Friday, April 29, 2011

Otherwise it smells like feet to me

Time Started: 6:48

haha, strange title, I know, but it's actually from a song.

I may not like the Jonas Brothers much, but once in a blue moon their songs aren't half bad.

It's not really my brand of music, but I don't mind most of their songs.

It's the listening to it unwillingly every day (sometimes multiple times a day) for about two years straight that got to me.

The title is from Camp Rock II--No, I didn't see the movie, but my sister has the soundtrack--from a song called "Introducing Me"

It's sung by the youngest one of the band, the one that used to sound like a chick before he got a voice change.

I just like a few of the verses;

"And I like to use the word dude/As a noun/Or an adverb/Or an adjective"

That one's mah favorite, I think.

Their beat may be preppy and pop-ish, but their lyrics are really thoughtful, and that's the important part.

I don't get the point of listening to R.A.P (Retards Attempting Poetry) when the only thing they're talking about is sex, money, and drugs.

I hear enough of that at school, thankyouverrymuch

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Throbby Throbby

Time started: 9:00

Blarg, I really hate injuries.

I don't even know what I did. I had an ingrowing toe nail so I cut it out.

Now my toe's soaking in betadine and it won't

stop


throbbing





GAH, I've tried keeping it bent, keeping it elevated, keeping it straight, a combination thereof...

I don't wanna take any pain meds, tho, because we just finished the Drugs unit in health and I don't wanna even RISK the chanse of Overdose. It's bad enough I've got that potential risk down from damn markers....


I think I'll just do a short entry today. I can't really concentrate and it's past my bedtime anyhow.

Enjoy this picture instead :)

There's a few doubles in here, have fun finding them. Minions are from Dispicable Me and are (c) Dreamworks




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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Vumbe Vyote Vya Mungu Wae Tu

Na m'falme wae tu

Time started: 5:25

When I was in choir Freshman year we sang O' Sifuni Mungu. It was the one thing I was looking foreword to the most because the year before my sister'd taken me to that year's choir concert and I fell in love with the beat. It's so happy, I love it.

It was the first song I'd learned that wasn't in spanish or english *cheer*

I'm not really sure what it means, though.


Watu wote
Vyumbe vyote
Awaye yote
Sifu Mungu

Haha, I think my favorite part of the whole song is the animal sounds (It's not in this version but imagine instead of the whooping you hear a stage full of highschoolers singing and making animal noises). I remember my section of the choir got to be the monkeys. It was awesome.

Ours was faster, too--more upbeat than that version, but its hard to find a decent concert choir version without the quality sounding like a home video....



THis song also reminds me of Lion King, my all-time favorite movie. Especially the parade/festival in Animal Kingdom (you have to create an account, but you can listen to it here. Just make a free account and click on Jukebox. Animal Kingdom should be the third or fourth on the left-hand-side list under Disney Parks, and the audio to the festival begins at "Disney's Animal Kingdom - Parades & Shows - Festival of the Lion King" remember to listen to all of it otherwise it's kinda pointless!)

I've probably already mentioned the site, but I'll mention it again. D-CoT is AMAZING because you can listen to the audio of anything from the original Main Street Electrical Parade to Turtle Talk With Crush. Got a favorite ride? Relive it without the line or the ticket expense! It really is a great way to let out the little kid in everyone.

(Blatant shoutout to Mrs. H-S, it's great for a free vacation for the kids!)

Haha, I'm gonna go skip off to Disney World now, ta ta all!


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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

So Yeah.

4:22

I find it really very challenging to do much of anything for myself on hollidays. I should've known that and put it on the contract, but oh well. What's done is done.

So is it just me, or do hollidays tend to be family-based? Assuming that logic is sound, would it therefore be really very STUPID to invite your boytoy "friend" to Easter Dinner? Especially if it's not at your house?

Okay, I guess I should explain. See, my aunt is an idiot. There's really no way to describe her in words--nicely, anyway. She breaks up with some jerk she'd been seeing for about a year--and went to Paris AND Vegas with, mind you--and then decides to randomly pick up some slum jerk guy off god-knows what crappy dating site.
This guy does Hip Hop and carries a gun and fixes cars for a living. Sorta strikes me as the type to watch porno and do drugs--not that there's anything wrong with those people, per se, I just don't want them in my house.
So he came over for St. Patty's Day, which, granted, isn't that big of a whoop, and I swear he's the worst dinner guest in the world. His favorite topic at the dinner table seems to be vomit. Literally.
I really get bad vibes from him, especially given he never blinks. At all.

Okay, back to Easter. So we'd all agreed--that is, my parents, sister, and I--that we didn't want him over. My aunt'd said openly that it'd never be serious and not to worry, so why should we allow him to come to EASTER DINNER at OUR HOUSE?
Well apparently my aunt had a hissy fit and decided if her  boytoy "friend" couldn't come than she just wouldn't go either.
I swear, if it weren't for my poor grandparents and how they hate fights, I wouldn't be talking to that idiot at all. It amazes me how my dad put up with her for so many years at all.

Perfect example: I only see her when there's free food involved. Did she show up when her parents were hit two blocks from her work? No. Did she show up when we took them to subway not long after? Yes.

Another classic example: She shows up for dinner--and of course I'm the one stuck answering the door--and doesn't even get through the god-damned door before showing off her puke-green dress and matching shoes "from Paris."

Really?



Really?


They're god-damned shoes! They're made for supporting your feet, why the hell would you want to spent who knows how much for them in Paris when you can get the same ones at Payless for five bucks?


And let's not forget the time we went to Casa Molina. Servers are required to check in on people--I know this, my sister works at Old Chicago--and if they don't how are they supposed to tell when you're ready for the check, right? So we're sitting there eating and she's going off about something or another--I've honestly stopped paying attention to her stories because they're all just her complaining about one thing or another--and the server politely waits until she's done before asking if we need anything.
My aunt replied real haughtily "no thank you" and proceeded to complain loud enough for other people to hear how annoying it is when you're talking and the server interrupts to ask if you want anything.

Really?


Really?


And that's not even the best part.

At my elementary school there were quotes lining the whole cafeteria/stage. I had invited all of them (ie parents, sister, grandparents, aunt) to see me in the talent show. I didn't find out until about two years ago that my aunt had copied every single quote down to be used for her own work (I'm not really sure what she does but it usually involves booklets for little kids) and now every last quote that Jefferson Park Elementary had collected and created now sits in some poorly done coloring book or bookmark or whatever because that is how cheap that woman is.

And I had to sit next to her and her  boytoy "friend" all through Easter dinner because she only shows up when there's something free in it for her.



So with that and cooking and trying to get my grandparents to let us help them and cleaning and homework, you understand why I couldn't really post much on Sunday/Monday.



So Yeah. That's what you missed.

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Saturday, April 23, 2011

Mixed Holidays

Time Started: 2:42

No, seriously. I feel like it should be Halloween, not the day before Easter.
But I guess that's my own doing, in a way. See, there's this amazing person on Deviantart who makes the best Oswald art I've ever seen.
Twisted Wind, you are amazing. Not only is their art spot-on for the style, but they are one of the few artists that are actually true to the original Oswald!

