Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Razia's Shadow

Tunes: Toba the Tura - Forgive Durden, Razia's Shadow: A Musical
Mood: Tired, the frustrated, then good, then good, then good, and now, bad.

Everyone knows that relationships -- family, friends, lovers -- involve taking and giving on both parts. It's a basic understanding that some people somehow fail to understand. Some people do a lot of taking and very little giving. Some great people, contrary wise, do a lot of giving and very little taking. These people are like load stones, or keystones in the middle of an arch. Without them, that entire relationship would collapse, like an arch with no keystone.

A relationship kind of like that happens between me and my sister. She does some giving, but mostly takes. I don't take much and I give a lot.

I'm a loadbearer. I've known that for a while. You come to me with your problems and I'll sympathize and try to help with what I can.

But with my sister, she sees it as me the taking and her doing all the giving.

Who's sitting around not doing anything while Mackenzie looks for a flash drive?

Who asks Mackenzie to get her a needlenose pliers when she can easily get them herself?

Who thinks that she's superior in every way to me?

Who refuses to treat me like an adult? . . . when I'm treated like an adult probably 80% of the time?

I'm getting sick of doing all the giving in this relationship. It's not how a relationship should be. It should be an even balance on both sides.

I feel like Arima in Razia's Shadow. He was one of the two most gifted of The Scientist's (God's) Seraphs (angels), and he proved to The Scientist his gifts, but was brushed off, with no recognition. He made the lamps to show everyone his gift. Still no compensation or recognition. The Spider tells him 'You have a special gift, but they still treat you like you're a kid. It must feel so bad with a knife in your back.' The Spider convinces Arima to destroy the lamps in a spectacular display of his fury towards The Scientist. Arima, in his rage, destroys the lamps and sets The Scientist's creation (their world) ablaze.

Arima's intentions were good -- he wanted to change the world, impress The Scientist and Nidria (The other most gifted Seraph, and the girl he's in love with). All he wanted to do was good, and all he wanted was recognition. He didn't get it, and The Spider corrupted him.

Arima's world burns, and The Scientist and Nidria and the rest of the Seraphs go to another creation, and erected a wall between them. Arima's punishment was he was to stay on the Dark side forever. A prophecy was made by the Oracle that someone would reunite the Dark and the Light.

100 years later, on the Dark side, we have two boys -- Pallas, the heir, and Adakaias, the youngest. Adakaias dreams of another, better world. Everyone tells him he's stupid for thinking this, that he should be more like his brother. He feels the urge within him to escape the dark may be the prophecy. He remembers all the tales he heard as a child of the prophecy and Arima's story. Everyone's ashamed in him for being 'foolish,' his own brother claiming his is 'Naive and starry-eyed,' and that 'the Dark has been your home,' even threatening to hunt him down and kill him if he leaves the Dark.

Adakaias tells his brother that he can't help this feeling in his heart telling him to run -- that he, Pallas, was meant to rule the dark and that 'I was meant to see the sun!'

In the end, Adakaias leaves the Dark, tired of fiction, for the city of Light. He was disguised as a citizen, and once he got there, he was saying that he should have left earlier, and his hope was peaked -- that he was right. Then . . . he fell for someone, Princess Anhura -- who, much like Adakaias, spent much of her life dreaming of a different life.

I won't spoil the rest for you, because it's actually really weird to explain the last of it. Besides, I think it's better to get the story from the music than anything.


Saturday, July 3, 2010

PAINTING WITH ALEXANDER SKARSGARD.

I'm bored, so I'm going to MS Paint the crap out of a picture of Alexander Skarsgard. I'm probably going to just give him a horrible looking mustache and make him all 'SHOOP DA WHOOP I'MMA FIRIN MA LAZOR.' This might become a feature: MS PAINT with ALEXANDER SKARSGARD. Maybe I'll do MS paint celebrity interviews. I dunno. I'll at least try that last one.


THE NORM:

PEDOSTACHE:
CHARGIN HIS LAZOR:



I'm going to admit I had a bit too much fun doing this.

LETS HAVE AN INTERVIEW!

Um . . . not with Alexander, though. Eric. (You guys remember Eric, right? He's a viking (NOT THAT KIND).

MAC: So, Eric, what do you think of my artistic portrayals of you?
ERIC: What did you do to my face?
M: I MS Painted it.
E: What's that?
M: Computer.
E: Go no further -- I hire people to do the computer stuff for me. I'm too old for things like that.
M: Great.
E: I think I'd look great with a mustache.
M: That's how I imagined you when you were disguising yourself as Leif from California. With a horrible fake mustache.
E: *Nods* I was thinking about it, but do you know how hard it is to find a place that sells fake mustaches after sundown? Pretty difficult.
M: You should have had Sookie pick one up for you.
E: Didn't think of that. She would have wondered what I needed it for.
M: CHANGE OF SUBJECT. So, for someone who's 1000 years old and swedish, you speak great english.
E: I took an 'English as a second language' night class a while back.
M: *Nods* nice, nice . . . wait . . . how far back? How long is 'a while' for vampires?
E: How long is 'a while' for you?
M: It can be anywhere between a few days and a few years.
E: For vampires -- well, for myself, it's anywhere between a few years and a few hundred years.
M: Wow.
E: *Shrugs*
M: So how's your business -- Fangtasia -- coming along?
E: Pretty good now that we got rid of that thief.
M: The one who was . . . well, what other definition of 'thief' is there . . . stealing from you?
E: Longshadow, yeah.
M: Yeah. Embezzlement.
E: Embezzler.
M: Yup.
E: Well, I have to be back in Shreveport in a while . . . I've tried leaving Pam to run the bar and it never goes too well.
M: Well, it's been nice talking to you.
E: Any time.
M: After sundown, that is.
E: Exactly.
[END INTERVIEW]

