OMFG I'm so excited for The Colbert Report. Tonight he got a day named in his honour in Canada, he got people to A: buy GM Motors business reports and B: throw them onto a small town hockey rink, and he got Wikipedia to give him credit for saving African elephants. In one night! He just tells a group of people to do something, and they do it!
(I voted on the M0hid, playing my part in the Colbert Nation, the first time through, which proved useless that first time lol. I went on the website the night after he ordered us to vote and it was completely frozen, no access...this is either from an overwhelming amount of support or perhaps a hacker-inlayed program...anyway OMFG BEST BRIDGE EVAR.)
He represents a new world order: globalization. This was the topic on The Daily Show with Bill Gates (who's retaining a little love-handle weight, might I say): globalization and interaction between the media and the public, TV and the internets. Stephen Colbert is changing entertainment by reacting with the public and truly giving us a new look at things. <33333
It's too awe-inspiring to put in to words for me, seriously. I wish he'd involve Canada more or else find a way to pay for me to live in New York City...*rolls around* WRY I want to join Colbert Nation! It's the beginning of an era, and he's on top, representing America of course. I want so bad to be a part of it!
Tomorrow I promise to study math all day. Seriously. No slashfic or TCR ranting. Seriously!
Oh and the only two people at my school who noticed and/or mentioned my new haircut were boys. (Yes and since I know that this is the only section of my article that you'll comment about if you elect to at all, Ashley, you noticed it too.) What does that say about our school...oh ya, I know. ~Newspaper's for queers.~
How to save a life....some lame wannabe rockband on tehradio.
When I'm a teacher I'll be much more interesting than the physics TOC we had a few days ago. I'll have a deep and resonant voice and I'll be an expert in what I teach, even if I'm just acting like I know what I'm talking about. I'll say how I really feel and never lie. If I'm a high school teacher, I'll have liberal views and let my students swear if they feel so inclined. If it's elementry, which it will more likely be, I'm not going to act squirmish when the kids ask how old I am. Seriously, every female elementry teacher I've ever had, shout it from the hills that you're old and wise and you'll never regain your youth!
I'll never teach like Mr. Noblet, no matter how tempting it is to abuse my power and yell VERY loudly at all of my students. I want to enjoy my subject/class and be very enthusiastic and put it into a new light. Maybe I'll play a Noblet type teacher to scare the kiddies into working. Mr. Jellineck has a better approach, but in his position, being so very inept goes unnoticed as it is overshadowed by his cuteness and mostly unfailing confidence. I don't want to appear that way, I want to be competent and logical....and...what I really want is to attract the fancy of a smart, stern, strict, very mean fellow teacher who wants me all to himself. Maybe then I'm not so different than Mr. Jelli...
Yes I do take into consideration the lives of completely fictional characters when choosing my future career. SWC PWNS MY LIFE.
This is of course only if I feel like going back to school, but being on the other side of the teacher's lounge door. I might end up retiring with work on many an animation under me' belt, never having had to walk into a school for years and years, if my initial plan works out. But if I get tired of drawing cells after only a few months and break apart, I'll end up in a school trying to keep my patience with the little monsters in check and trying to hit on the other teachers to make a scandal.
Severusly, like the best thing that there is a about being a teacher is scandalous affairs, no matter from where you view them. Good times.
NOTE: TCR/TDS/SWC/EX57 slash/crack is OUT OF CONTROL ON LJ. SLOW IT DOWN, GIRLS. Actually don't 'cause I love it muchly.SO MUCHLY.KEYBOARD SMASHHHHHGJGdflkgjdfogjrilgdnfgbi
During AP today we got another talking-down-to. It was painful. Ms. Crawford had us do things like "Think about what message you're presenting yourself with by not handing in your work on time. Now raise your hand if that is how you want to be seen."
Treating us like children with expanded vocabulary. She kept asking us to raise our hands to rhetorical questions, to prove her own self-worth. Not that we didn't deserve it. I'm thinking of leaving AP, but I guess I'll stay to prove them all wrong. We've done nothing of value so far this year, we're just expected to magically pull projects out of our asses, drop all other engagements and work on art all night long.