Okay, so I found out TwistedWind has a comic, too--a little dark for Disney standards, but I personally love it. It's what got me into the creepy-Halloween-ish mood. Well, that and Mitternacht, by E Nomine (feel free to ignore the ending, it's really rather pointless, so feel free to stop listening/watching at 6:35. The same goes for the video itself--I know it really doesn't go with the song itself at all, but it was the first Extended Version I could find. The Radio Edit is good, too, but I like the Extended best.)

I'm tempted to go write creepy stuffs nao. Tata, all!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday--What's so good about it?

Warning: Venting ahead

Time Started: 11:38

No, seriously. It may just be because I've never had a religion, but what's so good about Good Friday? Isn't today the day that they nailed ol' whats-his-face to the cross? (I'm not at all trying to bash the religion, I just honestly don't get religion at all.)
(My dad and I also call him Jesus--like, Heh-seuss, not Gee-zus)
But that's another story for another time.


I really wish I'd stop having such weird, vivid dreams. It's not that they're nightmares, per se, but they make no sense.
Like, for example, a few nights ago there was one where this demented blonde lady that apparently knew my mom in highschool showed up at our house and was going to shoot every inanimate object she could.
I stopped her by putting a fat bat plushie on my head, going up to her on a pogostick, and declaring that I was weirder than she was so she had to go away because I beat her.

Seriously.

I get that some of the dreams have some meaning to them--for example, I had another where all of my friends and I were in a PE class where we were playing some sort of Hide-and-Seek/Dodgeball mix. I was one team, everyone else was another.
For that dream I get that my subconscious is trying to tell me that I'm isolated. (In several ways but I won't get into that)

I get the Toy Story one, too. I was thinking about TS3 the day before, so it shuffled in--though why there's ghostbusters, I have no idea.

IgetlastnightstoobutforthesakeofmydamnprideIwon'tgetintoit.



On a completely unrelated topic that is also somehow completely related, I think my house is happier when we listen to Oldies. It was made in the fifties-ish (I think?) and it always seems so much cheerier inside when we're listening to oldies.
It feels so much more familiar to me, too, but that's because of cartoons. All the really good cartoons were made "back in the day" and since that's one of the many things I grew up on, it makes sense that I'd feel happier listening to them.

Nothing cheers the place up like listening to Buddy Holly's "Great Balls of Fire" or anything by The Andrew Sisters or Ritchie Valens' "La Bamba"

AndtrustmewhenIsayIneedit

I've been feeling a little depressed lately. I hope it's just a phase, cuz it's really no fun at all.

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Concerning Oswald

Time Started: 5:31

My mom and I had a big discussion about Oswald today. We both agree that Disney's current approach to Oswald SUCKS.
I mean, sure, make him resent Mickey in EM, whatever. But to continue that idea for his entire image? Bad idea, Disney.

Think about it;

Once upon a time there was a happy little cartoon character named Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. He made many cartoons and was litterally one of the first to truly make it in the animated world. Then he was transfered to Charles Mintz's hands, and he made some more cartoons. But he wasn't the same--Mintz was cruel, uncaring. He saw Oswald as a tool, not a 'toon.
Then one day Disney regained the rights again, and Oswald was transfered to the Vault, still more or less unheard of by the Disney fanbase.
Untill Epic Mickey was released, making millions of people around the world sympathize and fall in love with Oswald.

Oswald's been thrown into a whole new word (no pun intended) and he has millions of fans again. If I were in that situation I'd be timid, unsure. All cartoons want to make people happy--make them smile, make them laugh--so why choose resent? Okay, Mickey did in a sense take Oswald's spot, but they're brothers! Oswald has a new, better position open now, one where he can find himself with absolutely no boundaries.
And if Disney is smart they will go that angle instead of where they're headed. Don't change Oswald from who he is, damnit! Bring back the happy Oswald, the one who loved his wife (girlfriend?) and his kids and who cared about others! Not this angsty heartless imitation running around!
And while we're at it, let's give him a better voice actor, yeah? Find some nobody who's never done anything major, not someone who we hear and automatically think of all the other voices they've done. And Ortensia, too--they've introduced her, why can't they bring in a voice actor for her, too?

Another thing that really bugs me is the whole adding color thing. If so many of the other characters in Wasteland are still in black and white, why change Oswald? The blue shorts is okay, I suppose, but I think I would've prefered to keep him black-and-white.
I've seen some artwork that's tried changing Oswald's style--giving him gloves, making his face flesh colored like Mickey's, giving him shoes, adding the buttons like Mickey has on his shorts, etc--but that seems like we're trying too hard to make Mickey and Oswald look the same. Mickey was the blatant copy, remember folks? Oswald never had gloves, Mickey always did. Oswald SHOULD originally have overalls--as seen in "Trolley Troubles"--not some knockoff recolor of Mickey's shorts. Oswald's the LUCKY Rabbit, why would he want to cover his LUCKY feet with shoes? (again, see "Trolley Troubles" for proof) Oswald's face has always been white, even in Epic Mickey. Mickey Mouse has flesh-colored skin, NOT Oswald! They were never twins, so stop trying to make them such!
And why blue? Because it's always the 'opposite' to red? Again, they were never supposed to be twins! Mickey is the little half-brother. Oswald IS NOT the clone, mutated to look more rabbit-ish than mouse.

To prove my point;



Why else do you think I didn't change much for the Travel Journal? Because I like the ORIGINAL Oswald, not this angsty wannabe we've got parading around currently.
I swear, give him a scar, glasses, and a wand and he's Harry McAngstypants Potter in desguise.
Strike that, he's more like a Movie!Draco without the abusive father. (caugh PIMPCANEcough)

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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

SPRING BREAK ASLHSADLFJLSDKJFL:AKHUJREOISADJFLKAJERKLJSDGL:KHAELRJ

Time Started: 5:29

Yayness spring break has arrived. I'd totally be napping right now but we're having dinner with my grandparents in, like, half an hour

and for whatever reason I cannot type today

blah~~

Okay so you remember my old-new Aanyx model for MMD, right?
Well her physics randomly decided to quit on meh about a week ago so I made a new shiny one.
Granted I'm still not finished as I'm still trying to find a decent shirt with cooperative physics but seeing her in pigtails has grown on me.

See, here is where I'd insert a pic of her, but she's embarrassingly unfinished. The only shirt she has is a tie-bikini and it's especially awkword because it doesn't fit her character whatsoever.



Jumping tracks, I got my first journal entry back today. I got 6/5 on voice *insert happy dance here*



Haha, sorry about that. We left earlier than I'd expected so I didn't have time to finish, but we just got back.

My light did go out though, which sucks because we don't have lightbulbs and so I get to sit and type in the dark.

Joy.

Mayble I'll go read fanfiction or something...


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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Technology hates me

Time started: 8:00

No, seriously, it does. I couldn't update yesterday because I came home to find a computer in pieces and a laptop that wouldn't connect to the internet. So now that makes two days that I've not done a post. Darn me and my incompatability with technology.

See, about two years ago--well, okay, lemme back up some more first. Ever heard of the "Blue Screen of Death?"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Screen_of_Death
Have fun.

