The Thoroughbred of Sin?

Most disturbing orange juice commercial ever, Y/Y?

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:41:01 GMT

Now really. Flamingo pole dancers? And peacocks, who are apparently post-op since they're "female" but have fancy tails?

Warning, may scar retinas.

A Horrible dream

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:28:11 GMT

I dreamed that Dr. Horrible was working on a new project of evil . . . in rented mall space, for some reason. Also a couple other people who may or may not have been villains. (He seemed to have a crush on the Asian woman in the lab coat.)

Anyway, he caught wind that something wasn't right and they snuck out of the mall, only to be spotted in the parking lot. Who was after them? I still don't know, but they drove creepy, grey, unpainted vans and had rocket nets. BA-BOOM! The others were caught, but Dr. Horrible managed to pull himself out of the net and run away to a nearby park where he climbed a lightpost to escape from carnivorous dinosaurs. Which, apparently, live in the park.

Poor Billy. I was glad to see he escaped from the Mysterious Vans, though. Maybe later he'll tame a dinosaur and they'll kick ass together.

Essay, done! Woooo! Also Green Lantern ficlet

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 07:38:37 GMT

Well, I just finished the final essay of English 101. I was dreading it all day because it was an in-class essay that had to be finished in two hours. Two hours! How can I obsessively start and delete five essays before desperately scribbling out the final product in a mere two hours? HAVE THEY NO RESPECT FOR MY METHOD?

Anyway, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I handed it in and then revised one of my old essays for my "portfolio." Do all schools have English portfolios? Well, anyway.

Here's something I found on my hard drive that comic-y folks might enjoy.

It's based on the first issue of . . . Green Lantern volume 2? Perhaps? Well. Anyway, starring Hal, around the time of the JLI. Guy and Ted make brief guest star appearances.

"Down to Earth" - Issue #1 - June 1990

Hal Jordan: Well, here I am on this cliff. I think I'll brood over my life for a while. *brood brood* . . . that was fun. Hey, I think I'll jump off this cliff . . . and turn into Green Lantern on the way down. Ha ha, I totally freaked out those campers! Well, enough of that. I think I'll visit . . . THE JUSTICE LEAGUE!

At JLI headquarters:

Batman: Hey Hal. Gonna join up again?

Blue Beetle: Pleeeeeease join us. Pleeeeeease.

Hal: But I thought you had Guy Gardner as your Green Lantern.

Blue Beetle: *shrugs* But we hate him.

Hal: Who doesn't?

Guy: Hey, I resemble that remark!! WUSS!!

Hal: Okay, forget this noise. I've got to go define myself not as a superhero, but as a MAN--

Batman: Whatever. *slams door*

Hal: Wait, I wasn't done with my soliloquy!!

Meanwhile:

John Stewart: Help! I'm feeling guilty because there are problems in the world that I'm not solving as a Green Lantern. Okay, back to you, Hal.

Meanwhile again:

Hal: Well, I guess I'll hop onto this freight train, even though I could easily use my ring to fly wherever the hell I wanted.

Train guy: Get offa the train, ya bum. *tosses Hal out*

Hal: Whoops, either this is the town Ollie and I went through years ago on our Hard Travelin' crossover--I mean, adventure--or I'm having a flashback! Man, that Rose girl I met as Green Lantern back then was a hottie. I wonder if she's still around.

He goes into a store.

Hal: Hey, anyone know where Rose Lewis lives?

Store lady: Sure, we all love to share personal information on our townsfolk. That's what makes Hope Springs the "Stalker Capital of Ohio", you know!

Hal: But we're not in Ohio.

Store lady: No, but we like the way it sounds. Anyway, she lives on that hill. And now she's Rose Hardin.

Hal: Last name change? That can't be good . . .

He trots up the hill.

Hal: Hey, how about a job?

Rose: I've got enough trouble raising my son by myself.

Hal: By yourself? WOOHOO!

Rose: Hey, I've got an idea. Since you're a strange man I met five minutes ago and have no reason to trust, why don't you live here at my house?

Hal: WOOHOO!

Rose: No sex, though.

Hal: DAMN IT!

Back with John Stewart . . .

