Becca-isms

Spontaniety (On The Fly, which must have crushed the poor thing to oblivion.)

2011-02-04T18:50:00.000-08:00

I keep forgettin'
toooooooooooooooooooooo
a write this blog
That isn't cool

At times I'd love to
'cause it's long overdue
It'd probably be neat
to share my thoughts with you
But I get so distraaaaaacted
by a sequel or two-oo

IIIIIII keeeeep forgettin'
just what IIII'm
a-gonna write
tooo soon!
IIII never
can remember
the things that'll make
you laugh-a-roo!

Tha-a-a-at wa-a-asn't one of them
Tha-a-at line wa-a-asn't funnyat
a-aaaa-a-aaaa-a-aaaa-aaa-aaa
aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-all.

IIIII saw bananas
on the table this morn
or was it noon!
IIIII thooought
ooof giving
them to ra-bbits 1 and 2

IIIII'm carrying
on too long----------------

Writer's block is just the building block of greater things.....like easy collapsable wooden skyscrapers.

Next on BLOG: Something unrelated to me, probably. And also not to bananas.

"We done had our blog in May."

2010-12-02T04:07:00.001-08:00

Or, February as the case may be...of last year.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, His Majesty is now available for public audiences."
"Oooh, is he going to perform for us?"
"No, Frances. It means we get to go and talk to him now."
A maid comes from beyond the large double doors leading to the throne room.
"You may come in one at a time." She remarks to the hundred-plus people waiting outside the door.
"How many visitors does she think we need in this castle." A nearby guard muttered, not realizing that the building's design really qualified it more as a palace. The first pair (a group, thus still qualifying as 'one') shuffled into the expansive room. The king was sitting upon his throne, an oversized boom-box shaped into a chair. A CD blasted beneath his royal seat, because MP3 players hadn't been invented yet.
The king motioned with his hand and a nearby advisor told them to speak. Frances' man spoke of some issue, but I hadn't bothered to think up what it was. So, ignoring them.

See, ignoring or passing along the personal issues of his country men was something this king was very good at. Unless it was something particularly important he usually preferred to have discussions scheduled and briefed to him beforehand. This gave him more time to think up ways of avoiding paperwork. The daily audiences had thus become more of a way for lesser lords to plead their causes, or else for the average civilian as an alternative to small claims court. Observe:
The second man to come before the king was an average man in every way. He had a complaint against his neighbor, a woman called Agnes who he most emphatically claimed he did not get it from. The woman's dog had apparently been in his cabbage patch digging up the kids. His Majesty wondered what kind of patch this man had been digging in.
The third person tried to sell him a donkey, the fifth this week. Apparently word hadn't gotten to the screening staff yet that all animal sales were supposed to be directed to either the gardener or the cook. He wondered which one this animal was going to end up with. Hmm, maybe we should eat out tonight...

The cool thing about writing on the internet is that it's rarely formal. So, I don't have to worry about things like tense or the fact that 'so,' isn't supposed to be at the beginning of a sentence.

Midway through the audiences, a handful of apples walked(!) into the audience chamber. They told him a tragic story of genocide and the destruction of their own once beautiful kingdom. Stunned, the king turned and consulted his counselors. His head counselor, a fairly wise woman, had taken the day off. Had she been there, the outcome of this event may have been different. As it was the counselors were stumped. Then the kings mother came in and, upon seeing the distraught apple people, invited them all into the kitchen for lunch while they deliberated. The former-queen makes excellent pies. A little priest?

While they deliberate, allow me to tell you another story. Stop me if you've heard this one. I'll probably go on anyway. Once upon a time, in a very real game, there were a pair of boys. They were allowed to have command of their own military unit - because most Teen rated games are about teens doing things they normally can't. Plus, it's medieval fantasy. Anyway, the non-player character-boy suggests they name the unit "Orange". REJECTED! Then you get to name the unit something totally awesome like "Firbreth" (Firebreath is too many letters), "Wircool", or "Pilika". Yeah.
Assume for now that you take his suggestion and name the unit "Orange". The unit's name eventually becomes the army's name, which (spoiler warning) eventually becomes the country's name. Orange Country. Imagine taking a trip to Orange.

Tour Guide: Hi, there. Welcome to Orange Country. Home to a diverse culture and long proud history. Perhaps you'd like to see our beautiful capital, or some of our wonderful mountains, or maybe the illustrious schools.

Tourist: No, actually. I just wanted to look around a bit.
Guide: Very well, but are you sure there isn't something I can direct you to?

Tourist: Actually, I was wondering where I could find the oranges.

Guide: Oranges?

Tourist: Yes, the oranges. I imagine there must be quiet a market for them around here. I mean, you guys named the country after them.

Guide: Well, actually, no. There aren't any oranges. It's too cold for them, really. A few mandarines, maybe in the southern regions. But, no. No oranges.

Tourist: Oh.....

On a related note, this country gets mentioned in the sequel. By default, the region is called "the Dunan". However, if you register the data from the former game into the sequel it replaces "Dunan" with "name-of-your-choice". The Firbreth, The Pilika, THE ORANGE. And they speak of this place almost ominously. "Looming off into the distance is the eminent potential threat of The Orange."

Oh, look. They seem to have finished deliberating. And what does his majesty have to say about the ap- Oh! Ooooh, how unfortunate. Well, one less thing for you to worry about. Eh, Your Majesty?

POWER OUTTAGE! Oh'p, there goes the blogging.
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Spontaneity (the truth in conversation)

2009-02-03T14:48:00.000-08:00

I bring the worst of the worst of all things This Writer of The Blog. That Most Disgusting and Primal of writing: Instant Messaging.
(Co-written by Teresa of T-Zone negligence, without her knowledge.)
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Rebecca : You'd think zombie would be a little more, well, rotten. Are you sure it's not more Vampire?
Teresa: I guess you're a Vampire.
Rebecca : lol
Rebecca : I'm typing lol. I'm typing, but I'm not laughing. [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up-RX_YN7yA ]
Rebecca : lim [Laugh In Mind, a term that I didn’t come up with. A friend of a friend, who’s also a friend, did.]
Teresa: Ah.
Rebecca : Yup....
Rebecca : lipsmack.
Teresa: O.o
Rebecca : I'm sitting here silently, feeling like I'm in the middle of a satisfied pause after a good, long conversation.
Rebecca : Doing the whole lipsmacking thing.
Rebecca : Grinning goofily, listening to the Mid-West music in my head.
Rebecca : It's kinda hillbilly.
Rebecca : And yet more akin to country, and little bit like Spaghetti Western.
Teresa: >.> ...Are you...a nutcase?
Rebecca : No, I'm a Rockbiter!
Teresa: A Rockbiter?!
Rebecca : But, wait.... am I a Rockbiting Vampire now?
Rebecca : Nooooooo!
Rebecca : Nooooooo!
Rebecca : Noooooooo!
Rebecca : I dropped my ice.....
Teresa: XDDD
Rebecca : Susss.
Teresa: Hm?
Rebecca : You need to answer the species question.
Rebecca : I'm so confused.
Rebecca : Self-unidentified.
Rebecca : I can't continue on like this! Can't you understand!
Teresa: I guess...you're...a Becca.
Rebecca : And that's a species now...
Teresa: It is. It's an alien.
Rebecca : The allmighty... Becca.
Rebecca : Oh, an alien.
Teresa: Yes.
Rebecca : ...From what planet?
Teresa: Beccaisms.
Teresa: No, wait!
Teresa: You're a Beccaism from the planet Becca!
Rebecca : Beccaism is a species?
Rebecca : Beccabrainanism?
Teresa: XD
Teresa: LOL!
Rebecca : For reals?
Rebecca : Me too! Lolling!
Teresa: XD
Rebecca : So, what do they on Planet Beccasm - Wait, that name sounds questionable.. - Beccabrainaism?
Rebecca : Mastodons?
Teresa: I...don't know.
Teresa: You tell me.
Rebecca : Hairy Mammoths?
Rebecca : They probably draw cave drawings too.
Rebecca : Of all them Vermicious K’nids.
Rebecca : Or the Lix.....
Teresa: Hm. Lixx.
Teresa: Nasty group
Rebecca : Masterhope, no! Stay away!
Teresa: o.o
Rebecca : It's trying to sell me porn, you know.
Rebecca : But, I won't have it. It's got no flavor.
Teresa: O.o Oh...
Rebecca : Now who told you that you could spell Lix with two Xx's.
Teresa: I like it that way. XD
Rebecca : Why?
Rebecca : Does the second x (sultry voice, that I don't actually have) empower you?
Teresa: XD

Enter a long pause.

Rebecca : Which seems to be pretty normal for IM conversations. It's amazing how we can be talking about something, leave for 15-20 mins, and pick right back up where we left off.
Rebecca : Simply stunning.
Rebecca : And yet we don't even think a second thought about, except for me right now.
Rebecca : As opposed to me right later, when I won't think about it anymore.
Rebecca : We, or I rather, can talk about this for a good half hour and then we'll go right back to the other thing, simply by scrolling up.
Rebecca : I wonder who invented scrolling up?
Rebecca : I wonder why my brain starts think in bad British-impersonation accents when I start rambling like this?
Rebecca : Do you ever think in bad British-impersonation accents?
Teresa: Nope.
Rebecca : Never?
Teresa: Nope.
Rebecca : Well bollocks to you.
Rebecca : (Incidentally, Bollocks comes from an Anglo-Saxon word meaning testicles, so it may not be in proper form to use from now on, hm?.....)
Teresa: O.o
Teresa: Ew.
Rebecca : Yah...
Teresa: Ewwwwwwwwwww.
Rebecca : Actually, Prick is also slang for the same thing, so I should probably refrain from that from now on.
Rebecca : Ah, yes. The harsh truth about slang.
Rebecca : But enough of such trivial, yet disgusting, things.
Rebecca : Let us dance, DANCE!
Teresa: O.O
Rebecca : (Enter the waltz, which I'm doing alone.)
Teresa: *turns on music*
Rebecca : Wah! You can't do that, I was singing some- wait, is it for the dance, or are you just tuning it out?
Teresa: The dance.
Rebecca : What song?
Rebecca : Or, speaking in time, What song-a?
Teresa: "Can I have this dance", from HSM3. XD
Rebecca : Ner!
Teresa: Fine.
Rebecca : I hardly even remember that one.
Teresa: Dance to this. XD
Rebecca : I don't think you can do the Waltz to that one. Or even the Salsa.
Teresa: XD
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Rebecca : Maybe a Waltz on highspeed. (Is that even a Waltz anymore?)
Rebecca : Nope, doesn't count right.
Rebecca : It'll have to be the Macarena. You can do the Macarena to anything.
Rebecca : Even the Barnie song ("I love you"). Try it.
Rebecca : If you time it right, you can do the hugging during the hugging line.
Rebecca : Maybe.

(Another pause....)

Rebecca : Are you actually doing it?
Teresa: No.
Rebecca : Oh....
Rebecca : I was gonna put it on Youtube and everything....
Teresa: YOU do it and embarrass yourself.
Rebecca : Not until the Star-spangled Banner on the duck call is up.
Teresa: Eh.
Rebecca : Not your cup of tea?
Rebecca : (Darjeeling, darling?)

Rebecca : (And yet another pause.... Nooooooo! My Phoooooone!)

Teresa: Phone?
Rebecca : Yes, the one I dropped.
Rebecca : But, that's not important.
Teresa: You dropped it?
Rebecca : Oh, no! That's not important. Haha-ha-haha.
Teresa: ...
Rebecca : No it didn't smash into a million pieces. Pleasedon'ttelldad.
Teresa: O.o
Teresa: What?
(She comes down to check...)
Rebecca : I lied.
Teresa: Liar!
Teresa: Just like [Aaaactually this was a private joke.]
Rebecca : No, I declare a moratorium on all things related!
Rebecca : I thought we covered that back in slang!
Teresa: XD
Rebecca : It's surprisingly hard to keep the momentum going, you know? Maybe that's why there’s been more successful solo comedians. I mean, when was the last time you actually heard a decent comedy skit done by more than one parson.
Rebecca : Or a parson at all, for that matter.
Rebecca : Not to call us comedians, which is somewhat presumptuous. That would be assuming that we're funny.
Rebecca : And it's an awfully funny person who assumes his funny without outside input.

(Moooore Awkward Silence-Maaaaan!)

BUZZ!!!
Teresa: I had nothing to say.
Teresa: Stop buzzing me.
Rebecca : You're killing the momentum.
Teresa: Eh. I think Spider Near is more interesting.
Rebecca : You're ruining the great big joke I have in store for you.
Teresa: Hm?
Rebecca : You wanna know?
Teresa: Sure
Rebecca : I'm gonna post this whooooole conversation on my blog!
Teresa: Really?
Rebecca : Bye!

YouTube Ate Me (and titles go in all-caps)

2009-01-07T12:02:00.000-08:00

"So, where've you been Kelly!"
What, I'm not Kelly! Kelly's a boys name. At least it is in the UK, where that tiny little Barbie is known as Shelly. The first time I saw that I had no idea why the cloths said Shelly on the back. I thought Toys R Us was selling a weird off-brand.

"Well, enough about you Kelly."
I told you, my name's not Kelly. Kelly is a boys name, and I'm clearly a girl. Never mind the fact that I'm speaking in a girl-pretending-to-be-a-guy-with-a-mock-British-accent voice. Good great goshness and all that. Cherio. That's what I want for breakfast. Cherrios.

"Kelly...."
I'm hungry, dang it. And what've I told me about writing when I'm hungry! Well, actually nothing. But that's entirely besides the point! What've you been up to, also not Kelly?

"Oh, I just had a life altering event that you can't follow..."
Swallow.
"What?"
I can't swallow. I could follow it, you see. But I can't swallow it.
"No, Kelly. You can't follow."
Are you saying I can't handle it? Is it TOO MUCH for me?! Is that it!? Huh, huh, HuuuuUUUUUHHHHH?!!!
"......................"

"You should go eat if your hungry."
You're right.....

INTERVENTION - I mean -MISSION!
Wait, does that mean that the intermission is out to save something? Or maybe it's in the middle of something? Like inter-mission. The middle of the mission. In the middle of the mission they took a break. Yeah.
BE QUITE and EAT!

Commercial

Kevin: Jessie.... when're we gonna be a chums again?
Jessie: I'd say when the I wins the girl.
Jessie rides off on his too-cool-for-you motorcycle.
Narrator: In a place where a couple guys lived.

Kevin lies in bed.
Kevin: Deity..... If you really give a care.
Narrator: In time of something lacked hope.
Kevin: Maybe you could help us forget the girl a little.
Narrator: ....... I forgot my lines......
Kevin: I'd really like.... to be a chums again.

Sports announcer on a mike: Modern and fantasy collide, and the plot is blown!
Enter the music they use in every Aristocats commercial.

Guy in fantasy garb: Just call me Alison!
Kevin stares.
Alison: No believes that's my real name but you.
Announcer: (Tone of disbeleif) How did he get here!

Kevin talks to Gary.
Kevin: This guy came out of nowhere and he picked up somebody's car.
Gary: Great a psycho-guy!

Jessie in a well-dressed room, talking to a girl.
Jessie: I felt some kind of power coming from somewhere. It must've been that shiny thing I found inside that cave.
Narrator: Oh, yeah! They give the world...."
Alison flashes a debonaur smile while riding a bicycle...
Narrator: Something to believe in....
and he crashes into a lamp-post.
Narrator: Or laugh at.

A crowd of people sit in assembly in front of a well dressed Jessie, who stands on a stage.
Jessie: You can call it magic...
Alison: I won't work for anyone but a certain Evil Lord.
Jessie: You can call it strength...
Gary: That goes for me too.
Jessie: You can call it whatever you like.
Kevin: Wait, what?

A guy and a girl stand outside on the street.
Guy: We need some kind of clue.
Girl: I'll go ask that guy, okay? (pointing to Kevin)

Dramitic words come flying out of nowhere with a dramatic pounding and that music from the Narnia commercials, completely overtaking Everybody Wants To Be A Cat.

Blog: The Movie

Commercial end

Bawhahah-hoho. BWaaaaaa!
"Oh, knock it off, Kelly. What is it?"
Sniff. We don't have any Cherrios. I had to eat Rice Che-he-he-he-hex! Ah-ha-ha. (PS, the crying not laughter.) Boohoohoohoo.
"Oh, stop it! You're making my mock-British accent thicker. I can't stand it when you get this way."
And I can't stand it when you call me Kelly. If you call me Kelly again, I'm gonna have to do something painful to you.
"Kelly." She said with a flat tone and annoyed expression, as she shot me de-

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2007-12-05T22:55:00.000-08:00

I found a new program so.... no new story today.

I wrote the song. It's on my website. But, I didn't animate the video. Well, I arranged the video, but I didn't animate them. Such gloss is only managed by people with lots of prestige and money, like Disney. Oh, wait.

Hit me up with another short post!

2007-11-08T11:45:00.000-08:00

Life

“Why?” asked the toddler
as the toy was taken away,
wiped clean,
and put on a higher shelf

“Why?” asjed the child
who was told by her mother
not to slack
and to ruin a perfectly organized room

“Why?” asked the teen
who was told to stay home
by herself
and to never have any fun in the evenings

“Why?” asked the young woman
who was told she couldn’t do the job
to go home
and to start her mad search all over again

“Why?” asked the woman
when she told he wasn’t ready
Let’s be friends
keep in touch. We’ll see.

“Why?” asked the mother
as the child refused to listen
or look,
or even acknowledge she was speaking

From the author of The Apple Kingdom...

2007-10-30T16:01:00.000-07:00

And so, as Halloween drew closer, so too did the kitchen cupboard become more filled with candy. Little Abby-Aaron snuck into the kitchen, his little grubby fingers groping widely at the air. “Just one won’t be missed.” He told himself with wide eyes and a devious smile.
However, just as he was reaching into the bag, a clawed hand made entirely out of candy reached out and grabbed Abby-Aaron by the wrist, pulling him in.
Inside the cupboard, he let out silent screams as he found himself packed into the bag he’d just been reaching for - as a roll of Smarties!

There he stayed unable to be heard, unable to move. “Dear Lord,” He thought. “If ever I get out of here, I swear I’ll never sneak another piece of candy again!” The nights went on as he thought and prayed. But, Halloween came upon them all too soon. His surroundings shifted. He could feel the bag move. He looked up, shocked. His mother was pouring the bag, and Abby-Aaron, into the candy bowl. He landed on a pile of assorted Hershey’s and Reese’s with a roll, crunch, and an echoing crinkle.

The hours went by. His heart leapt- for all the sugar it was now- every time the doorbell rang. However, each time he thought he was done for the children would dig further into the bowl, scrounging wildly for the milk chocolate underneath him. He was buried, lost in tide of sugar and plastic. A nearby roll broke beside him and threw some of its broken, powdery pieces onto his package. He froze in terror. The bowl was placed down. And for a while, nothing happened. He began to think that all the children were done. His spirits rose. Then, the doorbell rang.

Ring-a-ding! He felt his heart jump in his wrapper. Ring-a-ding! His sister came to the door. Ring-a-ding! She lifted the near-empty bowl off the wooden stool. Creeeeeeak!
“Trick or Treat!” He heard a terrible squeal, high and cracking. He could’ve sworn his soul sweated where his powder body couldn’t. The bowl was lowered. He could see the cloudy sky, the roof of their porch- covered in cobwebs. And, he saw the beast. It lowered its stubby hands into the plastic dish and rustled around, pulling him out with another terrifying squeal! He screamed, screamed, though no one heard him. He fell, forever it seemed, into a white, airy tube. Thud! He landed in a sea of assorted snacks and prematurely empty wrappers.

He was waiting again, and looking around widely. He could feel something rapidly pulsing inside him. Blood, sugar? Fear! The minutes, hours, days (he thought) passed by. Nothing was around him but candy and white. Nothing happened but the shaking, and the eating. Finally, it was his turn. He felt the round serpents wrap themselves around him and pull him up. She looked at him directly, confidently, hungrily, and she stripped him of his cover. Immediately, he felt himself fall apart both physically and mentally. She reached down and gobbled up the first piece: his feet, a delectable orange. His mind blanked in shock. He began to lose himself in every way. And…….
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No one was sure what had happened to Abby-Aaron. Most assumed he’d been kidnapped by some child predator on Halloween night. Most learned to put his memory aside. Thus, his tale went untold for many long years, until….
“Jacob, we shouldn’t! It’s not Halloween yet!”
“Just one won’t be missed!”

Assorted Poems (A toon before the show)

2007-10-30T11:59:00.000-07:00

Mist on the Treeline

Gold and Green
Spires reaching for the heavens
Arms reaching for the world
Standing
In sporadic lines
Constant, Fading, green and graying

A sea
Of white embraces them
Holds possessively to what eyes
Can’t
Reach

Sinking
Giants sink into each other
Row by Row
Thicker by the line

Drowning in white
Natures Titans fade slowly, gradually
Semi-sweet chocolate in watery milk
Silhouetted on a blind horizon

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You don’t need a thesis for a poem
(Working title)

I’m breathing her warmth
Her fine fibers soaking into my lungs
She shifts
It’s soft like pancakes
Tubby soft expands and recedes
Suffocating
“Get off my face, Kitty!”
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Ode to the Lamp-post

Ode to the Lamp-post
May you stand forever
And if you do
The man who made you
May ever be called clever

(I know, you've seen the last one before, but what the hey. Right?)

Greatest Game in the World..... Tribute.

2007-10-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

Castle of the May Sigh on the Pale Blue Water
(A tribute)

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祉福明け ................. (shifuku ake – blessed Dawn)
湖の中 ..................... (mizuumi no naka – upon the lake)

ぞうげ城 ................... (zouge shiro – ivory castle)
残された物 ................(nokosareta mono – that which was left behind)
華麗な強さ ............... (karei na tsuyosa – an elegant strength)

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The blessings of Dawn
Sitting on the lake surface
Ivory Castle
Left by the ancients
Standing strong and elegant

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Authors note: This work was a collaborative effort between myself, Mom (who knows how to use a dictionary), and my sister, Eleanor (who is a walking Jap-English dictionary). Wait, what did I do?

There is no more, have a nice day.

2007-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00

Marlo stood agape. Someone had set his stuffed owl on fire.
"Wicky-woo!" He called to the charred fluffy remains, which were dangling from a tree by a jump-rope around it's neck. Marlo jumped up and down, trying to reach it, but it was too high for his 6 yr old arms to reach.

He ran inside, scrapping to a stop in the wood-floored living room.
"We just varnished that." His brother said, with his nose in a book. Marlo started to stutter and panic.
"Wi-wi-wi! Wicky-woo-hooo!" His brother looked up.
"What about him?"
"H-he-he! He's in the- Help!" Marlo turned a fine shade of red from the continuous screaming. His brother rolled his eyes and turned back to the book. "Wicky-woo!" Marlo cried again.
His brother rolled his eyes a second time and put a marker in his book.
"Yah, yah." He said, messing Marlo's hair as he stood. "Let's go see ol' Wicky."

Soon, his brother was standing with a mouth wide open. Marlo hopped up and down, reaching wildly. "Help!" He cried. A tremendous grin spread across his brothers face as he took in the sight. Marlo stopped jumping and ran up to him. "Oh, please help!" He said again, pointing to the tree. His brother looked down at him and, with a mischievous look in his eyes, said: "I think someone's out to kill you."

Hanging in the doorway (aka Experiment 645, chapter b, subsection 12)

2007-10-11T14:56:00.000-07:00

Lord, they’re in the way.
(We) Can’t just let them stay.
No. Come here, my dear!

Look, right here. Right here!
Get the broom. Come here!
Up there, by this door.

And, right there are some more.
Just come and do this chore!
Come here and shoo the webs.

Gracious, Holly. Yelling
loudly about webbing
isn’t proper manners.

Mark, this is no time
for jokes , and if I find
just one missed web then I-

This place looks like a sty!
Yet, all day there you lie.
Get up and do some work!

And if you dare to shirk,
if all day there you lurk,
I’ll throw out that chair.

Darned, Blasted Banshee.
Without delay, lovely!
Supply yonder sweeper.

Authors note: Poem was originally typed with some verses on the left side and some on the right. Blogger gets confused when you do that, so I've made the "right side" verses green to differentiate.

I forgot about Fate.

2007-10-01T14:09:00.000-07:00

This post has been brought to you by the League of Randomly picked words: Doctor, Knight, candlestick, spatula, shiny, and Fate.

I couldn’t concentrate on the game. The thought of my upcoming doctor’s appointment plagued me every moment.
“Your move.” Jackie said. I looked up from my thoughts, being pulled back to the break room.
“Oh, right.” I moved my knight three spaces to the left and accomplished nothing. Jackie shook her head and moved her bishop. “Checkmate.”
I nodded absentmindedly, returning to my thoughts.
“You know, Jane. You really-“ She sighed. I looked up at the sagely advice she thought I never listened to. “Never mind. Let’s get back to work.”

Leaving the break room, I picked an order up off the counter and pushed into the kitchen. Anthony was inside, doing juggling tricks with a spatula. He called out to me as I passed. “Hey, Jane! We’re going to Vegas this weekend, just you and me!” I giggled and shook my head. Although the thought of Los Vegas had its appeal, Anthony was really the last person I planned on going with.

After delivering a few orders, Roger, the clerk, pulled me aside and pointed out a table.
“…and the man wants candle light, and champagne the moment his partner arrives. So, when she’s seated…”
I nodded, but fixed my gaze on the attractive man I was to be serving. He looked rich; a doctor or lawyer maybe… Finally, Roger finished and left me to my work. It wasn’t long before the woman came in: blindfolded. Roger led her by the hand and had her seated across from the man. They looked good together. I came just as the blindfold was being taken off and placed a candlestick in the middle of the table. The look on her face was classic. No, cliché maybe. As I poured the champagne, he pulled something shiny out of his pocket and handed it to his partner. She looked so filled with joy. I felt like an intruder on there moment. Or maybe this is what extras feel like in a play.

Having played my part, I couldn’t stand another moment of it. I took their order and left just as the hugging started. Back in the kitchen, I was also back to my own life. Anthony winked at me and I rolled my eyes back at him. Still, Vegas didn’t sound bad now.

Experiment based on a given first line.

2007-09-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

Brought to you by the Association of People Who're Finally Getting Creative Writing Classes (APFGCWhat?). Also sponsored in part by the Council of Wouldn't You Like To Know (We're talk to you Council of PNCF!).
We present to you "Where were you last night?"

“Where the hell were you last night?”
“Uh….” Andrew bowed his head and looked away.
“We’re waiting.”
“…. About.” He muttered. It was hardly a response, but there was no way he could tell where he’d really been. How he’d gone to the hills for more of the hermit’s “medicines”.
“Sir Finnegan,” Another council member chimed in. “I don’t think you realize the serious of your situation.” Many of their heads nodded. The old lady raised a hand and stopped the coming flow of comments.

“Sir Finnegan,” She leaned in low. “Last night, at roughly 9:00, the hill tribes came from the mountains and ransacked our beloved Ivory City. They broke through the sentries, and had no trouble with the guards.”
“And you’re saying it’s my fault we have incompetent guards.” Andrew retorted, looking up with feigned confidence. He bit his tongue quickly as a council member muttered.
“Such as yourself?”
“Andrew,” The old lady continued. “You were sent here by the Order of Maine.”
Andrew nodded, cringing. He’d heard this lecture before.
“Did they, or did they not, tell you to stand by your assigned town and defend to your last under any situation?”
“That is the general idea, but the promises of the Order are really more like –“
She raised her hand again. “Sir Finnegan, it seems you really don’t understand yet the seriousness of your neglect.”

Andrew shifted his weight between feet; he felt nervous. His mouth felt dry and his hands sweaty. The council paused and many members held their breath. The old lady raised her hand again and muttered to a nearby attendant. “Let me show you the seriousness of your damage, Sir Finnegan.”
He opened his mouth to fight that comment, but decided against it. He watched as an attendant brought in an injured city guard. He had a cast or bandage on nearly every part of his body.

“Do you see this man, Sir Finnegan?” The old woman motioned to the guard. “This is a man that stood by his duty, who stood on guard, who didn’t wander off unannounced.”
“And look what happened to him.” Andrew muttered. She caught it and glared.
“This man served his duty despite knowing the risk to himself. Because of ‘what happened to him’ many savages were held at bay long enough for the people to get to safety.” She motioned for the attendant to take the guard and leaned forward again. “Now, imagine how many someone of your skill would have held back…” She laced her fingers together in front of her face and stared right through him.

“Look,” Andrew stuttered. “Uh, yah see. I’m sorry!”
“Of course you are.”
“I mean it! I… didn’t realize how much you needed me here.”
“As usual.” The woman leaned back in her chair, taking her eyes off him. “Clearly, Sir Finnegan, you are not well suited for this post. Perhaps you should consider another career, like stable boy.”
“Ouch.” He thought. “Look, I’ll prove it to you! I’ll go up into the mountains and recover everything the bandits took!”
“No, Andrew.” She seemed to be paying more attention to the drinks being served then to his pleas. “The mountains are the last place I want you going right now.” She gave him a knowing, yet threatening glance. It froze him in place. “Right now, I want you to stay here in case of another attack.”

Some council members whispered. “Would it not be in our favor to retrieve the stolen property.” “We’ll have nothing to lose by him going, except maybe Finnegan.” The whisper turned to snickers.
“Sir Finnegan will stay here. He needs to learn his place.” The old woman stood up tall and stared hard at him. A senior council member raised his hand. “I propose we break for lunch.”

Mary-Sue Project - Part 3

2007-07-24T01:28:00.000-07:00

We will return to Mary-Sue Project - Part 3 after these messages.

Gary: Sigh. Why don't the chicks dig me?
Tiff: Because they all love them Bishonen peoples.
Gary: What's a bi show nen?
Tiff: It's one 'o them a-nee-may guys with long hair, narrow faces, swords that seem to be compensating for something, and really long dark coats.
Gary: Gee, I'll never be one of those.
Tiff: Do ya have a sword?
Gary: Yah.
Tiff: Do ya have a long coat?
Gary: Yah.
Tiff: And your face is narrow enough, so what's the problem?
Gary: I'll never grow long hair in time to attract the ladies.
Tiff: Sure ya do!
Gary: I do?
Tiff: With Hair Grow, you can have all the hair you like! Green hair! (A man with a green Mohawk think that reaches three stories appears) Red hair! (A man in a knock-off kilt walks in.) Flowing, long black hair with blue highlights! (Take your pick....)
Gary: Wow, with Hair Grow I can get all the chicks I want! Huzzah! (Hold out a bottle.)
(Oh, no. You are not seeing an image of him after the fact.)
All: Hair Grow, for hair so fine! It makes me not bald, and it makes my hair shine! Hair Groooow!
Gary: Use Hair Grow!
Tiff: The market's been screaming for it!

We now return to the Mary-Sue Project - Part 3. We apologize for running over time.

"Cynthia!" Franko chased after the bandit floating through the air (by use of his magical cape).
"Don't worry about me, Franko." Cynthia called after. "Tell father to, no matter what, never give into his demands! I'll be fine!"

With that, the lady disappeared into the night leaving only faint bandit laughter on the breeze.
"No, no, Cynthia!"
"Oh, calm down Franko." Clastro sat beside the unconscious lord. "This is not how an Evil Lord's vassal should act."
"Which evil lord are we serving again?" Alison walked around in a daze.
"We have to save her." Franko turned and faced the others with a dramatic swish.
"I think he's infected." Alison said with a pointed finger. That is, he was pointing. He finger didn't say anything.
"Completely hopeless." Clastro shook her head. "You heard the tart. She doesn't want to be saved. She-"
"Don't call her a tart!" Franko snapped. "She's... she's... She's beautiful."
"Ho, crap." Alison pointed to the ceiling and fell backwards.

Scene Change!
The boys sat in Cynthia's living room, thinking. Franko thought about Cynthia's expression as that man took off with her. It's my fault. He thought. If we hadn't insisted on having every person with a cape invited to that party, he never would've made it into the house.
Alison thought of different things. Man, too bad the party ended early. I was gonna eat some of those tarts once I was hungry again.

Clastro walked back out of the room where they'd layed the lord of the manor to rest. She sat down across from them and sighed. The boys looked at her expectantly.
"Her father said...." They waited and gulp. Clastro dropped her head. "to go get her." The guys cheered.
"I knew we couldn't leave her!" Franko exclaimed.
"What kinda evil are you?" Clastro mumbled.
Alison also cheered. "Y-es! We're gonna kick some buutt, we're gonna kick some buutt." Clastro cupped her head in her palm. "Unbelievable."

After careful (and very dramatically filmed) preparation, with the supervision of Cynthia's father (and a determined background), the three made their way up the mountain which the bandit called home. I have no idea what the rest of the people called it. On their way up they saw a giant bear (which was actually a rock) that scared Alison out of the few wits he had, and he ran all the way down the mountain until they had to start again. Three attempts later they saw the bear for what it was.

Seemingly hours passed as they trekked up the mountain side. Franko was filled with courage as cinematic background music swelled from the hills. Bunnies came out of hiding and ran across the fields, foxes soon joined them in their frolic. The two groups eventually crossed the path and stopped at the trio's feet as if to..... The three continued on, ignoring the savage wild life.

They got up into the beautiful heights of the mountain, looking down into the misty valleys. It was a sight to behold, accent by the whistling cold wind and Alison's whining.
"My feet hurt, dang it. Princess Pantyhose can wait until after our break."
"Much as I hate agreeing with him, I think we should take a break." Clastro looked to Franko for the final call. He nodded.
"Yah, we should- Wait, do you hear that?" The three strained their ears. "That singing, it's-"
"A nightmare." Clastro mumbled.
Alison listened for a moment. "Can't she wait until after- Okay, don't look at me like that. Geesh."