So our computer, is, like seven years old, and it frequently freaks out (PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T DIE AGAIN AS I TYPE THIS COMPUTER. WE LOVE YOU!!!)
and so the Blue Screen of Death isn't really anything new. Usually we just power it off, give it about five minutes, then turn it back on.
Well one time about two years ago, I was playing ToonTown and I got the BSoD. I figured it was no biggy--it'd happened before--and so powered it off. I made myself some chocolate milk--because that's usually the most consistant thing we have around here--and went to turn it back on...
And all of a sudden the fan inside the tower starts whirring.

So here I am, completely freaking out and trying desporately to make it stop sounding like it's about to explode.
Then the tower starts to smoke, so I book it outside for my dad.
Turns out there's a master power button on the power strip thingy, go fig.

So ever since then it's done the same thing every time it starts up, and every time I flinch and shrink away because--even though I know it'll eventually calm down again--that was perhaps my most traumatic experience. Apparently there's a way to make the school computers' fans go faster and the idiot dumbasses in my pathetic excuse for a history class do that almost every time we're in the computer lab, and somehow I'm forced to sit right across from them no matter what lab we go to and every damn time I have to just flinch and scoot back.

So yeah, I'm scarred for life. That's why I'll never be able to work with anything that whirrs like that because I will freak out and have minor panic attacks every time.


Anywho....
...what was I saying? *goes back to re-read*

OH! YEAH!
So yesterday I come home and find the tower in pieces, right? turns out the speakers were picking up feedback so my dad tried to fix it but the computer wouldn't turn on and kept doing the whirring thing just as fast and high-pitched as that first time and it wouldn't respond to anything.
So my dad took it apart and it only decided to work again a few hours ago. I would've started the update right away but I was playing Epic Mickey.

Image courtesy of Photobucket and is (c) respectful owner(s)




I luvs Ozzie <3

I honestly can't decide how to write his nickname. It's a tossup between Os, Oz, Ossy, or Ozzie.

OOH! Did you know? He's gotta voice again!
A legit Disney bonna-fide voice!

http://oswald-club.deviantart.com/blog/39918476/

Be warned, flash WILL freak no matter what browser you use.

I'm still undecisive about the voice. On one hand, I suppose it could work, but I don't like the sort of nasaly-thing going on. That and it's the same person who voiced Fred from Scooby-Doo, so I keep getting the mental image of Oswald saying "C'mon, gang!" or "Jinkies!" or something DX
I honestly think his original voice actor, from Universal, sort of fits him better.
But on the other hand, I understand Disney's whole edge to Oswald is his resentful, egoistic side, so I guess the voice works for that.

I dunno, I would rather have a happy Oswald than an angsty one. Yeah, Charles Mintz was a sick and twisted man--I need not mention the rape short--and I'm not at all saying I agree with his methods. But at least with that voice he's happier, the same sort of "wascally wabbit" that Disney started with.

Happy!Oswald FTW

That is all

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Sunday, April 17, 2011

I'd say we're victims of bad press who've all exadurated...

Time Started: 10:07

Haha, if you get the title reference you deserve major brownie points.
I'll give you a hint:

BUT WHEN YOU'RE A PROFESSIONAL PIRATE....
...You don't have to wear a suit! ...What?

Type that into google, you'll find out 8D

So anywho, yesterday I found an amazing video of awesomeness:


BEFORE YOU WATCH IT, I need to explain the characters a bit. It's still a cool video, but without knowing the characters the song and dance don't make as much sense.

VANITAS is the one on your left as you watch, in front. The guy with the really slim looking waist and black hair. He's the darker half of VENTUS, the blond behind him, but got his appearance from SORA, the brunette on the right. This is because VENTUS and SORA merged hearts not long after VANITAS was extracted from VENTUS.
SORA is the main protagonist of the entire game and is one of the few characters to appear in every single game of the series; BBS, KH, COM, DAYS, KHII, and DDD. His nobody ROXAS is the blonde behind him, who is basically also SORA's darker half. ROXAS gets his appearance from VENTUS because, again, of the merged hearts.
So in other words, it's a mirror of a mirror of a mirror of a mirror, and by the end of KHII all of them are inside the "original", SORA.

I'm calling Sora the original because he's the only one left that wasn't genetically altered. Yeah, Ventus was real and technically born first, but to be fair the Ventus most people know and the first Ventus are two completely different people.

(Whatd'ya think, Kat? Did I explain that well enough? Not bad for going off a skimmed script, eh?)

So now that that's out of the way, enjoy:


I think it's really well done, personally. The song was brilliantly chosen, the Motion Data fits the tempo perfectly, and I especially love the camera angles. During the lyric "There's no mountain too great" I love how it showed Sora and Roxas with the mountain behind them.
Very, very well done. The synchronized movement gave me the mental image of invisible strings connecting Vani to Ven and Sora to Roxas. The very end was a nice touch in a way, too--them crossing through eachother as though Vanitas and Ventus were just ghosts the whole time. Which then makes me wonder: was Sora the only one really there? That would have been a really cool beginning, if instead of all of them starting, the other three slowly expand from within Sora.

Or maybe I'm just a geek with nothing better to do than to immediately recognize the song from the Original Cast Lion King on Broadway and--to quote Kat--"Fangasm" over something that probably took all of ten minutes to piece together using the exact same motion data on each model.

You decide.

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Saturday, April 16, 2011

So Play Nice

Time Started: 9:39

I love dreams. They somehow manage to bring out the little kid in me. Frequently.

I wish I'd started typing sooner, though, because now I can't remember most of it.

I do remember it was Toy Story themed, where Andy (who looked like he was about highschool-ish age) was going to some western thingy with his family, but for whatever reason their house was by the woods. Woody led the gang to a clearing sort of on a cliff-like area where they would be able to see the van drive off, but then Andy shows up before they leave. Somehow he knew that they could come alive even though they didn't, but he basically said goodbye and then left.
Jessie wanted to go after them but Woody said no. Jessie decided to take the lead anyway and they end up going to the western thingy where Andy and his friend (that looked like that one guy from Numb3rs) are dressed up like ghost busters. And again, for whatever reason, Andy knows they can come alive and he keeps telling Jessie to go back home but the whole time she's like "No I'm on an adventure and you can't stop me, damnit!"
And then eventually somehow they're all magically back in the clearing again and Jessie and Woody are arguing about whether to go or not. And then I woke up.

I have odd dreams, I know. I'm not entirely sure what that one ment, but I know it made me want to hug my Jessie doll, which I'm currently doing even as I type. *wubble*
I've had her since TS2 came out--about first grade--and even though she's got just as bad of posture as I do and her voicebox stopped working and I had to sharpie in her eyebrows and her hat's deformed I still love her. I can't watch either the second or third Toy Story without her in my lap otherwise I feel all guity and I start crying. No joke--at the end of first grade we watched the movie and the whole busride home all I could think about was how horrible I am for neglecting my toys.
That's also why I have a hodgepodge of my favoritest toys on my bed--Jessie, Brooke, Rosie, Oswald, Quasimodo, and now the BabieJessie I got from Disneyland last summer.


Yes, I drew that.