John Stewart: Okay, that's it. I'm going to Oa to get some answers from those Guardians, damn it! You readers had better know who they are, because I'm sure as hell not going to go into detail about them or Oa, even though this is the very first comic. Okay, back to you, Hal.

Back with Hal:

Rose: Break up the ground with this pickaxe. Then we can plant this pear tree. I hope it likes growing in solid rock, because that's what we've got.

Hal: Yeah, whatever. This is boring. Let's fast forward a few hours.

That night:

Hal: Stars. Pretty!

Rose's kid: Hey mister! My name's Toby! I'm unnecessarily cutesy! Within a few issues I'll probably be asking my mom if you're going to be my new daddy.

Hal: Yeah, whatever. Hey, guess what? Alien fish live on that one star up there.

Rose: Hey, stop filling up my kid's head with that crap! Death to creativity!

Hal: Uh . . . okay.

Rose: Death to Alice in Wonderland!

Hal: Um . . .

Rose: Death to Harry Potter!

Hal: That hasn't even been written yet.

Rose: Oh, that's right. Not to change the subject or anything, but I've never been able to see the constellations.

Hal: Except the Big Dipper, right?

Rose: The big what?

Hal: Oh my God. Look, I know we're in a remote area, but EVERYONE knows the Big Dipper. GUY GARDNER knows the Big Dipper. AMBUSH BUG knows the Big Dipper. My DOG knows the Big Dipper--and I don't even HAVE a dog. See, it's right there. *suggestively puts his arm around her while he points it out*

Toby: Moooooommy! Tuck me iiiiiiin!

Rose: Whoops! Gotta go!

Hal: Grrr . . . stupid kid.

Meanwhile, on Oa:

John Stewart: Okay, so where's the Old Timer, the Guardian with the stupid name? Hmm . . . *looks in a cave and gasps dramatically* GASP! Looks like a cliffhanger to me. GASP!

Back with Hal:

Hal: Geez, Rose sure makes me dig a lot . . . I don't know why, it's not like anything's going to grow in this solid rock . . .

Guy: Hi Hal! Guess who? BWAHAHAHA!!

Hal: Damn it, Guy. Go away.

Guy: No.

Hal: Yes.

Guy: No.

Hal: Grrr . . .

Guy: WUSS!

Hal: Bah! That's an insult that can only be met with a Gratuitous Fight Scene--Green Lantern style! And you know what that means--

Both: Giant green hand arm-wrestling match!!

They arm-wrestle with giant green hand constructs, but THEN--

Rose (coming out of the house): Gasp! Oh no, I'm shocked! What are you, Hal??

Hal: I'm . . . *dramatic pause* . . . a man. (ALL man, if you know what I mean! *wink wink*)

Rose: No, you can't be a man because when you look at a man you know what he can and can't do and when I look at you I can't know what you can do or if you can do the can-can--wait, where was this line of reasoning going again?

Hal: You lost me at "because".

Rose: Anyway, I don't want you around. I only accept strange men who can dig with a pickaxe for hours on end, not strange men who have magic rings that could potentially plant all these pear trees in five minutes. Go away.

Guy: Well, I sure ruined your love life, Hal. Heh heh heh. See you around, loser. *flies off*

Hal: Um . . . well, I guess I'm out of here, then. But not until I brood about how my ring makes me something MORE . . . and something LESS . . . than a man.

Rose: Yeah, okay, whatever.

Toby: Moooommy!!

Hal: *mutters* Stupid kid.

THE END

The thing about being MORE . . . yet LESS . . . than a man? Yeah, that's straight from the comic. Also Rose not recognizing the Big Dipper. Good God, woman.

And now the answers to . . . WHO'S THAT MEDIEVAL BEAST?

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 02:12:30 GMT

All right . . . Are you ready for a journey of discovery and crack?!

(Cracktastic pictures under the cut.)

1.

This is a badger. Yes, that's right. Forget the fact that it has horns, huge ears, and a mane. You might think that if you were drawing a badger you'd depict its distinctive black and white face markings . . .

BUT YOU'D BE WRONG!

~*~

2.

This is a bat. True, its front legs aren't part of its wings like they should be, but it's definitely a bat. Here's a different medieval picture of bats, which I think is adorable:

~*~

3.