The sound came from just up the mountain. They followed it only a short distance until they came to a cave. The innocent sound of the lovely Cynthia echoed from within like a leaf on the lake. It made the dark, dank cave seem like a heaven on earth. Without a word, as if under a spell, the Franko made his way into the cave. (The others tailed behind with similar silence.) The winding natural maze was made easy by her guiding song. Finally, a small light shone and they walked into a natural, well rounded room. The kind you find bandits in in all the video games. In the back of the room, a pot was boiling over a fire. Cynthia was standing by it, singing to her captor.

"Hey," Alison cut in. Cynthia stopped suddenly. "what's going on here?"

"She's so beautiful." The bandit had tears in his eyes. "I have to make her my bride."
"I don't think so!" Franko came up and struck a pose similar to Alison's current fist-in-the-air one. Realizing how weird it was, he quickly abandoned it.
"You've come to save me?" Cynthia looked troubled, almost on the verge of tears.
"Yah, well. Much as some of us hated to, we came." Clastro said, brushing her hair back. It got her thinking how not-shiny hers was compared to Cynthia's.
"You shouldn't have. I- I didn't want you in trouble...." They paused for a moment, just so Cynthia could have her dramatic moment. "But, thank you."

"Alright, enough of this!" The bandit pulled a large wooden spoon out of the boiling pot and swung it towards them. "I'll have you know, this woman is going to be my wife."
"Not if we kick your butt first!" Aliso exclaimed. He struck a kung-fu pose and made a weird sound. "Wwwaaaaaa!"
Franko looked around and picked up a chair, which he tried to break on a nearby stone. Well, the back of it broke off anyway. Clastro pulled out a pre-armed ornate sword.

A dramatic battle ensued. Franko jumped higher then was normally possible for him and clubbed the bandit on the head. Alison pulled out Chinese movie moves that weren't even physically possible, especially not in his clothes. Clastro blocked and parried, blocked and parried, dodged and sliced. The bandits arm fell off. The guys stared. Unfortunately, it wasn't the armed arm and so, even though she un-armed him, he still beat her into a wall with his giant spoon. She was out.

"Clastro..." Franko stepped away from the battle and looked over her wounds, leaving Alison to get the crud beat out of him. And crud did fly, like stuffing from a teddy bear. Suddenly, a shrill, terrifying, yet beautiful shriek pierced their ears.
"Stop iiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" The ringing echoed through the cave, and a gaping hole opened up in the ceiling. (Yet, for some reason, no one was crushed by rock.) They all looked up. It seemed to be raining now. They soup got ruined, and the two fighters started complaining about wet clothes. Franko looked up, wondering what miracle had saved him from being crushed. Clastro's was more worried about her ears.

The rain poured down, filling them with a mysterious sense of awe and peace. Cynthia seemed happiest of all. Just then, a light came down and a man with it. He had long hair that flowed like water, and was colored like sunshine. Even before he landed on the ground, with the softest touch, they could see the light in his shining blue eyes. They were like pools of water themselves. Cynthia ran over to the man and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Alan, oh, Alan. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Cynthia." The mysterious man said.

The guys' jaws dropped, and even Clastro looked a little dumbfounded.
"It's been so long since you left, Alan. I-I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
"And I'm not supposed to see you. But when I heard you were captured so high on the mountain, I had to-"
"Oh, Alan. Thank you."
"You're safe now, that's all that matters."
Alison and the bandit looked at each other. "Wanna hit the town?"Alison asked, and they went.
"Alan," Cynthia wrapped her arms around his back and leaned against his smooth chest. "why can't you come back? Just walk down the mountain, and join us again in the city."
"Oh, Cynthia." He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair, though he had a sad look in his eyes. "I can't. You know I'm married to the spirit of the sky." Cynthia nodded.
"For the sake of the town." She held him tighter.
"For the sake of the town."

Cynthia released her grip and stepped back. "Go to her." She said. "I'll always have you..." She took his smooth hand, brushed it against her cheek, then placed it over her heart. "Here."
Alan nodded, held her close one last time, and returned to the sky from whence he came.
Cynthia turned to them. Franko was looking at her like a desperate abandoned puppy. "I'm so sorry." She said to him. "I'm... in love."

They quietly made their way down the mountain, admittedly quicker. In hindsight, they couldn't decide if it was because they were going down hill, or because they didn't have Alison with them. With down hearts, they entered the mansion to the welcoming arms of the lord. Cynthia had a happy reunion. Meanwhile, Clastro and Franko decided it was time the three of them left town, just as soon as they found Alison.

Authors note: The size looks way to small to me. It's all screwed up. I've attempted to fix it, but I might have messed it up more. Apologies for the inconvience.

Re-schedule

2007-06-30T04:02:00.000-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen, the next installment of the Mary-Sue Project has been set back due to weather, a lack of ties at this event, and probably also for the same reason Harry Potter became a summer movie instead of Christmas. Instead, I 'd like to direct you to the little diversion up there ^^^ Click^^^ whilst we hire another script writer.

Note to self, sleep before typing, you'll be more efficient.

Intermission! (Drivers are Lemmings and Sheep)

2007-06-11T13:55:00.000-07:00

Okay, just so you know, I'm between classes and I haven't slept yet. Gyeh he, or whatever that is. Blaaaaargh-a.

Hem hem. I would like to propose the idea that drivers are like sheep, and lemmings. One goes one direction, and they all follow off a cliff. Yaaaaaaaagh ker-splat! (Darn, I told me self no more Disney.)
Here's how the theory works. One driver sits behind another at a stop light. For whatever reason, the driver up front moves forward three and a half inches. The driver behind sees movement and, even though they're obviously not going anywhere, they also move forward three and a half inches.
I would like you to imagine this with an accent that rolls the word "three", by the way. And nothing but the word "three".

See how the driver moves, so carefully creeping forward into the lane full of speeding cars. He obviously trusts his so-and-so many ton piece of metal to keep him safe from the other tons of metal, all going thirty miles faster. The driver behind will see the creep and, not wanting lose a mile, will take the inch. Thus, the entire line does this until some maniac in the back thinks it's time to go forward and they all rush forward and a screeching- that's the sound effect, not the adjective -way-to-fast-for-a-red-light miles per hour. Okay, so maybe that last part was docu-drama.

At any rate, it is a fact that if the person at front creeps forward for whatever reason (dozed off, hitting brake in time to music, or maybe to squish a bug- poor bug) the people behind will always follow, filling up the inches in between. Person they are doing this subconsciously in order to aid their car-addicted society. If everyone sardines just close enough we'll all surely have room for every mother's child, and some of the father's too, to be on the road. In this way, we can all be car-addicted together.

Ka-hurm, hrmph!
Hm, I feel like I had a much more important side note to make, like it was the moral and backbone of the whole story. Never mind that this post actually wasn't a story. Anyway. I forgot it, maybe it's in the mail... like that egg..... Mmm, fried egg.

Mary Sue Project - Part 2

2007-05-28T16:09:00.000-07:00

Graceful piano music floated through the afternoon air. Birds in their new nests lifted their heads to listen to it, and toddlers, waiting for lunch, tipped an ear towards its sweet serenade. Inside the mansion, Cynthia's manicured fingers dance across keys. Her nails were painted with a thin pink gloss. Golden light shined in from the sun-roof and shone down upon her hair and her hair alone. It brought out the gold in it.

Clastro folded her arms and seethed as the lady started a verse of Pachabel's Canon. Every note bruised her skull. Alison couldn't help but feel that the song being played wasn't supposed to exist in this universe, and it surrounded the girl with more apparent mystery. Franko walked into the room following a maid with a tray. The maid set the tray on a small tea table and Franko sat in front of it. He looked about ready to say something, but lost it in the sound of the music. Two verses passed, eventually reaching a majestic conclusion, before anyone could speak again.
Cynthia closed her book of sheet music and turned around.
"Oh, Franko. You should have said lunch was ready."

Franko shook his head. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself. Come on, sit down." He motioned for them all to sit in the chairs. The group complied and meal was started.
"Franko tells me" Cynthia noted between graceful sips. "that your looking for someone. Someone in power? Maybe I could help you."

Clastro looked at Franko over her bread. "Did he? What else did you tell her?"
Franko was eating his own bread. "I told her what you told me. We're looking for a women with a cape."
Alison snorted beverage up his nose, accidentally. He was also beginning to wonder where all his dialog went. Cynthia blinked pure concern through her tear glands. She offered Alison a tissue, which he promptly used at the table.
"Thanks for the offer, but I can't think what help you could be." Clastro tried desperately to discredit Cynthia in any way.
"She's the daughter of the local lord." Franko debunked. "If anyone has met caped people around here it's going to be her."
"It's not like she's gonna know every caped person in the territory." Alison debunked back.
"I've met nearly every person in my father's lands, and many others in the neighboring ones. I'm familiar with every lord in neighboring lands." (Behold the italics of absolute grace)

Clastro and Alison dropped their jaws at Cynthia's apparent omnipotent wisdom. Clastro was even more astonished at the way she recited it like she was giving directions to the store. The acute knowledge even seemed to have Franko off kilter. Cynthia looked back and forth across their faces. "My friends, did you doubt I could keep my word? I will introduce you to every caped person in my knowledge until you are satisfied you have found the right person."
Alison snerked. "Lady, you don't even know what we're gonna do to the person." He was filled with joy at his first line in months.
Cynthia shook her head with a smile. "It does not matter to me what you seek to do. I only wish to help people in need." And her eyes shined with promise.

As he gazed into her eyes Franko was filled with a memory he'd long since wanted to forget.
Long awaited child of peace.
He shook the memory from his mind and re-focused. Why was he thinking that?

Alison was laughing. Not the fun kind, but the snerking kind that says you missed the real joke. Cynthia wondered what there was to get.
"Y-you don't even realize- BAHhahahaha! Your gonna be helping us commit m-" Clastro slapped her hand over his mouth.
"It's nothing to worry about." Clastro laughed nervously. After a bit Cynthia joined her, though it was short lived. Cynthia soon returned to her usual distant, sorrowful, and did I mention mysteriously alluring expression.

There was an awkward silence during which Cynthia adjusted her hair back behind it's ear and smiled so sweetly, yet nervously. Her luscious, gentle pink lips curled up into a small awkward smile. Then, her eyes shone with ingenious beyond her age.

"How about this." The others stared up at her as she broke the silence. "I'll host a party and invite as many cape owning people as can come. Then, you can look over them and try to find the person your searching for."
"What are you gonna call it, the Cape Caper?" Alison snickered, just before Clastro beat him with the teacup, which promptly broke.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Cynthia's eyes glistened. Everyone stared in shock. Two seconds later, Franko got this huge, out-of-character grin on his face. He walked up to Cynthia and sdqueezed her hands gently between his own.
"Yes," He agreed. "That sounds like a great idea."

Another teacup flew through the air and hit Franko on the flank of his head. He rubbed it impatiently, switching his grip on her hands to only one of his own. "Ow. C'mon, Clastro. You've gotta agree it's not a bad idea. It's a lot faster then visiting each person individually."
Clastro bit her lower lip and held her tongue. She didn't think it was bad, she just couldn't stand the look Franko was getting.
"Look," Clastro held the teapot at ready. "we'll go through this party plan, but if nothing turns up then we really have to get going."
Franko stared at her long. "Deal."

Hours later, the main hall of Cynthia's house was filled to the brim with important looking people, all wearing capes. The capes came in all shapes and colors. Short red capes, long blue capes with gold undersides, V-cut tie-dye capes, capes embroidered with elaborate family crests; all were seen under the roof being worn by equally decorated people. The trio looked around with mouths agape. (hehe, agape sounds like a cape)

Mary Sue Project - Part I

2007-05-23T11:45:00.000-07:00

Another beautiful morning. Children were giggling on their way to school, shop keepers shouted out to welcome customers, and the work animals were baying their morning songs. Franko pulled back the silken curtains and let the sun soak into his eyes. He sighed deeply. He didn't know why, but every morning had been like this since they came to this city. Pleasant, welcoming, warm and bright. And, for reasons he couldn't explain, he was loving every one of them.

Clastrophobia wasn't loving them so much. Mornings like these made her feel nauseous inside. Every morning here was like a hammer hitting her in the head that scooped her brains with the pick end onto a skillet to be scrambled like eggs. She looked at Franko through narrowly opened eyes and groaned. He was doing it again. Clastro shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see the worst part of their nightmare of a stay.

Every single morning, Franko looked out the window directly at the tower across the way. The tall, ivy covered tower was home to the tragically beautiful Cynthia, daughter of the town lord. She had been the one to take them into her home when her father was about to turn them away at the door three nights ago. It was hailing when they came to the door, and she was the most wonderful thing they'd seen in weeks, as she still was for the two guys. For Clastro though, she was an abomination of the senses. She had to get the guys out of there, or kill Cynthia while trying.

Franko sighed again, causing Clastro to shudder in disgust. Cynthia had appeared in her window. Gently she sang with the voice of an angel. Bird gathered around her windowsill and perched upon her shoulders and fingers. The work animals, happily going about their work, looked up at their mistress with admiration. Even Alison, who got up earlier to poke the dogs with wooden sticks, beamed with pride at the chance to hear such a beautiful voice. Cynthia's wonderful, soprano voice rose to a high point that carried itself all the way across the city. Everyone stopped their work to lend an ear.

"So beautiful." One villager noted, with a tear in his eye.

The song ended just as the sun was starting to rise into its higher position in the sky. There was a moment of silence as the city slowly came back to life. The animals continued their own work song, and children continued to giggle their way to learning. Cynthia giggled like a bubbling brook at a joke a bird was telling her. It whispered sweet nothings into her ear, then hopped to the end of her finger.

"No, really?" The bird nodded, an unusual characteristic for it. "Then you should say." The bird looked shy. "Go on, tell her. She's waiting for you." Cynthia lifted her hand, coaxing the bird to fly. The bird looked hesitant, but flew away with zest. Cynthia smiled, her sea-green eyes shining like emeralds. She pressed her hand against her lip and stifled the last of her hope filled laughter.

Franko didn't realize it, but he'd slumped down into the windowsill and was pressing both hands against his cheeks. He giggled when she giggled, and he watched the bird absent minded as it flew away. This was another part of the morning her couldn't get over. Cynthia, he thought, must be the most wonderful person he'd ever met. Beautiful beyond compare, she had radiant hair that fluttered in the wind. Her golden-auburn curls bounced about playfully with every step she took. Her laughter was perfect harmony; her smile the most perfectly cut diamond. He couldn't think of anything about her that wasn't perfect. Even her flowing, satin dresses remained unmarred despite age and weather. And yet, she always looked so sad.

"You know," Franko said dreamily. "I heard that used to be her mother's dress."

Clastro didn't want to hear it. She looked at Franko with burning fury in her eyes. Really, anyone who looked could see burning infernos instead of pupils. She slammed shut the draw she'd stored her things in. She couldn't take it anymore. She stepped over, grabbed Franko by the hair, and shook his head.

"Agh!" He thrashed about and reached for her gripping hand.

"Did you forget what we're doing here?" Clastro ripped and pulled in three different directions. "Who we're looking for?!"

"I know, I know!" Franko managed to rip himself free of her grip. Her stood on level with her, rubbing his head. "But are we really going to find some "lady in a cape"? Do you know people that could be? Look Alison is exhausted." He thrust a hand out the window, Clastro looked. Alison was wasting his energy antagonizing the animals. She looked at Franko sceptically. Clearly he was making excuses, they both could tell.

Franko's expression went from defensive to apologetic. He took Clastro's hands.
"Come on, Clastro. Let's stay here for just a few more days. I- I feel we're gonna find something any day now." Clastro ripped her hands from his grip. He was being pathetic in her mind, and she couldn't stand to see another minute of it. She stormed out the door and down the stairs of the guest house. Franko sighed with exasperation and rubbed his still aching head.
All the while, Alison rolled in the dirt with animals.

CynthiA

2007-05-10T11:32:00.000-07:00

When the rain stops I'll be with you as you caress the half-wilted petals, so pink, upon the cherry tree bow. The air will whisper in your mist, and fall gently again upon the cobblestones. You will sink into the cracks gently, just like you used to sink into the old chair by the fire. Then, so soon you will return above to dance among the very rays that have enthralled you away from my presence. She is a bitter mistress that teases us, and tests your very will.

I have longed for this rain- this rain that brings you in it's wake. It beats down the rhythm of my dying heart, so quickly at times, but then almost slowing to a complete stop. I feel a rain inside as it holds me close by my clothes, telling me that it is all I have left. It's wrong. When the rain leaves, I have you in soft whispers.

"Cynthia?"
Oh! You may wonder who this man is which startles me from my writing. I understand he is a man with great purpose, though he has yet to tell me what that purpose is. His name is-
"Why are you sitting in the rain?"
Oh, goodness. He has taken my hand, which was placed so carefully upon the writing book you left me the night of the.... the night of the ceremony. How I miss your gentleness, like a spring brook. I remember you smile, and a laugh like water falling gently over stones. But this man has not your gentleness as he pulls me to my feet. I slip and start to fall on the rain covered stones. The rain thinks it mocks me, but I am not ashamed. I fall perfectly into the visitors arms, as if it were choreographed. I smile my thanks at him and he looks longingly into my eyes. I prey his forgiveness that I can only wait for you.

Oh, our book has fallen into a puddle. It is soaked with water, but, when the rain ends, it will only be soaked with you. The man props me up like a statue, putting me in exactly the same position. I don't mind.
"Aw, man. Your book got wet."
He moarns my loss, though it is only temporary. In the end, the same water that chides me now will be my long lasting link to yo- What is he doing?
"We better take it inside and dry it off."
No, he takes it away. Our link will be ruined! Don't take it into the house, where I can no longer here him. (Him is you.) Oh, I am sorry. The falls freely to my eyes, and I fall to the ground like wilting petals that try to cling to lost life. I- my book, our book!

Forest Walk

2007-04-24T10:27:00.000-07:00

Our English teacher gave an assignment where we ran into a series of preplanned things/obstacles. You may have heard of this kind of assignment before. The emphasis of this assignment was to describe things, which I felt i could have done better.
The required elements were: path, clearing with house, key, path behind house, body of water, another path, two animals (male and female), another path, and a large wall as wide as the eye can see.

ENG 101 MW
Essay #1
Say, what’s beyond there?

Her shoe smelled like sap; she couldn’t get over it. Ever since the young, female traveler had walked through a clump of fir needles on the way into the forest every step had smelled like evergreen sap. It was driving her crazy. She pushed away another wet branch that hung into the loose dirt path at just eye height. As she released it, tear like droplets flew from the branch to her shoulder in bitter retaliation. She stopped. The bushy, narrow path had faded away into the grass again, as it had been doing off and on for the last couple miles. Yet, it didn’t continue down one obvious trail like it had the many times before. This time the path widened and split into three different directions. The one on the left was thick with shrubs and would probably take a machete to get through. The one on the right wasn’t as bushy, but the path itself looked muddy and unstable. She looked to the center path. On the left and right sides of it were well-tamed bushes and conifers, and she could vaguely see the return of her familiar dirt path. She took another quick glance to the extra bushy path and half wondered what could be hiding on the other side. First there was a step to the left, then a pause, and then a deliberate stride towards the center.

The center path was a lot wider then the path she had been taking. It wasn’t just the path either. The spaces between trees, the patches of afternoon sky that shone through the evergreen ceiling, and even the tree trunks themselves were all getting wider. Finally, it got so wide that a building could’ve been built in the center; and there was one. She looked on with curiosity at an unpainted, wooden shack, which was surrounded almost ceremoniously by circles of old tree stumps. She took a step further into the clearing. The ground was covered in dirt and old pine or fir needles, and every step collected more of them onto the bottom of her sap covered shoe. She stepped onto a rickety, half rotten porch, which stood about a foot and a half high. It creaked and sunk under her weight. She knocked gently on the single wooden, waterlogged door. It seemed to be made out of a different kind of wood then the rest of the house, though it was felt just as thick. She knocked once, twice, and up to three times. There was no answer. She turned to look over her shoulder thinking she saw something, but there was no one there. She turned, shrugged, and turned back toward the door. After a moment of contemplation, she decided to give the old door a swift kick. The door had small weeds growing out of the damper crevices of it, so she figured it must’ve been weaker than it had initially looked. Yet, all she managed to get from kicking the door was a bruised toe, and a rain of pine needles that fell from the moss covered roof.

She bounced off the door, fell backwards, and landed on the rickety old porch. The poor old porch fell apart under her weight, and she tumbled backwards into the pine needles. She groaned and cursed to the evergreen ceiling she was forced to stare up at. She brushed the fir needles beside her as she began to lift herself up. Her hair was covered in fir needles now, as well as the same sap that tormented her foot. Once in a sitting position, she brushed as many of the sticky needles out of her hair as she could. Then, she placed her hand down for a moment of relaxation, only to find it pressed against something hard and coarse. She looked down at her hand and pulled the item out of the dirt. It was a ring with two keys on it. One was tarnished green and had a crown shaped head. The body of it stuck out like a crude dagger. The second key looked much newer, and still had its original silver color. The top of this key was a typical octagon shape, and the edge was like any other house key. She looked over the tarnished key carefully. “This must go to the house.” She assumed. She looked up to said house and then realized there was a path behind it she’d never noticed. Her eyes widened with the realization. She glanced down to the keys in her hand, and pocketed them. No one was going to need them for that house. Thus, she walked behind the house and down the new dirt path.

The new path was narrower than the original paths, and it was lined with blackberry bushes that stuck out from each side. At point, she scooted sideways along the path to avoid being heavily scraped. After a few minutes, the blackberries finally thinned out. She discovered that she’d received many minor injuries along her arms. She sighed with relief for the fact that she’d cleared the bushes, but scrunched her nose upon inhalation. There was a foul smell wafting through the air from just up the path. She covered her nose with her long sleeve, which was covered in blackberry thorns. Within moments she found herself standing before a small, murky lake placed directly in the middle of the main path. Small bits of green scum floated atop the water, and rotting logs drifted from one end of the pool to the next. Underneath the surface, small tadpoles swam in wide circles. She cringed at the thought of walking across the murk; but when she looked to the left and right, she saw the all other paths were blocked by plant life. She looked over the lake and decided the best method of crossing was the floating logs. She hopped onto the first log; it was less stable then she’d anticipated. It rolled underneath her and she was forced to hop to the second. The second log didn’t roll, but it was rotten to the core and broke in two. She made a hop for the next log, but missed. She fell straight into the murky water and swallowed some of the floating grime. She made a mad swimming dash for the opposite shore. Within moments she was pulling herself out of the water and onto rocky pebbles.

She spent a silent moment mulling over her chaffing clothes. After a long sigh she finally felt ready to move. Then suddenly, a doe jumped out of the bushes and stopped directly in front of her. The does stared at her with alarm. It made no movements save for its eyes, which were as active as a burbling stream. The traveler started to get up, but suddenly froze stock still when a young, half-starved, male mountain lion lunged out of the bush at the doe. The traveler could only assume he’d been stalking the poor doe, who was now struggling under his powerful claws. His tawny mane shook as he went for the neck. The doe’s legs thrashed all over in a futile attempt to run. The traveler’s eyes grew wider and darted left and right with shear panic. Though the moment was only a few seconds long, it seemed like a very long time. Within moments the doe was done, and the lion carried it away with a threatening growl. It seemed like forever before the traveler could walk again. The sun was beginning to set and a pale gloom came over the thickened trees.

She stood up and started into the darkening wood. It was quickly becoming cool, on top of being dark. Her wet clothes weren’t helping any either. Suddenly, the forest that had looked so exciting before she walked in looked dark and gloomy. She rubbed her shivering arms and moved on. The path widened and narrowed randomly for the next half mile before finally widening out. A wider path meant that more light was coming through, and the gloom was replaced by a touch of gold on the horizon. The trees themselves had changed too. What was once a predominantly evergreen forest was quickly being filled with Maple and various fruit trees. The sun shone easier through these branches, most of which were covered in pink and white blossoms. It gave her a new, happy feeling that overcame all the bad feelings she’d had about nature before. Then a shadow fell over the path, and everything else around it.

She’d spent so long looking up at the sun and flowers that she didn’t really take note of the huge cliff looming into the path. Now that cliff was taking her sunshine away. She scowled. She stomped toward the cliff in hopes of finding an easy way to scale it. There was no easy way. It wasn’t even a cliff, really. The cliff turned out to be a huge brick wall that stretched out in both directions to the side. In fact, it was so tall and so wide that it made the wide path look narrow again. The dirt path had ended just short of the brick wall, and there were stubs of concrete lying on the ground near it. It seemed as if there might have been something standing there before. The girl thought for a moment. Since she didn’t feel like going back all that way yet, and there was no way through the wall, she assumed she’d have to go over it. She picked a fairly open cherry tree, the kind with large white flowers that bloom in clumps, and climbed up the branches. With every branch she touched a handful of petals would rain to the ground. Halfway up the tree, she saw something peculiar on the wall: a door. The door looked fairly new with little wear, much like the lack of wear or growth on the red wall itself. She placed her foot in a crevice that was filled with old leaves. The tight squeeze forced the fir needles, soft from the water, off of the bottom of her shoe and into the crevice. She leaned forward. The door must have come with stairs, she assumed. The concrete stubs must be a standing testament to them. Then what was beyond this door, and what opened it? Memory flashed before her eyes, and she reached into her pocket with a confident grin. From her pocket she pulled out the pair of keys. She took the new, shiny one into her hand, placed it into the lock of the door, and turned. Click! The sound rang like bells to her excited mind. It seemed like she was about to discover something big. She reached for the silver, round knob and opened the door. It swung open and hit one of the branches. The branch retaliated by slamming the door shut again, all while raining more petals. The sun set in complete stillness for roughly three seconds. The traveler made another attempt to open the door, this time taking the branch into account. The door was opened, and she jumped in with zeal.

She tumbled down a granite flight of stairs on the opposite side of the door. The steps must have been at least as wide as the path. She got up and looked over her new bruises and scrapes. These wounds were nothing compared to the falls and scrapes of earlier. No harm done. She looked up and saw one of the most awesome sights she’d ever seen. All before her lay a trim, bright green hill that rose with perfect roundness directly west. The sun was just setting over the hill and a gorgeous gold lining hit everything in sight. Strangely, the only other things in sight were a bunch of tombstones. The stones stood in a perfect, grim line just in front of the rise of the hill. Queer as a graveyard in the middle of a forest was, she got the curious notion to read the headings before the light faded. The first one, and the tallest, read the following:
Bad Rover
Bit Sarah
Shot Rover
She paled. What sort of bizarre place had she entered? She got ready to read the next headstone, a smaller one made of marble.
“Sarah,” she read aloud. By this point the light faded, and she squinted to read the next line.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her by the shoulder. She let out a startled screech that she wasn’t even aware she was capable of. When she turned around, and beheld a lanky old man with a long beard and gray clothes towering over her her.
“What are you doing here?” He asked her, with fury in her eyes.
The girl stuttered. The old man looked furious enough to eat her if he wanted to. He was so close that she could feel the humidity in his breath. She could see the remaining half of his long, crooked, yellow teeth. She froze on the spot, not sure what to say to him.
“How did you get here?” He demanded. Spit flew from his mouth into her face. It was worse then the murk lake. “Where are your parents?”
Fear changed to confusion in a flash. The question seemed a little out of place with the situation. She narrowed her eyes. “I….” She paused. The old man was still scary.
“Well?” He waved his arms impatiently. She stuttered for a bit longer before finally telling the man where she’d come from and what she’d done that day. He narrowed his eyes on mention of the key, but never asked her to show it to him.
“Wait here.” He told her, and he pointed to a spot next Sarah’s darkened grave. Nearly two hours of shivering later, a helicopter flew down into the clearing and a policeman came to take the girl home.

The hours that followed seemed like a long dream. By the next day, the whole trip felt like a dream itself. She wondered to the smell of syrup-covered pancakes. The smell brought faint memories of sticky tree sap. After breakfast, she went to remove her clothes for a shower and found the pair of keys dropping out of her pocket. She stared down at them, like she was looking at a bad dream. Then, after a thoughtful pause, she smiled knowingly. In the days and months that followed, she found a strange new appreciation for road maps and baths.

I thought the ending was a little rushed, but the 3-page requirement had already been stretched to 8 an page story. Imagine that with illustrations!

P.S.

Either the preview feature or Blogger itself is being screwy again, so please be warned against any possible ramming together of the paragraphs.

And that's why we share all we have with you, though there's little to be found

2007-04-21T21:13:00.000-07:00

Lol, Ketchup! Lol, Ketchup! Lol, Ketchup! Lol, Ketchup!
Becca....
Lol, Ketchup! Yes, booming narrator? Lol, Ketchup!
What are you doing?
Obviously, repeating Lol Ketchup Lol Ketchup Lol Ketchup
I see......
Lol, Ketchup!
Did you not disagree with the use of "Lol"?
Lol.........
Very good, I said as I placed my reading glasses across my face. The bridge of them pressed against my nose, like pressure against a balloon. I opened up the tenth volume of "That's why my God is better!" and-
Did I ever tell you the story about those guys who wanted to discuss the Fate vs Freewill issue?
She interrupted. Why no, said I. I don't suppose it ever really matter to m-
It started with this old man who looked really old. Heh. But, that's a little redundant.
Becca did not wait for the booming narrator to finish. She smiled with confidence, all ready to tell her tail. She was also becoming increasingly fond of the word "redundant".
Where was I?
About to talk about an old man.
Yah, Fate vs Freewill.

She cleared her throat.
It started when this one man was waiting at the bus stop for his English class to end. It had been a really long learn something session, and he was just about ready to call it a night.
May I interject?
No.
Oh, fine then. Have it your way. She cleared her throat again.
The man waited at the bus stop a long time, contemplating why his life was the way it is. For sure, he must've been stuck with the ill fate of having to actually live his life, instead of someone else's.
May I just-
Uh, uh, uh,uh.
She shook a warning finger at me. I swallowed, and she cleared her throat for the third time.

Long story short, the man stood there, in the rain no less, for a very long time. I'm sure it was plenty dark too. Finally, just about the point the rain ended, another man came up to him and sat upon the bench beside him.
The other man looked at him and-
RRR! ReeeeeG! Flip flip flip flip flip flip

The sound of film, snapped in two, clicked and whirred on the old projector. Becca turned and glared at me with the most immature expression. It was quite obvious that she held me, Booming Narrator responsible for the loss of her mental film. But, fear not, weary traveller.
The booming narrator switched to a more... heroic narration style.
For the greater majority of the film was, in fact, salvaged. In time, the accompanying film came back on, and the story telling could commence.
Oh, no. Power plug!
She screeched, as the power cord for the laptop flew across the room, stopping only to dangle a foot and a half away. It had also become greatly evident that she had a sore throat, as she sounded rather horse.
Neigh.
We now return to our program.

Flip Flip Flip Flip
The man on the bench looked at the stand man and- Hey, this isn't the point we were at! What? Got munched? Taped back together with invisible tape!? No, this can't be it. We're missing the entire first part of the conversation! Oh, all my PowerPoint Skillzors, which I never actually used for the film in the first place, gone to waste. Or, maybe that was the Chocolate Eggs.
Oh, shoot. My film is going without me. Back it up a bit.

After a rather dramatic, insightful, and profound conversation segment, which recently met an untimely end, the two men were facing each other with complete disagreement.
"Fate is more powerful, because we cannot control what happens around us. Could you choose your parents?"
"Freewill is more powerful, because we can choose how to react to what happens to us. You can't choose your parents, but you can choose whether or not to take care of them when their old."
"That doesn't even count. Fate is more powerful! Can you stop yourself from being shot by a psycho gunner?"
"No. But that gunner chose to shoot people up, and that makes freewill more powerful."
"Really, it's all a matter of perspective, id'n it."
The two looked up towards the source of the sound. It was the bus driver. They had been so busy discussing the issue that they didn't realize the bus had already arrived, left, come back two more times, gone the other direction, and finally routed back on its way to the garage for the night.
"Get on," He motioned for the men to get on board. See, were using explanations instead of colors now to indicate who's talking. "and let me tell you a story."

The two men got on board the bus and seated themselves near the front, right on the seats reserved for elderly people. Oh, wait. They are elderly, aren't they. At least, one of them is.
"Once upon a time," The bus driver began.
Without stopping to think that the two may have had no wish to hear the story.
Sh-shush.
"Once upon a time, there was an old kingdom." The two men leaned in closer. "And they were ruled by a terrible tyrant, and evil, greedy (,stereotypical) king. The king would spend all his time taking taxes from the needy people. In this kingdom, ruled by the evil tyrant, lived a poor peasant man with a sick family. He cursed the king, and the world, because there was nothing he could do to help them, or himself. He was literally resigned to his options, and stuck with the fate the king had given him."
The man favoring the fate side of the argument put a rooting fist in the air.
"Then, one day, the poor man was called by his neighbors to a meetin'. They all got to together and talked about who needed the most help, who was made most miserable by the king. Turns out they all were."
Suddenly, one of the men sniffled. His eyes watered up. He was a very sensitive (fictional) man.
"Well," The bus driver continued, unhindered by the growing emotion. "The people all felt bad about it, but they still felt like they had to change something. So, they" All of a sudden, the bus driver changed his calm, sleepy tone to a wild, raving one. He thrashed about in the drivers seat and his fingers dug into the steering wheel. No pedestrians were harmed in the making of this blog. "all got together and stormed the castle! They found the king! They dragged him through the streets! They gave his family a terrible end right before his very eyes! They made him drink Grape
Kool-ade...."
The driver steered along solemnly for a moment, then picked up again in his calm voice once more. The men were wide awake now.
"The king met his fateful end, to coin the phrase, by guillotine." The driver rubbed the front of his neck. "You see, the villagers who had been given a terrible fate by him decided to give him a terrible fate to match it."