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Naptyem

Time started: 5:47

I'm sleepy. It's around the time of day/year when I need a nap.

Good thing today's Friday! *insert victory dance here*

I started a new story, which I'm proud to say is 100% original.

Would you like to read what I have so far?

Of course you would--why else would you be reading this lame excuse for a blog?

Peace. The sun glistened off icy pines, wind nonexistent. Birds kept to their nests and the air hummed with magic. A warp in the picturesque scene—something echoed through with a shattering boom that caused all manner of life to take flight. A sonar of invisible energy rippled through trees, sucking everything dry of life. Critters of all forms were scurrying for their lives, knowing on some instinctual level that this was not right, that something bad would get them should they slow down even microscopically. That something continued to pulse through, catching stragglers by the tail and instantly consuming them.
The sonar suddenly froze at a diameter of 50 yards before suddenly pulling back, gaining speed as it neared its point of origin. Wave upon wave, colliding and destroying everything in its path into naught but ash like a herd of fiery mammoth-sized horses from hell.
And when it finally reached its center point, the energy towered upwards in a funnel cloud, breaking beyond the heavens to be seen from everywhere across the world.
In kitchens, and dining rooms, off sofas and without a thought to pause the game, people everywhere walked to windows and doors to gawk at the spectacle—a column of pulsing purple, solid like a lollipop and glowing radioactively.

If one were to enter this odd spectacle, they would find life forms—creatures of humanlike structure—forming out of the earth, the trees, the creatures of the forest. The pine needles grew to become hair, earth compacting to form bodies, eyes and claws of the animals they now wore the fur of as clothing.
The life forms settled to the ground as the light dissipated, forming a pyramid-shaped stance among the ten of them. The apparent leader, taking the head of the pyramid, was female. She wore her hair in the same shagged, unkempt style as the rest of her clan, eyes glowing golden. Her feet were talons, dress made out of the feathers of an eagle.
The two flanking her were identical—proportional squirrel-like tails twitching behind them that seemed to have grown straight from their spinal chords. Their eyes were hazel, and they each wore a loincloth of brownish animal furs patched together, a quiver full of arrows over mirrored shoulders.
Three badger-like girls flanked them, each with bone kunai, and four deer-centaurs brought up the rear. Only one of this last row was female, though she was just as bare-chested as the others.
All except the Eagle were equipped with bows and quivers, each bow intricately carved with their given animal.

The strange pulsing column diminished, a large crater where the sonar had hit replacing the once pristine forest of Ireland.


I'm honestly very proud of it. Today in fifth we had a sub so I decided to try and find something that I would eventually post here, and I suddenly had a medley of celtic music go through my mind.
Thus this was born! I'm not really sure where I'll go with this, or if I'll even continue at all. I'm too tired to think much right now; I feel kinda like a little kid who's trying to stay up past their bedtime, except the sun is shining right at me through the blinds and it's perfect napping conditions right now.

I might nap now.


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Thursday, April 14, 2011

DOOM

Time Started: 7:08

I have a folder covered in yellow duct tape.
I call it the Folder of Doom.
Why?
Because it's very good when you want to smack sense into people.
So today I had everyone write DOOM on it.
I got several drawings of Gir, who is awesome.

DOOMIEDOOMIEDOOM

Haha, sorry, couldn't resist.
I feel like most of my posts have been pretty  bland, so I'm gonna spend the next few minutes spamming
entertaining you with videos and pictures of randomness
Enjoy

DOOM DOOM DOOOOOOOM!
The End :D

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Schedule Troubles

Time Started: 4:03

Today was Monday again. All this crazy schedule stuff is throwing off my inner clock.
Is it Spring Break yet?

Well, I suppose I'll just finish the first chapter of the New ATJ, which is currently still untitled, though I'm thinking either Carmina Bruana or Destati no Yami or something cool and other-language-ish.

Blades clashed as time sped, lives draining and blood raining down to earth.
This wasn’t happening.
He stared at me and cocked his head mockingly, waiting for my next move.
It couldn’t be happening.
The helmet fell to the ground, revealing a heartless smirk.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
But it was gone in seconds as he suddenly appeared behind me, removing my own helmet.
The cold metal on my neck stung.
My hands bled as I wrapped them around the X-Blade
I guided his blade to my heart, keeping my eyes locked with his.
The fire didn’t die.
“What are you waiting for.”
I pressed myself closer, wincing as the metal broke through my skin.
“Erase me.”
~ThisIsAPageBreak~
Aanyx sped along the shadows in silence, watching her prey as they battled their way up the ever-winding staircase. “Heartless, Heartless, Heartless! Things haven’t changed a bit!” She smirked at that, glad they were appreciating her gift. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re on the job, then.”
“So the worlds aren’t at peace after all?”
Aanyx had to stifle her humorlessly bitter chuckle, scowling as she continued to effortlessly crawl along the underside of the staircase. There could not be peace until her life was restored—she’d vowed that a long time ago. She would bring him back, if she had to visit every last world to do it, she would.
Once she was confident that the trio had arrived into the magician’s room, she portaled just outside the window, swinging in and landing in a crouch as she summoned her whips. “What the—?”
“It’s a Nobody!” Donald cried, pointing at the girl’s black Organization Cloak. Aanyx snarled, “Prepare yourselves! Stand and fight!” Sora blocked her first whip with his Keyblade, but the second lashed out without time to respond. The spiked tip absorbed Donald’s attempted Thunder spell, lodging instead into the Keybearer’s calf.
Dissatisfied, she dismissed both whips in a swirl of Dark Matter, standing straight and pulling her long auburn hair out from her cloak. “You’re dead, Keybearer.” Aanyx tossed the boy a potion, “You’ve failed with flying colors. There are no do-overs in real life, boy. What would you have done if that were a real ambush?”
“That’s enough, Aanyx.” Yen Sid scolded, turning the chair back on its feet. “Sir, this is a suicide mission. I know what the Organization can do and these children are not ready for it.”
“I’m 16!” Sora shot back, but with a flick of her wrist Aanyx knocked the boy onto his back, “Age means little. I’ve been tailing you from the moment you exited the egg and not once had any of you noticed.” She shoved past them, “Not even your worthless king.”
“King Mickey’s not worthless!”
“Oh? Then why else would he send such a stubborn, airheaded, untrained little brat to do a Hero’s job? Eh? Why else would he, the supposed King of Disney Town, send a handful of idiots to their deaths?”
“You don’t know him!”
“Don’t I? I once fought side-by-side that little whelp, and no amount of defending can reverse what I’ve been through.”
As though her point needed proving the girl unzipped the top of her cloak, pulling her bodysuit down enough to reveal a thin black scar along where her heart should have been, “So tell me, Keybearer; do I know what I’m talking about? You’re all the same—shallow-minded and weak.”
“You’re such a downer, girlie.” With another portal of darkness, a second girl appeared. This newcomer wore her ivory hair in a complex up-do, her pastel blue dress in a sort of “gothic lolita” style. She wore the same styled bodysuit as Aanyx underneath the dress, though hers was white rather than black, as well as a pair of lace-up knee-high boots of navy-died leather.
“The world isn’t sunshine and rainbows anymore, Xana.” Aanyx zipped her cloak back into place, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “And I thought I told you to wait outside.”
“But the scary guy was there again!” The newly dubbed ‘Xana’ whined, slouching in an exaggerated fashion. “Then use your powers.”
“But it’s so hard! I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
“But we fight for what we love.”
“Umm…?” Sora tried, but Aanyx flicked him back onto his back once more with a flick of her wrist and another bout of Aeroga. “Gwarsh, that wasn’t very nice.” Goofy said, speaking at last. Aanyx turned to him and raised an eyebrow, seaweed-green eyes glowing eerily as the room grew darker and darker.
“Aanyx.” Yen Sid barked, grasping the girl by either forearm from behind. The Dark Matter dissipated, light returning, and ‘Xana’ helped Sora to his feet. Silence fell, heavy and impenetrable, as Aanyx stared at her reflection in the glass.
“You’ll find that nice rarely describes the Wicked.” Aanyx said at last, turning and marching out of the room. She stopped just inside the doorway, clutching the wood of the door as she spoke over her shoulder without looking at anyone in particular, “You have one half hour. I’ll be preparing the Gumi—don’t keep me waiting.”
With that she slammed the door behind her, leaning against it a moment longer before her eyes began to glow once more. The glowing green expanded to fill her entire eye, form melding with the shadows to create a single charcoal mass half her original height. In the blink of an eye she was gone, streaking from shadow to shadow down the spiral staircase until she finally reached her target.
“Remember me?” She asked in monotone, returning to corporeal form behind Pete. The ‘toon jumped and turned around to find her standing there in a black turtleneck, charcoal “workout” pants, and black leather boots. Her hair was back in a low braid, eyes still glowing slightly, and folded her arms across her chest with a raised eyebrow.
“Gah! You!”
“Yeah, me. I hear you’ve been messing with my sister, Mr. Pete.”
“Maybe I is, maybe I ain’t!”
“Your brave front is amusing at best.” Aanyx smirked wickedly, unhooking one hand to raise idly in a lazy gesture towards the tower, “You should by now be fully aware of the threat residing in that tower. A new Keybearer has emerged, and it unfortunately is one neither of us will be able to claim nor tame. He has the Mouse’s seal on him.”
Pete backed away slightly, unsure of whether to run or not, “Yeah…everybody knows dat he’s da King’s Key.” Aanyx’s smirk grew, eyebrows knotting as she narrowed her eyes, “Not completely, he isn’t.”