Whoa, what's going on here? This psychadelic beast is . . . a tiger! Yes, a tiger. You know what's funny? Of the nine medieval bestiary pictures of tigers on this site, this is the only tiger who has stripes.

So, what's up with the big circle? Well, here's the story . . . the tiger was chasing the hunter because he stole her cub. He dropped a round mirror and the tiger sees her reflection in it and stops, thinking its her cub. The hunter is a jackass.

~*~

4.

This is a snake. With ears. WHAT.

~*~

5.

Weasels. The illustrator had some talent . . . and used that talent to show weasels reproducing with their mouths and giving birth through their ears. KIDS! Don't kiss, you will have BABIES! They will squeeze out your ears, but only after eating your brains!

~*~

6.

Jesus Christ it's a lion! GET IN THE CAR!

"Lions spare anyone who prostrates himself and allow captives to return home," the bestiary informs us. I sincerely hope no one approached a lion pride based on this advice.

~*~

7.

The unicorn. I love the expressions here. Unicorn: "OMG you bitch i thght you were my friend an you let that guy stab me i hate u." The maiden: "Dude, sorry." The hunter: "If only my hat had a wider brim it would be an awesome sombrero."

~*~

8.

The panther. Yes, another psychadelic big cat, although this one has cloven hooves for some reason. All the other animals love the panther for its sweet-smelling breath, except the dragon, who is hiding in a hole.

~*~

9.

It looks like a camel, doesn't it? But in fact it is the giraffe, also known as the camel-leopard.

This picture reminds me of a webpage Sulaine, a Finnish pony collector, used to maintain with hilarious English-to-Finnish pony name translations. Barnacle became "One-Eye", Masquerade was translated as "Mustache." Cotton Candy became . . . "Baling" or "Bale." "Well, at least the translator understood the 'cotton' part," Sulaine commented.

~*~

10.

A crocodile. The feet disappearing into the mouth strike me as being Monty-Python-ish, somehow.

~*~

11.

Maurice the Clever Cow-Moose.

Madness!

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 18:42:46 GMT

Last night Booster did not scratch at the door.

Instead . . .

Yeah. It's unnerving to continually hear the doorknob rattle late at night.

He knocked over the black thing so he'd have something to stand on.

In not-really-related news, my ComicCon pony arrived (yay!)

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:50:20 GMT

I took Booster (the cat) out for a little night walk.

This proved to be a mistake.

Now he is trying to scratch through the door to get outside again.

The door is metal.

THIS DOES NOT DETER HIM.

Medieval bestiaries: where crack goes to die

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 22:07:51 GMT

Although the best crack is pony crack, medieval bestiaries are a close second. Imagine someone with enough interest in animals to write a helpful guide to them, but neither the means nor the inclination to do any research.

The result? Explanations about how horses are sometimes impregnated by the west wind and weasels give birth through the ear. This is the reason there are no novels truly set in medieval times. Modern readers would not be able to suspend their disbelief.

The medieval mind put Man at the center of the universe, so of course it followed that God created the OTHER species to provide Important Moral Lessons. For example:

The beaver is hunted for its testicles, which are valued for making medicine. When the beaver sees that it cannot escape from the hunter, it bites off its testicles and throws them to the hunter, who then stops pursuing the beaver. If another hunter chases the beaver, it shows the hunter that it has already lost its testicles and so is spared.

If a man wishes to live chastely he must cut off all his vices and throw them from him into the face of the devil. The devil, seeing that the man has nothing belonging to him, will leave the man alone.

Hm!

And now, who wants to play a game of . . .

WHO'S THAT MEDIEVAL BEAST?

To be fair, I know why a lot of bestiary illustrations look like bizarre conglomerations of animal parts. The illustrators never had a chance to see most of these animals and when people are giving you descriptions like "elephants have no joints in their legs" it's easy to see where they go astray.

However.

It's still funny as hell.

Okay, here we go!

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Eleven pictures under the cut. Answers will be posted in a day or two!

Ronno: He wants to be your girlfriend.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 02:13:03 GMT

tikibirds just posted an Aristocats You-Tube video which reminded me of this video.

I think the best part are Bambi and Faline's D: expressions. Oh Ronno.

But wait! I still love Ted!