There was a moment of silence.
"Then..." One of the men started. "You believe Fate is the more powerful of the two?"
"What? No. I think it's a fair balance."
"How so?" The other was also interested in his theory.
"Well, see..." The driver rubber the back of his neck now. They were at a red light. "See, the king made the fate of each person, and none of them could escape it alone. But, when all of them made the same free choice, they managed to overpower the fate forced upon them by the other man's terrible choices."
The men paused, waiting for a final conclusion. The driver was actually regretting getting involved in the conversation now. He felt nervous.
"The freewill of one man may not be enough to fight the fate given to him by the world, but the fate of the world, and it's people, is created by the freewill of the masses." Another silent pause. "I don't know. You can take it, or you can leave it. That's just what I've figured out. This is the last stop."

The bus driver pulled over into a transit center, stopped the bus, and opened the doors. "Go on."
The first man walked out bewildered. The second stopped halfway through the door and turned to the driver.
"Who was the king?"
"What? I made him-"

Flip Flip Flip Flip Flip Flip
It started when this one man was waiting at the bus stop for his English class to-
Ah, the end cut off. Alright, that's it folks. Hope you enjoyed the show. Come back next week or so, when we take a predetermined walk through an undetermined forest.

Comparison/Contrast

2007-02-28T16:31:00.000-08:00

This is the comparison/contrast paper written by myself (as apposed to the one done with a group). Nearly everything written here is personal speculation. Actual results may vary between people. Best if you take this with a grain of salt.

Communication: Verbal vs. Internet

Communication is a vital part of human society, and it comes through many methods. Methods range from the spoken word to the written letter. Advancements in technology in the past years have made even more varied methods of communication, such as e-mail and instant messengers. Electronic methods of communication are used just as commonly now as verbal conversation. The changes in technology bring changes in the way people communicate, and the way people express themselves can vary greatly between verbally spoken and internet based communications.

One large difference between spoken and internet communications is the usage of body language and voice tones, or the lack thereof. Body language in verbal conversation is used for a large part of word emphasis and emotional expression. For example, people making a point will often hold their hands forward as if physically offering their point to the listener. Such motions may also keep listeners interested in the speaker. Walking up and down an aisle during a speech will also retain this effect. People can also make their feelings clear by the tone in their voice. Voice emphasis is often used in verbal arguments where people are trying to defend their points. People will often raise their voices and change their tone to catch the attention of a crowd. Most important is the mood set by the combined efforts of the two factors, voice and body language, and the facial expressions that come with it. People will often react angrily or give a distasteful expression to a topic or item they disagree with. With mood and facial expression, people do not even need to say much to make their opinions and feelings on a topic known. Body language and tone can be powerful speakers in verbal communication.

However, unlike verbal, internet communication is made up primarily of written words, and leaves little room for things like body language and vocal emotional hints. In that respect, the internet is very impersonal. The body of the writer is usually not visible, so conventional methods of emphasizing a word or phrase through body language are right out. Voices are also usually not available in internet conversations, and voices are often not very clear when they are. Thus, internet users have learned other methods of expression using simple fonts, phrases, and graphics. Internet users will often emphasize their points by using unique fonts and formats to make themselves stand out. Capitalized words especially are used to depict feelings of excitement or anger. Another common method of expression is to use abbreviations, such as the popular “lol” (laugh out loud), for phrases or actions. Probably the most common and universal method of expressing specific moods or actions is to use one of many icons known as “smileys” or “emoticons”. The little icons often depict yellow faces doing some sort of action, such as crying. Overall, internet users have come up with some pretty creative ways to make up for the lack of body language and voice tones.

Another major difference between verbal and internet conversation is the pace of the conversation itself. When speaking in person, the responder is often pressured to come up with a quick response because of the moods and expressions conveyed by the speaker. When a response doesn’t come quickly one or more of the party often feels awkward. Since no one wants to feel awkward, responding quickly has become a conditioned reflex, whether the responder has thought about what they are saying or not. However, responding quickly often leads to even more awkward responses. For example, while arguing angrily a person often says things they don’t really mean, only realizing afterwards what they had just said. Yet, the pace of the conversation hasn’t slowed down just for them. The next person responds in kind, and the high pace and tension (mood) of the conversation causes the first person to respond by defending things they don’t believe in. The pace of a conversation can also affect a people’s ability to remember what was said. In a fast paced conversation, ideas will pass back and forth so fast that some will get lost in the cracks. Similarly, a drawn on conversation may not even seem worth remembering. Some people could consider lectures to be the latter. Verbal conversations are easily affected by pace.

By contrast, the internet runs at a slightly different pace then verbal conversation. Because people on the internet are not in direct contact with their conversation partners the mood of each person does not have such a strong effect on the pace of the conversation. Since the waiting of the other person is not so clear there is not so much pressure to respond quickly, and so people can think through what they are going to say before saying it. Even after thinking for a moment or two, people can see exactly what they have written, and how clear it sounds, before letting everyone else see it. A unique result of this physical detachment from conversation partners is the ability to hold multiple conversations separately without confusing the details of each. To add to the convenience of this, most online chat methods have a way to look back on what was previously said, so that people don’t even have to be online at the same time in order to hold a conversation. The pace of internet communication tends to be slower, but it can be much clearer then verbal communication.

Most importantly, the biggest difference between verbal and internet communication is the way people convey themselves through posture or speech. In a verbal conversation there are certain topics people will choose not to talk about because the topics are either awkward or potentially rude, such as sex or flatulence. More personal topics aren’t talked about with people the speaker doesn’t know because the speaker may not feel comfortable talking about it. Place or present company could also have an effect on topics chosen. While crude topics may be applied to a more relaxed group, such as classmates or friends, the same topics wouldn’t be used in more formal settings. A likely reason people wouldn’t talk about crude things in polite company is the fact that people remember things. They may not remember a point someone said, or exact phrasing of something, but people will remember if someone was unusually insensitive or otherwise out of place in their topic. The person who said the insensitive thing will have to live with people remembering them as the insensitive person. Verbal conversation holds a certain amount of responsibility in regards to choosing the right topics.

Yet, on the internet people usually don’t care how others convey themselves as much as they would in person. People on the internet usually don’t know to whom they're talking to, what age they are, or even what gender they are, so it’s a little harder to filter out topics based on usual methods. There also seems to be no limit to the variety of topics. Anything that wants to be said, but is held back in person, is said on the internet. People seem to feel more comfortable not having to be actually seen until after the thing is said. The exchange of information is so much less personal, and so it feels like it has fewer consequences to speak one’s mind. On the internet, it’s so easy to release ones inner thoughts from the outer shell of life and physical form, as well as the preconceptions that come with vision and environment. Finally, people on the internet can be freed from the responsibilities of their past conversations. They could say whatever they like to whoever without worrying about seeing them again. People using the internet do not usually filter their conversations because they wish to truly express themselves without inhibitions.

In closing, technology has greatly affected our methods of communication. Recent advancements in things like cell phones have made things like instant messaging even easier to do. These changes have made communication suffer on the neighborhood level. People are often so busy talking to people halfway across the globe that they don’t even know the people living halfway down the block. Internet and other advancements have made communication very impersonal. Internet conversation is less personal than verbal conversation because it lacks body language and sound, which leads to less consideration for what is being said. Yet, internet conversation can have more clarity than verbal conversation. The way society handles communication is changing rapidly, and with it the way we view each other.

The Speed of Story Telling

2007-02-28T16:21:00.000-08:00

I didn't write this one alone. This one was written by Kari, Carmen, and myself. (Last names have been omitted because I forgot one of them.)
This was a group effort done in English. It makes reference to the 1930's film Modern Times by Charlie Chaplin.

2/9/07
The Speed of Storytelling

Movies made in the 1930’s often have a very different speed of storytelling than movies made today. Older movies, as opposed to more modern movies, tend to progress at a slower rate of speed in the development and portrayal of the story. The differences that a person must adjust to while watching 1930’s films are: slower story development, a lack of exciting effects, and less portrayal of actual sexual acts to represent love.

In the 1930’s, films had more story development than in today’s modern films, making them slower. Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times starts by showing a clock ticking. The clock symbolizes the passage of time and change during the film. Throughout the film, there are mentions of days and weeks going by. However, modern films don’t take the time to literally show a passage of time. Another effect for a ‘slow’ story development is the use of expressions and movements. Acting out emotions takes longer than just saying them aloud. Chaplin’s films did not utilize spoken words. To make up for the silence, they used movements to express the emotion. Modern films use more sounds, so there is really no need for exaggerated expressions and motions to get a point across.

Another big reason the 1930’s film Modern Times may be considered slow is the lack of effects such as dramatic speech, flash, and sound effects. Recent movies travel at lighting speed going from one thought to the next to the next in an instant. People these days are so accustomed to seeing a movie move faster than they can think that the slower pace of Modern Times would seem very slow and dull to some. Compare the Tramps stunt sequence with the skates in the department store to the action and sports films of today.

In Modern Times, the Tramp skates near a ledge and comes close to falling off many times. It’s exciting the first few times he does it, but he does the same stunt the same way roughly twenty times. The more common course of action now is to have a varied chain of powerful stunts with a break of dramatic speech before the next chain. The dramatic speech in the skating scene consisted of the Gamine looking on in shock. Similarly, compare the silent and quick death of the Gamine’s father to the dramatic and very vocal death scene of Ben, Peter Parker’s uncle, in the recent Spider Man movies. Sound effects are now much more powerful, and that can affect the pace of the movie. While the Tramp is rehearsing his act in Modern Times there is singing being done in the background. The music in that scene is now considered old, and is not nearly as interesting as the hard rock and cheering we find in today’s dance movies. When Chaplin gets on he acts out a story, but his act is not nearly as flashy as today’s films, such as the flash and music in the finale of Step Up. Something the film has nothing of is the explosions that grab the viewer’s attention relentlessly. The lack of all the sound and flash makes 1930’s movies seem very slow.

Finally, movies made today move much faster then movies made in the 1930’s pertaining to sexually explicit scenes. Modern movies, such as Cruel Intentions or The Notebook, often rush right into the sexually explicit scenes to portray or imply a loving relationship. Chaplin’s Modern Times displayed no sexual relationship at all between the main characters. The scene in the movie when Chaplin’s character wakes up in his own house with his girlfriend, he is in fact sleeping in his own room and in his own bed. Love and attraction in the 1930’s movies rely more on facial expressions, body language, and story building. Since love and sexual attraction are very strong feelings, movies today do not make the effort to build the story; they simply offer the “punch line”.

The sentences may have ended up all run together again. Blogger likes to do that. I'm wondering if it has to do with the fact that I'm using an older version.

The first and last paragraphs, if their not rammed, where written by Carmen. The second is Kari, and the third is me.

Narrative Essay

2007-01-24T16:18:00.000-08:00

Rebecca Harrison
1/14/2007

Granite

Nearly every neighborhood has a few stray animals; this is something that can almost be taken for granted. But can it really be taken for granted that they will always be there? Is it really to be expected that they will live, besides the circumstance? Perhaps it can be said that their being there, or even their lives, are taken for granted. A stray animal is such a small, insignificant life. Would anyone remember them if they were gone?

Granite was a kitten, and he was probably about two or three months old. He had a brother as well that we called Tigers Eye-Quartz, or TQ. They were named so because their mother, a stray born in our garage, was named Jewel. So, most of her offspring had rock related names. Granite and Quartz used to frolic and play in the backyard, but if they realized a human spotted them they would run and hide. Being born strays and all, they had little trust for humans and wouldn’t let anyone near enough to touch them. They were afraid; happy it seemed, but afraid.

In our neighborhood lived a pair of sisters, Terra and Tiffany. They were friends of my sister, Mary, at the time. They also spent many hours playing in our backyard. And they spent a good number of those hours trying to get to the stray kittens despite our continued attempts at telling them not to. The cats, being as they were, would always hide in the shadow and brush, and then escape.

One day last summer, the girls were all playing in the backyard, and I was in the house. It was pretty calm, and pretty warm. There had been no arguments yet, as there had been the days before. It was a nice day to relax. I might have been doing just that when I heard a distant voice hollering from the direction of the backyard. I groaned and reluctantly went towards the backyard intent on giving somebody a piece of my mind. When I got back there, I was surprised to find Mary was nowhere to be seen. Since she’d been told earlier that day not to leave the yard without telling, I knew who was going to be the target of my scolding.

I tromped harder and faster out toward the back gate. I was expecting them to be goofing off in the alleyway, but I wasn’t prepared for the sight I saw. Three houses down, where the other girls lived, I found them not only holding but dangling one of the stray kittens. I panicked as they ran towards me, swinging the cat back and forth. I was so upset at the improper way they were holding him that I hardly noticed how they were trying to ask me for help.

A few minutes later, they were telling me about how they’d found the kitten, Granite, lying in a strange manner over by the boat in our backyard. From there they picked it up and took it over to the girls’ house to try to get their parents to help. The parent they had asked had apparently told them it was sick and to leave it be. It was shortly after this point that I intercepted them. I’d been briefed and calmed, and was now beginning to think about the situation myself.

Suffice to say, a perfectly good afternoon was ruined by the news. Granite looked starved. His sides were thin, and you could see the outline of his ribs. His mew was quiet and short, like he could barely get the breath out. We tried to give him food and water, but he just wouldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it, he could hardly move. We moved Granite to a bench on the porch and decided to call our mom at her work.

All three girls waited expectantly on the porch for word on what to do. I was a little worried for Granite’s mental state, because I was afraid their being there was scaring him even more in his sickness. They had already dragged him around the yard and back. I sighed and told them all to come in and leave him be for now. Mom picked up the phone, and I explained his condition and the situation to her. She agreed that we should leave him alone for now, and she also agreed that there was nothing we could for him. All we could do was make him as comfortable as possible.

When the girls heard this they couldn’t have been more disappointed. They cried out and insisted that there must be something more we could do. I wasn’t willing to give up quite yet either, but I told them not to get their hopes up about it. We got an old towel to put on him as a blanket; the poor thing was freezing. Then we got a couple whipped cream bowl lids to use as shallow bowls for food and water. Once filled, we placed them near him and stepped back. He lifted his head towards the dish, and we all got a little excited as he tried to eat the food. But we despaired when we saw he couldn’t even get it into his mouth. The others attempted to feed him some more, but I figured the most we could do for him at this point was to leave him to himself.

The sisters went home, and Mary and I sat in our living room waiting. We were waiting for hope, waiting for a miracle, or waiting for his pain to at least end. That was my personal sentiment at the time. I told myself, as well as the girls, that he was in a lot of pain and that we should hope his pain ends soon. But a while later, he was still there mewing in pain. We tried to do other things, while leaving him to his peace. But the thought of him sitting alone out there was unbearable.

Suddenly, the sisters burst in and told us that he had moved. Mary and I both jumped up and headed that way, with me in front by my insistence. He had moved, but only by falling off the bench. He was turned another direction now, and the blanket had fallen off. We panicked, but I eventually decided that the shock of moving him back up would almost be worse then leaving him there. I moved the food down, fixed his blanket, and herded the girls away from him again.

It was a while still before anything else happened. Late afternoon came, and my mother returned home. She got a look at the kitten and, sadly, still agreed that there was absolutely nothing we could do. Everything from there went pretty much the same. He sat alone on the porch, suffering. And we tried to find ways to distract ourselves from the thought of it. That act of ignoring him alone was almost as painful as seeing it. For the next few hours we put it out of our mind. When we checked on him again, he was dead.

A sense of relief came over some of us; he was free of his suffering. Mary grieved for the kitten, and even though I don’t know the full extent, I could tell the other two were sad as well. Mom buried the kitten, and a short funeral was held for him. We continued on with life.

I told myself throughout that entire day that it was better this way. That he was free of his suffering, and that there was no way to cure him. But late at night, when there was more time to think then I could ever have wanted at the time, I cried for the kitten. Out came a rain of grieving tears for Granite: the fully-grown cat that would never be, the fine hunter that would never catch anything, and the father that would never teach and oversee.

Just the other day, the same sisters spotted one of a new batch of kittens frozen near our backdoor. My mother and I went back there, wrapped him in something, and dug a small grave for him near the hydrangea and fir. We had the sense not to tell Mary and get her worked up over it. But, because of what had happened to the kitten, the snow had me worried for TQ and the others. It turns out they were fine. But, I also thought of Granite.

And I hope it takes more then another nameless tragedy and grave for him, and others like him, to be remembered.

This has been some of what I've been doing while not posting. This particular assignment was made for an English class as a narrative essay. It rambles a lot and should not be the style used for the next essay.

In the future, I may direct you to other things I've been doing, such as a Gaia RP post that I particularly liked.

P.S.

Blogger's preview is screw-y, and I'm not sure if it came out alright. Please don't mind if the site rammed half the paragraphs together.

Sorry, no title today.

2006-12-23T14:11:00.000-08:00

And there isn't a joke either, just a zoo. A zoo in our tree. I checked, just yesterday. Theirs at least 5 different animals in our Christmas Tree. I shall count them out for you.

1 Monkey in a Christmas Tree.

2 P0ssums and a Monkey in our Christmas Tree.

At least 3 mice, 2 possums, and a monkey in our Christmas tree.

This is getting a little redundant.

Some strange marsupial!
A single painted coony!
One snake of beads, half a dozen snowmen!
Another beaded owl!
A single plastic rabbit! (Rabbits are soft.)

Dragon flies, M&Ms, large red birds, a couple old fat elves. And some miscellanea with the stuffed monkey.
I say, that's the sound of the rabbit eating boxes. Dreaaa...

Other things of note are the angels, bears, deer, some nesting bird, and the Snowmosapiens. (Snowmosapiens are almost identical to Snowmen, except for a slight difference in the working of their brain waves. They wished the distinction to be made.)

Have you ever noticed how most angels in merchandise are female, but every single angel in the Bible is a man?....... Maybe the media is trying to appeal to the cross dressing crowd.

On Gaia, the website I frequent, Santa had his brain switched with a cow. Now after careful consideration and examination of the facts we've come to the conclusion that- What? No, I have not ended... yet.
We have decided that since everyone is referring to him as a cow and not a bull (and because bulls on that site look evil, Santa-cow does not) Santa must be switched with female bovine.

Shoot, I forgot to mention the mini-demons on our tree. Reflective images of evil long gone... Well, actually, the demons are still around, and aren't even paying rent yet.
We also have a Jewish mouse (Fivel) on our Christmas Tree. Mom thought that was kinda ironic.

Well, it's a little shorter then usual, but I think that's all we're gonna get for now. Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Or a Happy Celebrate-o-ween, or whatever you may celebrate. And if you don't, I hope you can take advantage of some nice sales.
P.S.
I thought I saw another animal, but it turned out to be the monkeys feet again! Did I mention the monkey started it all?

Bonus story!
Once upon a time, there was a big windstorm. It rocked and rolled the surrounding area and brought trees to their knees. Well, trees don't actually have knees, I know, but still. Trees were downed all over the place. In the rodes, in the rivers, on peoples roofs.
Then one man, feeling particularly exasperated, decided to do something silly with the tree top on his roof. He brought it down, stood it up with something, and called it a tree. He snickered at the sight of it and started putting broken pieces of his property on it.

A while later the tree stood in his yard covered in glittery things like the pieces of his broken window. (Broken by the fall of the tree.) The neighbors, who came out luckier then he, came round and saw his tree. They smiled too. Then they all decided to... So help me, it's Christmas their gotta be something corny. They all got some of their food and placed it under the tree for the guy. So, when he came out the next morning (Enter shining smile)- CUT!

Long story short, they all thought it was kinda cool and decided to do it again next year. They all did it, they cut down the forest to do it! When their relations came over they heard the sappy story and they decided to do it. And that's how we got the Christmas Tree.
Happy Consecutive Holidays!

You know all those people who make web-comics and end up stopping for college? I'm beginning to understand why.

2006-12-07T19:57:00.000-08:00

It was a week before Christmas.
Not a creature was stirring.
No carols were sung, not a kitten was purring.
Any motion, any breath, was, in a nut, vague.
In fact it seemed the lot of them had come down with... a plague.

Then....
Dashing through the slough came a man with a needed cure.
The wind blew in his hair, he felt so strong and sure.
But before he reached the victims and gave them that hopeful stew,
this man of such great confidence came down with the same said flu.

Ooooooh, they're living with bad hygiene.
Just like the work men of long ago.
Well, they can't change clothing, or bathe wholly.
Cause the water's sicker than you know.
Oh, they'll be having a Sad Christmas, and their future's not real bright.
Santa will be scared off with fright,
and this sickness is their personal blight.

Old King Thomason the rich, saw the suffering peasants.
He scoffed and snerked and closed the gates and called 'Get me a pheasant'.
Long nights there he locked himself and his friends together,
when one of them fell down still. Man, that seems a buuuummer.

(All the men are falling down, falling down, falling down. Build them up with iron bars. They couldn't hold them in glass jars. Build it up with silver coins; silver coins won't save your loins......)

What is this sickness laid to siege on this nation and it's people?
Will it come in sleep , or when they eat?
Will we watch these sheep just weep, oh?
Help, help they cry to the sky.
Can there be some hope, is the end so nigh?
Cough and wheeze does not please their souls.
They're not ready yet to behold him.....

Silent Night
Sorrowful Plight
All is lost, see your lights.
Round the square people lay down in place.
Not yet willing to see a friends face.
'Our lives were over at birth, this thing just got to us first'.

Then out from the fields there arose such a clatter.
They all lifted heads for to see moving matter.
When covered in mud, with no real disgrace, came the wooden legged man with a gleaming bright face.
From the top of the hill, and bumping the walls, he came down before them with one simple.. fall.
Then out from his pocket, and more from his sack, he brought them that most wanted liquid-cure snack.

For he took some of the medicine, then he lied down in bed.
Then returned in a chopper borrowed from someone overhead.
Well, he landed in the river and scrapped mud on just for show,
then he gave much of the cure to the people down below.

"Joy to the world, our king is dead. He was fat and over-fed!"
Who will these poor men crown with their former king downed?
"Why we'll crown a random girl!" And they crowned a random girl.
And that's how I got to be the Queen of Pearls!

Question: How much can Becca rant in less then 15 minutes?

2006-10-27T14:54:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've to start with something. Ah, I'm not really starting at all.

Okay, I've got one. I was talking to my mom, and we started talking about what was a serious rant. it had to do with an RP I was in which is run by my sister. And that was a run-on, non litterate sentence. This computer, which is in the college building, has no spell check. Suck. Anyway, I was saying that it'd be totally random if I did something along the lines of:

"Oh, Harold."
"Vanessa."
"Oh, Harold!"
"Vanessa!"
"Oh, Harold!"
"Oh..... my brain."
Because it would be at that point that the guy would be crushed by a teeny tiny space ship, with tiny people in it. The aliens would just look down and say something akin to "....Big Macs are on sale." And then they'd fly off.

But the girl wouldn't get what they said because she doesn't speak Tiny Alienaneese. And she doesn't even have a Babel Fish.
Actually, it sounds kind of gross to have a Babel Fish in your head. It must hurt to have something squirming within. And, you know, it's way to noisy on this end. Like it's full of college students who are acting...something else. I don't know. And you don't know either, now that I think about it. How could you know, you're not here. You couldn't know the sounds, the sights, the SCENTS!.... Actually, it's quite good on toast.

No, I'm probably grossly exaterating. No pun on the grossly exaterated "gross scent".

And now we're down to five minutes, so maybe we should hurry up and get to the point. And the point is... and the point is... That! What is that?! It looks like the top of the tall, pointy landmark building, only green.
Aaaaand I think I'm running out of time. I remember! The building is... Green! Aaaand the aliens are- AH! I can't think with all these people making I Love Lucy jokes! Me braaaain!

For the record, I have no idea how many pop-ups come with this link.

2006-10-06T21:15:00.002-07:00

I ripped all my songs! And, yah, this one too.

And everybody can tell that I ripped these songs.
They may be sung quite badly, but now that they're sung....
I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I ripped all the words.
How wonderful songs are when left for the birds.

Stood on the stage and I kicked at the audience.
Mic's up to loud, and it's not a good ambiance.
Speakers are blown, and someone cut the power.
Well, it's days like these that I should be locked in a tower.

So, excuse me forgetting the lyrics I choose.
Ya'see I can't decide to wear the Pink dress or Blue!
Anyway, the thing is... What I really mean.
These are the worst songs I'll ever sing!

And you can tell everybody that I ripped these songs!
They may be god-awful but now that they're sung...
I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind that I ripped all the words.
How wonderful songs are when left to the birds.

This post has been brought to you by the Pair of Teenagers who Aren't Getting enough Sleep foundation. And, in part, by the Hygiene Dependence Theory Association.
Sponsored by The God Wars Webpage, which doesn't exist yet, technically.

Tic Tac... Joe?

2006-09-09T20:17:00.000-07:00

"Warning: Asparagus leaves are poisonous and should not be eaten. Unless you plan on killing a rich relative who you'll inherit from. Then they make wonderful jams. Huh."

Alison was once a beautiful girl. Every one knew her for miles around. Grown men would travel great distances just to see her smile.
But that's all different now, since that fateful, horrible day.... (Dun, dun, dun)
Alison is a different person now, a changed person...
And anyhow, this Alison is a man.

"Check out this label, Franko." Alison held a jar of jam close to his face. "Asparagus jam. Hehe."
"Show it here."
Alison held the jar far out so Franko could see.
"Hm?" Franko gave it a queer expression. "To whom it may concern:" He squinted his eyes and read. "We are proud to present...

The Continued Adventures of Barney the Queen!
(Enter flashy opening song, which may or may not sound like the opening to Sesame Street.)

Gravel shifted beneath the foot of a not very tall at all man.
"Pitiful town." A gruff voice, um, gruffed. "Hm hm, hahaha, AHAHAHAHAhAA! Ugh. This town will be mine."
This man looked gruff, mean, and half starved. It's not that he was half-starved, he was just on one of them diets.

Anyway, he walked into town, threw something explosive around and coughed on his own laughter.
"The names Gruffman McGruff!" He bellowed. "And as soon as I'm done throwing explosives around the place I expect every single one of you to come over here and kiss ma boots!"

Back in the shop with the jam (and preserves and butters and other like spreads), Alison was still browsing merchandise. Um, forget him.
Clastro (or Phobie, whichever you prefer) was staring, stock still, out the window display.
"Look at the lunatic." She muttered. "Does he actually think people are gonna do as he says?"
Still, she was secretly wishing she was out there with him.

"Ignore him." Franko was at the register waiting for an employee to come back. (Incidentally, said employee was disembodied by McGruff.) "He'll tire down and disappear after a while. Hey, which do you like better. Pepper Jam or Cream of Wheat conserve?"
There was no answer, save Alison's "Uh huh, right man."
"Clastro?"
When Franko looked up he found her nowhere in site! "Clastro! Clastro, where'd you go?"
"Uh huh, right man."

Five minutes of searching and store raiding later found Franko and Alison outside the shop amidst the havoc.
"Clastro!" Franko called her above the explosions. "You can't be doing this. We have a mission to finish."
"I'm sorry, guys. Just.. I had to follow my heart." And with that she pulled the pin from another explosive.

Yes, that's right folks. She gave in and joined McGruff. Oh, how the weak-willed have followed! Er, the wildlife have wallowed. Uh... the flighty have swallowed?
Anyway, she joined him.

"It's my havoc wreaking instincts." She threw the bomb behind her and started to walked towards them.
But then...

"Stop right there!" Yelled a voice from the general direction she threw the bomb. And then the bomb hit ground. ka-BOOM!
"Uh, what?" Gruffman stared in a dazzled sort of way with a grenade in one hand and the pin in the other.

The smoke cleared to reveal... Four young girls in annoyingly inappropriate attire for their age!
"Cough. Hack. How dare you attack us before our speech was finished."

The staring continues from everyone, there is much blinking. Gruffman's grenade explodes, leaving him down for the rest of this post. (Ding Ding)

"Who..." Clastro begins. They all face the girls, and accidentally take some sort of formation much like theirs. "Who are you?"

"Ready ladies?!" The lead cried out with a jerk of the head over shoulder.
"Right!" Was the resonating replay. The first ran out and posed on the ground.

"Sure to brighten your evening engagement, and guaranteed to make anyone look older! I am Lipstick! Effects may be opposite on much older people." And she twirled a ribbon hanging from her namesake.

And so the next began... She took almost a praying stance.
"The powder of innocents, a child's first taste of the adult world. I am Blush!"
Pink powder flew everywhere from behind her, making everyone cough.

The third rolled over the ground and came to stand still on her knees. And all as she said:
"The wink that will make you blink. I am the Shadow the flutters in the night. I.. am Mascara!"

Suddenly a dramatic song burst from all around and the fourth girl went into a complex dance around the others.
Meanwhile, the others had lost next to all interest and were just waiting for it to end. Alison went back to looking at the jar in his hand.
Still the girl danced, this time going into fancy flips and cartwheels.
"Is she done yet?" Clastro sighed.

"I...." The girl sang in a higher pitch then was natural . "Am the unforgettable rose. That scent touching every nose. That thing which turns sweat into Diamonds. I am the fruit of the night, the answer to every girls plight."
And now the others joined in. "The flower so sweet. Oh, she'll make your heart beat."
"The undeniable Perfume!" And with this came a note that was so high it shattered whatever glass the bombs hadn't yet.

Every single person cringed, innocent bystanders fell over in pain. McGruff bled from the ears.
"Ow." Alison hushed. He examined the contents of his jar o' jam spilled all over his hand, the jar itself shatter into a million little pieces.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Thanks for the show." Franko said, louder then he'd intended since he was half-deaf. "We'll be on our way now."

"I don't think so." Perfume jumped up from her pose, the others followed suit. All four pointed a uniform finger in unison. "You're gonna pay for all the damage done here. And I don't mean with money."
Franko's eyes darted about. "Why?"
"Yeah, why can't we use money? Not that we have any." Alison tried to wipe the jam off onto his shirt and when that didn't work he used Franko's.
"Because of her!" The fingers all turned toward Clastro. Clastro was still holding an extra grenade, then she chucked it behind her.

"I didn't do it!" Clastro pleaded. "I was framed, used! He made me do it." She pointed toward McGruff. The girls all gasped, and Blush cried.
"You killed that man." Perfume stepped forward dramatically. The other three began humming a dark tune. "And framed him too. To think I might have forgiven the likes of you!"
Perfume was now breaking into full song again.

"Run." Alison blurted. And they did. (Oh, they did.)

"Now, Evil Woman!" Perfume and the others gave chase. "Know your fate."
"Evil woman!" Sang the others.
"Eeevil Woman! It's to late for you to save yourself toniiiiiiiight!"

The girls paused for a dramatic finishing pose.
Franko and the others looked back for some reason or another and weren't looking when...
"Oof!"
Clastro banged into the form of a man in green.
"Oh!" The rest came to a similar collision with other people.
Alison hit a girl in yellow, Franko hit another girl in orange. After backing up (and apologizing) they spied two more of these people in pink and brown. They all wore colorful outfits that covered everything but their shining smiles, their eyes covered in visors.

"Woah, there. Be careful, little one." The green clad mystery helped Clastro to her feet. "Where were you going in such a hurry?"
"Well, ya see. There are these girls way back there. And they're mad at us for no good reason. And they're coming to kill us!"
"And they sing bad too." Alison piped in.
"Just, sir. You have to help us.... What are you wearing?"

For one moment the trio stopped and looked at their unusual attire.

"This?" The man in green said. "Hm, this is our uniform for justice. It helps us save the world." He held himself proudly. (That is, he carried his chest high. Not that he hugged himself or anything.)
"Huh." The three stood staring, forgetting all about the pack of girls behind them.

"Captain." The one in brown, apparently a man, pointed behind the three.
Behind them were the four girls, looking gorgeously frightening.
"Wait, evil woman. Destroyer of homes!" By this point she'd given up on singing.

The man in green looked the the four then the trio.
"Are these the ones chasing you?"
"Yeah." Franko and Alison nodded. Clastro grabbed his arm. "Oh, please help us mister. They want my head on a platter."
The man in green nodded.
"Fear not, young lady. I shall to the death for your honor. Or else my name isn't Tic Tac Joe."
And he marched. And with a similar nod the rest marched with them.

"You know." Alison crossed his arms and leaned toward Franko. Was the group was out of earshot he spoke. "We could probably handle those girls fine on our own, if we wanted to.
Franko shook his head. "I don't know what she's thinking."
Clastro waved a solemn farewell.

Back on the battle field...

"Greetings. I understand you are the source of that ladies plight. It our sworn duty to ensure justice is served."
"As it is ours." Perfume stated.
"Man, what a smell."
"I know. I mean, if she smells this bad with perfume how bad does she smell without it?"
"Men." Joe looked to his team.
"Sorry." They all lowered their heads.
"May I have your name?" Joe asked Perfume.

Perfume just smiled and threw her head over her shoulder.
"Ready, girls?"
"Righ-
Oh, no! We are not doing that again. Fast forward.

The girls are now posing.
"Interesting. Then you should know our names,. I..." Joe's team began a similar posing spree. "am Tic Tac Joe!"
"Juicy Frutasia!" Exclaimed the yellow.
Also followed were orange, pink, and brown in that order.
"Chick Lettie!"
"Starzan Burst!" This was a guy.
"Almond Rocardo!"
"Together we are" Joe began again and the others joined for a finish. "Team Mars!"