Yay, I feels accomplished.

I guess I should explain a bit.

After some discussion with Kat (The KHBBS expert of the two of us) I decided that Aanyx isn't a Nobody after all--she's an Unbirthed. Where normally one's shell becomes a Nobody, because her heartless was split by the X-Blade, or Chi-Blade,  she became an Unbirthed--it's like a combination of Unversed and Nobody.
We agreed this was doable and potentially cannon-correct because the Chi-Blade has unknown characteristics and qualities, so it's the perfect excuse to making somethig that would otherwise be insane and Sue-ish.

I chose the name Unbirthed because it's what the Unversed were originally thought to be called--a little translation error from the Japanese edition.
I also call the X-Blade the Chi-Blade because the character "Chi" in Greek is litterally an 'X'. This, too,was a translation error, but I personally like Chi-Blade better--not only because it's technically more correct, but it's intentionally done. I read an interview where Nomura mentioned the similarities between the words "Chi-Blade" and "Keyblade". If you say it correctly they sound almost exactly the same, which is why Nomura chose it.


This has been a nerdy certified nerdadge drabble courtesy of the nerd Sincerely Doubtful Productions
(I just love strikethroughs, don't you?)

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Howdy-Do!!

Time started: 5:56

I just finished watching Song of the South for the first time.
It was predictable and the acting was pretty bad, but I liked it. I'm glad I was able to finally see it--BIGGGG, COLOSSAL thank you to Kai for lending it to me--especially since Splash Mountain is, like, my all-time favorite ride in Disneyland. It's totally worth the two-plus hour wait. Haha, it's probably not that long. It only seems like it because there's nothing to do but dance in line and sing along to the same verse of the area music--it varies depending on where in line you sit.
I remember the first time we went on it and we'd gotten to the Laughin' Place part, my sister totally quoted Star Wars.
"Laugh it up, fuzz ball!" Granted, we were soaking wet and she absolutely despizes (I probably spelt that wrong) songs that are repetitive.
Every song in that ride is the exact same notes every verse. Very repetitive. Very easy to get stuck in your head.

But I love it. My mom used to read my sister and I the Disney addition of Uncle Remus every night, so Br'er Rabbit has some very close ties to my childhood.
That's another thing; I know Song of the South is banned in the US because it's supposedly racist, but I don't get it. I mean, sure, there's slavery, but it's not like Huck Finn where there's questionable vocabulary. I understand it puts America in a bad light or whatever, but come on! Even after spending the better part of a quarter talking about stereotypes concerning African Americans and what not, I don't see how the movie could be considered vulgar. It's Disney, for crying out loud! I guess if you were looking for any kind of racism, than sure, it's there, but it's not like the African Americans are beaten or in chains or anything.
If you were to take the roles and reverse the cast--that is to say, have the 'whites' portrayed as 'blacks' and vice versa--then it would still be just as acceptable as it is now. People have servants--moreso back then than they do now, granted--and with that in mind I think there's no reason to ban the movie.
Or maybe I'm just hopelessly niive and the truth is there but I'm too stubborn to notice.

I dunno, and I honnestly don't care. Call it what you want, I liked the movie.

Though I was honestly dissappointed with most of the acting. Uncle Remus was great, but Johnny and Ginny and basically everyone else was just pitiful. Call it the actor in me, but every time either of the kids was crying I kept critiquing the performance. "Little kids don't have a straight face when they're crying," or, "Your whole body would be shaking if you were really crying that hard."
Yeah, they're just kids, and it was back in the day, but it was still dissappointing.

The most dissappointing thing, however, was definatly the 'toon segments. Br'er Rabbit stuttered so much you couldn't tell what he was saying, Br'er Fox talked so fast I would have been lost if I didn't know the Uncle Remus stories from the book, and Br'er Bear talked so slow it would have taken him half an hour to say "I like pie."
Though these critiques are completely biased to my mom's epic accents of awesomeness. I can accept the Splash Mountain recording because it's close to my mom's, but the movie just kinda killed it for me.

I dunno, I'm picky about some things. This is one of them.

The fact that Dudley is supposed to be blond is another.

But that's a story for another day.


This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions.

Monday, April 11, 2011

If you do just as you're told...

THESE ARE THE STREETS OF GOLD!

Time started: 6:31

Haha, I'm listening to the music from Disney's Oliver and Company right now--to be specific, the songs "Streets of Gold" and "No Worries". Not only are these two of the more catchy numbers, they're also my favorites. I remember I used to fast-foreward to everything except the scenes with Dodger in them because he was always my favorite. He's part of the reason we have a Jack Russell now also--even though ours acts more like Georgette than Dodger.