As you can tell, I'm extremely bored.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

You've caught my HEART! ... sending HEART to Lanette's PC.



Aww. Where can I get Valentines like this?

ICH MOECHTE. (German tip: If you can't do umlauts on your PC or other device, like a cellphone, put an E after the umlauted letter.)

Translated: I WANT.

I think it's really cute!

Today . . . is boring. Steph and I were going to go biking, but she doesn't feel up to par, so we're rescheduling for tomorrow. Nothing is going on, no one to talk to . . . and I'm getting so frustrated trying to find a Relicanth on Pokemon Ruby. DO THEY EVEN EXIST? ARE THE REGIS LYING TO ME?

Eh-hem. Sorry, got a little carried away. I'm serious -- I cannot find one of these stupid things for the life of me. I've tried using Sweet Scent, I've tried just lookin' around for one . . . I haven't even SEEN one. It's getting so annoying! I JUST WANT TO UNLOCK THE REGIS. It took me forever to evolve my Wailmer into a Wailord alone. All to unlock the Regis so I can complete my Pokedex.

Oh, last night, I was up really late watching Good Eats (ALTON BROWN FTW) and Criminal Minds (GIDEON AND SPENCER FTW). And Alton made like, a million Beatles references. He was talking about pepper (the KING OF SPICES) and was talking to the English Expedition-looking guy in a tree, and he's like:

P: I'm Pepper, nice to meet you.
(Pepper talk)
Alton: Pepper . . . (points to pepper's uniform) military?
P: Yes, Sergeant.
Alton: (Looks towards camera) Sergeant Pepper.

(Sergeant Pepper Lonely Heart's Club Band.)

During the pepper talk . . .

SP: Me and my colleague, Mr. Kite . . .
Alton: (Dramatic Sigh, looks towards the camera)

(Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite.)

And, at the end of the show, when Alton was making small talk with Sergeant Pepper -- who was actually not a sergeant anymore, he had just been promoted:

Alton: So, you have a daughter Lucy, right?
Pepper: Oh, yes.

(Lucy in the sky with diamonds.)

This is why I love this show. Just the total weirdness mixed in with the cooking and science. And puppets (you can't forget the puppets, people!).

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Fathers Day



This is Terry. I don't know what to do for him for Vaterstag (Fathers Day, for you non-Germanish people).

(JSYK, That's my Snuggie.)

I have no idea whatsoever. I've only had a 'Dad' in any function of the word for just over a year now. Last year, we got him a card (it had a fat guy holding a huge fish on the front).

I made Mom cupcakes in bed and breakfast at the table, and got her a candle and a cute card. I'm just blanking out about Terry, though. It's like . . . I don't know. (ICH WEISS NICHT!)

Ach nein! Schnell, Schnell!!

Sorry. That was random.

OH, I forgot something. Dezzy (remember, Dezzy? Rocktheexistance?) and I have decided to find a cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen and videotape out shenanigans with him. We'll be hiding him in bathrooms and going on dates with him, insisting that we get TWO tickets to a movie.

Stephanie (no blog, just . . . yeah) suggested that we shove him in the passenger seat of a car and use him to drive in the carpool lane, with a camera on the dash.

I just Googled 'Where do I get a cardboard cut-out of Edward Cullen?' and it yielded 6,950,000 results.

How about 'Buy an Edward cardboard cut-out'? - 159,000

Lemme add 'Cullen' to that - 7,250,000. It went up with specific-ness.

Hmm. Let's add 'cheap' - 7,220,000. Hmm, it's narrowing down.

Let's add 'life size' - 7,220,000. No reduction.

Let's check eBay! 10 results for 'Edward Cullen standee.' The cheapest is $26.99 + shipping($9.00). The most expensive is $69.95 +

WHOA, $60.00 SHIPPING? WTC?

Where do you live that it's so expensive to ship?

80 Results for 'Twilight Standee.'

Where do you even pertain these cardboard cutouts? Standees, whatever they are?

45 results for 'Harry Potter standee.'

0 for 'True Blood standee.' Hmm, kinda disappointed. I was hoping for a life-size Eric to creep people out with. Stick it outside their windows, in their beds, creepy places.

I'm rambling, so I think I'll stop now.

G'Day.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

30 things.

"Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 30 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 30 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 30 random things, tag 30 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.) "

This is a Facebook game. I've decided to participate -- albeit, on my blog.

1. I'm almost always cold for no apparent reason.

2. I hang out in the art room more often then I probably should (considering I don't even have an art class this semester . . .).

3. My manners were taught and enforced by Hannibal Lecter, MD.

4. Sometimes, I try and imagine how I would go about directing a random play at my school.

5. I own two pairs of Converse Hi-Tops: Red and Purple.

6. MOAR GLITTER.

7. I secretly admire my sister.

8. I get overly defensive way, way too much.

9. I know too much. I know something about almost everything. I seem to just pick up random tidbits of knowledge.

10. I confuse my Psychiatrist sometimes.

11. I admit that I have some problems.

12. I feel that I am destined for something far greater than my current, small life holds. I have big dreams and I plan on fulfilling them.

13. I don't like having shit talked about me. That tends to trigger number eight. In fact, number eight seems to be triggered by a lot of things.

14. Once, I had this dream. I was sitting with my Grandpa, on like, a boat on a lake in the middle of a forest. All of a sudden, this HUGE whale pops up -- just it's mouth, though -- the rest of it was submerged. I was like 'WHOA, IT'S A WHALE.' and Grandpa was like, 'MAYBE IT WAS THIS OR THAT.' And then it popped up again and he's like, 'OH, HEY, IT IS A WHALE.'

15. I have BICYCLES on my feet. Your argument is irrelevant.

16. Me and Tim may fight like an old married couple, but we'd probably do anything for each other. Albeit in a witty, sarcastic, dramatical way.

17. My brain is amazing. It can maintain several 'lives' at once. I can be expanding the story line of one writing in my brain while doing other stuff with various other writings.

18. I get really frustrated when I'm trying to draw something and my stupid hand can't do what my brain wants it to.

19. I write fanfiction.

20. I like this guy. Maybe he likes me back. Maybe he doesn't. I don't know, and I'm afraid to find out.

21. I follow PostSecret like some kind of weblog hawk.

22. I lose things frequently.

23. I think I scare people sometimes.

25. One of my favorite, stupidly amazing websites is www.theoatmeal.com

26. I love cult musicals. Especially weird ones like Phantom of the Paradise and Shock Treatment, and Rocky Horror Picture Show.

27. Once, spontaneously, I got up in front of my entire choir class during a presentation and did the Time Warp.

28. Sometimes, I feel like my life is based around songs I hear and listen to.

29. Sometimes, I think I can tell the future. I think I'm precognitant or presentient.

30. There was no number 24.


Monday, June 7, 2010

Real Slick, Buddy.

This oil spill's really ticking me off. Some scientist recently said it would be better to euthanize the birds than to clean them and re-release them.

Umm . . . no?

Why would you kill them? Really? You're killing them because they're covered in oil. If I got covered in oil and it wasn't my fault, would you kill me?

It's not the bird's fault. It's BP's.

Is anyone going to get punished for this? Yeah. The birds.

I don't know -- is anyone considering filing a lawsuit against BP? I mean, really -- it's been what, forty-something days now? Forty-something days now. Forty days of (And this is what I picture*) a bunch of suits sitting around an office talking about how the gas price will go up and they might just have to get rid of their second Hummer or Ferarrhi**. What on earth are these people actually doing? I want to see the productivity. Where is my productivity?

I was talking to my grandfather* about the oil spill, and he told me that they* were considering doing something that the Soviet Union did when they had an oil spill a long while ago*. See, the put -- get this, they put an atomic bomb a couple thousand feet below the leak. They set it off and the force and heat and everything melded the leak closed. Am I the only person to think that this is a mix of retarded and awesome? Except the U.S. would probably, somehow screw it up. It would kill everything, or it wouldn't go off, or it would do nothing to the oil spill somehow, or -- with our luck -- the oil would burn and kill everything.

*- My imagination does things like this.
*- I probably spelt that wrong.
*- Eddie knows too much about everything. Where did you think I got it from?
*- BP, The Gov't, whoever.
*- You probably didn't know about it because first, it happened a long while ago, and second, there's nothing for the oil to affect in Siberia. Because there's nothing in Siberia, period.

Let's get off a heated subject and onto some random stuff.

The guy I like was making funny faces at me during choir. Also, I've fallen in love with the new musical Paradise Lost, by Eric Whitacre. Here's the trailer:


I absolutely love the trailer -- our choir teacher showed it to us because
I'm pretty sure he's in love with Eric Whitacre.

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

*EDIT*

Waaait a second. The video above isn't the one I wanted. Gimme a second.


FOUND IT.

Enjoy this one too. I like this one best, because of the footage and narration.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Untie your mind.

Tunes: The Missing Piece - Forgive Durden
Mood: Slightly upbeat

I love this song. It's beautiful and I can listen to it over and over and over.

"Everything seems to fade
when I see his face,
The sun and stars all dim
every time I look at him"

Youtube it.

I want to draw something. I think I will.

Later, readers.