DC Rant & Update: The Never Ending Episode (490)

[DC stands for Detective Conan.]
[Spoiler Alert!]

I started The Never Ending Episode yesterday, and it just continued on and on in parts for what seemed like ever. It had FOURTEEN parts total. Each a full 24 minute episode. At least this crazy long episode was about The Black Organization otherwise I don’t even know if I’d have the will power to watch all of it. I know I definitely wouldn’t if it were about he Shounen Detective Boys- ugh.

ANYWAYS I just finished it and this is a small rant about how THEY BLOODY KILLED AKAI-KUN! No, that’s NOT okay. I don’t care if Vermouth said they don’t need two silver bullets- THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN KILL THE ONE THAT’S BEEN OUTSMARTING YOU FOR LONGER UGH. Stupid biker idiot.

I am personally really annoyed by this and I just WISH against all hope that Akai-kun survived. That he somehow outsmarted those idiots one more time. But I know he didn’t TRY to for the sake of that idiot Mizunashi Rena. She’s the worst double/triple agent of all time! Her stupid father’s mission takes precedence too- like what the hell. Just go around killing all your actual allies for the sake of your dead father’s mission, sure, why not >.>

I am genuinely very annoyed with this death. Like no. Conan better make them pay. I want that jerk Rena to die too, somehow, in the crossfire or anything. I just very much disliked her before and now, girl better run if she ever sees me .-.

Well, on the bright side, I’ve now seen over 500 episodes of this show ❤ And I still love it, even if they killed one of my favourite characters. They better keep those Black Sunglasses wearing weirdos away from Kaito Kid and Hattori now >.>

Anyhoo, my littlest sister just invited me to go play at the park with her, so I gotta change out of my pajamas :3

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman

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Permanent Nicknames

I have many nicknames. To list even all of them would be a tidious task. And yet here are but a few.

Frostie, Wattson, Dr. Grey I. Wattson, Ze, The Mint Chutney, Maud, Maudlal, Sunny, Sunny Bro, 003, Bee to the Live, Beelive Buddy, Bashir Sahab, and many others besides.

And yet I realize now, that if I do move back to Chicago, a vast majority of these nicknames will be lost to me, since the people I will then interact with in my daily life won’t be calling me by them anymore. Stuff that have to do with my actual name might still be there, but other things like the Bee to the Live, or Maud won’t and those will only be used if I explain the jokes behind them to my new friends. So, I will be loosing a small part of me…But to me, it’s a BIG part of me.

I can only hope that my weirdness shall be accepted by at least a few, and some nick names will be sustained. Like my middle name being Irish. Like my nicknames Wattson, and Frostie. If those things are sustained, I’ll be fine.

And pshaw, it’s not like you can’t call me The Mint Chutney. I’m a super hero for crying out loud. It ain’t a nick name. It’s an identity.

And with that, I poof. I feel better about it. Even if no one is calling me Maud, or Ze, or Sunny Bro, I always will be. It’s on the inside, in my heart. Like my Beelive rings are when I’m too lazy to put them on =P Beelive!

Cuz all I got to do is beliiieeve in me, Pokemon!! (Pokemon Master Quest Theme Song)

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Frostie
the cool as hell magical snowman that inspires not one, but all.

[I also changed my fb alternate name from Wattson to Frostie for the moment. Not sure if it’s a permanent change, or change just for the heck of it. I just want to be recognized as Frostie more. Since I am. And what with this Olaf thing going around too…I’m the first magical snowman, got it?!]

What if One Googles Irish…?

So i was hit with this memory of seeing this one 9gag post where a dude had googled ‘the most british picture on the internet’, hit images, and saw the first picture that caused the post to be born. It was Mr. Bean, riding a horse, on a black Sedan-like Mercedez Benez and the Big Ben in the background with the queen waving in a corner, the union jack everywhere, that epic Royal Guard with their red uniform and black furry skyscrapper hats…and other stuff i cant recall =P

SO i wanted to google something like that too =) but German was pretty expectable, with those bartenderish chicks with huge boobs in green plaid dresses and braided up hair and white lace. Holding alotta beer, in those huuuge, tall and glass mugs. And then id already seen the american one- i shall now proceed to find it since it was REALLY hilarious. both, actually. if i do find them, i shall post them in here too. hang on. lemmeh get mah google on ^_^

WO-o-ooW. I just googled ‘the most american picture ever’ and there are just too many good ones!! So ive put some of the best ones. Yay =3

Now, this was the first one, and i think its pretty epic. who wouldnt?

bad george washington, trying to copy natsumi and shit

^Badass Washington. Copying Natsumi and shit (Luka) (from Alice Academy.)

Now the rest are just too cool to be ignored. Like Honest Abe here in the top left corner, on a bear…

come at me, bro! said Honest Abe

'Merica Since

^The eagles got lazer eyes…different colored lazer eyes O.o and theres Captain America, very nice, oh, look! Wooven bacon. now that IS american =P

Dat Hamburger

^Two words. Dat Hamburger. *Ham Burger. *three words. he he he, woops =P

Now, fair warning, the next ones explicit with some chicks in bikinis. avert your eyes now if you mind or find it indecent or whatever. scroll fast, fast! Theres still the British photos i gotta post with the Doctor and the Queen…

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^Is Lady Liberty brandishing a lightsaber? Wickeeeeeed.

And, aplty enough with the wicked (Ron Weasleyyy~!), onwards to Great Britain!

The most british thing everrr!