Franko and co. were struck dumb once again.
"This is not happening." He tried to tell himself. But the image just wouldn't go away.
"I give up." Clastro sighed.
"There's a sale on burgers today." Alison brought out his most informative voice, which sounded like a higher version of the booming prophetic voice. Franko gave him a suspicious eye.

A chill wind blew, the posing teams eyed each other, uncomfortable camera angles were issued.
Then a spark came into one of their eyes. Someone was ready to move. Was it.. Yes, Perfume ever so slightly moved her finger and...

Neeeeeeeer!
A T.V. drops from the sky and lands in between them. A news show is on.
"This just in, a giant robot is attacking the streets of Seattle. Can't figure out why there. It's probably headed for the Space Needle because all giant things attack tower landmarks.
Stay tuned for some local comments. Okay here they are.
We'll I think it couldn't get a Visa or something. I mean, it probably couldn't get to Japan for some reason. I see no other reason for it to attack here when Japan is just across the ocean.
You may now all panic."

All three groups had somehow crept around the T.V., poses and all. They stared and blinked.
Then the T.V. self combusted. Ka-boom. Everyone fell backwards.

Fifteen minutes of composer gaining later...

"We must save this city, this Seattle." Joe spoke with resolve.
"That's right." Perfume agreed. "We have to go forth and save the citizens before something horrible happens."
"Uh, while that sounds all great and everything." Alison blurted into their dramatic moment. Most glared at him. "Don't you need a way to get there? And where is there? And what the heck was that box just now?"

Joe and Perfume ignored him.
"We'll have to use that thing." Perfume said. She grinned and stood up. "Girls. We're gonna save this city before these clowns can blink. Let's go, Sailor T- I mean, Compact Rush. Let's go."
"Right!"

"Oh, no you don't!" Joe called out, standing himself. "Men, it's time to call the M & Mobiles!"
"Captain!"

The girls went about a complex dance.
"Blush!"
"Mascara!"
"Lipstick!"
"Per-Fuuuume!"
Team Mars raised a toast to the sky and small veichles came rushing down.

The three looked baffled.

Perfume absorbed various cosmetics the girls had thrown in the air and started floating.
"By the power of Mars," Joe called out. "I summon forth the Gumdam!"
And thus it was that the M& Mobiles meshed together into one giant robot, which sucked the team in.

Meanwhile, Perfume had finished her transformation into something that looked bizarre and smelled even worse.
"By your powders combined" She chanted "I am Lady Beauty!
She took a dramatic pose and sucked the others into a glossy, rose colored force field.

And with this the two groups left in perfect unison, blazing into the western sky.
Behind them they left a strong breeze that tossled the hair of Franko and the others.
"O....kay."
Alison turned and looked at Franko. "So... lunch."
"Sure." He replied.
Clastro released a sigh of relief. "Well, that's a wrap. To bad we didn't find a clue about that cape."
"I keep telling you." Alison added. "A cape ain't enough to go off of."

The self combusting television set was brought to you by the Society of Creative Combustionism. We hope that you enjoyed you flight and will chose us for all your travel needs.
Thank you, good bye, thank you, good bye, thank you....

Just so you know, I didn't up and die.

2006-07-02T22:03:00.001-07:00

Though it may seem like it sometimes.
I know, this was supposed to be a weekly blog and I haven't updated for months. I could throw you some of my lame excuses, but I think I'll spare you the agony this time.

Just for a random update: I just finished eating dinner, which I cooked. Hamburger patties and rice... There's nothing interesting about that.
Now the fun side of the story! I'm not really the best cook and am currently sitting in fear that the meat wasn't cooked enough.
If it wasn't then I just food poisoned most of my family. (But mom didn't eat it so she can maintain her site.) If it was, then jolly good.

I also cooked way to much rice, and burnt it boot. Honestly I don't like rice that much, but I'd never had wished on it what I did to it today. Oh, the horror. Half cooked and burnt!
I was also supposed to make some gravy to go with it, but for dumb reasons that shall remain unlisted (they're just that dumb) it was spared from the same cruel fate as the rest.

Today's condiments of the day: Ketchup and Margarine!
They were by far the most helpful in hiding the flavor. By the way, I heard the Mayonnaise was invented by the French or something to hide the flavor of rotten fish.
'Course I don't like fish or mayonnaise, but that's to much information already.

Say, have I told you the story about the Disney Princesses? (Great copyright stuff and free advertising.)
I came up with it one day or another, doing something almost like nothing while thinking of some ad.
It involves them all at a party, a Christmas party I think. Most of the Disney Princesses are there with their boyfriends/husbands.

Prince Phillip, fiance of Princess Aurora, was beating all the other fine men in a card game of sorts.
What's his face, the husband of Cinderella who I'll call Bob, was taking it in stride and handing out cigars to everyone. A gift from his father, no doubt.

By the way, might I take a moment to point out my mental accent? (The very word of which is pronounce with a rather strong one.) It's of no particular region (another word dramatized), but I'm pretty sure it's of European decent. And it's coming out in the voice of a foreigner who lives no where near Europe.

Anyway, back to the story. (Wow, the accent is gone.)
Aladdin had been losing, greatly. And deciding he'd had about as much as he could take he sauntered over to join the flute playing Erik. (The only one who wasn't playing cards.)

"So...Erik." Aladdin started. "Any...new seashells?"
Erik simply continues to play the flute for Ariel, who was in a big tank of water and for some reason a mermaid. We like to blame the moon.
"No, no new seashells." Aladdin shook his head. He began to say something else but found himself interrupted by Snow White's high pitched giggle.
"Everyone?" She announced bubbly. "It's time to dance."

Snow White gracefully took the hand of her partner and began to dance. Soon, the card game was abandoned and the men took their partners. All except Erik who was playing the music, and couldn't dance with Areal now if he wanted to. Oh, and Aladdin.
Despite the dance being held at the Beast's house, Belle and her partner simply failed to appear.

"Aladdin?" Jasmin gave him the look. No, not that look. The other, playful one. "Aren't we going to dance?"
"Huh?" Aladdin looked troubled. He hadn't felt this on the spot since the monkey ate a hole through the Sultan's turban. Yah, he can't figure out how that happened either. "Um, why don't we just... sit around."
"Ah." Jasmin looked offended. "And just why would we do that?"
"Because..." Aladdin searched for an excuse. Anything but the truth. "Because, we don't wanna get our shoes dirty."
He smiled nervously and waited for her to buy it. She stared for a bit.
"Why don't you just admit you can't dance." And Jasmine stormed off.

Meanwhile, Rajah was trying to scoop Flounder out of another great bowl.

The dance continued on forever and a day (an hour and a half) then came to a slow halt.
Eventually, Snow White held up her graceful hand and and nodded for the others to pay attention.
"Everyone, we're going to open the presents!"
Much girlish squealing went about the room.
"Now, I'll get out the first one." SW started."
"Wait!" Called out Areal from her fairly large bowl. "We've gotta have a tree!"

True enough, there just wasn't a tree. The presents were neatly piled by the buffet table. (Which I might add had nothing on it for some reason. Maybe the dishes were having their own party.)
"Oh, dear." SW sighed. "Well, we can't get one so quickly can we? I guess, we'll just have to go without."
Most of the Princesses sighed and the guys went "Aww." Or maybe it was the other way around, anyway.
"Wait!" Areal called again. "I came prepared. I brought this....this, um... this.."
"Mess." Phillip finished.

Areal was floundering about her bowl with some weed and a string of tree lights.
"No, I've almost got it."
You almost got the impression she was trying to decorate it.
"Erik. Erik help me."
Erik walked over, reached in the bowl and help her untangle herself.
"You're pretty hopeless, you know." He laughed.
"Oh, Erik." Areal smiled back at him then reached into the water for the string. "Oh, here. Plug this in!"
Erik grabbed the end of the lights, laughed lightly and walked toward an outlet. (Who knows how the Beast got electricity.)

The others watched in shock and fear, stunned. Erik and areal laughed like a couple whatevers as he put the wet plug into the outlet.
Zap! Erik went flying and landed on his back.
Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz. The electricity went through the wire and into the lights.
Inside this big bubble a miniature tree glowed all sorts of colors.
"Ooooooo."
Then... ZAP! Something went funky and the entire bowl was aglow, Areal included.
"AaaaaaaG!" Went Areal. "Aaaah." Went the others. Poof went the lights.
Dead silence............
Areal slowly floated to the top, fried, and with her tongue sticking out. The others watched for a bit, then moved away from the bowl.

"Now," Snow White continued her earlier speech. "I'll get the first present."
Over the course of the next few minutes various presents were given to the different attendees. Snow White got a basket of fruit, mostly apples. Cinderella got a single shoe to wear with the one glass slipper. She didn't have the heart to mention it was the wrong color. Aurora got a rose, spindle, and the gift of song.
"Didn't I get this last year?" She commented.
Jasmine had it pointed out that Rajah had drowned himself trying to eat Flounder.

"Rajah!" Jasmine ran up to the bowl were Rajah floated, upside down. He looked strangely like Areal at the moment. "Oh, Rajah."
Small tears began to fall from her eyes and Aladdin came to give her comfort.
"Jasmine. Jasmine, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Jasmine sniffed, wiping her eyes. "I'll... I'll just name our baby after him."
"Okay, Jas- What!" Aladdin looked once again shocked. "Wha- what baby?"
"The one I'm having silly." Jasmine giggled sadly. "I was gonna tell you later tonight."
Aladdin was still shocked.

But directing the attention away for now...
Because Mulan just walked her the door with her rather Asian boyfriend!
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." She strolled in with a manly manner. "Can't stay long."
From a pouched she pulled out a box, nicely wrapped and with a beautiful design.
"This is for all of you guys."
Most everyone gathered around the box and looked at it friendly like. Of course they had to share it. Of course they all wanted it for themselves, but we can't show that in a Disney story.

"We'll, we better get going." Mulan nodded.
"So soon?" One of the girls cooed. "Oh, please stay." Another chimed in. Ect, ect.
"Well..." Mulan looked to be considering it when her boyfriend said something in Chinese that obviously changed her mind. She responded in similar tongue. "I have something else to make it too." And with a polite bow she made her way toward the door.

"Oh, wait!" Cinderella called after her. Mulan turned. "Does you boyfriend speak English?"
"No." Mulan nodded.
"I see. Well, thank you!"
And with this they were gone.

Back with Aladdin...
"Wow, that was a short visit." Aladdin noted.
"Yah." Mr. Obvious, she thought.
"Hey, Jasmine?"
"Hm?"
"Why are we speaking English?"
Jasmine's eyes went wide and she stared. Then.. her head goes boom! Not in the gross horror movie way, but in the comical can-get-away-with-anything- way.
"Jasmine! Oh, no. You can't do this to me. What about Rajah 2! Oh, Jasmine..."
Aladdin's voice trails off as we ready to bring this post to a close.

There was a bit more but I forget most of it. It was pretty much sensless after this point.
Something about Snow White running off with Maleficent and a couple other girls.
This entire story just goes to show that I shouldn't let my imagination run wild. Or maybe that Disney should stop doing stupid spin-offs with stupid music, and stupid adds to inspire me!
Sorry.

In closing, I love Disney, I love most of these characters, I think Mom is pulling up, and I don't think that burger's going to kill me after all.
Bon Voyage, and maybe I'll post within the next week... or month, or year, or century, or millenia...

P.S.
No offense if your offended by this post. But it wasn't meant to offend and so maybe I should be offended by the fact that your offended. And maybe I've offended you now, so Good Day, sir.

In all seroiusness, I apologize for anyhting you may've found offensive in this post.

Pst, this title did not just change behind your back.

2006-04-27T18:44:00.000-07:00

Dear diary- What the heck? What happened to my font?

There.
Dear diary, my cat likes to lick rocks and rusted metal. What could be missing from her diet?
Oh, wait! Diaries can't talk.

Le Chuck! (crash)

And now, it's story time.
Once upon a time there was a cat. She was a sweet and beautiful....

If I have to hear anymore Sonic my heads gonna go boom.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.

Once upon a December a couple people kissed and they had a bouncy baby br- Wait, what? I didn't write that!

Sorry, we are experiencing spinal difficulties today? What? Technical? .....
Well, yes. Technically speaking.

Ring-a-ling!
"Al's Used pizza, how may I help you?"
"Hehe, someone set us up the bomb."
"Yes sir, mam. One bomb pizza coming right up."
.........
Caliiick!

"Hank!"
"Yes, Marta?"
"Did you call in for strange pizza again?"
No.... and I'm not Hank.

And so it was said that a few hours passed, thus a bad reputation was...hatched?
And finally, after long hours of waiting, the pizza came. Of course, by this point Hank had forgotten all the call. He'd also forgotten all about what he'd said during it or even why he'd said it in the first place. In fact he was rather contemplating how to duplicate the life style of a Hun. Which was an odd notion since he'd never even heard of a Hun before.
This disturbed him greatly.

And then
Ring Ring
the door rang. (Oh, no you don't. You get that color right back where it belongs.)
Hank looked to it, surprised, shocked. Ashamed even that he might be caught during this his time of trial. Mentally I mean.

He narrowed his eyes, and widened them, then narrowed them again. He got up, slowly now- Wait a minute, Hank is a girl!

She got up, slowly now, and crept toward the door. She slowly opened it, gulping.
And behold, outside was a- What the heck happened to my font!
Odd, it looked perfectly normal in preview. Hmm, oh well.

Where was I?
Ah, yes. The princess and the pea. No wait, let's make it a carrot. I don't like peas.

The Princess and the Carrot.

Once upon a time there was a girl with a nice, big family. And she acted like the world was her toy. This, of course, was because it was a ball.
Not a globe, just a ball that looked like the world.
And she craved the rest of it, wanted to hold it in the palm of her hand. Which would require her to be very large.

But she also wish for unimaginable beauty, which would generally mean she'd be very thin.
These conflicting interests were a source of great irritation and and she was constantly grumpy.
Finally it got so bad that they decided to give up on the story entirely.

I'm sorry, that's it for today. It probably sucked, but, hey, it's a living.
Well, not really. But okay.

This post has been brought to you by spontaneously combusting specks of dust, who's only wish was to see a post done more then once a month. Sadly, our sponser had to leave early in order to self combust, a fact which had to cut today's post short.

Let's all have a moment of silence for the self combusting speck.

Funny how we seem to be leaning towards monthly updates. A problem I'll try to remedy sometime.

2006-04-14T13:41:00.000-07:00

"Behold, the long awaited child of peace."

"What?"
Franko looked through the darkness about him. A confused look was upon his face.
"O...kay."

"And with you has come the revolution."

"Wha!"
Again the voice spoke from nowhere. Franko looked about, confused once again.
"Who the heck is that?"

"It is I," Franko stiffened up. "The voice what shall proclaim your destined path, oh child of peace."
Franko's limbered up, disappointed.
"So, what's this about?" Franko waved his hand in the air impatiently.

"Ahem, as I was saying..." The voice cleared it's throat and put on it's "smart glasses". Except you wouldn't be able to see it, since it's just a boomy voice.
"Behold, the long awaited child of peace."

"Wait a minute!" Franko declared. "Are you calling me... a kid."
"Well you are, aren't you?"
"No!"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen!"

"Oh bugger that." The voice mumbled. Well, as much as he can, being a booming voice. "Give 'em ten years and they think their all grown up, don't they."

"You know, I can hear you." Franko tapped his foot impatiently. "Where am I?"

"You are in the darkness of prophetic purpose."
"Huh?"
"Just what I said." The voice cleared it's voice again. "Now as I was saying..."

"Yah, yah, I get it. The child of peace." Franko glared up at what he thought might've been the sky. "Look, I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm not some child of peace."

"Do you like to spread peace?"
"No."
"And are you at peace now?"
"What do you think?!"

"Then you are a child of peace in the sense that this unpleasantry is not peaceful. Since you have no wish for peace it brings you peace to know this."

"What?" Franko place a hand on his side and looked at the once-again-assumed-sky.
"Or perhaps peace makes you unhappy. If you are unhappy then this is further proof of the peace abound."

Franko just looked the "sky" flabbergasted, dumbfounded, and some other -ed worded.
"Ah, but when it comes down to it anything that makes you unhappy or brings inner peace to you is a sign of peace. Thus, though shalt always be a Child of Peace."

Franko just stared.
"Look, I don't have time for this. How do I get out of this darkness."

"Ye must awaken form thine dreaming state." The voice had grown rather fond of his new accent. Much like the mustache you still couldn't see.

"O-kay." Franko looked at the sky funny for what he hoped was the last time. "Well, I'll just be on my way. Ciao!"
Franko walked in some random direction, hoping it would get him out.

CLUNK!
Franko opened his eyes to discover he'd clocked himself on the nearest cabinet. He stared up at a sky that was rather brown...and wood like.
"Man, can't you ever be blue."

A girl peered over his head. She had auburn hair, pearly skin, and eyes like- Why does this matter?
Anyway, the girl looked him over. She mustta thought he was pretty hot or something, because we're going off topic again.

"Franko, are you okay?" Her look of concern was quite.... hungry. I'm hungry, I could go for a burrito. One moment please.

Intermission!

(Enter the Hallelujah Chorus)

"And now for an abrupt return!" Boomed the voice, for the last time. The tears filled it's eyes. "Thank you, thank you."

"Franko, look at me."

Franko sat up, and looked at the girl he was already looking at. Okay, that was a little redundant.

"Who am I, Franko." The girl asked him.

"Clastrophobia, second cousin of are former lord and heir apparent to the throne."

"Yes." She smiled. "Now, what's are mission?"

"To hunt down the murderer of our lord and avenge them."

"Excellent, you seem to be fine. But who was our lord?"

"The great lord Mastafesta, of course." Franko looked at her almost offended. "You think I'd forget something like that?"

Clastro smiled even wider and hugged Franko. You might notice we made a nickname for her, or two.

"Now let's go downstairs." She released and walked out.

A few seconds later...

"Hey, Franko! I hear you hit your head."

Franko looked toward his friend, Alison, and sighed.

"Word gets round quick I take it."

"Nah." Alison grinned. "I could actually hear the clunk."

Alison, I might add, is a guy. He looks like a guy, sounds like a guy, and does everything like a guy. But for reason he's named Alison.

"Talk about cheap sound effects, eh? Couldn't even be bothered to think up decent names. I mean , come on, Franko?"

Franko ignored this comment.

"Find any leads?" Franko asked, seating himself across from Alison.

"Nah, I forgot what we were supposed to ask about." Clastro popped Alison with the nearest plate.

Franko just smiled and placed his hands on his chin. No wait, it's the other way around.

"Tell 'im what it is, Phobie."

"Yah, tell 'im what it is." Alison mocked, earning him another pop on the head.

"The cape." Clastophobia stated. "The man who killed her took her cape."

Alison looked almost shocked, and most certainly annoyed.

"You mean we're looking for a cape?" He barked.

"Hey, it's the only lead we got." Clastro argued.

"Yah, but do you realize how many capes are out there?"

"Well, what am I supposed to d-......

The argument trailed off in Franko's eyes. He'd completely put it out if his mind and started dreaming out the window. Right about now he almost felt as if he could fly out of it.

"Inner peace." Flashed a faint, but booming cameo appearance.

Franko's eyes flashed open with rage. His concentration broken, the sound of the argument leaked back in.

Once again discontent, glowered and stamped up.

Suddenly, a flash of white outside. His eyes grew so wide, though more with horror then rage this time.

"Oh my god."

"What god?" Alison asked, looking bordley his way. Then he saw it too. Clastro as well.

She gasped, tears of horror streamed down her face.

"It's...."

The end of the post!

I realize now that I haven't made a post for exactly a month.

2006-03-14T09:39:00.000-08:00

Not very good for a weekly instalment... Is that the right word?
Speaking of words, I was working on a song. You know, the kind that float around in your head and then you finally half finish 'em three years later? Yah, that kind.

So, since my well of random topics (brought to you by the same kind of thinking that made Random Word Generator) is currently dry I thought I might show you a work in progress.

What's that kid? Why no. I was not about to write a run on sentence. That was grammar evolution, and you can take that to your school.

Now, back on topic, I was fiddling around with some rhymes in hope of filling in the blanks. And I came up with some pretty odd stuff. Thought I might share some of it.

So, here it is. Work in progress complete with sloppily patched holes.
See it now. The room goes dark, the crowd grows quiet, the curtain rises.......

In all my life
you've been my dear salvation.
Through all my life
you'll be the inspiration.
Through all of time
I'll conquer every nation.
And if that's all right
then I'll be along with you.

When times are bright
I'll hold you to your glory.
And when we fight
I'll listen to your story.
If you get a cat
I promise not to eat it.
What you think if that?
'Cause I'm that attached to you.

Even if you move away I'll still stalk your window.
Even if you smell like hay I'm moved by your moving voice.

Repeat the first verse.
Only slightly higher tone now.
Oh, this song could be worse,
though I can't really think how.
Oh, I could go on.
And I'd drag it on forever.
'cause I'm still a pawn
of my endless love for you.

And that's roughly the rhythm and length of it. Granted the words will be different in the final version, but the basic meaning is still kept the same.

What's that small child? No, you may not throw tomatoes at the screen. Why?! Because there is no screen.
Wait, what?........ I've just been informed that I am, in fact, looking at a screen. We apologize for any misinformation. And if this is your small child then we apologize for dangling her over a hungry Siberian Tiger.
.......... adios.

The Establishment that makes Long Posts apologizes for the mediocre-niss of this here post in question.
They would also like it to be known that they have been sacked by the Foundation for Proper Words for using the word "mediocre-niss".

Yah, so you know what? I'm really hyped up on sugar, and I should really be going to bed, and I typed slower then I talk right now.

2006-02-14T00:37:00.000-08:00

And Happy V-Day, I guess! And I probably shouldn't have exclaimed I guess, 'cause I indicates that you don't feel strongly about it. But the exclamation point does.
And I'm not sure if I'll remember what I was like later. I mean what I was like now. I mean, whatever. Oh, well!

Soooooo, um........
Sorry.
I can't think of too much else. But it's, like, Valentines Day and I had some candy. So now I'm all hyped up! But that doesn't matter. And normally V-Day means nothing to me, but this year is different.
And on Gaia a bunch of people are giving stuff to each other so it puts a better light on pink. I was wondering if I'd put something up already, but I'll get back to that later.

So, my mom told me to wind down and go to bed. But I can't sleep. And she'll know I was on the compy in the middle of the night, which is bad. But, oh well!

And I'm not sure if I've told you about Al Zuchini. Yah, I totally misspelled Zucchini. Misspell has a bunch of double letters.
Oh my gosh, the others aren't shutting up! They should be sleeping, maybe I should bang on their door. Okay, let's go do that.

Okay, so I did. And now my hand hurts 'cause I hit it on something on the way there. And Vicky has a nice picture of a mountain next to a lovely tree in her room. And I bought a nice painting.
But, anyway back to Al.

Al Zuchini is an average guy that might end up in one of those half-interesting shows shown on channels made by big name movie companies. Okay, that may've been a run on sentence.

You wouldn't believe all the inward and vocal giggling your missing on this end.
And I think I might be talking fast. In here, in my head... with the lettuce. Um, I'm learning to drive. Then I can master horn killing too!

Soooo. Al has this friend called SanAntonio Mongolia Domingo, the greatest Highway Man of his time. Too bad his time doesn't have much of a market for them.
He has a Trusty Assistant, Rei...or Raye...or...Rye? No, I think that's a grain.
Dry? No that's what you do with oil and a stove. Fry? What a bird does of course.

Um, anyway. I've said that a lot lately, but that's besides the point.
Al Zuchini has another friend, SomeGurl. This is the female friend. Al Zuchini, SanAntonio, and SomeGurl like to hang out in a place called The Closet.

Al Zuchini has a brother, Nonexistant. Likewise, SomeGurl has a sister named An Noying. I just came up with that one today. Before the sugar hype.

I think I might be thinking a bit clearer. Can I sleep? ............. Nope.

Along with friends and siblings comes the crush, Crushed Ice. He's totally crushing on her. Pun completely intended.
But along with a love comes a rival, Archie Nemesis.

And that's about all there is too it.
I probably should stop here before I rattle off something even worse... then my grammar.
So, I'll sign off here and let you all have a good and restful night...unless it's day there in which I wish you a lovely day.
Happy Whatever Day to you all, and may we meet again on less hyper terms.

And to think I wanted to pull out some old poem.

2006-02-01T17:53:00.000-08:00

Sooo, I was thinking of something. Or at least I thought I was.... Have you ever noticed that I tip the chair when I type? I hate that, I hate tipped chairs.
Have you ever felt that way?
Anyway, I was..Um, one moment.
Mom, do you have any more of that pudding?
Awwwwwww.

Um....where was I? I forgot the point that I was making. I said if I was smart I'd buy a piece of string and a rock to wind the string around. 'Cause Everybody wants a rock to wind the string around.
Um, that aside. I still haven't found the topic. Maybe I'll just....wander off and find it.

Oh, Flashback time!
Doooooooo you remember that silly old poem.
The lines the waxed off so bold.
I-.......f seen that smile somewhere before.
I've heard that voice before.
It seems I've...sung this song before.
Sometime, who can be certain where.
But what I'd written there.
It's strange I can't remember the window, the window, the second story window.

So, who all thinks we've had to many song parodies. Who all recognized all the song parodies?
Of course not, no one. You couldn't hear it.
Beethoven could only be so lucky.
Actually, I'm sorry I just said that. That's a very sad thing to lose. If I lost it I'd be....um, sad.
Let's all have a moment of silence for Beethoven's hearing.
................................................................................................. ah cough..........
Um, you...did know what that was about, right?
"Dragonflies?"

Livingston, we've had a breakthrough. I may've just thought of the point of this expedition.
You did know we were on an expedition, right?
Oh'p, groove broken.

Anyway, if you will come with me you will see a glimpse of the elusive "Real Log Entry".
These creatures lurk about in the shadows of otherwise normal rants. Waiting to leap out into the blog and throw everything off course.

"Tonight we eat Lasagna."

Oh, there it goes! Did you see it, Winston? Mm, the glory. Mm, the mystery. Mm, the pasta.
Well, I'm hungry.
Shall we continue the search then? Ah, good.

Oh, dear me. I seem to've been distracted by the creepy/cool episode blaring from the Television Screen.
This search seems to've gotten worse and worse.
And now we're lost in the jungle running for our lives. Well, no. I don't know what from. But we're running anyway.

Picture this:
A deep, lush, green jungle teaming with life and begging to be explored.
But that's just the shell. The true nature of it is a wild....
Okay, I lost it. I think I may've been talking about the city anyway. Or pasta... Mmmmmmm.

How much more, Winston? How much more can you take?
"About twenty pounds, sir!"
Veddy good. Pick up that rock there, it looks glittery.

And deep beneath was a shining light that glowed with radiance. Such a glow it was that the very sun was blocked out by- wait, the sun is always blocked here.
Anyway, back to the light.
It glowed and it showed a glittering path.
Then a beast came out all filled with wraith.
The doctor ran, fast as he could.
He knew the danger, and knew he should.

Then all at once it came in a flash.
Hit in the middle of his wild mad dash.
He felt it within, he knew it was there.
The feeling overwhelming, he scarcely could bear.

He'd found the lost treasure, the secret tribes gold.
He'd found the old art practiced since days of old.
And then he remembered his great reason for coming.
Amongst the grime that left him blind and all it's dull humming.

This song since past had found at last the way into his heart,
so he left the jungle and it's dull rumble to practice that old art.
But what of those, do you suppose, left with that hungry beast?
May they find it in them to survive on their own lyrical feast.

Supporting the theory that adversary is necessary.

2006-01-05T00:30:00.000-08:00

A few days ago, maybe a week or two by now, Teresa used a word that I normally disagree with the usage of. Which is why I'm iffy about this entry itself. Anyway, back to the explanation.
The word in question was none other then "asshole".
Normally I just pass this off as unpleasant and ignore it. But something about it got me thinking this particualr time.
After great rant like contenplation I became awakened to the importance of the "asshole."

Let us start from he beganing. What exactly is an asshole?
It's the hole in your butt that crap comes out of. This may seem like a rather gross and unpleasant thing, but it's actually very important.
Without the asshole one would not be able to releive there body of waste and would eventually die from it.

Like wise, when you call a person such a thing you imply that crap comes out of them.
Nobody likes crap. I don't like crap, the cats don't like crap, Rudolf doesn't like it.
But it's still necessary.
If we didn't receive this load of crap, or problem, we would never learn to overcome it and thus would be without growth.
So, you see, the asshole is necessary.

I would like to apologize for any rude, crude, or offensive material in this or the last post.
If you find yourself offended by these posts please mention so in a comment at the bottom.
I would like to keep these posts as enjoyable for the reader as my ability permits.
Thank you for reading through to the end.

Todays fortune is..."E"?

2006-01-04T23:30:00.000-08:00

So I was taking the caps off of bottles and discussing the In Bed game, when I remembered something that I might throw on this blog.

"It really depends on the context in bed."
Wait, no. That wasn't what I was thinking, that's not even mine. I didn't even word it right. I didn't even start the blog righ-
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
We are sorry to have to cut this opening short. There is no cause for the technical dificulties this session is experiencing.
If it so pleases you, please blame: your national government leader, the bus driver with the glasses and facial hair, or the Lack of Sleep Foundation.

Further more, as a sad attempt to appease the angry masses, we now present you with this pointless piece of "entertainment".

Your fortune today.....

"Stop searching, happiness is right next to you."
Sadly, it married your neighbor.

"The last wish you made will come true."
Darn, I knew I shouldn't 'ave wasted it on that taco.

"Your mind, being creative and original, will make you famous."
To bad you'll be burned for witchcraft before they recognize your true value.

"You will soon receive compliments on your style."
Oh, my gosh. That is so cool! Are you supposed to be a clown?

"A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance."
But a single heart maketh a man with more money.

"A sudden change in plans will lead to good fortune."
See above.

"You were born with the skill to easily communicate with people."
"Fun and excitement will soon be yours."
At the expense of your very shy brother, of course.

"You are mentally alert, put your mind to good use."
You hear that? That's the sound of your parents trying to get you off the games.

"A worthy cause will apreciate your generousity."
Also known as "Come downstairs and let us know your alive." But will you allow them such a luxury?

"Concentrating leads to success."
No, that doesn't mean to spend more time in front of the t.v. screen.

"You and your loved ones will be happy in your life together."
And since your spending the next 50 years in jail together you better learn to.

"Satuday and Sunday stack odds in your favor."
Why can't the normal people ever favor you....

"This time is suitable for long -range plans and goals."
It's a good time to go huntin'!

"Miss the bus on purpose."
'Cause you really don't need to see that creepy guy with the glasses.

"You have a yearning for perfection."
Grow up already, she doesn't exist.

"You shall long make an overdue personal decision."
But, we didn't need to know how long it's been since you change your underwear.

"Make serious decisions in the last few days of the month."
By the way, your land-lord called about the rent again.

"Fear creates danger and courage dispels it."
........... Weren't we just talking tommorows math test?

"You will win favors when you expand your social circle."
Hey, could you do me a big, big, BIG favor? Oh, yeah. And can you do Karen's too?

"You can be lucky today regarding your creative talents."
But it's more the exception then the rule.

"Your self confidence is warranted."
And it looks like it's expired.

"Give something away."
Are you implying something? And you might not want to open that closet.

"Do a head stand."
Wow, how'd you know I had the hicups?

"Walk barefoot in the grass."
'Cause the sidewalks to hot this time of year.

"Nature, Time, and Patience are the three great physicians."
Do they take walk-ins?

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

This blog has been brought to you in part by people that've accumilated far to many pop bottles.
And also by Jones Soda....
And wherever they get the fortunes on top......

I'm sorry to say that after all this time I still don't know what to post.

2005-12-30T00:35:00.000-08:00

In fact, I'm sorry I wasn't posting. My lack of postyness may've lost me the few readers I had.
First, factiod of the day.
The first step to reaching perfection is trying.

The rest will be random poems or songs I pulled off the top of my head, so don't expect anything real good.
By the way, Happy New Year everybody! Let's hope it's a good one. And now I have that song in my head.

Hey mister snowman.
How is goin'.
I sees the likely light.
Says it's still snowin'.
For when a good little boy or girl
get together and began to twirl.
Things they all began to vast unfurl.
These children they dance away their little curls.

I...need you all tonight.
I~~'m not feeling all right,
With you
The worlds no blue.
Just
Unending shades of whi~~~te.
I need you
I hope you feel you do
I need you~~~~
Go mister, sow mister, show mister snowman what you do.
Oooooh, Ceen Ceen
I feel the burnin' of my eyes on the screen
I feel the pain of my heart
Is frozen, poooooosin' in the dark.
It's a strange business I~~~would say!
I need two to forget about you.
Shoobe dooba, that didn't even even make sense. Woooo!

Those were type on the fly while waiting for Teresa to show up in the designated online area.
And this one had a short version, so far, placed in the script of a comic Vicky and I are working on.
Contents subject to change or be forgotten.

Long ago, in a far away place
There was a girl with a shining face
And it had such a glow that she never could show anything but grace

There once was boy,
who lived without joy
But his talents did show, they let everyone know
so he did employ

Not long ago, two stars they crossed
And they all thought the their two light would be forever lost

But the lights lost no splendour
Softened with might they grew tender
And , oh, what a tale, told by two that set sail on the sea of love

Okay, so the last parts a little cliche, it's a work in progress. I also came up with the last two section within the last five minutes.
I've also got a bunch of instrumentals. I wish I could put them up. I'm seriously thinking of taking piano lessons, and I'm working on a better saving system.
So you could day I'm finally getting some sense.