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 01:05:09 GMT

I feel like I haven't been posting enough comic-y stuff lately. I can just picture my comic-y friends looking at my LJ and saying, "Ponies AGAIN?" Well, truthfully . . . I haven't bought any comics since they killed off Blue Beetle. No, not even Booster's new series. I started out kind of boycotting them . . . *hoists "No more stupid character deaths" sign* . . . but in the end what kept me from going back is that I can't really enjoy comics anymore. I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the writer to do something incredibly idiotic to yet another of my favorite characters.

So now I have the Five Year Policy. No reading comics until they are FIVE YEARS OLD. At that point, I can read them in the knowledge that the stupidity has (hopefully) been forgotten or retconned. Sure, "Power Girl's baby" is a funny arc to read now. But when it was first happening I'm sure everyone was simply overwhelmed with disgust.

(For you non-comic folks, the story of "Power Girl's baby": Power Girl immaculately conceives a baby for reasons I forget, gives birth, and the baby grows in about two seconds, fights an evil monster, and dies. Well, I think he dies. Really, who cares? Anyway. The plot was so idiotic that everyone now pretends it never, ever happened. You want to know what's even dumber? The story where it turns out the female Dr. Light is a bad-ass because of the artificial sweetners in soda and her real personality (or lack thereof) was "meek stereotypical Asian woman who's afraid of the dark." OMFG.)

I still love comics, or at least a lot of the characters. But I'm sticking with fanfics, they tend to be less stupid than actual product. (Better characterization, too.)

I didn't mean to ramble for so long. I just wanted to do an entry for my comic-y friends. So here's Ted's Scary Marmot Adventure! =D

"UFO was just the moon"

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 08:57:20 GMT

This is already hilarious, but even moreso if you listen to the audio clip. (I love their accents, incidentally.)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wales/7489457.stm

A repeat picfic, aka a convenient way to put off that stupid English paper

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 23:24:22 GMT

I've shown this picfic before, but not on my LJ so it will hopefully be new to some of you guys.

I really should be working on my English paper, but I'm just drawing an utter blank. Bleeeeh.

Well, anyway. Eleven pics under the cut.

Pony Meet: The Recap!

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 23:06:10 GMT

On Saturday I set off late for the pony meet in Seattle (well, Lynnwood, really, but it's not far from Seattle), which was partly my own fault. I am a horrible procrastinator and waited until the last minute to empty my car of junk that was left over from New Mexico. As it turned out, I would have been wise to leave the atlas in the car.

Anyway, I used Google Map to get directions from Spokane to Lynnwood and also from my house to Amythest Defender's house (a fellow Spokane collector.) And at this point I started running into my first major problems.

Spokane is a sprawly city with a river running through the middle. Google Maps was instructing me to go over a bridge that was closed for construction. No problem, I drove east a bit, went over a different bridge, and headed west to get on Monroe Street. Except Monroe was also closed for construction. Well, whatever. I kept heading in what I thought was the right direction, looking for the other streets listed by Google Maps--"D" Street, Kiernan, and Northwest Boulevard. I had never had a reason to drive around the north side of Spokane before but I quickly realized special, unspoken rules had been followed while laying out the streets there, to wit:

1. No street shall be more than two consecutive blocks long.

2. The street numbers on this block may be in the 2200's, but if you go one block up to a parallel street they shall be completely different.

3. Dead ends shall abound.

4. If a street is under construction, so shall all the streets around it be under construction, to ensure that no traffic may pass.

5. If a street is under construction, all street signs on it shall be removed.

Seriously, I could not get any further north at a certain point because EVERY NORTH-SOUTH STREET WAS BLOCKED! Finally I drove through a construction zone anyway--it wasn't like there were any workers around, being a Saturday. I also kept stopping to ask for directions whenever I saw someone out and about. This was not a great help, however.

"Northwest Boulevard? I think that's on the other side of town."

"What street again? I've never heard of it."

"It's, uh. It's . . . oh man, it's so hard to THINK!"

That last remark was from a guy who was high, but to be fair he was the only one who gave me remotely useful directions. At least he was better than the postal worker.

Me: Am I near Northwest Boulevard?

Postal guy: Nope!

Me: . . . . how about D Street?

Postal guy: This is my first day on this route. =D

Me: -__-

Speaking of D Street, I kept running across A Street . . . but it was never near any of the other letter streets. A STANDS ALONE!