I'm in a pretty good mood right now. My grandparents had their appointment today, and thankfully they're on the right track. My grandpa just needs to keep the brace on for another six weeks and he's good, while my grandma has to keep taking it easy on her shoulder--I've been given full permission to scold her if she keeps trying to clean up the house or do dishes.
Life's pretty good. I'm glad things are getting better again.

Oh! By the way, I also did the first entry to my fanfic  Huck Finn Character Journal thing.
I figured I might as well upload all my entries here, maybe even editing them.


Day 01 (Chapter 10; post-house, pre-drag)

Dear Journal,
            Days are lazy as I float along the river. I would have written sooner, but I didn’t find something to write in/with until today.
Two days ago, I’d finally done it. I escaped Charles Mintz’s hold, escaped from that dark basement in Universal Studios. Now, as I write this even now, my wooden raft is floating down the Mississippi towards freedom.
It truly is a nice day. I think I’ve made good enough distance—I figure its safe enough now to nap. Good-night, Journal.

Well, I was mighty surprised when I woke up to two strange voices.
“Jim! Looky here, Jim! There a rabbit on that raft!” Says one. “De islan’ is purty flo’ed, chile,” said the other.
Well now I was curious, so I opened my eyes, and lo and behold there sits a boy and a man in a canoe, heading straight for me. “Howdy-do!” I yawned, stretching my hands high in the air. “He talked!” cried the boy. “Sure, I know lots of stuff. I can sing, and read, and write, and do math—”
“Doan’ hurt us, nao. Jus go back ter bein’ a rabbit.” The man shook, scooting to the other end of the canoe. I laughed, “There’s nothing to be afraid of, mister! I don’t bite!” How strange; it’s as though they’d never seen a cartoon character before!
I eventually managed to convince them I meant no harm, and learned that they were on the run, too. Huck—the boy—was awful crafty. He was always trying to amuse himself, trying to pull my tail when I thought he wasn’t looking. I liked Jim better—even though his accent was so thick I could barely understand him sometimes, he understood the whole ‘freedom’ thing.  I knew how superstitious he was, so I tried to lay low on the Hammerspace—that is, the extendable pocket every ‘toon has behind their back—and any of the other ‘toon gags.
I figured I’d sailed down far enough—neither Huck nor Jim knew there even was a town called Universal—so I agreed to stay for dinner when they offered.
I ended up staying longer, too—quite a few days, actually. I liked living with them; days were lazy, the weather was nice, and I really felt free. But of course, Huck wouldn’t have any sort of peace in the place.
I’d come back from “nature’s call” to find Jim putting Huck in a dress. Now, where they got the dress, I was too scared to ask. All I knew was there were two things wrong with this picture: Huck’s boyish stride and the fact that they wanted me to go with.
I said I’d teach Huck how to walk like a girl instead, and then Jim put me in one of the dresses too. Ugly things; made of really coarse fabric that made my fur itch all over.
Now it’s sometime after nightfall. Jim just fell asleep, but I can’t help feeling like something’s wrong. I’m writing in this journal to pass the time, but I can’t really concentr









It's intentionally cut off, by the way. If I were allowed to make it more like a story than a journal, here is where I'd have Huck running up about how "they're after us" and so Ozzie stopps writing and helps pack up the two rafts and canoe, and they slip off along the river.
I'm pretty excied about the next entry--I'm probably going to do the background stuff to Ozzie in that one. I'll have Mickey driving Steamboat Willy, and Ozzie waves him by. It's too small for anyone other than the driver, though, so they can't hitch a ride, but Mickey will occasionally go by--hopefully in at least every other entry.
I kinda like the sort of protectiveness Oswald gets at the end there, when he's waiting for Huck. I might end up expanding on that.



In the mean time, enjoy this little preview of the shiny new and improved ATJ; currently untitled:

Blades clashed as time sped, lives draining and blood raining down to earth.
This wasn’t happening.
He stared at me and cocked his head mockingly, waiting for my next move.
It couldn’t be happening.
The helmet fell to the ground, revealing a heartless smirk.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
But it was gone in seconds as he suddenly appeared behind me, removing my own helmet.
The cold metal on my neck stung.
My hands bled as I wrapped them around the X-Blade
I guided his blade to my heart, keeping my eyes locked with his.
The fire didn’t die.
“What are you waiting for.”
I pressed myself closer, wincing as the metal broke through my skin.
“Erase me.”

Aanyx sped along the shadows in silence, watching her prey as they battled their way up the ever-winding staircase. “Heartless, Heartless, Heartless! Things haven’t changed a bit!” She smirked at that, glad they were appreciating her gift. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re on the job, then.”
“So the worlds aren’t at peace after all?”
Aanyx had to stifle her humorlessly bitter chuckle, scowling as she continued to effortlessly crawl along the underside of the staircase. There could not be peace until her life was restored—she’d vowed that a long time ago. She would bring him back, if she had to visit every last world to do it, she would.
Once she was confident that the trio had arrived into the magician’s room, she portaled just outside the window, swinging in and landing in a crouch as she summoned her whips. “What the—?”
“It’s a Nobody!” Donald cried, pointing at the girl’s black Organization Cloak. Aanyx snarled, “Prepare yourselves! Stand and fight!” Sora blocked her first whip with his Keyblade, but the second lashed out without time to respond. The spiked tip absorbed Donald’s attempted Thunder spell, lodging instead into the Keybearer’s calf.
Dissatisfied, she dismissed both whips in a swirl of Dark Matter, standing straight and pulling her long auburn hair out from her cloak. “You’re dead, Keybearer.” Aanyx tossed the boy a potion, “You’ve failed with flying colors. There are no do-overs in real life, boy. What would you have done if that were a real ambush?”
“That’s enough, Aanyx.” Yen Sid scolded, turning the chair back on its feet. “Sir, this is a suicide mission. I know what the Organization can do and these children are not ready for it.”
“I’m 16!” Sora shot back, but with a flick of her wrist Aanyx knocked the boy onto his back, “Age means little. I’ve been tailing you from the moment you exited the egg and not once had any of you noticed.” She shoved past them, “Not even your worthless king.”
“King Mickey’s not worthless!”
“Oh? Then why else would he send such a stubborn, airheaded, untrained little brat to do a Hero’s job? Eh? Why else would he, the supposed King of Disney Town, send a handful of idiots to their deaths?”
“You don’t know him!”
“Don’t I? I once fought side-by-side that little whelp, and no amount of defending can reverse what I’ve been through.”
As though her point needed proving the Nobody unzipped the top of her cloak, pulling her bodysuit down enough to reveal a thin black scar along where her heart should have been, “So tell me, Keybearer; do I know what I’m talking about? You’re all the same—shallow-minded and weak.”


DunDunDUUUNNNNNNNNNNN
I really went all out as far as the personality change went. Aanyx is now far less moody, in fact she doesn't have a heart any more at all. Her power has yet to be determined, but her weapons got an upgrade.
It's inspired by Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, which is (c) Disney anyway, so I'm allowed to use it for this particular fanbase.
 