I'm sorry to say this is it for today.
This ryming and timing has become, oh, slight gay.

I'll be here next Easter, I'll bring by the rabbit.
Unless, you suppose, the old year doth come nab it.

I was suppose to end a while ago, I'm losing the rythm.
I think the ryme is missing, and took what little tune with 'im.
I'm done with the blog now, I've finished the post.
So you'll expect, dear sir, for sure this part to take the most.

The pragraph is ended and the point total loss
Let me remind you, little children, don't forget to floss.
I've been to ryme that, to put it hyme.
But I think my song still goes along and get very thin.

The blog here is ended, it's floating in space
Yet here I am, holding a yam, just keeping the pace

Make me stop dear mother
Make me stop dear Bob
If I continue doing this I'll turn to h-
BEEEEEEEEEEEE

Merriness abound, but I forgot my title idea.

2005-11-29T09:28:00.000-08:00

Greetings all, and happy holidays from the Ghost of Pants-ly spirit.
Sorry to've taken so long to update. I've been doing a handful of stuff.

Offline, we've been painting the house. After that we had a holiday, now we're getting ready for this one. Suffice to say, it's got me a little behind on things. But I remain vigilant, if not active.
And I can see some of the readers have too, you know who you are.

Online I've been a little behind on my posting because I'm running a "Pants for the Poor" thing.
I'm spending my time and digi-gold on last Halloween's pants. Then I hand them out to new, pant-less people. Iiit'd make more sense to people on Gaia.

And you know what, I've got more planned then apology. I've prepared a little story for just this occasion.
But first, the story on how this story came to be.
One day, Victoria and I were sitting in the living room with a version of Little Red Riding Hood.
The story itself wasn't holding our attention, seeing as it was a children's book. But that fact never really came into play, seeing as how the book was in Spanish and we couldn't even read half of it.
Never the less, we had a ball of a time telling the story by picture. Through trial and error, we finally came out with a story.

Little Red Cape
Sadly, I couldn't find the book so I'll have to do it off of memory. And we all remember what happens when I tell stories off of memory. Except for me....Hmm.
But, back to the story...which I haven't started yet.

Little Red Cape
There once was a little girl, who's mother loved her very much. So much, in fact, that she decided to make her daughter a red cloak.
Now everyone saw this and thought it was adorable. So everyone started calling her Little Red Cape.
The girl abhorred this name, and burned the houses of everyone who called her it.

One day, Little Red Cape's mother asked her to take some bread to her grandmothers house.
"How many times have I told you, ma. My names Dorris!"
"Oh, don't be silly. Now take this to granny."
So Little Red Cape set off to bring her grandmother food. But not before setting fire to their house.

Further down the road, a wolf was hiding in the bushes. He sniffed the meal as she came up and walked out onto the road to greet her.
"Pardon me." He asked in his best bad British accent. "But would you mind sharing your picnic lunch with one such as me?"

She looked at him funny. Then she pulled a shot gun out of her cloak and shot the poor wolf...poor wolf. Let's all have a moment of silence for the poor wolf.
.........................................................
Then Little Red Cape took the fur of the wolf and dressed up as one herself.

She walked up to her grandma's house and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" She heard a voice call back. She grinned and shifted her voice to the deepest she could make it.
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin." She said gruffly.
"Oh, mister Wolf!" Exclaimed her grandmother. "I was wondering when you might come by."
But when her grandmother opened the door, she did something so terrible that we had to blacken the screen and play Maxwell Silverhammer in the background.

After the musical interlude, Little Red Cape dressed as the wolf and in her grandmother's clothes for some reason was found lying in bed. Did that even make sense? Hm.
Then a handsome hunter came to the door.
"Mrs. Quebec?" He called.
"I'm right here!" She called in her most sounds-like-a-man-trying-to-sound-like-a-girl voice.
The hunter entered into the house and saw the wolf in the old woman's clothes.
"Ah!" He shrieked and started swishing his ax around. In his panic he sliced the bed, the clothes, the wolf-skin, and the fine basket of food.
Little Red Cape was now exposed.

She smiled sheepishly and ran up to him. Her look was now surprisingly alluring. He looked at her funny.
Then, suddenly, without warning, and with a basket full of other dramatic starters, another person came in the door.
I looked just like Little Red Cape, right down to the cloak itself.
She looked shocked at the person, then finally got the words out of her mouth.
"Ceaser?" She interjected. "What did I say about wearing my clothes."

The hunter smiled lovingly and walked up to Ceaser.
"Ceaser, my love. I was afraid something had happened to you. Perhaps this doppleganging witch had..."
"Oh, don't worry about her, handsome. That's just creepy old twin."
Then Ceaser gave Little Red Cape a warning glance and spoke in a most threatening tone.
"If you ever come near my man again..."

Unfourtunately the sound cut out at just that point and the rest of the message was indecipherable.
But visual remained and revealed the agonizing sight of Ceaser walking out the door with the handsome young hunter. The was so much that Little Red Cape turned to dust, leaving a single tear behind.

There was also a copy of the Emporor's New Clothes, but that wasn't so much fun.

In other news, I'm working on the script for a comic I was gonna work on with earlier mentioned Vicky.

I had a cool idea for what to end this with. It had to do with the title. But I plum forgot what it was. Till next time.

Slow day's second cousin, Uninspired.

2005-10-26T18:01:00.000-07:00

Today I can't think of anything. But I thought I might be long over due for a post.
As I was writing the title I thought 'Maybe I can seriously write about some world issue.', but I don't know anythin' 'bout that.

Just a bit ago, I was weighing through the options and thought up a few things.

Return of the Stereo-typical Princess gone Bad Guy.

The Epic Tale of That Sword of Truth and Good, (the one that got thrusted into Maleficent's chest.) that turned Evil by the pure Dark Energy of her Blood and...sweat?

The Grand Staff Legend of Colorful porportions.

But you wouldn't be interested in thoooose, so let's just get back in the boat and row back to nonsense. After all, it worked so well last time.

I just thought of something... I could review a book. Oh, joy!
Double Joy! Gaia's back up!
I'd love to stay and talk but- What? Oh, don't breath like that. Ooooh, please. Oh, all right.

I thought about doing a post on my in the works fighting style: Button Fu. Charming isn't it, and untidy t- Wait, that's the wrong quote!
I'd go more into it, but that would spoil the suprise for whenever I get around to it.

Other features that require a camera:
Photo Hunting: The Search for a Decent Picture of Mom.
Neo-masquarade: A look at the latest and most this yearly of halloween costumes.
That one might be a little more likely. (I might actually use that one for a title.)

I had something else in mind, but it's gone already. Ain't that always the way, you look at a flyer and the train leaves you. What flyer you ask? Why, the one in the sky... in a cape....stolen from an evil lord. (A girl one at that!)

You'll notice that making Key Words in a sentence Large, it adds a Dramatic Effect to the whole look. That's one reason Titles aren't Grammatically Correct.
(You'll notice my mouth isn't moving either.)

Oh, there's so much to do. But I can't think of anything at the moment.
And that's another twelves seconds wasted that I could've used to think of something. Oh well.
Last night I found myself staring straight at the light on the ceiling. The one that's barely hanging dangerously by some loose wires. I like the sound of wires. Not the object, the sound of the word.
Anyway, I was staring and I found myself looking into it. I knew it was bad for my eyes, but I stared anyway. I was all like 'Woooooah.' It was nuts. I think I was dazing-a- dozing.
....Eleventileven.
I was watching a show with Dad earlier, it was like this old show that he watched as a kid. Which reminds me of last night. One of the girls I was talking too started talking about Kimba the White Lion.
Which makes me think of Snow White...... freakin' Disney.

Well, I'm sorry to say that I think I seriously am out of things for now. (At least without pulling out endless rambles and rants that would never end and accomplish no lasting point what so ever.) I think I just said something redundant to the side. Though your not supposed to talk about side things up front. Just a fine example of what the side thing was trying to point out.
In fact, I might just go back and make it a main point. I think I'll do that now.

(And suddenly, a man comes out with a death ray and obliterates her feet, thus sending her flying far over head and into the moons orbit.)

Hiiiii coooooww!

Song birds doth sing not this song, but you should sing or hum to the tune of Love is Blue.

2005-10-09T17:31:00.000-07:00

Moo, moo.
The cow goes moo.
Moo goes the cow,as he flies to the moon.

Neigh, neigh.
The horse goes neigh.
Neigh goes the horse as he eats the hay.

Beg, beg.
The man doth beg.
Beg goes the man with only one leg.
Sheen, sheen goes the cats fur.
Farmer Joe pets him and he starts to purr.

When he pets...
Oh, the wife she knows.
'cause the sheddings mess,
gradually it grows.

Black, black
the sheep I owned.
Fled with their fleece away from my home.

Gone, gone.
On the wind they blew.
Blew on the wind when I said Achoo.

The face of Evil.

2005-10-02T21:04:00.000-07:00

Today at dinner, I got into a discussion on the face of evil.
The stereo-type of what evil looks and acts like is cold, dark, and cruel. This may not be entirly off, but I beleive it to be far from acurate.

The face of evil would be light, happy, welcoming. Like a pretty package asking to be bought. but once you've brought it and brought it home you find the contents to be.. less then desirable. Or maybe their to desirable. The scent upon opening it could smell like a rich chocolate in the eyes of a small child, but you'll find it tastes like magots.
Yes, the face of evil is just this sort of thing. For that is it's ploy. To lull you in with empty promises, which all look so good on the outside. Remember, evil smiles.

Oh, does it smile. It smiles ever so sweetly, promising you pleasure and calling you it's best friend. Like an apple ridden with worms, the outside looks so sweet yet the inside is grusome. That's the nature of an evil grin. That's when you see the worms.

Not to say that good, shall we call it, is supposed to look dark and lonely. Just the opposite.
Good will try to invite you, with a happy glow. It will try to comfort you and make you feel at home. But evil tries to work in the same way.
Evil tries to disguise as good in order to affectively work against you.
You can never be to careful.

Once it's drawn you in, cue dark music, then the smiling stops. That's when the cold starts. Evil will look at you like a pathetic mutt on the road, and not even take the time to kick you. Unless, of course, your asking for help. Then they'll grind your head into the ground.
But, that aside. Evil will make you one of them, or leave you helpless in the cold.
Even when your in their magical floating castle, they're never really with you. They'll laugh with you in succes, then laugh at you in need. But who could you turn to now?

....... Sorry, just got onto the subject of evil at dinner.
It all started when my sister was talking about the stereo typical personality of someone who's cold. they aren't col for any reason, they just act like they don't like you because they can. like it's cool or something. As my sister put it, and I'm inclined to agree, anti social cold people are boring. They never interact with the rest of the cast, they never really get anything done, and half the time they unnecesarily power play. They don't even have a reason for being that way, they just are.
Cold, or seemingly cold, people aren't bad. Distant isn't bad. Cold and distant is logical even understandable. The last one is also accompanied by lonely or hurt, maybe both. These are all very different but very useful and logical traits.
But cold and mean is boring, over done, used up, not fun. Especially if every other person decides they have to be a cold and distant, but mad/sad at the world for no reason vampire.
But I digress.

It was this discussion, which my sister left after finishing, that got me started on what evil would look like. Otherwise known as the face of evil. I had a lot of religious tid bits come to mind, even though I was originaly thinking about roleplaying. But I digress from that too. In fact, I think I'll digress from using the word digress.

So, you are given the rant above. you are welcome to agree, or disagree. You can even argue a point, but don't get hostile about it.
Thank you for staying through my rant.

Copyright info

2005-09-20T23:39:00.000-07:00

Since it's now been a full year since this blog was formed (forgot to wish it happy birthday) I've decided to go through and see what all needed correcting and copyright recognition.
First I would like to thank all copyrighted people for existing to be mentioned.

Slow Day of October 18, 2004
Made a reference to Moody Blues' Nights in White Satin, but had it titled wrong. (No, Mary, I don't want to hear about the homophone.) It was on the album Days of Future passed, which came a good many years ago. I'd look it up if it wasn't in the car.
Also made a reference to Jello, which is actually a trademarked brand. I think a band had to change their name because of that.
Apparently, Jello-O is part of or in relation to Kraft Foods. Thought it might be something like that.
And vendini may've been used in Star Ocean 3 somewhere (Put out by Enix, possibly before they became Square-Enix), but since it was used in the random word generator we'll let that one slide.

Halloween of October 31/November 1, 2004
The live photo's aren't really copyrighted, but most of them were taken by my sister with her phone so I thought it deserved to be recognized. Yay, phone. The panda also belongs to her and is called Pan-Tan.
Also in that post was a bunch of stuff off of Gaia. Copyright Gaia Interactive 2004.

Ode to Food of November 23, 2004
At the end is mentioned a quote from Shrek 2. The quote may or may not be acurate, but it's still supposedly from Shrek 2. I'm assuming Shrek 2 is copyrighted by Dreamworks.

God Wars of December , 2004
Although God Wars isn't really copyright, unless someone may've copyright and used the name without me knowing it, the site it's currently on is. See afore mentioned Gaia copyright info.

Problem of January 16, 2005
"I'm coming Elizabeth" was probably a quote from Shrek 2, see above for Dreamworks info.
The Jabberwocky was written by Lewis Carol and may or may not be copyrighted. It's part of classic litteture.
Bambi I'm assuming is copyright of the Walt Disney company, though the usage of it in this post was a little different.

Strange Kindness of Febuary 12, 2005
McDonalds was mentioned in this post. McDonalds is trademark of the McDonald's Corporation, which seems to be huge. When I looked up the copyright info I found a whole page of moto's and affiliates. Frighteningly succesfull, that company.

Apologize Febuary 12, 2005
There really isn't copyrighted info here, but the rune for the ending theme was probably taken from a We Sing tape. I have no idea if that's their song or if it's just one they often use.

Someone Elses Journal of March 3, 2005
Once again Gaia is mentioned. See the above info .
The link in that post seems to be broken, but anyone who goes to the site is welcome to look up the user if their still interested. It updates probably as often as most I've seen.

Girl who talked with her eyes of March 23, 2005
Jurassic Park is probably copyright of Universal Studios, but the official site gave me little info on it. McDonalds was more help.
Godzilla is trademarked Toho, all rights reserved it says.
Jeep may or not be a trademark title, I always thought it was the type of car.

Belling Susan of March 30, 2005
Tom and Jerry are briefly and unofficially made a reference to in order to get an image across. I found out they're trademark or Turner Entertainment. Wouldn't 've known that one without looking it up. They seem to be affliated with Warner Brothers. I figured as much.
The Twilght Zone theme was mentioned at the end.
Unfortunatly, I failed to find any trace of it's copyright info. (Play theme again.)

It's getting kinda late now, and I'm kinda hoping I didn't put much more copyright info.

Not Disney/Matell of April 15, 2005
Disney, which is lonly mentioned in the title, is of course copyright of Disney.
Mattel I'm assuming is copyright of self said Mattel Inc. (And third parties)
McDonalds was already covered with all it's trademarked logo's and a bunch of eye widening stuff....you really don't wanna know.

Interview with... of April 15, 2005
Harry Potter brought to you and probably trademarked by J.K. Rowling. The movie is probably copyright Warner Brothers.
Spam is apparently put out by Hormel Foods. They probably copyrighted it too.
There are also quotes from Sword in the Stone and Princess Diaries 2, which are , once again, Disney. Oh, yes. Lion King and Peter Pan probably are too.
And let's not forget the line from Finding Neverland. Which is actually Miramax, but the two Finding Nemo lines are from Disney/Pixar. There are also Aladdin lines...remind me not to watch Disney before blogging.
The Homestar Runner may or may not be copyrighted, it said nothing in the legal stuff.
I'm not gonna even bother seeing if Google is copyrighted, but I'd like to thank it for helping me find the rest of the info.
Kool-Aid was not only misspelled, but the copyright info wasn't mentioned. It's put out by Kraft Foods, right along with Jell-O.

Please tell me I'm done.

May I propose a post of May 9, 2005
Monty Python and the Holy Grail under and assumed copyright of Columbia Tristar Home Entertainment.
Sound of Music copyright 20th Century Fox.
I have no idea which record company puts out Heart, but they're probably copyrighted under them, themselves, or something like it. Site is currently down for maintenance, so I can get out of looking it up.

I spent the entire month of June without posting something copyrighted.....

Men at track-switch of July 2, 2005
Macross 7 was breifly mentioned.
Seems to be copyrighted by Big West, who I've never heard of.

Going Somewhere of July 15, 2005
Zelda was mentioned. I believe Legend of Zelda is copyright Nintendo, but I'm not sure if any other group helped make it.

Run off 'o memory of July 25, 2005
I thought this one was copyright free, but I seem to have some Star Wars references in there. Curse you, Yoda!
Copyright LucasFilm LTD and 20th Century Fox.
(Is Shakespear copyrighted?)

Double play of September 4, 2005

Hair Grow is copyright of the Vinstaff corporation (make that multi-international corporation) and Wing gets some of the royalties for coming up with the idea in the first place.

Sick Day of September 20, 2005

All Disney references, Disney Movie titles and named Disney characters are already covered in the above post. No more freakin' Disney, we don't sell it here!

And that's everything.

Wow, really? Yay, I'm done! I can go to bed! I can dance around! I can dance in bed! I can siiiiing..... Till next time.

Sick day

2005-09-20T22:44:00.000-07:00

I read a scripture a couple days ago. It told of a man whodreamed of walking in the dark. Then after a while the man was all like "You know, God, I've been walking in the dark for a while, and I was kinda wondering if you'd give me a little light here."
So, an angel appeared and led the man to a tree.

The angel just kinda disappeared after that, wasn't really talked about. For all we know he was standing to the side makin' cash as a guide. But he probably worked for peanuts. You know, if I worked for peanuts I'd get sick of eaten' 'em awful fast.... I get sick of eating 'em fast anyway.
But that's not why I'm sick, I don't know why. I just kinda....am.

But getting back to the tree.
The guy walked up to the tree and he saw the fruit upon it. He looked at the fruit and thought "Gee, that fruit sure looks good. It makes me want to make people happy."
This being that it actually was more akin to "was desirous to make one happy" but that's the best translation I came up with.
So, the guy took the fruit from the tree, and ate of it and he was all like "Wow, this is the best fruit ever!"

In fact, it was so good he wanted the rest of his family to have it too. So he looked around for them and saw his wife and two younger sons on the other side of the river.
"Hey, guys! Come try the best fruit ever." He called. And they came, and they partook of the eating and they were all like "Wow, this is the best fruit ever."
And with broad smiles on there faces they all looked around for the elder two sons, and they saw them on the other side of the river.
So they were all like " Wanna try the best fruit ever?" And they were all like "No, we don't want no best fruit ever."

Then a bunch of other people started coming out of the dark, probably with their pockets emptied by peanuts by the angel, and started to come across the river. Most of them were hanging onto a railing, a nice long pole.
Most of them fell to a watery and rather blank death below, but some came to the other side and ate the fruit too. And they all smiled their braod smiles and had a glitter in their eyes.
But a dark castle was floating over head, and it was filled with spiteful people. The people all looked down and said "Haha, look at them. They've all got shiny and dorky eyes." And the people looked up and frowned. They over dramaticaly dropped their fruits and saddly walked away, falling into the pits of no-longer-in-this-storyness.
But the guy just said "Oh, don't look at them...They're silly." And they ate the fruit in peace.

But... that's not why I'm sick. And that's not really the topic of this blog. I really don't know what the topic is... So, that's why I'm calling in sick.
Can't very well call, there'd be way to much long distance. I was thinking of trying to come up with something that wasn't a story, since I've been doing way to many of those lately. But I got distracted by my horrible grammer, over use of the comma, and the memory that a cereal box and some cereal made me think of writing of Disney. I used the name Disney for something, sorta.. backwards. But that's besides the point.
I was going to ramble off about bad guys to be exact. To be even more exact, the way they die.
Which isn't very nice.
I'd tell you to take children out of the room, but most of the things discussed are shown in family friendly movies anyway.

You'll notice that some of the bad guys die horrible deaths, and the good guys get away with it, are even praised for it.
In Snow White the evil queen gets pushed off a cliff and falls to her doom. Gaston, in Beauty and the Beast, had a similar splatty ending. You can imagine the horrible mess that made.
Sleeping Beauty; Maleficant was one of the coolest bad guys out there. Seriously. Philip was about to get his butt handed to him on a slurching molten metal platter, when one of the good faires sent the sword flying into her chest. So, the fairy was the real hero. Then the sword of truth and rightousness, made from the very essence thereof, turned into a dark and evil blade from the very remains of Maleficant. That tells you how cool a bad guy she was. Thus nod verily.

Oh'p, gee look. A random sentence in the middle of the blog.

Tarzan. Everyone remember that one? Even the characters in the show realized how horrible hanging yourself with wild vines was. But they all got married in the end anyway.
You said Vicky, Teresa. You know, in the book Clayton was Tarzan's cousin. But I don't think he died either. Hmmm.
Getting back to the falling to a horrible death scenario... (Gee, disney really seems to like that one.)
Hunchback of Notre Dame, which didn't follow the book too well I hear. I loved the background music, though the inserts were kinda formula.
The bad guy in that one was about to chuck the hero to a horrible falling death onto fire and molten metal from the tops of Notre Dame itself onto the bodies and swords of dying heros and bad guys alike. But, he was saved. Saved by a girls sash and some blond guy.
But the bad guy fell upon all that was described, while plummeting down with a demonicly possessed gargoyle crushing him on impact, if it didn't eat his soul and face before they landed. Hmm, in flight dinner.

Give me another one, Vicky. (enter suggestion)
Another one, give me another one.

Oliver and Company! All was well with the lovely little cat, living the high life and hanging with his street dogs.
When they to climax scene, they were all going for a joyride on a motor bike... on the train tracks. The bad guy was behind them in his car, and his two dogs bit it by falling on the train tracks. They may've lived, but the car was going pretty fast. But the bad guy wasn't so lucky.
He burned down, fell over and then sank into the swamp.
Why was I watching this stuff as a kid?....

Just look at this mess, as story and not a single pearl of wisdom. Now let's see....
Carnivoras Butterflies.... nope, no good. I could tell you how pearls are made.
It's actually a rather pain staking process. A piece of sand gets into the shell of a clam or something, then parts of the shell grow of that piece of sand in an iritation. I imagine that's gotta hurt like heck.
Well, pearls of wisdom are the same way. You've gotta get something in your system and let it grow there and irritate you. You might even feel pain from it. But eventually, you'll just kinda spurt it out. Chances are, you'll never be able to remember it, someone else may hold it close and treasure it.
Then they may write a song about it. Then they'll write a song about what someone did to their song. Then they'll write a song about the freakin' E: drive dying!
But don' worry much 'bout it.

It's kinda late, and Mom and/or Teresa still need to get on. In fact, I don't think the latter is going too. Sorry. Don't have a link for her blog anyway.
I'm also afraid that with my veing (veing?) sick and the fact that I can't htink of a decent non-story topic I'm gonna bring this blog to a close.
Till next time.

Double Play

2005-09-04T10:35:00.004-07:00

Today we're going to do two different things. They're absolutely unrelated, but I couldn't decide which to tell you about this week, so I'm covering a little bit of both.

First up is a piece of the God Wars universe. Not, the one mentioned earlier, but a different one that takes place in an alternate dimension. Actually, the afore mentioned one's the alternate, this one was thought up first.
The world it takes place in is just like the other one except with countries instead of clans.
The two largest countries are Hersia and Northerland, with Laguna and the uncharted island of Eden to the west.
Now, this version is made up of different story arcs, or "games". And in the fourth game there's a group of bad guys, which I dubbed the Eternal when I was half asleep and needed a quick name.
Yesterday, I tried to tell my mother about them, 'cause a book I was looking made me think of 'em, and she covered her face. 'Course, I was determined to tell her about it so I kept talking.
But she had to go, soooo... Now you all get to hear it. There's no way she'll ignore it now. Bwahahahhahah! Um....

Before we get started, I thought I'd mention that some names may sound farmiliar.
Nearly all of them were stolen from somewhere, whether intentional or accidental.
We'll start with the leader, and probably go in order of joining.

Lain
Birth Name: Noin Maria
Birthplace: Windlock
Lain was born in a secluded village in a deep windy valley. Because of the terrain and strong winds constantly blowing through the village, they didn't get many visitors. In fact, few people even knew it existed for the most part.

Maria grew as the smart girl in the village and was the kind that made her family proud. When she grew to be a young adult she married the chief's son, later known as the village scum.
One day, the village decided to make a lab in the cliffs above the village. She saw this as an opportunity and left for it, with her young son.
Her son annoyed her to no end, and she ended up using him as a guinea pig. Eventually, he left the village and she was left alone in the lab with her co-workers.
After a while, the lab lost all contact with the village and the workers were left to slowly decay.
But not Maria.
She, who had by this point renamed herself Lain for some reason, (it was really late, so sue me) worked on a chemical composition that would grant her great powers.
She succeeded in doing so and mutated herself into an immortal (in the sense that she lives a very long time) being. She also found herself with the ability to minipulate a wind type magic.

Lain decided she wanted to create a new civilization with a perfect culture and perfect beings. 'Course, you'd have to take out the old one to do that, but what's a few kingdoms and a couple hundred million people.
She set out on her goal to create her dream Utopia.
Lain died by a sneak attack from Yun.

Wing
Birth Name: Something only a god can pronounce.
Birthplace: Somewhere in the celestial realm.
Wing was born of a minor god father and some other being of near or equal power when they decided to have a nice little fling.
He was born while they were just hangin' and they decided to leave him just hangin' while they went somewhere else.
From that moment on he knew his life was just 'well bother'.

As Wing was growing up some of the gods saw a power within him. They weren't quite sure what it was, so they took him to the head gods. (You all know who they are.)
They took one look at him and were like "Well, isn't he just special. We'll just have to give him two different titles. 'cause you know, he just seems to be that bored."
Thus Wing was dubbed the god of Desire and Illusions.

While we're on the track of desire....
Wing sensed Lain's desire for a Utopia and was drawn to it. He approached and spoke to her about it and agreed to help her achieve it. He did it because it was part of his job... this was the original reason for joining. Wing eventually fell in love with Lain, though his feelings were never fully returned, and he continued to dedicate himself to her cause. Even after her death, he tried to preserve her ideals as they continued on.

Wing has the ability to use the power of illusion. Wether it be the image of your dead mother, or the convincing thought that your in excruciating pain. How effective this magic is depends on wether you let your mind believe it. It sounds simple, but it sure doesn't feel it when an illusions been casted on the only exit, laced with the imaginary feel of a brick wall.
Wing lived on after the days of the Eternal and eventually settled down with someone entirely unrelated and had six kids.

Vinstaff
Birth name: Sakura Vinstaff
Birthplace: I honestly don't know, cause I really don't play this one.
Vinstaffs birth place may've been the deep dark depths of some dark place were evil is born.
Or maybe just a hospital with exorbantly large bills. I'm not sure which it worse.

The truth is that I don't have much say in her background, since it's Teresa's character.
Um... She's a vampire, and she was left by her fiancee who had a kid with someone else. Then he came back and had a kid with her, repeat process once, then return man to other woman. Proceed to get pissed and steal their younger child, a girl, and brainwash her to be your own. There, Vinstaff's romantic background summarized.

Vinstaffs original reasons for joining aren't clear to me, but it is clear that she stayed because she found a friend in Lain. Much similar for Wing's reasons for staying.

Vinstaff is the owner of a big corporation, with an army of..um...corporates under her command.
She also leads an army of vampires under her command. Yes, the good guys are supposed to win against these guys.
On top of all these resources, she's also got the dark demonicly vampiric powers at her disposal.
Oooh, scary. I think I put to many adjectives there. I'd erase it, but then you'd never see me doing that.
When the Eternal fell, after way to long, Vinstaff was sent to a mental institution.But she was, later, considered cured and lives with her daughter, helping her son in law (formally her business rival, who gained her company after she was committed by marrying her daughter in return for giving her son a good retirement) run the company.

Yun (informally called Ferret by former allies)
Birthname:Yun Yuria
Birthplace: Naeeman (a bunch of caves along the beach)
Yun was born to a pretty mother who's name I've forgotten and the tribe leader, Yasha.
He lived a pretty normal life until humans tried to settle the island. Conflict began with the humans, though the leader was reluctant, and they tried to defend their land.
Eventually, even the leader agreed to fight them, and he never returned.
The humans won the conflict and the demonic tribe was kicked out.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you he was a demon.

When most of the residence moved on to the islands down south his mother decided to stay there and wait for her husband to return. 'Course, he wasn't going to, so she was in for a long wait. A long time of people treating them like scum, of sticks and so much worse thrown at them, and of being scorned by the rest of the inhabitants.
Frankly, he got sick of it and left.
He went to the mainland down south and lived off the land, with a burrow in the ground. Like an animal he'd take whatever looked interesting from travelers and took it down to his lair.
One time it was a girl and a pair of golden boots. This is how he met significant people that aren't getting mentioned in this. They dubbed him Ferret, and some still call him that even after he became a bad guy.

Um...Need to make this shorter. A girl came from the future and he fell head over heals for her. Problem was that she was sent back to kill him. She didn't know he was the guy she was after, since he rarely uses speech and they were all calling him something else.
She fell for him and couldn't kill him. She was trying to kill him cause he was a big bad guy in her time, the big bad leader even.
So, when Lain came up to him and asked him to join naturally he said yes. See, he figured that if he became an evil bad guy through this group then she'd have to come back and kill him.

Mom mentioned that he could've learned from her and become a good man, but then she never would've come back and he never would've met her in the first place. And he wanted to meet her.
So, since she met him in the past, when she went back he quit being evil cold turkey to get with this girl.

He has the unique ability to acquire the skills of whatever he eats, provided he eats the right organ. For example; eating the brain of another to gain their genius.
He spends his life now living with the girl who is somewhat older now, and avoiding people pointing out he was an evil bad guy.

Double Scotch
Birth Name: Lex (oh my goodness let's glitch out and not let you read the rest, oh hohohohoho!)
Birthplace: Some gnome village.
He was born and raised like any gnome in a nice little gnome village. Gnomes aren't very big in this world, so they normally don't interact with other peoples.
They teach there children to till the earth and soak in the sun.

Lex was different. Lex didn't want to till the earth, he didn't even want the earth. He took joy in building metal things and working with the circuitry of machines.
His dream was to build a Giant Robot Army and take over the world. And he told his parents so.
Lain and Wing approached him one day about this goal. They could help him with funding, with materials, with designs. How could he refuse? So, he joined.
His army came in hand as they gained more power, and he loved every moment of it.
The only problem was that he had to stand behind a large screen when he was trying to look impressive. (Like the Wizard of Oz.) It's not easy being three feet tall.

In recent days, it is reported that he got married to a bear turned human and started a family of his own. But that doesn't stop him from trying to take over the world again.

Shilxis
Birth Name: Shilxis North
Birthplace: Northerland Capital, Royal Castle
Shilxis was born to a nomad mother and a Northerland prince.
His father became king shortly after and reigned for a while. His mother dies, he became moody and kicked his dad out, then he reigned for over four times as long.

Shilxis was king of Northerland longer then any other person, a grand total of 4500 years give or take.
His desire to become king and stay king was so strong that he threatened to have his father killed and looked for ways to indirectly get his son knocked off.
He was also very powerful and influential.
It was because of this that the Eternal approached him. At first he said no right out, but as they gained power he reconsidered and eventually joined them.
He helped them rule for a good long while with his power, until the final days of their glory.
When he was about to be captured by revolutionaries, he shot himself in the head and ended his tired long life.

On top of having a kingdom at his disposal, he also had an array of sword and earth based attacks.

Zone Shift
Birth name: Tiven Xentri
Birth place: Some other dimension.
absolutely nothing is known about Tiven's background. An absolute enigma.

Zone Shift was introduced to the Eternal through Wing, who met him when he accidentally got transported to another dimension with a couple good guys.
Zone Shift joined under the premises of learning more about the world, but his real intention was to conquer and eventually destroy.

He had the ability to summon things from other worlds, and to even go to other worlds himself.
He'd twist the inner space between worlds and tie the two together, sometimes resulting in their destruction.
Seeing this potential as a threat it was , ironically, Wing who secretly took him out....on a date. No! He killed him, his blood was all over the gods hands. Which is why he used Crystal soap. Makes you hair shine.

Kittyhawk
Birth name: Casca Lanadu
Birthplace: Secluded village in the mountains.
Casca lived in the mountains with her grandpa and a few others for the duration of her childhood. Little is known about her childhood, but it was clear that she spent a lot of it studying the way of martial arts.
She trained herself to inhuman levels, then set out to find herself.

It's not really said whether she found herself or not, but she did find the Eternal. After a few accidental run ins with them, she opened an ear to their cause and decided to join right in.
Little can be said about why she joined, or why she stayed after the death of their first leader.
It was known that most had their own agenda, but her's was never known.
Even when the Eternal were finally brought down, she just disappeared without a trace.
(Ending still inprogress and subject to change.)
Kittyhawk was the martial arts specialist of the group, she was the kinda person that could take out whole armies with her bare hands.

Skyfire
Birth Name: Well shucks I can't remember.
Birth place:A grand palace in the mountains, not too far from were Kittyhawk lives.
Skyfire was a phoenix in a humanoid like body. Or maybe he was a humanoid phoenix.
He lived in his castle with a court of servants. To tell you more would be to go into the phoenix king, which is based off of cloud formations.
The Eternal went to the mountain for one reason or another and decided to recruit this phoenix guy. He was all like "woot." And joined them.
I have no idea what he does during it, maybe he didn't do anything. That'd be very boring. Which might be the reason he left after the new leader (Yun) started really getting....problematic.
He joined the good guys for a while, but went back to his hidden location after things settled down.