I could do that, really. I just haven't set my sights that high. I know that I'll never compare to those students from last year. But maybe setting my sights high is the first step? I don't want to lose my identity and change everything I've figured out, if only recently, (not to say that I want to be seen seriously as a procrastinator), but I do want to kick some ass with my work. If not just to show off.
I need to write another original short story. The more I look over the one I wrote in grade 10, the more I laugh at it. It really came off as more fantasy that I expected. It's good for what it has done though. And I love the characters. The man is so stupid and the boy is such a wangster. I think I'll start on a new story soon, after seeing random parts of Blood Diamond in my dreams... that'll be fun.
Guh. I got a headache. Now, I'm seriously sick. My throat hurts and my eyelids are burning, starting a fever. I don't know if I'll go to school tomorrow... I think I got the flu from all of that discouragement. But now I really want to work to prove here wrong, but I can't move. I think God is mad at me for all' that herecy. Why does this happen now, goddammit?! Balls! I did it again!
The power's gonna go out so I gotta post quick lolol.
I should be sleeping 'cause it's nearly midnight but I'm sooooooo deeply engaged with Strangers with Candy that I can't get away from it.
I found this clip from The Colbert Report which I remember from some time ago, only as being completely random and involving a tiny little lady who Stephen was trying hard to prove he knew her, by hinting profusely that he didn't. ("Saying the opposite of what you mean is not cool.") I wish so hard that we got Comedy Central instead of stupid-ass Comedy Network, just like we get Fox instead of a Canadian rip off like uh... "20th Century Moose." srsly.
And I'm infinitely glad that I now know who "Stage Manager Tad" is because I want to sex him very much.
Today while Aaron was trying to catch my attention, (for what, gods know), I perfected the hand signal for "wank-snap", which is something like signalling giving a handjob, and then snapping the dick in half. I guess it would be a good thing to scare off someone unwanted making a pass at you . . . ? or something lolololol
So around the school there are a bunch of half-finished, inexplicable posters which, as far as anyone can determine, are meant to encourage us students to donate monies to our sister school program in Africa. I of course, made it my business to fight the half-ass-ing do-gooders in their attempts to boost community involvement.
The posters all say "give water," "give books," "give education." on separate pieces of paper, meant to go together. No information is specified on the sheets.
I started by writing on the poster they put on my locker (they started it, really, they should've known not to involve my locker), ending the sentence fragment with some random group of people to give the books too. Nothing offensive even. I even wrote it in red pen, the colour that has been selected to put to the fundraising efforts, which means that really, I'm helping the effort.
Someone came by and ripped the poster in half, destroying my contribution and leaving theirs.
I certainly don't mind that they want to defile our halls with guilt-spreading, weakly presented, incoherent posters, but perhaps the folks at our Ol Pejeta support group could put a little more effort in? A picture, maybe an explanation? That would help.
So the poster that was tore from my locker I desecrated again, it was removed, I replaced it. I did a few others that took a whole day for someone to realize to take them down.
I felt, I guess, excited because I was making a statement- a weak one, a pointless one that helps nothing but my own self-satisfaction, (which dwindles) and because someone responded. I think I know who it was, too, and so long as they don't find out that I was making light of their poorly-executed cause, nothing bad will come of this. Not much good either - no one knows what exactly to do . . . I think I probably just should've ignored the whole thing, in the end, but it was a bit of entertainment for me.
I'm finally back on FF.net, sort of. I posted last night and even the one, measly comment I've recieved so far makes me remember how much I love being there!
Every fandom I've been in has been destroyed with the presence of way too many Mary-Sues, shipper-battles, bastards reporting yaoi-fics simply due to their own personal biases, and other such atrosities, but still there are those who care about what real work looks like. I'm so happy to see the KKM fandom thriving; it gives me hope! I can't wait to get back in full-swing, posting pwp and plotless fluff. I got a comment saying my latest KKM fic is "well-written": simply that fills my kokoro with joy.