Finally after a route that looked approximately like this . . .

. . . I made it to Amythest's house. (Actually my real route had a lot more doubling back than that, but never mind.)

After about five hours we made it to Lynnwood! And accidentally drove right past Lynnwood! And drove back to Lynnwood!

Now the good thing about all this was that I was getting so frustrated with the roads and being late that I didn't get nervous until I was actually at the gate at BowtiePony's house. Usually I stress out over meeting people, but this time I was just glad to get out of the car. ^_~

It's hard to describe the meet because it's such a multi-faceted event. Tables were set up around the yard featuring people's sale, trade, and brag ponies, everyone was chatting and mingling, and inside there were some raffles and contests. I enjoyed everything, but mostly meeting people I'd known online for ages.

I'm going to stop here for today and go into specifics tomorrow, methinks. ;)

Hasbro's SDCC exclusives are for sale online!

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 16:59:00 GMT

Now is the time to strike like a cobra if you want any of Hasbro's San Diego Comic Con exclusives, like for example . . .

She's $9.99, order her here!

If last year is anything to go by, they'll be sold out before the day is done. ^_^''

As a sidenote, that's a picture of the prototype. The real one has eyes. OH, and her other side says, "Teehee, I have a secret identity!"

I'm back! And now for something completely different.

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 04:16:16 GMT

Hey hey, look who's back from the pony meet! I had a blast, even though Google Maps lied to me, promising it would take three hours to drive to Lynnwood (just north of Seattle) whereas it actually takes FIVE hours. But who cares? I got to meet cool people, talk pony, and buy some ponies.

I'll give a fuller update tomorrow, after I have a chance to take pictures of the ponies I bought. ^_^

Now for something completely different . . .

Dolls! No offense to the collectors on my friends list (I know several of you guys collect Pullips and/or Blythes), but I think it's creepy when people talk about "bonding" with their dolls. Maybe it's in case they come to life, like Chuckie.

As I thought about this I googled "bonding doll."

The good news: The search did NOT pull up "doll BONDAGE" sites.

The bad news: It pulled up "bonding dolls" which you're supposed to give to your baby. Most of them look like ghosts . . .

. . . but others look more like knotted handkerchiefs.

The silky handkerchief ghost costs $24.00. WHAT.

And then they try to convince you that your child needs one with this picture:

Does that baby look happy to you? Because to me it looks unhappy. Surly. An angry, bitter baby plotting evil. I am not entirely sure this is not a picture of a juvenile Lex Luthor.

Zombie driving to Seattle

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 13:36:13 GMT

I'm driving across the state to Lynnwood today for a pony meet. Unfortunately I got about two hours of sleep last night . . . I lost track of time editing an image, then started piling up the things I needed to take with me (cell phone, purse, etc) and couldn't find my damn car keys. Stressed out, I reached in the fridge and chugged a Starbucks Frappuccino. A wise move right before bed? Perhaps not. At any rate, I found my keys immediately after drinking it.

I'm really looking forward to the meet, I haven't been to one in years!

Werewolves . . . overanalyzed!

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:56:31 GMT

I was playing Neverwinter Nights last night, a game I've had lying around forever and only just installed. Games last me a LONG time because I play them obsessively for a while, then forget they exist, then have to restart the game because I don't remember what I did up to that point. Heck, I still need to finish Daggerfall.

Anyway, one of the quests involves hunting down these recently infected werewolves and giving them a magical necklace that turns them back to normal, but of course you have to beat them half to death before they'll accept it because they're crazy, aggressive weeeerewolves! Awoooo! I also had to hack through a lot of normal wolves and dire wolves to get to them.

But does that really make sense? Normal wolves don't run up to gnaw on people, they're scared of them. In D&D world, wouldn't wolves be even MORE scared of humans? Instead of "Holy shit, those two-legs can hurt me from afar with their bang-stick" it would be "Holy shit, those two-legs can hurt me from afar with a barrage of fireballs." They should be running away gibbering, not rushing up to attack.

Okay, I'm straying from my original point, which is that werewolves don't act like wolves at all, so where does the wolf part come in, aside from appearance? An aggressive were-animal should be something like a were-polar-bear or a were-grizzly.

