I don't remember what the subject was - something about the RAF - but my Grandma said, with an affectionate smile to her husband of 50 years, "Yes, he'll always be my Brylcreem boy." For a brief moment, I saw my Grandad as she must still see him: a six foot something handsome engineer, using his brains and practicality to help Britain.
She's a four foot nine 70-something old woman now, with a dodgy knee and a love for People's Friend magazine. My Grandad has weird heart arrythmias and a stooped back. But you know what? They are so much in love, even now. I can only hope they stick around to see their future great-grandkids, because I want my children to know how bloody special they both are.
Sorry for the page-long rant.
(Fri 6th Aug 2010, 9:21, More)
» Missing body parts
Not quite Tom Cruise
but my friend has just had her bubby, and she kept the placenta. Yup... in a bag. And here's a rather NSFW image of a bloody, veiny mass of flesh, muscle and whatever a placenta is made of:
www.dudeintraining.com/USERIMAGES/DSCF0809.JPG
Don't look at that while eating, guys and girls.
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 20:51, More)
Not quite Tom Cruise
but my friend has just had her bubby, and she kept the placenta. Yup... in a bag. And here's a rather NSFW image of a bloody, veiny mass of flesh, muscle and whatever a placenta is made of:
www.dudeintraining.com/USERIMAGES/DSCF0809.JPG
Don't look at that while eating, guys and girls.
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 20:51, More)
» Common
I don't like to be judgemental
since I grew up in a 'common' household, 'leccy' on a meter, bored kids breaking into cars along the street, all that. But what mystifies me is the (chavvy) women who, upon hearing their boyfriend would like to marry them, decides they want a fairytale wedding. And not a fairly tasteful affair in a small church, I'm talking Barbie Fairy Princess.
www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-392107/The-25-stone-wedding-dress.html
It's not so much wanting a huge dress heavy enough to do your back in, but then wanting a tacky perspex coach to parade about in?
img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2006/09/sheridan200906_700x469.jpg
... I notice the only decent links were Daily Mail ones. Does that say something?
(Mon 20th Oct 2008, 23:03, More)
I don't like to be judgemental
since I grew up in a 'common' household, 'leccy' on a meter, bored kids breaking into cars along the street, all that. But what mystifies me is the (chavvy) women who, upon hearing their boyfriend would like to marry them, decides they want a fairytale wedding. And not a fairly tasteful affair in a small church, I'm talking Barbie Fairy Princess.
www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-392107/The-25-stone-wedding-dress.html
It's not so much wanting a huge dress heavy enough to do your back in, but then wanting a tacky perspex coach to parade about in?
img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2006/09/sheridan200906_700x469.jpg
... I notice the only decent links were Daily Mail ones. Does that say something?
(Mon 20th Oct 2008, 23:03, More)
» I met a weirdo on the interweb
I met my current girlfriend
on a BDSM dating site. I posted a profile whilst bored, she messaged me, and out of vague curiosity I add her to MSN. We message each other for a few weeks, meet up and within a month I'm her girlfriend, helping her through coming out to her family as transsexual and being the lovely lady's personal shopper up Oxford and Regent Street. S'really quite wonderful. :)
Sorry for the unfunniness, unweirdness and nonsexual content, but you should have seen some of the messages the other dating site members sent me. I still feel a little squeamish thinking about them...
(I love you, Emma!)
(Tue 21st Mar 2006, 14:41, More)
I met my current girlfriend
on a BDSM dating site. I posted a profile whilst bored, she messaged me, and out of vague curiosity I add her to MSN. We message each other for a few weeks, meet up and within a month I'm her girlfriend, helping her through coming out to her family as transsexual and being the lovely lady's personal shopper up Oxford and Regent Street. S'really quite wonderful. :)
Sorry for the unfunniness, unweirdness and nonsexual content, but you should have seen some of the messages the other dating site members sent me. I still feel a little squeamish thinking about them...
(I love you, Emma!)
(Tue 21st Mar 2006, 14:41, More)