Mettalian
Birthname:Mutated freak accident.
Birth place: Accidental chemical melting pot.
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a happy girl that lived a happy life in her happy home. Then one day she was happily walking home from a happy day at something happy...
When a freak accident happened around her and her body was engulfed in a sea (or maybe just swamp) of toxic mutatable chemicals!
From that pool of mutated guck, came the body of the now dead girl brought to mutant life.

Mettalian was found by one of the Eternal somehow and they decided to put a little more research into it. It was all they could call it, the creature had no real form in the slightest and could even change color at will. It was really a puddle of mutation.
But this puddle learned to take shapes, starting small and eventually going to human shapes.
It had a conscience, and it knew who it was even if everyone else didn't know what.
It wanted blood, nothing more. It's voice was harsh and grainy.
And it loved being a part of their group.
Till the very end, all it wanted was to oppress, and to destroy those that opposed.

Mettalian could take any shape it wanted, and it took joy in the mockery of things people held dear. Since it had no real shape, you couldn't kill it.
It finally met it's end when one of the opposition shot it with a special bullet; which undid the mutation and reverted the body to it's former self. Mettalian ended at that moment, but the strain on the body had long since killed the original inhabitant. The body was now a lifeless shell.

Mika
Birth Name: Mikado Madoka
Birthplace: No frickin' clue.
Mika's family was normal. Normal in the sense that they had jobs and got along as well as anybody else and their brother. Their bodies were normal, their houses, their jobs. Mika was not.

The first unusual thing was that she wanted to be a singer. Like, really wanted to be one, not just want to be like her favorite idol. She wanted to see her name in lights. Not too unusual? Well...

She was telepathic. Strongly telepathic. She could pick up peoples thoughts. In fact, she could even manipulate them.
The Eternal saw this and were like "Hii, little girrrrl." They talked to her about it, about how she could make it so that others like her wouldn't have to go through being treated like they weren't...normal.

They even set her up as a singer. She became an instant hit, though some claim she made people like it.
whether that was true or not, she was using the music to send telepathic messages. There was an inner message in her songs that made people come to their side.
Through this method, public opinion was easily swayed.
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.

Thus ends my explanation of the Eternal. Take that mom.
Just as an extra, I'm gonna give a you part 2, right after these messages.

4000 years ago Recca burned most of my hair off. And I despaired for the time it took me to grow it back. Long hours and years I wept for it.
But that's because I didn't have Hair Grow!
Hair Grow,
for hair so fine.
It makes me not bald,
it makes my hair shine.
Hair Grow!
The markets been screaming for it. (Glinting Smile)

Once upon a time there was a Queen Bee....
Who would float far off to foreign countries.
And when she was there, she would greet the foreign Kings and Noble Dukes.
Then one day....
She was squished.
Which left us with all this bee hive.
Come to the beehive sale. We got Honeycomb honey, bee larva honey, worker bee honey, heck we're having an open house! Com'n over and dunk your head in.

Sick and tired of the old Kingdoms Applesauce? (Yah!)
Why not try Kiwi Land popsicles. (Cue party music)
They actually come in more then one flavor.
Corny Kids voice: Unripe flavor, Ripe flavored, and rotten flavored. (Mmmmm.)
And special edition Peach flavored? Wait, what? (Record zipping)
Oh, never mind. But just remember to use Dukes banana toothpaste.
(Lalala la la lalala la la lalala la la)

And now back to the show!

I'm gonna try to be brief, which may be kinda hard.
I'm gonna summarize a book I tried to write once. I might try it again sometime, but I still need to work out holes.
Since I'm way over due to let my sister on the compy I'll start now.

It starts with a dragon person, who leaves a baby on the doorstep of a bunch of nuns.
And the girl gets bigger and leaves for the city.
And then she met a a knight and gets set up with the king. Wait, king has a woman, she gets up with the prince.
Then they go out to a White Dragon Cave and the prince gets killed.
"Well sucks to be him." says the king.
Um... the knight lost his helmet and has to get another one.
The girl and the knight go back to the cave for some reason and the dragon says "Go over to this dragons cave. " And for some reason they do.
They get there and he's all pissed cause the knights-

OH! Out of time. Sorry, I'll have to tell you some other time.
Thank You for hangin' round this long and y'all can come round next time.
I'd say I'd see you, 'cept I can't see you. So let's all just wave bye to the screens and pretend we don't look like idiots.
(Is waving.)
Buh bye!

For lack of something better...

2005-08-25T18:57:00.000-07:00

Today I'm gonna tell you about an idea for a story I've been thinking of using. Which reminds me, have I mentioned the one where half the cast comes from space and the princess has long blue hair yet? Ah, I'll figure it out later.

In this story, we follow the life of a regular boy, and how he copes with things at school. Oddly enough, the story itself has little to do with the schooling itself or the clubs and such in it. It's about the romance and blood and guts that take place in the heart of this young man. I probably don't wanna know how his guts get into his heart either.

That aside, I think I like using the comma...and periods.
This particular boy is named Alaister, and his family lives on a lower-mid class income. But the rest of his family really isn't important. I mean, they probably are to him, but not to this here.

And I just used up needless time and space writing that. That's gonna cut some of our potential program short, folks. Let's all smile and wave at the time gone by. Bye, important writing time.

Anyway, Alaister goes to a perfectly normal school and has low side of average grades. What? No, it's not supposed to resemble something...least I don't think....
Getting back to the subject, which I keep trying to do but end up interrupting myself, in this school the story takes place.
Like any other school romance, the lead character has a crush. The crush, in his case, is a girl named Marie.
Getting off the subject of her for a bit, I'm gonna go ahead and explain more about him.

He dreams of being a rock star. And by rock I mean the loud heavy rock where it's half screaming. He absolutly loves doing that. He spends up to hours hanging around an abandoned construction sight after school, practicing this art. He'll do ridiculous moves and jump around his make shift stage belting out these lyrics he made. Well, getting back to the one girl he likes, one day she was walking home with a friend and saw him doing this.
She just stood there for a bit, dumbfounded. She narrowed her eyes in disbelief and disturbence.
Her friend looked at him like a freak and dragged Marie on.
Alaister stood there with his mouth open.

Another character in this world is Alaisters self-proclaimed friend, Philippe. Philippe is the richest guy in the school and looks over all rosy. To him, life is simple and gay. Not a real worry in the world, and what worries there are can easily be purchased away.
Alaister actually finds him kinda weird and wonders how he ended up hanging out with him. A conversation goes something like this...

"Alaisteeeeer!"
Philippe jumps out onto him, knocking him to the ground.
"Yyes, Philippe?" Alaister looks at him warily. "Oh, Alaister. It's terrible."
"What?" Alaister gets up and dusts himself up.
He gives Philippe a hand up, making Philippe even more fond of him without realizing it.
"You won't believe what my parents did today." Philippe stands in a femenine way. Conversation goes on in a similar fashion with Philippe evading the topic through most of it, until someone interupts it and Philippe says not to worry about it.

Other things they do include Alaister asking Philippe how a broke guy like him could possibly go out with someone like Maria.
Philippe looks at him with teary eyes and says something like "Alaister..... To survive on so little, yet...strive to realize such an impossible dream. Sniff. I- I admire your spirit. Ah, if only I could have the spirit and determination that you poor people have learned to have!" Fire burns and waves crash behind him.
Sometimes that's replaced with the "Oh, how I pity you. Living on so little and yet still so strong. Ah, how it must feel to grow strong on rice cakes!"
Then Alaister is like "Rice cakes?"

At one point, Philippe declares to Alaister that he's in love with a lower income girl. And he shyly (complete with blush and his hands behind his back) asks him "How do you court a poor girl? I mean, since your such a charming and clever person. I'm sure you'd know how to entertain her without overwhelming her. You know, with all the riches and stuff..pointless as it all is."
They go about with this thing for a while. And all the while, Alaister wonders how he even got involved with this guy.

To my knowledge, he gets nowhere fast with Marie. And to the side, he gets pummeled by a guy with dyed hair, multi-colored dyed hair. That, you guessed it, has a crush on her too. So, that goes well. Marie's friend thinks Alaister's a total freak and doesn't want anything to do with him. Especially after they saw him at the construction site.

And that's pretty much all there is to the world so far. I may or may not use this for something.
And here is where you enter an ending theme.
http://quizilla.com/games/showgame.php?gamesId=7

Run off 'o memory

2005-07-25T07:42:00.000-07:00

A couple men run into the scene, they swing around swords and argue with they're movements.
It goes on like this for a bit: One man taunts, the other falls for it, they fight and it starts all over.
Then some people run in and stand between them. A man, who appears to have great power, stands between them with his hands held out in each direction as if to say "No".
They disperse and other people come out of their houses.
A couple men begin to move around as if their engaging in conversation. One nods and the other sighs. The dancelike movements depict a serious conversation, and they leave the area.

Later, some of the same people find a young man in a dark room. They open the door wide, letting light pour in, and look at him unsure. One dances up to him and lands down in one knee. He holds out his hand in an inviting and friendly manner.
But the young man continues to lay in his dark room. He rolls on a bed and images of a girl play through his mind.
They look at him with concern and he gets up to join them in the dance.
He does a graceful, yet mischevious, dance. The form and movements seem to remind one of a young woman. Then, with a quick movement, he switches into a forlorn dance of sorrow and loneliness. The ocassional movements thrown in indicate it's dedication to the girl danced about before.
The others look at him like a lost cause and leave.

In another area entirely...
A maid stands by and claps her hands in a summoning sort of manner.
A girl, maybe a bit younger then the boy before, comes into the scene.
A woman walks into the scene from another angle.
The girl cocks her head curiously, and smiles wimsically.
The woman, the girls mother it seems, does a dance that looks like it describes a flower blooming into full.
The Maid does a dance that looks like a small child playing.
The girl looks at them curiously?
The mother does another dance, this time depicting the birth and growth of a child.
The maid repeats her own dance, but follows it with a movement that looks like someone falling.
She takes the air, like a memory, into her arms and holds it dearly.
The mother looks at the maid inpatiently.
The girl looks at them both a little confused.

The mother and maid seem to go into a competition of dances with conflicting themes.
The girl looks at them funny.
In th end, the mothers dance wins and the maid steps down mellowly.
The girl looks at them disturbed. She's also trying to figure out what they were try to say, but fails sincew everyone talks in body movements. Due to this, she has no idea what her mother just try to 'motion' to her and the rest of the scene was skipped.

We now go back to the young man and a couple freinds. The freinds are try to drag the young man to an area with shining lights and mirthful music.
They dance in a couple circles toward the area and hold out their arms in an encouraging fashion. Hesitantly, the young man goes toward there.

Once inside, he stands and sighs. He does a dance describing the girl mentioned before. A lonely look was upon his face. He did a couple twirls and a bow, with his arm raised up around his chest andhis head lowered. He looked up and saw a young girl, the one from before, standing alone in a corner.
He stood up and stared in awe. (Awwwww.)
He walked up toward her, keeping with the rythm of the dance.
When he arrived, he took her hand and looked at her like he was seeking permssion.
She, who didn't speak dance, didn't quite understand and looked at him funny.
She took her hand from him and looked at him with uneasy eye.
He took her hand again, this time with a small laugh.
She grinned and took it back, only to have it stolen by him again. They went about this game for a minute or so, when he looked deeply into her eyes.

He released her hand and moved closer to her. He brought the index finger of his left hand up to her mouth and ran it, gently, along her lower lip.
Their eyes met longingly....

Switching to another part of the same scene...
Across the room, a man representing the girls father was sitting with a relative.
The relative was moving in a conversational sort of way.
Then, the relative say the young man with the girl and began moving eratically.
The father looked at him, wondering what was causing him to act thus.
The relative, the girls cousin, pointed an acussing finger at the young man over yonder. (This was before the whole longing stare thing.)
Cousin tried to draw his sword and attack the young man, but the father just brushed it off with a way of the hand. The cousin tried to convince the father to do something, but nothing came of it.

Back with the other two....
The young man nodded in a sort of acknowledging way, and the girl looked at him unsure. Still, she was open to what she thought he might be trying to do, which may not be what, but in fact was.
He kissed her.
She stared blankly and annoyed. She pulled out a book entitled "How to Kiss like a real typical" and looked at him inquiringly.
He looked at her, not quite sure what she was saying. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed an eye. Then he shrugged and smiled. She smiled with and let out a small laugh. The language barrier ddin't seem to be hurting much.

Suddenly, the lord girls father declared the party ended and the young man was rushed out the door with the rest of the crowd.
He looked back at her with a smile as he left.
She smiled, then looked troubled.
The maid walked up to her and did a sort of bow. The girl looked at the maid and did a sort of mimicking of what she'd been doing. The maid nodded understandingly. The girl mimmicked the boy particularly, then pulled out a list of the guests names.
She looked at the maid with a 'please' sort of look. She pointed to a nme, and the maid shook her head. The girl pointed to another and the maid repeated. Repeat proccess a couple more times.
Suddenly, the thought came that he might be married. The girl had no idea how to protray this thought, so she just skipped that wen to the part were she threatens to kill herself.
She put her hands around her neck and starting tightening her grip. The maid freaked out and tried to wrench her hands from her neck.
Then, she sadly pointed to a sign on the wall labeled "Sworn Enemy Family" in big bold letters.
After looking confused for a bit, the girl realized that the guy was from the enemy family and that they could never be.
She fell down on her knees and had a look that said "Nooooo" like so much Luke Skywalker.

Meanwhile, the young man had somehow been informed that the new love of his life was his dad's sworn enemy's daughter. Things could never be. He stood with his mouth open in shock.
(Like, le gonk.)

(Okay, so I took way to long to update this again. But, as promised, I'm gonna finish it. Please note that I may end up skipping a few things, as I'm still running off o' memory.)

After the intermission, which may've been far longer then planned, the next scene came on.
In the scene was a wall, and the young man and his freinds were standing near it.
The young man looked intent on scaling the wall, but as he tried his freinds tried to stop him.
He shook his head and they could see he was determined.
The nodded, deciding to respect his decision, and released him.

The young man almost rolled over the top of the wall. He landed with procision timing, and stood up straight and tall. He strided over into the open garden of the girl's house.
Going down from the house was a moonlit stairway, with a gated patio seated at the top.
He walked quietly up the garden path, which seemed to glow for all the moonlight pouring down.
The sound of light steps echoed from the barred stairwell and he stopped.
Cautiously, he looked around and ducked into the shadow of a tree.

The girl walked onto the patio and looked out through the gate. She looked out at the stars and sighed. She had a look of worry and unease. Her graceful features shone in the soft moon light, while the bars played shadows across her front.
She started to dance and play in the patio. She thought of the young man she'd met, and a wishful expression took over her face. Her turns and steps were gentle and sweet, like seeds on the wind.

Clouds over shadowed the moon, and a darkness overcame the garden.
The young man did a stylishly cautious dance over toward the stair. He started to climb up them, to get a closer look at his love, when the clouds broke and the bright light shone on them again.
The girl stoppede her dance and looked down at him.
He stood up, frozen in the light. He looked on at her, she looked at him. The both became entranced and gazed straight into each other eyes.
The young man cantered up to the gate and rose up like flowing water, his arms in the air. Then he brought them down like thunder onto the gate were she stood and gazed at her. He smiled softly. She smiled back and they stood for a while.

Some clouds danced over-head, making the lights dance. They grasped hands through the fence and... a sound came from the back.
The music changed and with it he expression. She turned back toward the house with a worried expression. He released his hands and started to step back, though hesitant to leave.
She ashured him to leave and blew him a farewell kiss.
He nodded and started down the stairs. But on the way down he stopped and reached into his pocket. From within his pocket he pulled out a ring. (Heaven knows were he got it.)
He tossed it to her and nodded farewell as he exited left.
She caught the ring, looked at it, then looked out dreamily into the night.

The next morning, the girls parents are sitting in the living room. The girl dances into the room, the ring shining on a chain around her neck. The thought of what it represents (or at least what it's supposed to, don't know if it's doing it's job.) sits gayly upon her mind. She danced up to her daddy, he gave her a distinguished acknowledgement. Then, he stood up and turned to point his hands toward the seat. He was beconing her to sit down. She sat down, and her father cantered out of the room. A bit later he danced back in with someone.
The father brought out some papers, implying plans he had, and showed them to his daughter.
The girl look at them, confused, then looked at the strange man.

The man was a fair amount older then her, and frankly he freaked her out. The man took her hand and kissed it. This sent chills down her spine, and she shivered. The man took her by the hand and pulled her up out of her seat. He dragged the confused girl around in an elaborite, fancy dance. She looked confused and a bit bewildered. The man pulled her close and looked into her eyes. She turned her eyes away, looking kinda scared.
The father put his hand on her shoulder, and looked at the man. The man released her, bowed, and left the room.

Later still, the girl had managed to steal away from the house and meet up with the young man. He took her by the hand, and they went together into a church. There, they did a sacred dance potraining to the ever lasting love they were hoping to preserve.
An exchange of silent vows, to remain silent forever. The preist wondered if it was all right.

After that scene, the girl gos home and finds her father talking to the strange older man.
She looks at him warily, and he smiles at her. The father dances up behind her, and steps in such a way that she's forced to step closer to the older man. The older man steps one, steps two, then steps right up to her and takes her hand.
He kisses her hand, making her cringe, and pulls out a ring. He tries to place it on her hand, and she steps back. She spins away from him, looks at him warrily, then steps out of the room.

In the city, the young man is walking dreamily through the city. His friends, who have no idea were he's been all day, meet up with him and they all hang out. The young man is dancing happily through the streets. He depicts his soul being lifted up into heaven and him flying away into the stars. The others dance around him like he's going crazy.
But as they do this the girl cousin, yes the one that's out to kill the guy, comes up the road. "Bad to the Bone" starts playing.
Cousin strides in rythm, then stops when he see's the young man. He taps his foot as he watches him, dancing his pathetic little dance. Rythmless, and it looks like a girl. The cousin spits onto the ground and pulls out his sword. He points it at the young man and cokcs his head in a challenging manner.
The young man stops long enough to acknowledge and shake his head. Then he prepares to continue his dance of glee.
This pisses off the cousin to no end, and he starts to stride forward with his sword drawn.

One of the freinds, the one that's not also the young mans cousin, notices him doing this and draws his sword to defend him. The two swords clash and the freind smiles.
A new dance begins, feaureing part of the summer bit from the four seasons, and they battle to it. The feet move, and they dance a dance that would inspire an eight year old watching Power Rangers.
The young man stops dancing, and watches the battle from the side.
But as that goes one, the battle commences, and eventually one of them falls. The other friend watches in horror as he watches his friend fall.
The young man watches his friend blead, and is filled with rage. As his freind releases his last breath, the young man draws his sword and charges at the girls cousin. Like a mad man he strikes with furry. He doesn't try to contain his furry in the slightest as he steps forward with an entirely new beat. The cousin tries to step to this new rythm, but is soon over taken.

Before he even realizes what happens the battle is over. The girls cousin is slain, and the young man begands to realize what happened. The prince, who was delicatly bunny hopping down the road, stopped his dance and stared at the spectical.
The prince moves in a commanding manner and points accusingly at the young man.
The young man steps takes a few well timed steps back. The princes soldiers dance around him, forming a circle. they perform an elaborate dance with the young man trying to escape and the soldiers capturing him. Then, with the final movement of the prince, he is cast out of the town.

Back with the girl, she just got word that her cousin was killed, the young man, and that said young man was banished. She tore her cloths and started up an elaborite dance of mourning.
While it may've seemed like she was mourning her cousin, she was actually more upset about never seeing her secret husband again.
Enter sad music.
While she danced sorrowfully in the back, her parents were once again entertaining with th older man. The father was quite distressed about his nephews death and was willing to do anything to assure his daughter happiness. And the mother wasn't much help. The both limply danced around the older man as he did a fancy dance between them. His dance eventually moved from between them to by the girl. He caught her hand in mid spin and placed a ring on her hand. She looked startled and slowly turned her eyes to him.
He smiled at her, bowed politly, and danced out of the room. Her parents mourned in the background. But acknowledged what had just happened. They nodded politely as he left.

The girl slowly turned her eyes toward the ring, her eyes grew wide and wild.
She tore it off her finger and threw it too the ground. Then she oulled out the ring given to her by her beloved and placed it on her finger.
Her parents didn't get a good look at the ring, so they couldn't tell the difference.

A few days or maybe a week later....
The young man was living ion the outskirts of another town, thinking deeply on his love and how he might get her out of the other town. He was just preparing a letter for her, when a preist walked into his building. He looked up from his work.

But going towards the girl for a bit ...
The girls mother was with her, dancing around the house. The maid danced by, carrying a fancy fabric. Her father danced solemly behind her.
But she was kneeled in a sad position. Her parents, in there greif, and engaged her to the older man. She glanced toward her mother, happy to see her daughter married. She glanced at the maid, working so hard. But she had no joy here.
She got up and strided slowly toward the door. She opened it to go out, but found the priest who'd married her at the door.

In the garden, she danced a solem dance, and he watched her. He nodded, noting that he'd understood her. He beconed her over to him and, with a spin, she came. She knealt down on her kneas and looked up at him pleading. He gace a rising motion, and she rose. He handed her a bottle. He then slipped a peice of paper into her pocket, and turned to leave.
She pulled out the paper, and looked at it. It described a property in the bottles contents that would put someone in a sleep so deep they would appear... dead.
She gasp, and looked up to see the preist. He was gone.

The preist had gone back to his temple, to prepare th careful plan he'd made. He wrote a letter, addressed to the young man, and was going to send someone to send it for him. A lesser priest, maybe.
One was supposed to be running letters back and forth, but he hadn't made it back yet. He rasied his arms toward the heavens, praying for things to go well.

But back with the girl...
Her mother had danced into the room, holding a finished wedding dress. The girl looked up from the desk she was sitting with, and her expression turned to one of sorrow.
Her mother looked at her with concern, and the girl forced a smile. The mother smiled again and danced out of the room, with the dress.
The girls face changed to dread, then to determination.
She lay down on her bed, nodded, and drank the contents of the bottle. To her it felt like a deep sleep, but to the others that found her the next morning...

Her mother was in tears, her father was in shock, and the older man looked like the sky had just left him to suffocate.
The doctor shook his head, and put a cloth over her head.
The all danced away in a mournful fashion. If it wasn't so sad it might even look silly.
A preist, who apperantly knew about the secrect wedding, heard about her being declared dead and sorrowfully danced over toward the other town.
I find it hard to believe he'd dance that whole way.

Meanwhile, the other messenger was coming back. He may've had letters, or just a cake. But, anyway. I think the two guys may've exchanged high fives as they passed, or just dances. And the messenger got back.
The head preist did an urgent and paniced dance and handed the messenger a letter to deliver.
The messenger paniced too and danced out the door.

Finally getting back to the young man...
He stood in the dorrway as he got the news that his beloved was dead. He stood in shock, and toppled down to the ground. Then, rising like the heat, his look changed to one of greif and desperation. He did a determined dance toward a nearby shop, one he was originally intent on avoiding. He came into the shop, and a clerk came out and did a welcoming dance. The clerk danced about offering his wares. Some form of a love potion, a medicane for some strange disease. But what the young man wanted was sitting on a shelf and he danced right toward it. He did a dance depicting his trouble, a movement depicting his greif, and a finishing touch that would depict his resolve. It involved pulling out a bottle of...poison.
He took the bottle to the clerk, and handed him money for it.
The clerk excepted uneasily and let him go.

The young man took off for the town of his birth, readying himself for death.
Meanwhile, the guy that was supposed to give him the messege about her being asleep instead of dead, and that he could take off with her anytime, passed into the town and missed him entirely.

The girls family, who thought she was dead, had put her in the family tomb and had her lying in a casket. They closed the tpmb and left her to her death.
After they left, the young man came into the grave yard with the preist that had borne the bad news. The preist had a lantern and the young man a crowbar.
The young man jerked his thumb toward the crypt, implying he was going in.
Then he gave calmly drew his sword and put it up against the guys neck and gave him a look that said 'If you try to stop me, I will tear you apart limb from limb and strew your body parts across the grave yard'.
He retreated the sword to it's sheath and entered the crypt. The preist became sore afraid and retreated himself to the bushes.

Once in the crypt, the young man did a crazed sort of ritual type dance that also somehow involved opening the casket. As he was doing so, the older man came in to get a last look his lost bride. The young man stared for a bit, then went back to what he was doing. The older man became enraged by the this felon who was aparently robbing her grave. Or something...
The older man drew his sword and started to dance in an antimidating manner. The young man smiled calmly and drew his sword as well.
hey fought with skill and timing in an artful manner. The older man had grace and balance, but the young man was just plain crazy so he ended up winning.
But, even though he was crazy by this point, he could see that this older man also had a strong fealing for his wife. I mean the younger guys wife, who was almost the older guys too, but ended up not being.

The young man opened the casket, and looked upon the face of his beloved. He smiled, noticing how death had made her look almost as if kissed by the moonlight. And chuckled at how, even in death, she had a slight blush to her cheecks.
He did one last farewell dane to the world, as the last of the older guys blood oozed out of his now dead body. The young man lifted the older man into the casket, out of respect for the other guys feelings, then climbed in himself.
He then pulled out the afore purchased poison and chugged it like Kool-Aid. And with that, he died.

But, as soon as this deed was done, the girl awoke from her slumber to find herself in an open casket with two dead guys beside her.
She did another Luke Skywalker like 'Noooooooo!' look and bent down towards her fresh dead husband. Forget the older guy...
She hoped to find some poison on his lips, so she might join him, and kissed his lips. Trears filled her eyes as she discovered that he could lick his chops very well, even in death. Not a drop.
Then, she spotted a dagger at the side of her lover and she pulled it out with a look of glee on her face.
She exclaimed in a loud voice "Oh, happy dagger!" And then-

"Woah, woah. Julie, baby. Did you just say happy dagger."
"Uh, yes?"
"No, you missed the point. Your not supposed to say anything."
"Ah!"
"What, are we still rolling? Cut that tape. Cut-"

(Thing may've been changed or swapped around to make up for format, drama, directors preference, or just to accomodate forgoten events. Thank you for bearing with this experiment for so long.)

Going somewhere

2005-07-13T23:48:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna be going somewhere. And somehow, it felt like I should post here before I go. I'm not gonna be gone more then a few days, but.....
I have no idea what to write. I'll probably write something when I get back.

My birthdays coming up soon, and I don't have any birthday money yet. You'r all welcome to give me some. Go ahead and give me some. I'm greedy, hand it over. Please? Oh, okay. Nevermind.

I probably should've put something like that up at the top of the page.
Have any of you been 17 before? Yah, me neither. I mean, even if you have half of you probably never got that far.
I think I'm still running on a late 10 to 12.
But those are good ages.

But back to the money, I was thinking of buying a game I'd heard a little about. Just today even!
Like, wow. And I'm not even thinking all that fast. Or at least I don't think I am.

Teresa wants to take her dolls with, but I don't see any reason too. The dools make a colorfull (not to mention fun to dress up) outlet, but we really don't need them to play a role.
Chances are, we'll just end up sitting awake for three hours late talking about htings they might do anyway. By them I mean the characters. What they're kids'll be like. What the kid's kids'll be like, what the grand kids of they're decendents'll be like. How the cow jump over the moon....without making sound with it's bell.
The bell probably doesn't make any sound 'cause there's not enough air around the moon to cary sound. But then, why is the cow alive enough to jump over it?
Or is it just an airless body floating in space? Somehow that makes more sense.
And for some reason, I was laughing while writing that. Am I sick? I thought so.

And for some reason, my sister was grabbing my hair just a moment ago.
"Your sick." She declared, just out of my eye sight. I think that's called a blind spot.
And for the record, I write most of these either in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning. Which may attribute to the way they're written.
My arm kinda hurts.
I bought a Zelda game for 2 bucks today. And a nice painting. But I may need to hang it after I get back.
In reference to the painting, not Zelda.
And I remembered what I was gonna say earlier.

I think I used attribute properly. I made the mistake of using sultry wrong earlier. Though sulrty may've matched what I was talking about, in a weird kinda standing around and held to the side angle kinda way.

And I really should get off before my dad get's home.
I'm supposed to leave at 11 am tomorrow, which normally isn't that early for me.... In fact, it's only about an hour or two after I normally like to get up. (On a good summer day it's around the time I do.)
But tonight, for some reason, it's seems kinda early. And part of me is afraid that if I don't get to sleep early I'll oversleep and miss the whole thing. That would suck.
But, yes. Part of me (Particularly the part about salted pork...I mean, the part that wants to sleep and is making all these typoes your not seeing 'cause I'm back spacing them all.)...Um, part of me seems to think I'll sleep in too late.
Even though I can get up at 6 after going to bed at 2.

And I can't seem to think of anything else tonight, and I hope this is all enough to keep you all amused.
(You know which ones I'm talking too....No, actually you don't. But it's probably the ones I actually know read this.)
So, good night and good times. Have yourself a merry little christmas and wish your second cousin well.

Now, let's all make quick money with the chicken song.
Buk, buk, buk, buk. Buk, buk, buk, buk. Buk.....buk...bluk...buck...buk.

There's a bunch of men at the track-switch rapidly moving the lever back and forth.

2005-07-02T20:09:00.000-07:00

A long, long time ago... I can still remember.... how this line used to make me smile.
And I think it still does sometimes, but right it rings no bells nor chimes... But maybe it'll amuse me for a while......

This is one of those days that I can't think of anything so I just ramble off. I thought I'd mention, however, that we had a conversation earlier about pure. Something pure may not always be purely good, they could also be purely bad. It just has to be purely something.
And great is the same way.

You could say that some one was a great leader, a terribly great leader. But they were also very bad. It's just that they're accomplishments made them great. And terrible as well-.....This isn't boring is it?

I was thinking of making a game based off of a story I have yet to finish. It starts with this girl who lives by herself. She looks a lot like me, you know. And she meets this blue-haired girl who fell from space in a capsule. There's also a boy with green hair living on earth. And this girl from space is a friend of his, you find out that that's because he's an alien like here. Later, they all go to her house and... get ice cream?
Um, they run into a guy that says he's the blue haired girls fiance. For the record, she's got a crush on her friend. (Who I think has a crush on the first girl.)
Anyway, the guy decides to repay her for finding his fiance by eliminating all witnesses. In short, he decideds to have her killed. But he doesn't. Haven't figured out why yet.

But, after that the house ends up being blown up by space pirates "for kicks" and they're all captured. The captian falls in love with the main character and she smacks him.
After being put in a cell they all get the help of a fuzzy, shapeshifting animal and escape somehow.
Then they all go to a planet where they all find out a prince has been missing for years now. Eventually they find some things that indicate that the pirate is the prince and they meet up with him again. But not before taking his eight year old kid that he didn't know(?) about with them.

I think they eventually run into a person who's related to the main character and is involved with some great cosmic thing. But this is all after what was described before and more.

Now for something else to ramble about............ And just for a change or maybe because I'm to lazy I'm not gonna bother with the spell checker.
(Five minutes later.....)
Sorry, got distracted.
I was thinking the other day....
That true mastery is not in the knowing, but in the learning.
And that made sense to me at the time.
I'm afraid I can't think of too much else, and I probably should stop before I start rhyming again. And I don't really think my rhyming is all that good.
But I do think that word formations can be an art in themselves. I'm sitting here listening to Macross 7. And I'm suddenly reminded of some kind of religious thing I thought of a few months ago. Don't even ask me why.

And I think this would be a good time to stop. This is getting to the point where I just keep talking, even after they tell me they're not listening anymore. Goes right up there with the time I was talking to Teresa and she started snoring. I mine she was really asleep and snoring. And I knew this, but I kept talking anyway......Kinda like I am now.....
I'll ramble mpre next time......

A Man's Dream

2005-06-19T13:18:00.000-07:00

I had dream last night....

It started with me walking naked through a forest.
A small animal, bunny I think, sat in front of me. It just stared at me, with a look that said "Is it you?" It self-imploded and it's remains turned into a butterfly and flew away.

After that I was in a field, I was wearing armour now.
The same butterfly flew over head, only now it was turning into a bird. It tried to say something, but it got lost on the wind.
Then I got stabbed through by a lot of spears. It was excruciatingly painful. The ground under me gave way, and I fell into nothingness.

But then the nothing turned into water, and now I was drowning. I was dressed like a sailor now.
I closed my eyes, ready to except my fate. But I found myself standing at a port, open eyed.
There was a person next to me. They whispered something in my ear, I didn't hear it. I turned to see them, but they'd disappeared.

As I stood there confused the wind blew me away. I thought my body was going to be torn apart. But instead I found myself flying. I looked down, and then I realized I was a bird.
I flew over the whole world. In my travel I saw the forest, the field, the port; and as I flew I saw myself die a million ways.
I felt something well up in my eye. A tear? I don't think birds cry though...

But this tear fell from my eye, and soon I became that tear. I was falling like rain, and when I landed I became part of the ground. I joined with a seed there and then became a tree.

As that tree I saw many things. I saw a world that never ceased to amazed, full of beauty and wonders. I saw animals wander and touch the river nearby, I saw clouds drift freely.
Sometimes, I'd wish to wander. I'd see happiness, and sadness, malice and regret. Sometimes I'd long for those too. For a thousand years I stood, watching the world.
Then one day, men came to cut me down. The started to cut through me and I screamed in agony. But no one heard me, the wind continued to blow silently without a sound.
When they'd finished cutting me through....

I woke up.

The Cast of DES. WARNING: Please read post below first.