Aanyx won't go butterfly any more, either--though I am tempted to not make her a Nobody at all. (What d'you think, Kat? Could I pull off having her be an Unversed?)
Say bye-bye to Nar and Xcaiyet, too--they've melded into one character; Xaranaya. She has the power over Energy, like Nar used to, but she also points out random for-readers-only information, like Xcaiyet.
(Don't worry, I swear I'll keep the old ATJ how it is. I've done too much with it to scrap everything.)
 
So I guess I should explain. See, Aanyx was formerly Yana, one of four princesses in a world known as Andalasia. Her sisters included Anaraya, Rayne, and Aelsyn (their parents had a thing for Y's.)
Each of these princesses were trained in an element;
Yana-Dark Matter
Anaraya-Light
Rayne-Water
Aelsyn-Air
And eventually, they were visited by a Keyblade Master, Master Xehanort.
 
Some stuff happens that I haven't really figured out yet, and out popps Aanyx and Xaranaya. Tadaaaa!!!
 
 
 
This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Ollo

Time started: 1:25

I feel guilty. I didn't do a post yesterday. I had a pretty decent reason...unil nine pm, that is. I went out shopping in the rain yesterday, then had dinner with my grandparents (Their appointment is finally tomorrow!)

When we got home we watched Tangled and Megamind--both of which are amazing, btw--and by that time it was eleven. I know I've done entries at that time or later before, but with the weather and everything I was too cold and too tired to try and pull anything up.

I'm confidant that I can make my deadlines on Google Callendar, but to make up for the lack of post yesterday I think I'll do a fanfic drabble today. If anyone hasn't seen Megamind yet and doesn't want to be spoiled as to what happens, you may want to ignore the following. If so, feel free to skip to just after the lyrics in bold.

BAM!
I tore out my headphones, jumping back as the front door gave way to my right. It fell to the floor with a crash that echoed off the terra-cotta tiles and probably cracking a few of them. The wrought iron had fallen as well, caving with the door as a form slid to the porch in the dust. I grabbed the pistol from the shelf above the TV, where my father'd left it when he and my mom went to the party, and cautiously stepped outside.
I recognized the figure instantly--blue skin, large head, studs on boots, gloves, and cape. MegaMind--the SuperVillain that'd plagued Metro City with his fights against MetroMan. His head was bleeding, forearm twisted backward painfully. Alive, thankfully, but barely conscious.
The wind suddenly picked up before I could assess any further, MetroMan racing over. I whipped out the pistol from behind my back, cocking the hammer and aiming for the Super's forehead. Praying my hand would stay steady I stepped in front of the unconscious blue-skinned Super, "Don't. Move."
MetroMan stopped just above the gate to my yard, "I don't believe you fully grasp the situation, Miss. If you'll permit me--"
"Are you deaf? I said don't move!" My hands were beginning to clam up, but I continued the brave front nonetheless, "The moment you enter my yard I have the right under law to shoot. It becomes self defense, so don't make this first bullet yours. And I'll have you know I understand this situation perfectly." I let go with one hand to gesture to MegaMind behind me, "This guy has entered my property and therefore my care injured, albiet unwillingly. It is therefore my responsibility to see that he leaves fit before I allow this nonsence to continue further. Now get on the ground outside the gate." Resuming my previous hold on the gun I jerked it down slightly to indicate where I ment.
Only once I was sure MetroMan was going to stay there I replaced the hammer and shoved the gun in my back pocket, "Now, I'm going to bring him inside. Don't fly off," I added when I saw him turn to leave, "The door was your doing, and I won't have my dad's anger directed towards me, no thank you. You had better wait there or I swear I will bring this to court."
Reluctantly, the Super nodded, "Very well, Miss. I shall wait."
"Damn right you will." I muttered as I slung one of MegaMind's arms around my shoulders. Dragging him over the doors I slung him as gently onto the armchair as I could before racing off to the laundry room. Grabbing the tape measure and some ribbon I tied one end to the TV stand, pulling the tape measure all the way across the room. Glancing to make sure MegaMind was still out cold I ducked under and pulled the gun out again, "All right, now you're going to come in here and make it look like this never happened. You have powers, get cracking. And don't even think about trying to cross the line, because I will use any means necessary to keep you out.That includes handcuffs if I have to."
"You have my word."
I looked him over, measuring for any of the usual signs of a trick before backing out towards the bathroom, grabbing the basket of assorted first aid materials before digging for the gauze and hydrogen peroxide under the sink. When I heard the two of them begin to banter I made to pull out, only to hit my head on the pipe. Letting out a string of my heavier swears I clutched my head and rocked back and forth on my knees for a few seconds. "Are you okay, Miss?" I heard MetroMan call. I looked towards the door, "Are you still on your side of the tape?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Then I'll live." Grabbing the basket again I headed back out, shoving MegaMind back in the chair just as he was about to stand, "You can banter and argue later."
"Hey!"
I slammed the basket on the table, setting the pistol next to it for good measure, before placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him, "Look, I may just be an Average Joe, but from where I'm standing you're an injured person and I have the ability to help you. Now I don't know what either of you did to start this--" When he opened his mouth to counter I got slightly louder, "And quite frankly, I don't give a damn if this was about who picked up who's penny off the street. Now you are going to sit there and let me clean you up, and you," I spun around to send the glare the Hero's way, "are going to make this house look like this never happened." I turned around again, "So stop acting like spoiled five-year-olds for five minutes and I'll let you do what you will. And if either of you happen to involve myself, my family, or this neighborhood in some crazy in-over-your-head scheme again I swear to whatever dieties exist I will shoot the both of you. Beware the fury of a patient woman."
Warnings issued, I began to clean the blood off of MegaMind's head. He recoiled, "Your hands are cold!"
"Ya, it happens." I made to dab at the wound again, but he jerked away. I sighed, "Would it help if I turned the TV on or something?" Not waiting for an answer I turned it on and tossed the remote into his lap, squeezing behind the chair to approach the wound from a different angle--one where I could keep an eye on MetroMan as well.
MegaMind was thankfully distracted, clicking through channels eagerly, "What do you call this contraption?"
"DirecTV? You know...Television?" I rolled my eyes, really ready to be done with the craziness. "Facinating..."
I promptly gave the Villain a karate chop on the uninjured side of his head, "Don't even think about stealing my shit to make something out of it. Steal your own."
MetroMan coughed, and I rolled my eyes again, "C'mon, he's a Super Villain for a reason. He's not about to go buy a TV just because some random citizen told him to."
"Speaking of, you never introduced yourself." MegaMind added as he settled into the chair, eyes never leaving the Spanish soap opera. "What, so you can try and loop me into one of your schemes? No thank you. Call me SinDoubt, or just Sin if you must."
"SinDoubt...is that some kind of code?"
"Yeah, it's code for 'That's my screen name and the closest to any personal information you'll get out of me so shut up and accept it'."
"Curious." MegaMind began to steeple his fingers but I ignored him and tuned out the Spanish soap, glancing over to find MetroMan almost done. "Not bad...for a Super Hero." Indeed, the tiles were even whole again.
"Seeing as I've finished, shall I wait for MegaMind in the yard?"
"You most certainly shall not! You shall wait for him in your hideout--batcave--whatever--until his next ploit. We call this one a draw--you go home, he goes home, I stay home, and whenever it starts again you pick up where you left off. Questions? No? Then get the hell out and take your bloody mayhamic powers with you."
"Did you just stop him from taking me to jail?"
Having locked the newly fixed screen door I turned to glare at MegaMind, "Stop giving me that look. I'm not a Villain." I scooped up the gauze wrap and picked at its hem, "I'm not exactly estatic about Mr.Hero, either."
"Oh?"
I rolled my eyes for perhaps the billionth time that day, "Oh please. Like it's bad enough that he goes around spouting Justice every other word, you don't have to be stuck with Miss-Head-Of-His-Fan-Club as your science partner."
Gently wrapping the bandage around his head I continued, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you should just be able to go around and steal whatever you want. I dunno, I just think he's such a billboard--The cheesy smile, the corny lines, the really pathetic excuse for a spandex suit.
"It seems like sometimes it should be the other way around--people should be rooting for the one with the better brains, not the brawn, you know?" Tying off the bandage on his head I began to make the impromptu sling, "And while I'm being bluntly honest, I don't care what anyone else says--your enterances have way more pizazz than anyone else I've seen, read, or heard of."
MegaMind was silent, staring at the TV as I worked. I honestly couldn't tell if he was listening or just ignoring me to read the subtitles of the soap opera. I finished the bandage and shook the chair slightly, "Yo, up an' at 'em, Mr. Evil Overlord."
He didn't really say much after that, just a few grunts and mumbles. I walked him out to make sure he would actually leave and locked both doors, turned off the TV, and slid into the computer chair once more, finally replying to my friend's IM inquiries with a simple "Something came up--it's a long story" as I put my headphones back in. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair as far as the headphone chord would allow, pretending not to notice as Metro City's best Villain stared at me through the window, clutching the gate for a moment before turning and walking away down the road.
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out 

Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
What a beautiful day


Wow, that was random. Now hopefully that little plot bunny will leave me alone...
So yeah. Megamind. It's an awesome movie, if anyone out there hasn't seen it, I'd recomend it highly. A little predictable, but worth it. If anyone out there has seen it, see it again.
I probably won't really get much farther with that. It was honestly just one of those plot bunnies that show up and sit on your head untill you get them down. No editing done, and probably never will be, but that's okay.
Brownie Points to anyone who both read that and understood it. :D

This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions. Megamind (c) Dreamworks; Beautiful Day (c) U2

Friday, April 8, 2011

ERROR: UNABLE TO OBTAIN TITLE

Time started: 11:56

Grr. I hate the school server so much. It just scrapped all my work.
Now, because these computers are out to get me, you have to click on the link to the videos yourself. I WAS gonna put the video in here and be all spiffy, but someone had to go and wipe the whole freaking message!

Basically, I said I'm excited for us to start the fanfic in English, I spent about four hours yesterday doing research to make sure my info was accurate, and filled out the following questions:

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Creative Response: Travel Journals

v  What is your name?
Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
v  Are you male or female? How old are you? When is your birthday?
Male, no specific age. I was created in 1927, but the great thing about being a cartoon character? You never get old.
v  What is your race & ethnicity? Where were you born?
Black and White cartoon character—one of the originals. Some people say that we started it all. I say we had fun. I was born in Ub Iwerks’ sketchpad.
v  How do you spend most of your days? (I.e. do you have a job, are you a student, a housewife, etc.?)
Once upon a time, I was able to make cartoons with some really talented Animators—Walt Disney, Ub Iwerks, Les Clark, to name a few. But then something happened between Walt and Charles Mintz—and for a while things got awkward. Then suddenly Walt stopped showing up at the studio—about a year after I was created, if I remember correctly. Things went downhill from there. Sure, I got sound cartoons—but that doesn’t mean Mintz cared nearly as much as Walt ever did.
v  Describe your level of education and your educational experience.
I can proudly say I’m very well-rounded, having driven trolleys, played many instruments, and explored the jungles of Africa.
v  Where did you grow up? What kind of community was it?
I grew up in an animation room, mostly. It was nice at first, until Mintz took over. He was harsh, cruel. He treated me like scrap metal—threatened me with Thinner if I didn’t do things the way he wanted.
v  Do you read the Bible? What are your religious or spiritual beliefs?
Nope, not much on religion. I believe in freedom and the true, old-fashioned American way.
v  What do you prefer, the indoors or the outdoors? Why?
I like the outdoors mostly. Nothing beats a lazy day in the sun, laying on a grassy hillside listening to some relaxing music. It may just be the animal in me, but indoors are so…confining.
v  What has been your experience with slaves and slavery (if any)? Are you a slave? Do you know people that own slaves? How do you feel about slavery? What are your attitudes toward those of another race than you?
Wow, that’s a lot of questions at once. Um, let’s see. Experience? I’d say the good eighty years’ worth of being shoved around, threatened, forgotten, stuffed in the basement, and general abuse under Universal was close enough to slavery for my tastes. Now that I’m back under Disney I can be myself—remember who the real me is, explore that, and really, truly, connect with fans.
v  How would others describe you?
To quote “Africa” (1930):
Ø  Lucky Rabbit
Ø  That’s Lucky Oswald Rabbit
Ø  Nicest Rabbit
Ø  That you ever knew
Ø  Lucky Habit
Ø  That lucky Oswald habit
Ø  If you want it
Ø  Here’s what you must do;
Ø  Read and write and ‘rithmetic
Ø  May often make you awful sick
Ø  But if you learn your lesson quick
Ø  The quicker you’ll be through
Ø  Don’t be scrappy
Ø  But smile and do things snappy
Ø  Make folks happy
Ø  And you’ll be lucky too
v  How do you end up with Huck?
In this particular exploration I play myself; that is, if Universal were in a city at the head of the Mississippi River. I’m running away to Walt Disney World, Florida, but I end up going along with Huck, who I meet when I float by Jackson’s Island. My brother shows up on occasion, too—but unlike Epic Mickey, I get most of the attention, which is great for my withered ego, honestly.
v  Extra Notes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTbdjxg0gjw
Voiced by Pinto Colvig, his first voice actor.
Mostly inspired by original Disney design.
Ø  Tail inspired by Mintz adaptation
Ø  Added toes
Ø  Grey overalls/shorts inspired by “Trolley Troubles” (1927)
Ø  Banjo inspired by “Rival Romeos” (1928)
Ø  Style roughly based on late 1990’s/early 2000’s era Mickey Mouse—roughly House of Mouse era
§  White of face wider than Mickey’s
§  Eyes are black ovals
§  No gloves
§  Overalls
§  No shoes
§  Floppy ears usually ad depth to expression
Ø  Also is more sarcastic than his ‘Brother’, but he does have plenty of class. He spends most of his time lazing on his own raft—which doesn’t have any covering except for over his supplies—and playing his banjo. He’s been stuck in Universal’s basement so long he only really remembers to play one song—his theme from “Africa” [Lyrics and link above]
Ø  Later on, however, he “makes up” his new and improved theme from Epic Mickey;
§  {Be warned, the video may make you cry.}

This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions

**I apparently either type too fast or too slow for these laptops, as I keep randomly loosing letters or the order keeps messing up.