I love fandom. It inspires such creativity, and since the characters and plot are well-known, everyone is on the same page when it comes to what fics they want to read or not. Then, they can appropriatly judge the work based on writing ability because they agree with the content. XDDDDD
Also, Anne Rice can go suck my barbarian-woman balls because she's too good to allow work based on her own to exist on FF.net. Srsly. Who would even want to write anything based on her work? Take that, Anne Rice. (ohnoes I'm gonna get my ass sued by her scouts for sure)
Trivium - Ignition . . . or is it T.M.R. - Ignited ? fufufu.
So I've not been using this journal for too long, it seems. It's just with all of the homework I've been doing lately . . . *snort* Ya right. All of my time on the computer's been on MS pqin' it up with Svidrigailov and the FeggiWarriors. Right now it's doing a huge patch, which is the only reason I'm not there now . . . but why am I making excuses, really?
I calculated my grade-point average as of now (which is the average I'll be sending to schools I apply to now) using marks from Math 12, Bio 12, and Phys 11. It's 79%. That is pitiful. However if I include my estimated psyco. and art marks, it should rise to atleast 83%. If I only count my grade 12 provincials (taken so far or estimated) it drops to about 70%. I'm not pleased.
It's not really my fault, even though only a bad craftsman blames his tools, I have to blame the tools working in the office at my school. My schedual puts all of my better classes in the second semester, classes for which I won't recieve marks (around 90%) until all applications for post-secondary are closed in July. I could always work harder in Math and Bio to improve my situation, but that's not the way I do things!!
D'you know I have a cell phone now? It has the capability to go on the internet, gimme songs, get ringtones, and send messages, but each of those features costs something like $0.5 per session. It looks good and the vibrate feature keeps me company on those lonely nights. (`o`)
OMG I WATCHED ALL OF FMA's second half (ep 35-50) In like 3 days. It was awesome. It pissed me off at times, with the whining and annoying flashbacks to Scar's brother, but Envy literally kicking the crap out of Wrath made up for it. Also MANLY LUMBERJACK Pride being set on fire and then regrowing his skin pwnd. Also Roy's inexplicable loss-of-eye was fun-tastic. Also I liked the demon babies in the gate trying to chew on Envy. OMG and it turns out that hell is in LONDON, ENGLAND? YA RLY. That was very funny - to us Westerners, at least.
Enough about FMA. GREED+ENVY=MURDERBFF!!!
Well you've sifted through the post seeking this link, I know you have. The next installment of AYtR.
Gackt - Derge of Cerberus theme REDEMPTION s'all hxcore heh.
Shadow Raiders, which was my favourite show when I was about 8 - just old enough to qualify for its "C8" rating, (which has now gone up to PG13, for some reason which I'm certain is completely justifiable - hurray censorship!) was on this friday and it was the episode where the main coupling has their first kiss. I realized that they were my first OTP ever, and also that having a canon OTP, well, pays off. There's a lot more fanservice for those in such a situation. But canon shippers are crazy mofos. They'll tear off your head for so much as suggesting alternative(-lifestyles in most cases involving me BWAHA). But majorly fanon couples (like most of mine - terrifying, really) have benefits too. Like doujinshi. There is way too much doujinshi in the world, but if it was gone, I would not truly be alive.
So I've come to the conclusion that I want a doujinshi. An authentic, true piece of work that combines my favourite things: art and yaoi. Erm. One of those somewhat gentler yaoi ones where the uke says "but why did you save me from that inexplicable dangerous situation?" and the seme replies "this is why" and they proceed to kiss passionately. My life would be fulfilled.
Now I have only to find a way to pass as 18 to utilize the order sites. Goddammit, I've been waiting long enough!
I think this general-commentary-on-fandom/rant-about-my-love-of-pr0n post means nothing to anyone but me, but to those reading it, thanks for taking the time.