How about a werewolf that acts like a wolf? He'd have crippling social anxiety around everyone except his closest friends and relatives (his pack) because ZOMG HUMANS ARE SCARY! Maybe at night he'd run outside and kick the neighbors' garden gnomes over to express his hostility. His friends would get exasperated as he kept peeing on their furniture to mark his territory. And, to his embarrassment, he'd have erectile dysfunction EXCEPT when his girlfriend was ovulating.

Dr. Horrible: The Early Years

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:51:16 GMT

Okay, it's not the same caliber (or budget) as the original, but still it made me laugh.

"I'm just enjoying this library book . . . that I'm planning on NOT RETURNING!"

I've had the actual Dr. Horrible songs stuck in my head ever since I watched it, probably because I watched it . . . easily ten times. I HAVE NO REGRETS! Still, it's odd waking up with "It's a Brand New Day" running through your subconscious before you're fully awake.

Writing frustrations, and a moment of (Dr.) Horribleness

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 01:59:36 GMT

I'm recovering from a couple years of writer's block.

I used to write. I wrote fanfic. A lot of fanfic. Enjoyable, but I wanted to write something original, partly because there's always the possiblity, however remote, that it could be published, but also because it would be something totally, utterly from my imagination. So I thought, "Maybe fanfic is sapping my creative urges. I know! I'll stop writing fanfic and all that pent up energy will be channeled into original writing!"

The result of this brilliant plan? Well, at first I sat and fidgeted in front of the computer, trying to write and failing. Then eventually I just stopped fidgeting or even thinking about writing. Once in a while I'd remember how I used to hammer out stories, how I'd get a sentence stuck in my head that HAD to be written or a story that HAD to be told, and I'd feel lost and unhappy because I wanted that feeling to return SO BADLY. Maybe I never wrote for a living, but I always defined myself as a writer. I had an itch to create and to share--even when I was writing crappy Mary Sue fics that I was too shy to share--and when I lost that, when I discovered I COULD lose that and go on living . . . it hurt.

Well, anyway. I just started working on a fanfic a week or two ago and the experience is odd. On the one hand, I'm really, thoroughly enjoying the creation process. On the other hand, I can tell I'm woefully out of practice. I'm having to think about things that would have just fallen into place before . . . sentence structure, which point of view to cast a scene from, word choice . . . That's frustrating. I hope I find my stride again. My greatest fear is that I'll never regain the ability I had.

Enough hand-wringing, onto topic number two! I found Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog through dextradawn's LJ. If you haven't seen it, I ask you, nay, I BEG YOU to watch it, for it is glorious and hilarious and the tunes are catchy. ("With my freeze ray . . .") I also snagged a Dr. Horrible icon:

Thank you, Dextra!

The last installment of the Singalong Blog is tomorrow. CAN'T WAIT!!!

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:11:12 GMT

Well. This is just random stuff that I think you guys haven't seen before. (At least not on LJ. I know I posted some of this stuff on message boards.)

Lots o' pics, 56k modems bewaaare!

Kiffie, everything about this says "awesome." *hugs Elongated Poner*

I got drag queen Tornado off eBay. That's right, not even a regular Big Brother pony, but one of the hard to find Mountain Boys. Tornado, that lipstick is . . . pretty! Um. Yes.

I tried everything to remove or fade the lipstick, to no avail. Tornado is adamant; he wants his lipstick, damn it!!!

One of these days I'm going to reroot him with rainbow pride hair since he's had a buzzcut.

If you have a good memory, you may recall a couple years back when I was asking for opinions on different color gems for eyes in custom ponies. Well, I did actually complete a set of six G3 Twinkle-Eyes! Here they are:

Kindle, the pony who encourages you to play with matches.

Preen, the peacock pony (who is a boy, of course, since male peafowl are the ones with the pretty feathers. WHAT? WHAT IS THAT LOOK, IT'S TRUE!)

Dragonfly, the first TE experiment and therefore the one with the worst eyes. (You can't tell from the pic, but there's green Kneadite leaking in around the jewel.

Cataract, her name is something of a pun as it refers both to an eye disease and a waterfall. I have friends who complain that Twinkle-Eye ponies look like they have cataracts . . . Thus Cataract. When I wrote the little backcard story for her, I decided to make her blind, too. Poor pony.