2005-06-16T00:28:00.000-07:00

As the title states, you should read the post directly under this one. It goes with it.
I guess I'll name 'em as they come. Not sure if that's "as they come" in the story or "as they come" to the top of my head.

Katherine/Kat:
She's the original main character. Described below as "the girl". While she's got a very nice name, and she's quite fond of it, she likes to be called by her nick-name in most situations. Lately I've been considering wether or not to take out her original introductory line, since I think it's a little corny. "I'm Katherine, but you can call me Kat."
Ch'yah. Um, she's actually the daughter the village leader. Which isn't something that came up until the second version. We're currently on the third real revamp. (We being me and who ever I decide to drag into it this time.)
In the proto-type version she starts out in love with Claude, but after his possession she's not quite sure what to do with him anymore. She begins to like the guy inside him, though this may only be because she's hoping to find Claude in him. She also starts to lean toward Shadow Star and sticks with him in the end of this version.
Other version, she's pretty much left all that behind her and is totaly commited to her cause.
She likes to be a mother figure to the people she takes in, most of them orphen children.

Shadow Star:
A fairly young person when he first shows up, I think he's younger then Kat.
He leads a group of Devils from they're main land on a special long term assignment.
He's actually the son of the main devil leader, but very few acknowledge that fact including said leader. Mother is a mystery. He has a balck star shaped mark near his left eye, and an S shaped earring. (He probably has more, that's just the oen he's seen wearing most.)
He finds Kat spying on they're camp and soon after falls in love with her. She doesn't like this idea and causes him to scowl. His back ground has little difference between the two versions, but there is a difference in behavior. He's more mature in the version I'm working on, while he was kinda child like when he first showed up in the original. Of course, he matured as the story went on.
Going on the current version... He found Shadow in the ashes of a town, abandoned. He felt sorry for the kid and took him in. You might even think he feels responsible for what happened, but he'll tell you otherwise. Blade suggested the name.

Claude:
Kat's boyfriend. A human of no real stature, but fairly strong and smart.
In the second version of the current story he was played out fairly sappy (and wimpy) and was possesed by a devil outside of the group that attacked. But in all other versions, he's played as a strong, gentle, caring guy. He was alos strong willed, as his near self release in one scenario implied. I think the other reason that he couldn't escape on his own was that the devil's was even stronger.
Other then brief appearances, he really doesn't show up after he's taken over.

Devil Claude:
The temp name for the devil that possesed Claude in most versions. He originally didn't show up for anything but the alternate (and shorter) version. And he died there. But he seems to be making a more common appearance. He's a fairly skilled warrior, and personality wise he's almost plesant. In fact, sometimes he's like a more violent (and moodier?) version of Claude.
I'm thinking I should give him a name soon.
He took over Claude because he like the height, shape, and physic of his body. Not that he couldn't opperate without it, he just like Claude's. That, and he can always leave that body and leave Claude to die. But he hasn't done that yet.

Blade:
An elf living with Shadow Star's group of devils. No one can be sure if that's his real name, don't know if anyones asked. Could just be a name they gave 'im. He tends to sit quitly by himself until talked too. Then he'll talk your ear off. And if you've fallen asleep, he'll acknowledge that and still keep talking. He has speech habits like mine.
But he aslo has a flaw. At the sight of his own blood he goes beserk for a while. No ones quite sure why, he just does. This' 'as caused some of them to suggest he cut himself when his allies are far enough away. He takes it in jest. He's gotten to be pretty good friends with Shadow Star.
Although no one he knowns has been told this, he has a sucky backstory.
He was living happily in the country with his folks and sister. He had a secret crush on his sister, never let anybody know. One day, a bunch of Dark Elves came by askin' for something. The parents wouldn't let them have it. They got killed. Him and his sister left with the thing. Some box they'd been holding on too for years. He'd never asked what was in it. So, he lived somewhere with his sister for a while. Until, one day, they caught up. His sister got killed and... he can't remeber anything else. Just that the box was gone, and next thing he knew he was looking at a small troop 'o devils.

Shadow:
In the romance like thing his only role was to be the baby at the end. But that never happened in this version, so his role is a little different. After the fifteen year mark, he becomes a main focus character. Shadow knows nothing about where he's from, but is full aware of his being adopted.
He doesn't like the people he lives with, and he doesn't smile. Never has, no real explanation.
He also knows that he's a devil/elf half. He has enough trates of both to make it a little obvious.
He has nice long hair that he somtimes puts in two braids. It's gonna get him in trouble one of these days.
After running away he meets Anni and Ace, the story picks up from there.

Anni:
A fairly cheery, young adult elf. She lives with Ace who's been close to her for as long as she can remember. They have no parents. Anni herself only contributes to the story in the way that her personality effects different people.
Oddly, her and Ace have the same father, and there mothers where half sisters. Even weirder yet, they're supposed to be engaged. (Decided by a living relative.) She doesn't seem to acknowldge this fact and veiws Ace as a very good friend. She thinks Shadow is cute and wants to keep him.

Ace:
A young adult elf that looks at new things with caution. He also ends up seeing a lot of new, or at least bothersome, things while he lives with Ani. He cares for her more then she realizes, but normally doesn't say anything. His actions might imply a little though. Unlike Ani, he doesn't like the idea of letting random people stay the night. Also unlike her, he takes there engagement very seriously though he normaly doesn't bring it up.
He's 1/4 DArk Elf on his mothers side. She had a lot of trouble in her life, and I think she jump off a cliff. This left the young Ace sad and lonely. He was sort-of brought up by Anni's mother until she died. (Disease, I think.) Their dad left one night and never came back.

Rrrr-something that sounds like a bad joke:
I can't remember his name. It was Rrrr something.
I remember that he was kinda a lech, and that Shine was supposed to be his girlfriend but they didn't act it. I don't think he cared to much. He was sent with Shine to go find Shadow.

Shine:
A young devil at the near adult stage. Little is known about her, but she kinda was the reasoning type. She was going out with a guy (who's name I've forgotten) but her heart seems easily wavered. She was sent with him to go find Shadow after he ran away.

Anyone I'm forgetting or that I remember the name of I'll just call a lost soul and not bother updated into this blog. But I might add some people I haven't forgotten. Just to make them Shine!!!! (LAAAAAH!) But, please. No jokes on the girls name. Or she'll subject you to the "my cake tastes like pancake" torture.

I'm pretty sure I haven't talked about this one yet.

2005-06-15T11:29:00.001-07:00

When I was between the ages of six and eight I was drawing a few pictures while listening to music. What the pictures and music where doesn't really matter, but they inspired a story that I temporarily called Devil/Elf Story. DES, it was called for lack of a better title. When we failed to come up with a real title we just shortened the temp name.
Now, I'm still trying to figure out something else for DES to mean. I'm thinking it might be the world or something, but I’m not sure yet. 'Cause I just got the ingenious idea that it could be a piece of lost technology or something that's crucial to the ending I haven't made up yet.
But, getting back on track.....

There’s actually two different versions of it; the original concept version and the main version. The main concept version was supposed to be fairly short and, I think, a romance.

It was about this elf girl who lived in a village near a human town. And she had the most wonderful boyfriend. They were all madly in love and stuff.
Then, one day (which was probably like any other) a group of demonic-like people calling themselves Devils attacked. It sucked. :(
The girls boyfriend was possessed (taken over, body shared without the original guy having any control) and the guy that possessed him ran off. After all the burning and destruction, the girl was left bewildered. But somewhere along the way she joined a special force formed to fight jerks like these. (Note that she wasn't very good at this job.)
She was sent on a mission where "all she had to do was sit in a tree and watch." They'd found where they were based out of and sent the girl to do a spy-kind-of-mission. She wasn't even supposed to be noticed. But, she was and she was put in a cell by the leader guy. Later, she got moved to his... no, it was the other guys... Anyway, she was put in a tent with an elf guy. He was a nice guy. He talked as lot. He talked like I do. But, anyway.
Someway or another, she ends up working for/with them. The leader fell in love with her as did the guy that possessed her boyfriend. She kinda-of grew to like either. It ended up in the guys duking it out while she cried on the sidelines. The leader won, and the other guy died. After she stopped hating him for a while, I think she eventually married him and they had a nice little baby.

But that was only the original concept.... (Will finish later, need to go eat.)

8 hours later......
(Sorry, had to eat brunch, go to the park for a few hours and come back again for dinner and dessert.)

As I was saying, that was only the original concept.
In the other version of it, that being the main version, pretty much the same thing up to the point where she joined the devil group. While there, she still met the elf guy and the leader fell in love with her. But, she was on a job, nearly getting herself killed, and she got captured by an enemy force.
Here we introduce the Dark Elves. They're a lot craftier, stronger, and ambitious then the usual light colored elf.
So, she'd gotten captured by them, one thing led to another, and she escaped. But, she'd decided before that point to leave the devil camp once the chance came up. Thus, even though she'd escaped from the enemy she didn't come back to the camp. Sigh.

She ran into the forest and wandered alone for a while. She traveled like that for a while when she met up with a couple kids. In the actually story you never see her do this, but it still sends this character in a new direction. She took in these children, which turned out to be half-breeds and outcasts. Fifteen years passed, and she continued to find more. They where building a community, one of there own. Where they didn't need to feel out casted. But they still had to train to fight the enemy.
Note that from about the point they're first mentioned the Dark Elves pretty much become the bad guys. Also note that my older sister helped me make this part of the story and played some of the characters. As for the devils, after her escape she never saw them again. It made her sad, a little, she'd grown to like some of them. Though she'd never admit it.

Meanwhile, back with said group. After she left, their leader looked everywhere he could without jeopardizing what they where already doing. After weeks (months maybe?) of not finding her, he decided to let it be. Shortly after they raided an elven village. Some lady left her kid at their feet and ran. The kid was really young. Like, baby young...Yah.
So, they decided to take him in. The leader pretty much adopted him, but the kid didn't really except any of them. Not in the nice family way he should've. 'Course, 'round there no one really did. After those same said fifteen years, the boy had grown to be just about that age. (Being that they counted it as his 15th year.)
He got in a fight with the leader and ran off. (with the leaders favorite earring, fresh off his ear) This left the group kinda bothered.

In the woods, some while away, probably in the same area as the girl/ now woman and with to many commas...
A girl was walking. She was searching for berries, or something. There was another guy further back, but we'll get to him later. These people where both elves from a nearby village. The girl ran into the boy who'd ran off earlier and invited him over for dinner.
The guy she was with didn't like the sound of that, but they ended up doing it anyway.
And this is where it gets sticky. We've had about two or three branches off this point.
Two are almost the same in story, while the third and newest is a little different.

1) In this one, one of the people from the cross-breed village comes to the house and tries to rob them. It all ends in them having a nice dinner and the girl going home with a doggy bag.

2) Like the above, except that she steals dinner instead of being invited in for it.

3) After a dramatic scene with her and the guy that possessed her boyfriend, the girl from the beginning runs in to the other group in the woods. They're gathering berries or somethin'. She had a weapon drawn to defend herself from an earlier event and accidentally stabbed the guy with the other girl. It ended in the first girl being invited over for dinner. Go figure. This is the newest scenario and could change the way things pan out.

Random details I forgot to mention:
The leader of the devils sent a couple people out to look for the boy. Originally he was supposed to send their elf guy, but newer versions seem to have the guy possessing the girls boyfriend doing it.
Most species don't mix, so the girl and humans relationship was frowned upon. Devils are scary to most people and cause them to run in fear. A Dark Elf with a weapon has a similar effect.
Humans are a lot taller then elves. Devils are normally about the size of an elf, but can take a more demonic form that's often closer to the size of a human or bigger. There are also fairies in the world somewhere, but they haven't shown up yet.

Can't think of anything else. I'll try to include character info (like names, maybe) in the next post.
Sorry for making this so late, as it is so late that this must be done.
Support your bloggers, let them on the compy more often.
Till next time, whenever that may be.

If you cough, make sure that you cough into your own food as to avoid coughing into your neighbors.

2005-05-25T21:37:00.000-07:00

Don't know what I'm protesting for,
but I won't take this anymore.
Been sailing long on the ocean mind
for some hidden reason been meaning to find.
Now they've all been thinking,
and now it seems real
that these senseless thoughts have become quite the zeal.
And in this case, which I've come across,
this one simple phrase has left me a loss.
"What was I talking about?"

May I propose a post.

2005-05-09T08:53:00.000-07:00

"Daddy, tell me a story."
"I'm not a daddy, honey."
"Oh....Mommy, tell me a story."
"Well, once upon a time...."

Yes, folks, this is it. It's finally gotten to the point where we have to make cliché stories like this.
Flashing back to the most purple of scenes, and semi-going into character....

"Now, as I was saying before the narrator cut me off..."
Sorry...
".........Right, anyway. There was once a girl who walked into her front door."
"Uh huh."
"And when she walked into the door, she said something that really has no relevance to this story."
"Oooh."
"But then, she stuck her hand out and said "Chocolate." Now, the girls mother, being the person she was talking too, replied with query. "Chocolate?"..."
"Yah?"
"And then the girl said again "Chocolate!" Of course this baffled the mother greatly, but she then assumed that the girl must've wanted the afore mentioned food...if you can call it that."
"And then?"
"Well, the girl got her chocolate and accepted it readily, but still felt unfulfilled at her mothers misinterpretation of her earlier spoken phrase."
"And then? Did the mother ever find out what she meant?"
"No, dear. The world blew up, but not before the girl wrote a blog."

Whoa! This paragraph, though possibly at normal paragraph length, is way to long for this blog. So, we're just gonna have an intermission real quick.
(Here plays that song from the Monty Python and the Holy Grail intermission, or just the song playing in the very end of the Sound of Music. But, personally, I'm listening Heart. Have a nice day.)

"Now, where was I? Before the narrator cut me off."
....Girl wrote a blog."A yes."
"Momma, who are you talking to?"
"Never mind, dear. Anyway, after the world blew up the thought of that young girl traveled all the way over to the other end of the universe, where it lodged itself firmly in the brain of a dreaming young man."
"Oh, does it have to be a man."
"No, I guess it could be a transvestite."
"......""Anyway, which incidentally is a word I use far to often..."
"Oh, do go on, Father."
"Mother, boy, mother. This young man woke with quite start, and discovered himself longing to greet people. So, he walked outside..."
"And got eaten by a Godtill-Rex?"
"No, that was Susan's fate. He walked outside and walked up to his mother, who for no reason was wearing one of those odd leather tops that I'll kill you if you wore. But, getting back on subject. He walked up to his mother and said... "Chocolate." The mother thought this was very bizarre and shook her head at him disapprovingly."
"Momma, I think it's time for another intermission."

(Here plays an intermission, all for the sake of making unneeded space.)

"... Hmm. "Chocolate." He said, this time extending his hand in the introductory fashion. But the mother was still confused. And when he called out "Chocolate!" again, this time with frustration, she decided to call a doctor."
"Huuuuuh?"
"Now don't fall asleep, dear. It's just getting good. Normally, you don't call a doctor for just this reason, but she wanted an excuse to see the cute doctor again anyway."
"Zzzz."
"When she took him to the doctor he told her... "Your son is being haunted by strange dreams. We must find out the meaning of these dreams, lest your son be cursed forever." And the mother, now fairly distraught 'cause the doctor turned her down again, said...
"How do you know this?" I know, fairly short line for such a long description. The doctor simply replied "He told me.", which baffled the mother to the point of actually caring what was really wrong with her son."
"Ssssnoooore."
"The doctor simply said...wait, this is the second simple response in a row. Hmmm, he must be a very simple man. Anyway, the doctor answered her with this.
"Your son is not really sick, and he can say much more then chocolate. But he's plagued by these dreams he had last night. And he can't get them out of his head."
The mother came to a new understanding, an understanding that would change her life, one that would make everything different. This doctor wasn't so cool after all, she didn't care about him anymore and went straight for her son."
Mm hmmm, zzzzz.
"Hmm, I'm a little hungry. "Son?" She asked the young man. "What can you tell us about your dream." The son sat up from his reclined position and looked her straight in the eye. "....Chocolate." The mother twitched.
Then, the now-not-so-cool doctor walked in. Not sure when he left in the first place, but he's back now with a big machine. "Don't worry, with this machine we can look straight into his subconscious mind." The mother was impressed by the word subconscious that her interest in him was rekindled and would trust him to do anything."
Mmm? Oh, sorry. Can you do something about the constant in character thing?
"No, I can not."

Now for a brief interlude, cause all this dialog with nothing out of quotation marks is starting to get to me.
"You could always relinquish narration rights to me."Don't push y'er luck.

"After hooking up the machine to the young mans head, they could all see his thoughts in a screen. Well, all except the boy who was wandering his subconscious. They all saw a place far on the other end of the universe, a place that recently blew up, a place that looked a lot like a messy kitchen. And in that kitchen was the mother of the girl.
She was pulling out chocolate, and eating it without the girl. The girl, hearing the sound of crinkling wrappers, walked into the kitchen and said "Chocolate" while holding out her hand. "Is that a new kind of greeting?"
The girls mother asked. "Chocolate?" And for some reason the memory skipped to a few seconds later where they where joking about using it as a real greeting. Then, the dream ended."
"Yaaawn, momma are you still talking?"
"Mmhmm. The boy opened his mouth and said one word. "Chocolate." The doctor said." And hello to you too."
The mother didn't quite get it, but with a top like that the blood probably is having trouble flowing anywhere, much less the brain. The point was that someone understood him, and that made him smile. "Thank you." He said, which made his mothers mouth drop. "Somehow, I feel I can rest easy now." But was that the boy talking or the memory?
Either way, the boy decided to spread the lingo and eventually saying "Chocolate" became a fad. The End."

And I think I was gonna kill someone else off at the end, but I forgot who. So, I'll just have to spare 'em. They can wait until I get a flat tire.

Back to the strong, tall lesson plan.

2005-04-25T10:21:00.000-07:00

Hello, class. It's me, Miss Becca. Oh, I know I haven't showed up since way back in the first post, but I assure you that you still can't pronounce my name.... Or maybe....
But anyway. Today's lesson will be "How to murder a car horn".
With this necessary driving skill you'll be able to both freak out and annoy other drivers worldwide. And without the use of a car alarm even!

Now getting onto the lesson... First, get into a car; no you don't need a license for this. Then, drive over to choice intersection. (Make it busy and Seattle like.) When the timing is right, raise your fist high in the air and bring it down hard on the horn, repeat. Repeat as many times as you like or until the light turns green. For example...

See this young woman in a Seattle street? There are cars on all sides of her, and the one directly in front has just started backing up a bit out of the cross walk. But the car and the crossing people are irrelevant. But, seeing this already awkward behavior of the car in front of her, she decided it'd be a perfect place to practice this fine art.
Look how she skillfully raises her arm into the air and beats on the horn like a merciless, wild beast. It really freaked out the people in front of her. Ah, she's repeating! Behold as she takes no breaks in beating that horn to death. That's the ticket, no mercy. Show that horn who's boss. Ah, your an inspiration to us all. Oo, that doesn't look good. The poor horn...

Oh, look the lights turned green and traffic is on it's way as it should be, with no lasting damage.
Except for the poor people in front of her, some of which believe they may have triggered this soundly assault. Quite spooked they where. Thank you, mam, for you beautiful example on "How to murder a car horn".

Now that we've seen a most spectacular example, class, let us all get in the cars and try it ourselves. And remember not to try this around a cop! (Just a safety precaution.)
Also, try not to hurt yourselves, or if you do don't expect me to take responsibility for it. In fact, it'd probably be better if you didn't try this in real life at all. Bt I'm sure it'd make a great stress reliever, so don't diss this lesson all together.
See you next week class!

Dedicated to that stranger.

2005-04-18T10:47:00.000-07:00

One day, while checking my e-mail, I discovered the most uncanny thing. A comment related to this blog. Could it be? Where people really reading my blog? Did they really comment? Did that mean that they read more then the first post in site. No! But it did mean that more then total strangers where reading it. Ah, the sheer thought of it brings tears of joy to my eyes. I feel so...(sniff) accomplished.
The comment was short and sweet, consisting of two little words.
you suck
Written just like that, only in a smaller font. Ah, to think that this secret admirer would choose such words to express passion....Where is this going?
Anyway, I felt so touched by this that I decided to reply. I sent him such words as:
You know, you really should learn constructive criticism.
Or...
Ah, thank you. But next time, please specify what I'm sucking on.
Bear in mind that this wasn't exactly what I said, but it's sure what I thought.

Now, the commented on subject was apparently the one Mary helped me write. You know, the one with the weird character that wasn't even sure what it was. (It was a character she used in a video game, by the way. So, Empusa was the name of the class she was playing as.)
But I really must ask, was it the interview that sucked? Or the character? Or maybe it was the info down below. If not any of that, was "you suck" directed at me, or my 8 year old sister who helped me write it? Or maybe just the whole blog. But it's wonderful to know that you read that much..........whatever your name was.

Oh, but I feel a pain in my heart whenever I think that I may never see that commenter again.
That one soul who inspired me to write this post. Lo! had no idea what to do before this. Thank you, thank you once again.
Oh, commenter....who's name I've forgotten already, I'll try to forget you soon. No, I did not forget any words...at least I think didn't.

P.S.
These words where supposed to be invisible, but they got to lazy to be. They just got pink instead.

Let's be honest.

2005-04-15T12:47:00.000-07:00

I actually had something really cool planned, but I forgot it. So, I tried to replace it with the interviews below. Remind me never to do that again.

Right here should be a picture. It's invisible. It's so invisible that not even the computer can see it. Yah, it's that invisible. But it says how sorry I am that those interviews ever made it to the light of day....along with my spelling.

Bring bring
Bring bring
I sing
In the spring
Tring-a-ling
Stop this thing
Bring Ring

(And it continues off into darkness.)

Featuring Mary's character.

2005-04-15T11:53:00.000-07:00

"Good Evening."
Whoa, it appears our guest arrived early and spoke out of script. Well, it might help to learn her name. And the name is........Maiako!

Maiako: Good Evening, good evening. What's your name?
The Host: Welcome, Maiako. I'm The Host, and it's morning.
Maiako: Oh, sorry.
The Host: So, Maiako. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Maiako: Well, I am an empusa.
The Host:..... An Empusa. Give me moment.

This is where I looked in the dictionary, both of them. Nothing.

The Host: Ookay, so can you tell me what an Empusa is?
Maiako: Well, it takes life. And it can use thunderbolt. That's its techniques. This is a scary place.
The Host: Ookay...again. So, what do you find scary about this place?
Maiako: Well, I'm playing a video game.
The Host: I see, so it's a scary game.
Maiako: Unless you get used to it.
The Host: Hmm. What's your favorite food?
Maiako: Mmm, Teriyaki Chicken, that's my favorite food.
The Host: And drink?
Maiako: Uuh, strawberry punch cool-aid.
The Host: Do you have any hobbies?
Maiako: Nope.
The Host: Well, that was frank. Well, you seem to be pretty busy.
Maiako: I am.
The Host: I wasn't finished yet. So, I'll let you continue your game in peace.
Maiako: No, it's okay.
The Host: No, I insist.

Maiako was to absorbed in the game and could not reply. But, to fill up the rest of the time I'll put down what info I've found on what an Empusa is.

Also known as Empousa, Empousai, Mormo, Mormolykeia, and Lamia.
Some sources state that Empusa is one person, while others indicate that there’s more then one.
Either way, they/she is defined as being the daughter of the Greek goddess Hecate.
She's described as having the bronze feet, and having the ability to turn into a beautiful woman.
It states that she waits by the road and eats passing by travelers.

Other sources say that they seem to be a half-ass/half woman creature capable of turning into either a beautiful woman or cow. It's said that she likes to suck every last drop out of travelers or men, and that they can be scared away by insulting them.

This info was found with Google and is not guaranteed to be correct.

Featuring Victoria's character.

2005-04-15T11:23:00.000-07:00

This time we're featuring the character of Victoria, this Fourth Sister. The one that's younger then Teresa, but older then Mary. You'll know her. Anyway....
The character in today’s featurett iiiiis............ ARON!
Wait, didn't the other one mention........ Anyway, I use "anyway" far too often. After some strange mishap that called the character into a space cannal (?) we started the interview.

Becca: Aron, I am your father.
Aron: Nnno your not.
Becca: You are my son, and the one true king.
Aron: Stop quoting Lion King.
Becca: It's all so magical.
Aron: What's all so magical?
Becca: Do you believe in magic?
Aron: I have magic.
Becca: You can fly, you can fly, you can fly!
Aron: Yes, but stop quoting Peter Pan.
Becca: I'm not Peter Pan, he is.
Aron: Are you recording this?
Becca: I will never ever ever ever ever make a song about the Sibbie.
Aron: Heehee, that's so silly. Why are you quoting Strong Bad?
Becca: Intervention!
Aron: Just a bite.

This is where we take a break. I took a broken leg, while he took a broken egg.
When we put them together it created a green smoke that engulfed China and healed my leg at the same time. And, no, I have nothing against the Chinese.
We now return to our feature presentation.

Becca: Long live the King!
Aron:.........What?
Becca: Hail, King Arthur!
Aron: Wwwhat about Arthur?
Becca: We eat ham and jam and Spam a lot.
Aron: Why do you eat ham and jam and Spam a lot? I sure hope you don't eat them together.
Becca:....
Aron: Donut!
Becca: King Rupurt, may he rest in peace.
Aron:.......What's that from again? Oh, yeah. It's from Prin-

This is the point I stick duct tape over his mouth and have another intermission.
On with the show!

Aron: Why'd you do that!?
Becca:.....
Another intermission, this time the argument is settled. (Or put off, whichever comes first.)

Aron: So, why are you interviewing us?
Becca: Ready or not, here I come.
Aron: .....I have a gun and I know how to use it.
Becca: I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.
Aron: Enough of this, the weird-o's.
Becca: I wonder......
Aron: You..wonder... what?
Becca: Wanna hear a secret?
Aron: No.
Becca: Th-th-th-th- That's all folks!
Aron: Bye.

After he was ejected out of the space canal and into the dark void I was left to my thoughts.
"That'll show 'em guest stars."

Featuring Teresa's character.

2005-04-15T10:49:00.000-07:00

This time, folks, we're featuring the character of Third Sister Teresa. (Me being the Second, with Ellie as the First.) And what character has she chosen to let us feature?(Drum roll) ..............................(A cow bell clangs)........................Yuukii! (Cymbals crash.)

(Warning, if you have a strong dislike for script format then run for the hills.... And I'm using way to much parentheses.)
Now I don't know this character, so this interview turned out very interesting. It started out when I walked up to a wall and said...
Me:.......Booya.Then a voice from somewhere else said...
Yuukii: Why are you talking to the wall?
My sister told me that her character was sitting on the wall. But that's beside the point, so let's just skip to the point where I'm actual interviewing him.
Me: So, Yuukii. Are you a girl, or a guy?
Yuukii: I'm a guy!
Me: Hmm, very interesting. Is it just me, or do most effeminate males have either a U and/or Y in there name, or just know someone like that? Never mind, confusing question.
Yuukii:Yyyaaah, that was confusing.
Me: I'd imagine so. So, Yuukii, can you tell us a little about yourself?
Yuukii: Mmm. Well, I'm a god of death.
Me: Isn't everyone.
Yuukii: Actually, no they're not. I have another half, but it's kinda confusing. Is this being recorded?
Me: I can assure you that no audio record of this will be kept.
Yuukii: Yah, sure. You'll just write it down. What are you, a reporter?
Me:I had a banana once.
Yuukii: Baf! What the heck was that about?
Me: Why did you say "baf" instead of actually hitting me? Never mind, I'll ask the questions.
Yuukii: What are you doing now?
Me: I ask, you answer. Have you ever eaten a split with a girl you liked?
Yuukii: I don't have a girl I like. Yuran does, but uuuuuuuh. She doesn't like him back. She's a sweet girl, when she's not utterly kicking his butt. Hehe, it's pathetic.
Me:I didn't come to hear about Yuran.
Yuukii: Why not, we're the same person.
Me: Which would mean that you DO have a crush.
Yuukii: NNeeh. Somewhere, deep inside, in a place that Yuran has. She regards me as a friend, no more.
Me: Skip to the interesting parts, darling.
Yuukii: Ah, I thought it was interesting!
Me: Have you every seen a lady bug... Never mind. Intermission!

And an intermission takes place, consisting of a white screen, some dialog I don't wanna bother typing, and half a minute.

Me: Okay, we're ready to go.
Yuukii:Oh, okay. Bye, Aron!
Me: Getting back on subject, tell me a little more about yourself....And I tap my fingers together.
Yuukii: Why do you tap your fingers together, that's just silly. Why do you say you tap your fingers together?
Me: More... about yourself....
Yuukii: Well, I'll need a question before I answer anything about myself. Ask me a question about myself.... I like Harry Potter.
Me: .....If I told you to get a shot gun, would you?
Yuukii: I've got one right here.

My eyes went wide as I saw him cock the gun. I stood up, turned around, and ran away screaming... "THE KITCHENS AROUND THE CORNER!"
I probably fell off a cliff after and will miraculously be back for the next blog.

Yuukii:.....Are we done?

Warning this is a set.

2005-04-15T10:40:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed that if you spell Tea Set as T'set it spells test backwards. But that's beside the point. I'm gonna do a series of interveiws in succession. Each one featuring someones character. I'm going to do them the same day as this post, which would put the warning under it. Thus, this post is probably redundant, unless people read it in chronilogical order. (That being, from bottom to top.) So, if you actually read in order of date, then read this messege first and enjoy the interveiws soon to crush it.

This week featuring something not put out by Disney/Matell.

2005-04-15T10:13:00.000-07:00

Old McDonald had a farm.
( E I E I Oh)
And on that farm he built a restaurant.
(E I E I Oh)
With a burger here, and some fries over there.
Here a meal, there a meal, everywhere a meal, meal.
Old McDonald had a farm
(E I E I Oh)

Old McDonald had a restaurant.
(E I E I Oh)
And in that restaurant he had a special.
(E I E I Oh)
With a sale right here, and a deal over there.
Here a deal, there a deal, everywhere a deal, deal.
Old McDonald had a restaurant.
(E I E I Oh)

Old McDonald had a business.
(E I E I Oh)
And then that business put out a toy.
(E I E I Oh)
With a bleep over squeek over here, and a squigily-boink there.
Here a noise, there a noise, everwhere there's noise, noise.
Old McDonald had a business.
(E I E I Oh)

Old McDonald had a trademark.
(E I E I Oh)
And under that trademark he had a mascot.
(E I E I Oh)
With a change over here, and some cheap art there...
Here a mascot, there a mascot, every where’s he's got the mascot.
Old McDonald had a trademark.
(E I E I Oh)

Old McDonald bought the farm.
(E I E I Boohoohoo)
And on that farm he pushed up posies.
(E I E I Oohoohoo)
But...
He left a burger here, and some fries over there...
And a sale right here, and a deal over there...
A bleep over squeak over here, and a squigily-boink there...
A change over here, and some cheap art there...
Old McDonald had a farm, but that was a long time ago.
(Please stretch last note.)

This song brought to you by the "Hey, I'm still on the toilet" group. Any inaccuracies and trademark infringements are probably entirely intentional. 2005 Not Trademarked.

Belling Susan

2005-03-30T00:46:00.000-08:00

The previews end and the movie begins.
You are now sitting in a theater watching Belling Susan. You heard somewhere that this movie was pretty good, but it seemed a little familiar.
You begin to wonder why this sounds like a choose your own adventure book. The opening scene, which consisted of a bunch of teenagers practicing they're music in a garage, ended. You're left with an unfulfilling feeling already. Like you just paid five bucks for an average chick flick with bad music. You start to feel worse as the thought sinks in that you paid for times as much for the popcorn that's just as bad as you think the movie is. Shock....
And then little mice come on the screen. Not realistic little mice, like the ones in that one movie with the vet guy, but ones like the kind you find in kids movies. The kind that wear clothes. Anyway. The mice are running. Running far and running fast. And this blog is no longer about you, so you may not hear yourself mentioned as much.

Some run up a dresser, some into a hole. (The kind in that Tom and Jerry show.) Then, a cat comes bounding up from around the corner, and monster music ensues.
"It's Susan!" Cries a mouse of no import that wears overalls. Then that mouse gets eaten, and a child's laughter can be heard from across the theater.
Anyway, the cat chases the mice all over and more mice die. This goes on for the first fifteen minutes of the movie.

Then they go into this scene with about three or four male mice. They're cozy and safe inside their holes, away from "Susan." Some kind of scene happens where they picked on and everybody thinks they suck. They didn't really have to suck, but it's the stereotypical thing for people to hate, ignore, and/or boss around the main characters. I guess a girl mouse might come up, followed by the rival mouse that beats up the main hero. But those scenes aren't important to in the blog, so.... Moving on!

Later on, they all have a town meeting. There's a mayor mouse standing on that stand thing that I forgot the name of.
"We must do something about Susan!" He declared.
"Let's set a trrrap fo' the brrute!" Said one mouse, which was male and wearing some kinda kilt.
"Good show, man!" Said a nearby mouse, but then he screamed in horror as the mouse that had suggested it choked to death in front of him.
"Darn fangle it, Johm." The mayor whispered. "I told you not to sell anymore pretzels."
Another mouse suggested getting Susan trapped in molasses and left to... whatever animals trapped in molasses do.
They all thought it was a good idea, so they got together their best men, ah, mice and set out to do so. Half of them came back claiming that the others where trapped in molasses and they couldn't get any for the trap. They decided to leave the others...
At the next meeting they decided to sick one of 'er own traps against her. Once again it backfired.
That was followed by the bright decision to poison her food dish, but the person who was assigned to do so was eaten with the rest of the food. They found the poison he was supposed to use among his personal possessions.
"He could never bring himself to hurt a living thing." Said the relative who found it.