So this is a collection of facts that have recently come to my awareness:
iPod is officially the simplest software and hardware to operate and understand ever created; the manual is about 12 pages long, but excluding easy-to-comprehend graphics, it's only about 3. (Yet I have managed to irritate it into not allowing me access to certain menus with my incompetence . . . no, it's my impatience. I devastate computers by simply expecting them to complete too many tasks at once.) I'm quite pleased with the workings of the iPod. I'm glad to know that we are at this stage in technological growth when we can create complex devices that operate with 4 buttons. Like the Gameboy. Heh.
"Cockposterous" is the worst word that the English language system of grammar/pronunciation(?) can allow. There are NO WORSE. WTF? No more creating words, especially when cock is primarily occupying your thoughts, Melissa.
Comic-Con is nicknamed the "nerd prom".I think I'll go to Comicon, the nerd prom, (heh, just now my iPod shuffled to this heartbreaking song) after I accomplish every other thing that I want to.
Gackt's lyrics in every single song are mostly based on the lines "I'll cry your name", "I want to hold you in my arms", "a beautiful person I saw in a dream", and the like. That is, they all start with a different story, but by the time the chorus erupts, dear Gakkun reverts to his winning formulas. I don't think he's even trying anymore, he's too focused on his new hairstyles and game seiyuu contracts. But after all, he could say anything and I would still be hopelessly enamoured with him.
yume de yasashi hito o mita imademo dakishimetai kimi no na o sakebi tsudzukete . . .
Ok, listen, seriously, listen to this here shizzle.
This post can sort-of tie in to my previous one, the one about the use of the word "original" being used too lightly to describe fictional works? The generic stories about highschool and magic and drama being produced for a huge profit?
I was in the good'ol U.S.A. over the weekend and I was enjoying their take on television programming (Nickelodeon's all-day channel "Nick" is my favourite for a couple of different reasons; The Colbert Report plays at least 3 times daily), and I witnessed an advertisement for a new show:
"That girl, she's way out of your league buddy." "She's a half-angel, half-human!"
HOLY FOCK MONKIES. The coming show, or rather, I think it's a made-for-tv movie is basically my parody story (now being refered to as "A Year to Remember") only with the story being centered around Xaryyn being 2 years senior and a lot hornier.
The series also looks a lot darker, maybe more angst, though how much more angst can you get being the last of your species? And in this version, Xaryyn (whose name is freakin' AARON, which is the name I based Xaryyn on, seriously), is also a half-angel.
Icy's character, who is hotter, older, brainless and tanned, shoots light from her hands.
This story's Camerhume appears to be an African-American bald man, like the one in Stargate, not a Gallondrite.
WTF. Does no one see a problem with this?
So I feel it is time to post a second installment of A Year to Remember.
HSAU Parody of EPIC AMUSEMENT and UNQUESTIONABLE SOAP-OPRACY
KK, this is the official first online posting of my incredible High-School Alternate Universe (HSAU) work about Icy and Xaryyn and their trials in highschool.
I wrote this to contend with the growing amount of cheap, long-drawn, overdramatic amount HSAU fanfiction taking over fandoms. (The trend is growing even faster than North American yaoi sector, which, when I began, was also small and mostly considered unacceptable.) NO fandom is safe, it seems, as I've seen from even just peering into a fandom, taking in the vast scope of tormented teens who resolve to write and read such work.
The works to which I am refering are the ones spanning from the fandoms of Harry Potter, to my beloved Shaman King, which place all of the author's selected favourite characters going to high school and dealing with practices such as going to gym class and coupling. Original characters are involved with the main characters, OC's which are extensions of the author who wants to get busy with the heroic Harry, lonely warrior Ren, and other such males with figuritive cages around their figuritive hearts.
I believed that this trend was atleast limited to the likes of fanfiction and fandom, but I've noticed a conciderable amount of 'original', if it can be so labeled, fiction in all applicable medias. The final straw for me was when I saw the sort of work being published. That is, someone was making a living out of fulfilling their 12-year-old, half-elf-Barbie meets dark-mage-Ken, highschool dating scene dreams.