^And here she is, the most British picture. Its got The Doctor, Her Majesty in a photoshopped jearesy, what i assume to be an incomplete Union Jack on her face, and the Royal Guard, course. And atleast one pair of monocles. And a Cocker Spaniel, i think? well, whatever, dat dog. and tea. mhmm. clear pass. its also got Sherlock so alls right in the universe ❤

now just for one other coolio Brit pic i found. And this ones got Harry Potter, Mary Poppins, and even 007, my senior partner in beating up crime. atleast, when im 003.

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And nooow, finallyy, to move on to the POINT of this post in the first place. What came up when i googled ‘the most Irish picture ever on the internet?’ THIS.

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^ZE CATS IN AN IRISHY GREEN LEPRECHAUN HAT!! and theres another kitteh tooo! ❤ aaaaand lookie at all that green, and THEM SHAMLOCKS everywhere! im in love with this pictuuuure. D’aaaw =)

[Perfectly, its got snowflakes on the table cloth too <333]

-Frosty
the cool as hell snowman that inspires everyone and anyone

French James Bond, and Accented Me

The Names Bashir. Bashir Sahab.

It all starts at that scene where (skyfall:)  Bond and Q are sitting on a bench, discussing a painting of a ‘bloody boat’. And their having the same conversation as in the movie, but they never reach the point in the conversation where Q gives Bond a radio transmitter, and that specialized gun. Because they were interrupted.

By me. a pillar of green fire just lights up and appears out of nowhere next to them, they both sense it, freeze, but dont turn around, and wait. i step out of the flames, and just walk over to their bench. and it was as though time had stopped flowing at that point, and it started gushing again as soon as i began walking. no one else noticed me or anything out of the ordinary.

i great them (all professional spy-like) with a ‘hello, boys’. (i had a proper british accent too, yaay!) and then i zone out of their conversation and take note of my surroundings, as any experienced spy/body guard would at this point. I took note of all the exits, and everyone in the room. no one was paying any attention to Q or Bond. good. as it should be; they werent supposed to be attracting anyone’s attention. but then i felt a gaze behind me, trained on the back of my head. so i turn around to see, the dorky friend of mine, suleman.

But this suleman is not not as dorky as the real one  is dressed like a gangster in his black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, and radiating an aura of evil. He’s at one of the entrances, leaning on the doorway passage thing, next to a trashcan (0ne of those with a upper bit thats for smoking, like a pile of sand to stick your lit cigarette into, to put it out) that was littered with cigarettes already. Before i can react to his evilness and staring at me, he turns to stare/glare at someone else. i immediately list him as a troublemaker (and a thug wanna be) and decide to keep a general guard up against him, but turn away from him after a bit.

Then, all of a sudden, we hear an explosion. i feel the shake, the shock, the tremor pass all through the museum, the pillars, and me. everyone evacuates, i turn to see suleman, but hes no longer at his post. so bond being bond, and me being me, run together at the speed of light to the room right next to us, where the explosion had come from. and Q being Q, sighed, and then chased after us.

Inside, we see that the statue at the centre of the room, which i had already seen before, was what had exploded. but the explosion had only altered the original statue. it was now a black marbled man, with a ton of dirty sand dumped on him, and many many cigarettes littered everywhere. Instantly, i think of suleman. and i go running back, but i dont see him anywhere inside the art gallary museum. so i ruuuun outside, with bond at my heels and we see him outside. he sees us, looks bewildered for a bit, but then he has the expression of the Ooooh of understandment, and then makes a run for it. classic bad guy move.

so we chase him. and chase him. and chaaase him. we chase him all the way from Britain (where we were), to Italy, to France. and then, we finally catch him because the french are just so epically amazingly awesome. I forgot the details exactly, but i think a mime tripped suleman, then bashed him on the head so he couldnt get up. suleman crashes into one of those open on the street cafes, and gets tangled up in loads of tables. Ze Helpful Waiter the fifth, comes over and accidentally spills a drink on sulemans head, so he regains consciousness. (cuz, you know, the french can only be helpful if its by accident =) im kidding, im kidding, i love the french ❤ ) anyways, we catch up to him, and this is the part which gets just a bit challenging. ligually.

Suleman starts speaking japenese. i dont know it. so i kindly request him to speak english, ‘speak english, dork!’ while bashing him on the arm. he starts speaking italian. im confused, cuz i know i should be able to understand him, but i cant. and then james bond, kinda pushes past me (we were towering over him, cuz were standing, and hes on the floor),kinda a ‘i got this’ way, and starts speaking roman. and now im really confused, and for some reason i start panicking. and these two guys can actually understand each other. ( i felt like yelling ‘how the f can you understand each other?! your speaking different languages!!’)   then, i you know say ‘can we, you know, shift over to english, if you will? so i can understand what your saying?’ in a heat of anger. bond kindly shifts to french now -.- thanks a lot, bond.but no. continue being European, why dont you -______- thhheeeen, i burst out speaking nothing but Greek, and they cant understand me, and i cant stop. i try to speak english but i just couldnt. but then, bond calms me down by speaking in english and  i use the most epic method/way ever to speak english agian. i concentrate on an irish accent, and then i can speak english again, albeit it was in a sucky irish accent but i was happy, chuffed, relieved, and chill =)

while this whole language confusion was happening, we had called the british authorities to come get suleman, once we caught him, so we were only waiting for some british  cops, governor, lestrage, to show up to arrest him. then this police boat (from britain) comes to capture suleman, and he goes off to jail (ask bond why) and then bond and i go back to debating art pieces and breaking out into epic ninja fights. oh, what a fun adventure, if i do say so myself =)

003, debriefed.