So, by now they felt hopeless. All hope was lost and they were out of ideas.
"Maybe... maybe if we just knew when she was coming." The mayor said, clenching his fists in that frustrated manner.
"Maybe we could bell her?" Said a mouse, trying to sound optimistic. Everyone else looked up, the mayor smiled broadly.
"YES!" He jumped up and ran up to the boy. "It's perfect."
The boy by now was freaked, he died of shock. But the mayor just jumped up on his stand thing.
"We'll bell Susan! Get the school bell!"
Mice ran over to the school area, which wasn't much just a corner with a bell and a bunch of crap. They grabbed the bell, leaving the school very bare, and ran back with it.
"It's here, sir!"
"Alright!"
"Who's going to bell it?" Asked a wise, old mouse.
Everyone went silent.................

INTERMISSION! (Play the cheery music)

When you come back in a mouse is standing at point blank range of the camera saying "Normally this is where the story ends, but let's kick it up a notch or two, shall we?" It was, of course, the main character mouse from before. But you only really saw this if you didn't get up during the intermission.

The show comes back on and the mice are still silent.
"................squeek!........shh............."
Then, the main mouse walks up and says. "I'll do it. I will bear the ring."
"What ring?" Says a guy in the background. But you get what the first guy was trying to say.
"Me too."
"And me."
"All of us."
These we're all his friends that stood behind him. The mayor, and all the people really, looked at them with new respect. Except for the coffin maker who was looking at their measurements.
"Then...." Said the mayor, in a shockingly soft tone. "..the task is yours."

So, they all got together and came up with a plan. It was foolproof. Probably the only reason it was fool proof was because the main characters had made it, but who cares about that.
They set out to do their plan and met face to face with the horrible (Or was it terrible?) Susan.
An exciting scene takes place where they go into the huge, cinematic battle that ends in the cat being belled and running off.
"Yay!" And there was much rejoicing.
They all came back and became hero's.

So, it happens now that whenever Susan comes by they hear it and scram. Strange how this is the most effective way, but it works.
And all is right in the world. Our hero's become popular, the guy gets the girl on some fight with the rival you never see, and a bunch of time passes.

3 days later......
A guy is taking a walk in the open, he doesn't hear the bell so it should be okay, and he finds....
DUNDUNDUNDUUUUUN! The Bell.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" The mouse runs screaming back, dragging the bell behind him.
"What is it, man?"
"Susan.... the bell...Susan's lost the bell!"
They all thought this was very serious and had to think of a way to prepare for her attack, but before the could do anything.
THUMP, THUMP.
The heavy footsteps of a larger creature.
THUMP, THUMP.
They grew nearer.
THUMP, THUMP...... Creeeeeeack.
A door opened, and a the most humongous being some of them had ever seen walked in.
"Susan?" It called. "Susan, kitty. Are you there?"THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
"I know you’re in here. I heard the bell. Where'd you- huh?" She stared down in horror at the mice, all gathered in place like a rodent invasion. "AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEH!"
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
It ran down with such rage that it made the ground shake.

A few minutes later an even larger one came in with the first one.
"Oh, no." It said. "Well, I'll just have to call the exterminator."
They left the room, but the many that had seen they're kind before looked on in horror.
"The exterminator....."
"She's gonna kill us!" And panic ensues.
"We must not panic!" Shouted the wise, old one as they all froze. ".....We must leave...now."
"Our forefathers have left many a home behind." Said a middle-aged mouse.
"Maybe that's why we always wear our hats." Said another.
And they all left the house, scattering, many of them never to see each other again.

Then as you sit there watching the credits of this film you wonder what paradox brought you here. What reason did you come here and pay the ridiculous fee. Why does the screen say "See, this is why you don't talk about Aesops Fables before bed." instead of telling you who to kill for producing this film.

And what is the moral of this story, children?
Don't pay for the popcorn. Just let someone else pay for the whole thing.
See you next week. (Cue the Twilight Zone theme)

There was this girl who talked with her eyes.

2005-03-23T17:31:00.000-08:00

"There is no such thing as a boring subject. Only uninterested students."
So said a guest Seminary teacher. Not to long after my mom said. "But there is such a thing as boring teacher." I was disillusioned forever.

Somewhere in the corner of my existence a man named VF said...
"And what dark shades you have.
All the better to hide my evil intentions with." And the world was once again as it should be.

I could feel a smile as I thought, but so faint a smile that I'm not sure if my frontal conscience knew it was there. My thoughts wandered, to the left, to the right. I chased the train, not quite catching up to it. And before I knew it, it was out of sight. I spent the next couple minutes thinking about how to write this and it made me think of something.
It made me think of how my writing is inferior to others. How my paragraphs are choppy and short. I realized how unskilled my writing was and it made me a little sad. Then I see stars.

Another smile came, this one more broad. And I thought about all the people in Vienna that sacrifice themselves so we can eat Vienna sausage. I started to wish it'd go on sale.
Then, someone in the background went...
*buys vienna sausage and eats*
I cringed. Then, a girl that looked a lot like the ninja, only not dressed like a ninja, ran in wearing camo pants, a shirt that said Zen on the back and totting a gatling gun.
"Oh, no. You did not just write like that!" She exclaimed as the gun went off. BRRRRRAAAAACK!
I could see black.

As I sat in the blackness I had a dream. It was a dream about this town, the kind that are supposed to be California movies but are probably filmed somewhere else entirely. And in this town there lived a girl. A young woman really, and with her where these two kids.
I can't remember much about them, but I remember they where supposed to be the main focus.
I also remember this cross between the T-Rex out of Jurassic Park and the American version of Godzilla. You know, the one that's more like the T-Rex then any monster movie. They called Godzilla, I think. Or just something like it.
Most of what I remember of it was that the Godtilla-Rex was storming through town and eventually stormed this big, rich party. It ate most of the fat guests, regardless of gender or job.
Eventually, the army contained it in the huge estate it'd stormed. It didn't eat the army for some reason.

The view went back to the girl and kids. They were driving around in the Jeep they'd jacked earlier and somehow ended up in front of the estate gates. She was thinking "We need to get out of here." or something like that. Then some famous guy, a reporter or actor I think, walked up in front of them. He was standing in the open(?) gateway and was wearing grass on his feet. Upon asking him he told them...
"I'm goin' in looking for fossils. The military told me to wear these on my feet so the thing won't hear me. They also told me to put this in my pocket, it scares it away." He pulled out what looked like bits of poop.
Then Godtilla-Rex came up right behind him and chomped him without a thought. The guy looked like he was played by Will Smith.

Then it switched to Godtilla-Rex standing right in front of some guard further in the place.
He was breathing heavily into the guys face and the guys hair was blowing back from the air.
The guard had an unpleasant expression, like he didn't like all the hot air in his face. Duh.
Godtilla-Rex said in a raspy, heavily breathing voice. "Hah, hah. Manure..."
It continued to breath heavily and I woke up.

Meanwhile, out in the vastness of space was a meteor. Inside the meteor was a crayon.
And when the meteor landed (Which was about the point I woke up) the crayon came out and started to do a dance. And everyone who saw that dance was filled with joy. (Including the ungrammatically correct guy who got shot earlier.)
But little did they know, that with every step a light bulb would go pop, pop. And soon the world was filled with darkness, and the area of sorrow began. And I shall write a blog.....

(Here runs the ending credits. Although there really aren't any credits, I ask that you play some song that will make your head explode just to simulate the surround sound.)

Stereo Type Continued....

2005-03-02T13:25:00.000-08:00

Back by popular request! The stereotype assignment went over so well with my siblings the so many days ago I actually wrote it. Then one suggested I put it in my blog, which is what it's doing down there. The explanation got on the wrong bus, took a plane in the opposite direction, and ended up traveling the world to accidentally get here is all. So, my sister said to continue it. Which I did, but in another post. (Enter unrelated picture that isn't and never will be uploaded.)
(Encore, Encore.) Thank you, thank you. I know you all where complaining about the price of hot dogs, but don't worry. I can assure you that it's all taken care of.... I'm not selling hot dogs anymore.
(And then the deep voice says...) "And now for our feature presentation."

Sir Slashalot and the lovely princess where riding blindly into the sunset. That was, of course, because the sun had temporarily blinded them. But you didn't come to the theatre to have the obvious pointed out. (You came to go deaf.) Any way, the princess....

They rode on until they came to a cliff.
"A shash!" Proclaimed Sir Slashalot. "I doth wonder how that gotteth there."
Meanwhile, the princess was still in naught but the cape.
"This won't do." The stereotype hero exclaimed. "I shall have to think up some unbelievable skill to get us down there."
"My Hero." Said the princess.

Suddenly, and with some warning a fair mile off the coast of China... (That being that the warning was there. Not the event.)
A man in armor walked up the path. What path you say? Why, the path just over there that was so blatantly obvious of course Sir Slashalot missed it.
Anyway, about the man in armor. He was walking up- Wait, I already told you that.
He was now in the clearing with our two stereotypical main characters. Which wouldn't be main characters if they hadn't killed off the last one in the last movie.

So, the man walked up to the girl and says in a booooooming voice.
"............. Nice cape."
"Thanks!" She says with a grin.
Then Slashalot catches this man talking to her and thinks he might be honing in on his girl. (And with her being in naught but a cape, I might be able to see why.)
"Ho, there!" He called over, and then ran over, and then got run over... by a milk cart.
The other two just kinda stared at the milk cart rolling down the rode.
The Armored Man tilted his head in disbelief. The princess said.
"......... I want milk."
The Armored man looked at her, then at the cliff, then at her, then....
"F*ck tha-

(Oh, no! I’m sorry, he's not allowed to talk like that. Scripts!)
"We will now return to our regularly scheduled blather."

Okay, recap. The Armored man was looking around, then he was saying something, good.
"Verily, verily, I say unto you. That if though shalt be ran over by a milk truck that though shalt be proclaimed a HERO and must DIE!!"
The he proceeded to run up to Slashalot's flattened corpse and started slashing i into many ity-bity-witty- ti- Not going there- Little pieces. Hahahahaha...
And a monotone laugh for good measure.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Cried the princess, who had just made the most emotional line ever in the whole thing. "You KILLED him!."
"HAAAAAA!" Proclaimed the Armored Man, who was now in a mad rush.
The princess ran up to the man, forgot all modesty, took off her cape (Which was quite nice and had belonged to the former main character.) and wrapped it around his neck. Then with a great cry she thrust him off the cliff, (It's gotta be there for something.) and into the depths of something I don't wanna bother thinking up below.

And then, a peace came over her. She was free, she was happy, and she was naked.
She had also become a murderer, and the sudden thought of this came over her and the happy feeling went away. She became filled with grief, anger, and darkness. (Yah, I know it's typical.)
She became suddenly ambitious and wanted to conquer the world. She had now become The Next Bad Guy. (Or Girl.) She walked home, naked, and prepared to write a cheesy plot for "The Next Movie".

"Stereo Type 2" is brought to you by the same people who brought you "Stereo Type 1", which incidentally is the same group that brought you "The World Wide Web". Please visit our non-existent website and make sure to click on all the character profiles. If you do this it'll bring you to the God Wars web page, and if you click all the character profiles there it just might make the first website exist in a week.
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Some one else's journal.

2005-03-02T13:16:00.000-08:00

On Gaia there is a user by the name of I Feel Toast. I met (found, met, ran smack into, take your pick.) them on a dedicated RolePlayers area. And I looked at their journal. Long pause here. I was stunned and amazed. Not sure how to describe it, and I wanted to put a link to it, but you seem to need to be a member to look at it. I'll try to find a way for non-members to veiw it later. But for now, the link.
http://http://www.gaiaonline.com/journal/?u=441177

There once was a long and fine blog post, and it may come back, oh, next week. (Enter the fat lady.)

Stereo type Assignment.

2005-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:00

The great lord Mastafesta wandered down the forest path, a scowl on her face. She normally didn't do the whole "Good guy guarding thing", being an evil lord and all. But, she was stranded and needed some cash to get home.
"Remind me again why I just didn't call for help?" She asked herself. But she hated to leave things unfinished, and a missing princess was definitely leaving things unfinished. She turned round the corner to find naught but the missing princess bathing in a spring. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Princess..." She just stared for a bit, the princess turning in surprise. "Um, why are you bathing here?"
"Oh." The princess said, in a caned, high voice. "I got a little dirty when I fell of my horse. So, I thought a little bath would be nice.
"Mastafesta stared again, but this time in total disbelief. Her jaw slowly dropped. The princess stared back with big, stereotypical eyes, the kind you find on damsels everywhere.
Mastafesta was about to say something when suddenly...

"What, HO!" A voice cried from somewhere around, after looking around briefly Mastafesta could see a very obvious man trying not to lose his balance in a tree. The man jumped down. "Fear not, fair maiden. I shall protect you from this foul beast." He swung what looked like a prop sword at the stranded Demon Lord. Said demon lord just kept staring....
"......Are you serious?"
"Hoo, ha!" The man swung his sword.
"I am Sir Slashalot. And you.."
He aimed the sword at Mastafesta. "..are a dead man." He turns to the damsel, who is all like... "My Hero."

Mastfesta wonders why this naked princess she's supposed to be protecting is suddenly on the side of this weirdo. And while she was thinking, the man chopped off her head. Blood spew everywhere and the princess cheered.
"Hurrah! You defeated the Evil Lord!...And you got blood on me."
The man cleaned his sword on the nice, silky clothes of his dead foe, took the cape off her, and wrapped the princess in them.Then they all rode off into the shining sunset, all except Mastafesta who, in fact, was now dead.

I apologize for the strange page stretching of the earlier post.

2005-02-12T16:33:00.000-08:00

The title is the entire message. Could this be a new record of short?!
And the forgotten ending theme.

The more we sing together
Together
Together
The more we sing together
The more out of key

P.S. I did go back and change it, but we need the ending theme so I'm keeping this post.

Strange Kindness, not soon to be forgotten.

2005-02-12T16:01:00.000-08:00

The other day when me and a... Excuse siblings, a couple I. Anyway and me, we were at the mall, eating in the food court. One was trying to imitate a dish called a beef bowl, though it didn't go to well. Yah, and so she had one bowl filled with rice, and beef. And my sister owed me three sodas so she got me those. But, anyway. There was a woman at another table that was with a couple kids. We didn't really them until she came over and asked us if we wanted the rest of her food. It was roughly half, give or take, of a meal that included meat and vegetable rice. My elder sister ate her beef bowl and we ate the meal. We thought she'd left by the time we were finished, so we were just saying "Don't know who she was but I would've liked to thank her again." when she came back with three of those little parfaits from McDonald's. "And dessert." She said, as she put them on our table. We turned to see her disappear into the crowd. We couldn't really talk about anything else for the rest of the meal. We never found out who she was, but we'd like to thank her one more time for that."THANK YOU, who ever, or where ever, you are."

We didn't get any pictures of her, but we did get some of dessert....

And one I recently resized.

Does it not look positively rosy?
Both photos courtesy of my sister, Eleanor, also known as the older one, or the one with the camera phone.

There's a problem

2005-01-16T22:51:00.000-08:00

I had an idea for what I was going to put up this week. But I forgot what it was. This sucks so, wait....

There once was a kingdom in the world of- Gah! Choking sound! Anyway, entering with a different storyteller.

Okay, so in this town was, like, this bug party. And they where all, like, celebrating...something. And so they..Wait, what's that. N-no, don't eat me! I'm to salty to die!
And so we get another storyteller.

In this party was a beautiful princess, who's parents loved her very much. And so they held a party to celebrate her beu-...No, no that's silly. They where holding one to celebrate a truce with someone, there. And so- Oh, crumpets. I love crumpets! Bring me some!
And now that THAT storyteller ran off.

The party started, all full of glamour. The people walked in, all of them with skirts flowing across the floor. Yes, even the men. And so, I say as I put my clothes on in the middle of the ball, it came to pass that the ball had been running smooth till the hour of 9:00. It would've been 12:00, but there where parents at this party. And everyone knows parents can't stay up that late. And so-What? What do you mean I can't dress in the middle of the room? A-arrested? Are you kidding!? NO! **** you! Get out'a here! I- no, no! (Censored.)
And once again, with a new narrator. I sigh, "sigh".

...Never mind, I'll just take care of it myself. So.....
So, as she was saying, the party was running smooth until about nine o'clock.
Then, somewhere behind the scenes, a ninja- No, wait. It wasn't a ninja! It was a girl! Okay, so a girl that looked like a ninja wearing a 50$ dress sneaked into the court yard. She was wearing a long, black dress that had a sheer material at the top. She was also wearing a mask and scarf over her mouth. In fact, she looked exactly like the girl out of the Halloween episode. But anyway...
Back in the castle, the princess was dancing with some cute hunk from who-knows-where, a small country out back by- What, not enough time? Okay. But then, whoa, but lo, the sneaking girl WALZTED into the ballroom. Actually, it wasn't really a waltz, she doesn't know how to waltz, more of a stride. Anyway, she walked in and....Ate food. Then, lo, but ho!

Someone came over to her. Was it the cute hunk that the princess was dancing with? Why no! It was the princess herself. She came over because she thought the ninja's hair was pretty. And it was. But back on topic. She also commented that she "Never met a ninja before."

"Like, I've never met a ninja before."

Then, the girl commented that she wasn't a ninja, or even remotely trying to be.

"Ah, you B**CH!"
Okay, so she didn't say it quite like I said it. But, hey. Um, don't repeat that kids, or adults. It only shows your lack of-But, that's another story.

So, the hunk came up and said. "Hey, how's the caviar."
"We don't have caviar." The princess said, disgusted.
"Oh. Um, who's your friend?" He said, looking at the not-supposed-to-be-ninja.
"Me? I'm, uh, I'm."

And then she paused. For she remembered the words of her fairy panda mother.
"........................................................."
Wait, it didn't say anything. It's a panda. But she remembered something her great, great, great grandmother said just before climbing back into her tomb that was the sand box so many years ago. "Seek not the Jabberwocky. For it shall be your impending DOOOOOOM!.....I'm coming, Elizabeth!"
The girls face was one of shock. But by now the hunk and princess had wandered off, figuring that she wanted to be left alone with her flashback. They could tell it was a flashback 'cause everything was in purple.

So, the girl hung around the party for a while. And while she was there she talked to five people! One she had two conversations with, another a short conversation. And the rest where just short "Hello"s. She found it strange that they greeted her as if they'd known her for years when she'd never seen them before in her life. She also found it strange how the hunk and princess didn't get counted as people she talked to. Hmmm....
And then she danced, danced a dance of joy. Danced a dance of sorrow. And danced a dance that looked like she was having a seizure. Someone stopped to ask her if she was okay, that was the short conversation.

But then, as all parties do, this one ended. It wasn't half as good as she thought. In fact it was total crap. She wondered when the next one would be. Oh, yes, it was a masquerade party. I forgot to mention that. It was now three in the morning and all the adults wanted to go home. So, they told me to- Ah, I mean told the girl to go home. And I did...with her. I was the chaperone, yes! Not the girl, where would you EVER get that idea. Wait, you didn't? .....Forget I said anything. Except for the story part. And the rest of the blog....and the- Oh, just...Anyway.

Back to the story. The girl-no. This story wasn't about the girl....It was supposed to be about the princess....But I guess we're out of time now...I'll tell you about something else later..this week. Or the next...month. Trying to get a specific time schedule here.
Wait, is that the credits rolling?! Oh, dar-

(Roll credits here.)(By Bambi, Bambi, Bambi, Bambi, Bambi, ect.)

Bringing Freedom of Speech to a New Level.

2004-12-30T20:43:00.000-08:00

Fight! Fight with me against the system! Don't you all see it? English Home work. It's stunting the Evolution of the English Language! By teaching people about "Proper Grammer" and "Good English" they're slowing down the evolution of language. Do you really think the men who created your modern language wanted it's growth to end at that? Come and Join in the Fight!
Leave your school books and join with me. For the sake of our languages future!

Brought to you by the "Why the heck do I have to do school work!" Asociation. Copyright of absoluty no one. All other ideas or Blah Blah may be posted next week or in some other demension. Offer void in non English speaking countries.

NOOO! A MISTAKE! DELETE, DELETE, DELET, DELETE!!

2004-12-22T19:13:00.000-08:00

MY GAWD! Is that on there TWICE!? Never, never ever take that as an example kids. It makes your cat scared, you mom dance, and the cow jump over the moon.

Enter title here.

2004-12-22T19:02:00.001-08:00

Today we acknowledge that computers funk out. While I was doing something on the web, my computer funked out. Super..Duper..Sigh....So, I'm making a post. I can't think of WHAT to post, but I'm posting anyway.....sigh..

It is now two days to Christmas Eve. I'm not sure wether or not to anticipate or dread it. I feel like the Grinc. I've lost the meaning of the holiday amongts the noise. I love this holiday, the meaning behind it, the activities, the company....but I can't seem to..I don't know........My grammer is terrible today.

You know, it just acured to me that I'm treating this blog like a real journal right now. It's weird. Remind me not to do that again....And remember, the key to your heart is mixed in with your house key. Be sure not to get them mixed up. Your signifigant other'll take less of your stuff....Adeiu.

2004-12-22T19:02:00.000-08:00

The First Few Days Before Christmas.

2004-12-18T20:19:00.000-08:00

Twas the Week Before Christmas
And all through the mall
Not a store had it's merchandise
Not even a doll

The presents were all bought
and wrapped up with care
in hopes that there genirosity
soon would be shared.

I made this up while christmas shopping. I couldn't think of anymore. But here's one my sister came up with while eating.

Sugar Bells
Sugar Bells
Great for eating with Christmas Dinner
Ring-a-ling
They can't ring
Not even on Christmas Day.

I can't think of anymore. It's sad. My brains been broken since last night.

YARG!!! !! ! Extra exclamation points.

Please, please, please, please, PLEASE Comment. I'll try to continue this post later.

GOD WARS! Super giant Gaming fun.

2004-12-08T08:14:00.000-08:00

I've had this thing I've been doing. It started out when I was real small, well maybe not that small. But anyway, I was pretty young. And it was about these people that went around savingthe world. But that's irrelivent. I'm not telling you the story, or telling you about the characters.

I made a game and I put it on Gaia. It's on Gaia because I didn't make it table top. That's not a reason, but it works. I was going to tell you about it in a series of blogs. One peice the first day, the other the next. But that big. bad, nasty 'ol mom said NO. Oh, well. Life sucks, sing a song about it. .....
So, I'm sending you the link. Or posting it...However that works. And I guess I speak in fragment sentences. It's a bit of a long read, but read anyway.

....Even if it does take till next week...

(I made the map.
It's a piece of crap.
I could use lessons on rap.)

New Record! Shortest Post in History!

2004-11-26T08:58:00.000-08:00

Well, history of this blog.

How many letters are in the word brain, and how many brains did it take to assign that many letters to it?

Please comment.......

Ode to Food.

2004-11-23T11:26:00.000-08:00

And then the alien ate a hamburger. Let us all salute the hamburger. Mooooooooo...MOOOOOOO....MOOOOOOOOOOO....
I'm acttually listening to some really cool music right now. It sounds like..You can't here it?..

Let's look at a world atlas. Over here is Africa, and over here is China. And right here is Mt. Rainer, home of the Man- eating Moose. This Moose, it'll come out of the shadows and eat small children who don't listen to there parents. Especially small children named-Ugh! Oh, glitch-fonk.

More syrup!
Cowdy, Cowdy. They're far to rowdy.
Things are getting a little loudy.
If they're good them a howdy.
If they eat you, get out of there now-dy.

Open the book, and open the sky.
Magical Bugs are very so nigh.
It could be your visions are caused by a high.
But if it still wasn't they might as well try.

Climb the tree to the squirrle filled book.
Open your heart and read in the nook.
When the clock strikes, I shall move the rook.
To herald the angel who once was the crook.

Maple trees have skinned knees.
But broken bones may sunder.
Crash! With ones and twos and threes.
Toll the rolling thunder.

....... I feel like singing. That was actually quite refreshing. Don't know what came over me, but t'was refeshing anyway. 'K? 'K. So....Give me a minute to think here.....

Eeeeyyaaaaaagh.....Space fingers. You really can't feel them but they tickle me to pain. But not this time. But yah. I've got a lot of buts here. ...No pun intended...Let's not go there.
I'm running out of ideas here...So, let's make up names.
Like Bookaboo, Rude-Buttkiss, and BradBrianButch. Too many "B"s here. But before we change letters, ah, topics I'd like to tell you about Butch.

Butch is a squirrle, a little brown squirrle. He's owned by a little boy that likes the name Butch, and squirrles. Butch spends most of the day in a cage, except for when he's on someones shoulder. Then he's..on a shoul..der..Yah. Okay. Enough about Butch.

Enough about Blog, come back later. In a week, ir two. But first, the obligitory quote.

"Thank you, I shall repay you. Unless I cannot find you or else I forget."
Shrek 2

Frozen Solid: Icecream Sundae.

2004-11-20T13:12:00.000-08:00

These passed few days I've been frozen solid. So solid that I had to actually move just to keep my heart beating. I had to make sure that my chest was moving up and down, up and..Oh, wait a minute. It does that anyway. Okay never mind. But it has been cold.
I was supposed to do a story. But, it's cold and I'm preoccupied. I just wanted to thaw out the blog.
See the giant heater? Yah, that's what it's for. Man, I wish I had one of these at home. I'm turning it on now....Okay, maybe I don't want one. So, I'm just gonna let the blog grill. And I'll probab;y be back some timr later today...Or this week...Yah.

Halloween: And the masquerading evil ninja person.

2004-10-31T23:30:00.000-08:00

Today was Halloween. Was being because I'm writing this at nearly midnight, and by the time I finish it won't be Halloween. It'll be November. But, that's another subject. Today, I dressed up. In more then one place! I dressed up on the internet, and I dressed up here. My sister also wanted an ocumpaning story to go with a picture, so you'll also be seeing that later. But first... Lately I've been getting into this one site, it's known as Gaia Online. Well, on this site there are little avatars you can dress up. And mine was wearing a costume. It's almost entirely made out of my sister’s clothes. Provided I can get it to work, I'll show you a picture.

And an extra. This was in the dressing room, cause I was only trying on the hat.

"KING TRITON!" So it is said.Well, that about covers the avatar. Now on to the real pics. This year, I dressed up as Cousin It!

No, really. I actually had a real costume. It was slapped together, it was last minute, and it looked better then any costume I've had thus far. And it looked a something like this.

......Not that one.

And...

Kinda grainy, no? I'll see if I can come up with a clearer one.

Well? Can't make it much clearer, it was taken with a phone. But here's one I took myself!

Well so far it's been nothing but pictures! And I promised you a story. Hmm. Better get to work on that. Now let’s see. Once upon a time, there was this girl.And she wanted so very much to go to the masquerade.“Sure would be nice.” She thought, dreamily gazing into the sky.

Then, an angel came out of the sky.

And it landed on her bed. And then she asked it; "Are you my fairy godmother?"
And it said..Nothing! It's a panda, it can't talk! But, it did give her a gift.

Isn't it nice?

So, she tried it on. Wow, it fit! Comfortably even. But it was missing something. So, she pulled a scarf out of her drawer, or is it a box, and put it over her mouth. "It looks a bit like a ninja. But that doesn’t matter."
After that, it was time to sneak into the party. Do ask me why she had to sneak, it's just the way the story progresses. Plus, I wanted to add this photo.

Then she..Oh, my! It appears we've run out of time. Come back next week, and I might finish the story.

Slow Day.

2004-10-18T07:30:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody. Today, I'm a little uninspired. So, I've decided to take a self-class on talking slower. And if you could see how slow I actually type, you'd see that I'm not to far from reaching my goal. Of course talking is a whole other matter.

It's not like I talk rapidly, in unnecessarily high pitched tones, repeating "repeating" every "every" word. Five times...
Yah. Anyway, my problem is that when I get to rambling I can easily do an average of about two whole sentences before stopping having to breath. See, their's a trick there. One sentence on the inhale, two on the exhale. You can go on like that for a good long while. Without turning purple even!..I like purple.

This just in. Today my mother has informed me that my grammar, spelling and puncuation are..less then they could be. Okay, so she went right out and said they suck. Suck what? Well that'd take a whole other conversation. One involving birds, and bees, and those little lollipops you get in those assortment packets.

...As I was saying, before the turkey dinner(?), today is a slow day. So slow, in fact, that my train of thought took off without me. But worry not! This happens all the time. Then I just sit there like..Um..uh..What was I say again?
Yah.

Time for a song.
Yah, yah.
Some kind of lyrics.
Yah, yah.
For soul and the spirit.
Yah, yah.
I don't have anymore to this song.

Yah. That happens to me a lot too. Which reminds me of this parody I was doing on Knights in White Satin. It involved this one character, in this one restaurant. And it had Red Satin Seats. Thus Seats of Red Satin was born. But I doubt it'll ever be big. I only made the first verse!

And somewhere else in the universe.
Hello class. Today where going to learn how to abolish internet misspelling. We'll start with this innocent looking error right here.
"hte"
Doesn't that just drive you out of your skull! And that would hurt, cause without your skull your brain would be exposed to lots of hazards, and bacteria. And that wouldn't feel very good, now would it. As we where. Now take this (squirt?) gun full of some kind of harmful acid that'll instantly kill the misspeller. Ready, aim..Oh my, you've poured it on yourself! That must be dreadfully painful. Oh, well. Children, let us use this as a GOOD lesson, listen to our parent, and not play with weapons. (Fake smile)

Meanwhile back in the former part of the universe.
Yah. I know. I'm being a hypocrite. Deliberately misspelling, repeating words, and even using that SMILE. I have a sister who keeps making a character do that. Those fake smiles, they drive me crazy. Yah. I suppose it's safe to assume that "Yah" is phrase of the day...Yah......
To many dots...

This weeks isn't very long. But, what do you expect. It's a slow day, It's about 8 in the morning (Even earlier when I started.), and I am not a morning person. I'm one of those people that feels comfortable sleeping till noon. A habit I should get out of. Kind of like brushing my teeth! No, that's backwards...Toothrot, use it.
A lot of over fragmented paragraphs..

I just remembered, I was going to show you all my random word generator. You know those programs you can find on the internet, and stuff? You know, the ones where you push a button and it pops out with a random phrase like: "You have my cat-monkey's shoe." Yah, those.
Well, long before there was the internet, or even computers, there was the original Random Word generator. The human brain. Now this advanced piece of natural science could not only put together random words, but could also..Trying to remember..Ah, yes. It could also create new words. For example: "Popyfish, to the cat-mobile. The phrase finder is in need of a Jello vendini. Away, arah!"
Well? Fun, no? You should try it some time. Now, I'm going to play with it some more.

"Open the catwalk, the aderwalk! There's no excuse for Pearlina's toad to act that way! It' catrustonic! Open Van Disel! I can't stand muffin heads. They make my toe's cat's aching tooth do the hammer walk."
You'll note that if you do this right you can be grammatically correct, and still totally random. Of course, my grammer'll never pass that test..Well, maybe. I suddenly craving Taco Bell. Not the food, just the place..No, I had a sudden craving for a taco and burrito. Mmm. I haven't eaten yet, and I've been up since about 6. The sun is now coming up, I think my mom just got out of the shower, and I'm no closer to having that burrito. Mmm. Hmm.

Now for another song! The World Wide Web theme.
Doom, doom doom, doom, doom, doom, doom!
Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, DOOM!
Dun, dun, dun, DUN!

Yah. So, I'm going to end. It was before 8 when I last checked. And now, it's 8:20. So, no more blog..Not today..Bye.

The World Wide Web

2004-10-06T09:43:00.000-07:00

So, I was talkimg with my mom one day. When I came across this incredible idea! I was thinking of how big a spider it would take to make a world wide web. Mom said "About the size of Africa."
She later corrected herself by saying it'd actually be closer to the size of Australia.
But, anyway. I was thinking about what kind of horror flik that would make.

So, you'd have these people, and this giant spider. And this spider would go around trying to make this world wide web. Of course, we couldn't fit a spider the size of Australia in a sound stage. So, we'd just take a big plastic spider and move it around a map. We'd use all these little teeny, tiny boats. And we'd make them attack it. But the spider would prevail!

And for the scenes where we show real people, we'd just film real actors and have a big giant spider leg being moved around the sound stage. Then we'd have some dialog, then the spider leg going "Doom!". And then some more dialog, then the leg with dramatic music, going "Doom!". Then the people, and screeming, and the leg going "Doom! Doom, doom doom doom." Oh, no!

Then the people would have this big mecha godzilla type thing the size of two skyscrapers!
And we'd have this clip with the mecha going, "Dun, dun, dun." And then this clip of the spiders leg going, "Doom, doom, doom." Then "Dun, dun, dun.", and "Doom, doom, doom. "Dun, dun, dun." "Doom, doom, doom." Then the mecha would be all, like, charging forward. And the spider leg would just go "Kick!" And then the mecha would go all "Splat!"

Then we'd have another clip on the map, with the plastic spider and the teeny, tiny boats. And they would be all shooting off their itty, bitty missles. And it wouldn't even phase it, it'd just run through. Then after making it's big web they'd be sending little space-ships at it from this one space station. And they'd be all flying at it, except they all get caught in the web.
Then the spider would just come up to them, in their teeny, tiny space-ships. And it'd wrap 'em all up. And then it would go "Shlluurp!" And yeah, the world be all caught. Spider prevails!

And I'd call it The World Wide Web.
Very campy movie.
I might make it some day.
Maybe next week.
Maybe.