The book that I was inroduced to, and I am certain that there are others, was about a girl who is not only lonely AND a tomboy AND an underdog AND with divorced parents, but she is also cold-hearted and doubtful of all others. UNTIL, she meets a boy who is the most beautiful, mysterious, other-worldly being who has ever attended the small town high-school who, without a doubt, is attracted to her. The two persue one another, the girl thinks about the confusing feelings in her body, and the boy stands offside and acts far too cool. I nearly choked on the lines describing the boy's eye-colour-changing ability and I knew that respectable fiction is long gone when the boy turned out to be a VAMPIRE - the sexiest of all of the undead breeds.
There is a difference between writing fiction and writing out and binding fantasies. There is a place for such Harlequin and doujinshi works, and god knows, it's one of my favourite places, but ficticious novels cannot carry on so! I suppose entertainment is the original purpose of such works, but HSAU cannot become mainstream. My writer's heart cannot stand to see it.
So this parody work is an endless entity, which upon reading leaves readers swinging between a sense of excitement and suspence, and the sense that leaves them wanting to slap a hand to their forehead and strangle the author. It's frusterating to feel intrigued by the piece, especially when I filled it with an assortment of cliches and other such writing follies. The work does not have any breaks between chapters, though I realize that writing chapter titles would be another adventure.
SO I've been less than attentive to this poor lonely blog and despite the lack of readers, watchers, and any sort of contacts on whom I may be holding-out, I feel I have an obligation to fill this space. The thing is, I have so many different books and coil-bound treasures to write in, that when it comes to ranting or talking about different happenings in my life, logging on (remembering my password, re-researching even the simplist of lj-tags) seems like to much hassle to simply put my pains into words.
I've noticed what made me stop (had I ever started?) watching the news. The news is a media for spreading incessant pain and insecurity! And anger! Such anger I have for all of those stupid innocent citizens, political correctness advocates, and religious martyrs! I can't stand to hear any more about the controversy surrounding Muslims living in Canada who refuse to follow the laws because Allah wills that they don't. There should be no indecision regarding immigrants - if you don't follow the rules and share our country's beliefs, then do not live here! Almost all of my friends are immigrants and I cherish them all, but when I hear about young men wanting to take ceremonial daggers to school (one of the only rules remaining in our schools is the one that says you cannot have weapons in schools) and bin Laden fans deciding to make a weekend out of causing severe casualties, my temper flares. That is, my temper only flares briefly and then recedes under an increasingly cynical, distrusting layer of persistent disassociation. And what's that word for someone who believes in nothing at all? A skeptic, only more disappointed.
(Am I being like one of those non-conformist goth kids from South Park? It's starting to sound that way.)
I've been watching the Hour on CBC's channel 21 and despite the blatant attempts to attract "the young people" with "rock and roll music", I like it. I've learned so much that I should never need to know, like where the first public Satanic ritual will take place, but it cheers me to see every side of the stories - that is, the sides of the stories as told from the view of the least involved participant because they are the only story-tellers the CBC can afford. The Daily Show and The Colbert Report make me endlessly happy to watch. I've been watching Canadian versions of the shows since I was four or so. It's something we started before the Americans - it takes a country's politics falling into extreme disarray to move a country to create satirical shows, meaning Canada's politics were driven into the ground years ago. Or perhaps we are just quicker to laugh at ourselves.
Allow me to fangirl over Stephen Colbert who is my favourite 40 year old man (next to Gackt---just kidding, Gakkun isn't a man) and said this: "The plan is in full swing, men. We've already convinced women that stripping makes them sexually-empowered; now if we can convince them that staying home and cooking dinner builds character they'll be doing everything we want!" ---so maybe said quote is less than appealing, but it's how he said it. He is brilliant and he plays his character with a straight face. I love it. But that is much besides the point. Politics make me cry even more than my own insecurity.
I wish everyone would straighten, look things over and realize that I am the only shining beacon of light. I am the only person on earth who isn't stupid! So please, everyone. I win.
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