Carnival, with New Orleans colors, of course!

Beacon. The neck opening of the pegasus mold was so small that I had to carve it out with my Xacto knife . . . and I STILL lost multiple gem "eyes", which are now stuck to the inside of her head in random places. But I forgive her because she's a black pony and black ponies rock.

The whole gang!

I really want to do a second set. Twinkle-Eyes rock (and I could get rid of some G3s I don't want anymore.)

Is can be tired?

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 06:55:24 GMT

I went to a block party and I'm exhausted! There's this family that's put on a huge party and clam-bake for the past twenty or so years . . . I went and hung around with people, played basketball in the street, played the most informal game of softball ever in the park, and once again attempted to like beer. FAIL on that last point, but oh well, they also had five kinds of pop.

It wasn't a "get smashed" party anyway, there were tons of little kids running around nearly getting trampled. I talked with a guy from LA (nephew of the guy throwing the party) who worked in video games (testing) and is writing a fantasy book. Now I regret not asking for his e-mail addy because, hey, fellow would-be fantasy author, but he disappeared from sight an hour or so before I left, so finally I just shrugged, gathered up my nephew (I'd offered to drive him home since he wanted to stay longer than his mom), and headed out.

I'm exhausted, must have been all the sports. (BTW, basketball? I suck at it. So much.) Also feeling slightly buzzed, which is bizarre because I had maybe, [i]maybe[/i] an eighth of a cup of beer before concluding, yes, it's just as rancid tasting as I remembered, and "accidentally" knocking over the cup. Plus, I drank it, like, five hours, so . . . ???

. . . STILL ALIVE!

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:24:49 GMT

Man, I am awful about updating this poor journal.

Okay, general updates:

I drove back from New Mexico in two days. Not bad, not baaaad. ^_^ Of course, I was chugging caffeinated drinks the whole way.

Sadly I did NOT get the coveted Alaska job I mentioned before, which would have been doing vegetation surveys. Too bad because I could've stayed with my aunt who lives in Anchorage and it would have worked out PERFECTLY. Argh. I also got narrowly turned down for a greater sage grouse job in Idaho. C'est la vie!

Right now I'm unemployed and have just enough to make it through the summer. I just sold a bunch of Nirvana ponies (you know, the rare variant ponies from Argentina and places), which definitely helped. Also, I applied for a job in Montana that's basically a volunteer position (seriously, only $300 a month! though they do provide housing) but would be worth it because a) I'd learn a lot about trapping lizards and mammals and such and b) I'd be getting in with the Montana department of Fish, Wildlife & Parks, and getting in with the government is always a good thing.

So that's the job front. On the school front, well . . . I'm really confused about what to do with the upcoming school year to make transfering to a 4-year school as easy as possible. More about that in a different post, there's too much to get into here!

On the pony front, I just started writing again (as in, yesterday) and am happy with the story so far. I also want to start on my JLA fic again, Watching the Watchers, as it just got it's 40th review on FF.net and I feel kind of guilty about abandoning it. (For you Boostle people: Read it, it has Ted! Lots of Ted! And it will have Booster in it eventually!)

Okay, that's it for now! Um . . . still alive! Woo! *pumps fist in air*

Cats in Technicolor!

Tue, 13 May 2008 17:34:37 GMT

So my brother's taking care of my cats and he made these You-Tubes for me . . . MY BROTHER ROCKS.

There's a second You-Tube video, but I'm not sure what happens when you put two You-Tubes in the same post. MAYBE IT EXPLODES. D: So I will hold off on the second one for now.

I'm alive, I'm aliiiiive!

Tue, 13 May 2008 15:44:23 GMT

The subject works better if you sing it like that one part in the Last Unicorn theme song.

Anyway, I AM alive and I am in New Mexico and I am working with prairie chickens. :D

The job only runs until May 31st sooo I'm now looking for another job. I've got a phone interview in about two hours for a job in . . . ALASKA!

No, it is not on one of the stinky fish boats. ^_~

I'm hoping it goes well, we'll see!

More updates later! Muchly!

Off, off, and awaaaay!

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:45:02 GMT

Today I start driving to New Mexico . . . 1600 miles. :O Wish me luck!

The five dollar bill: now with added hideousity!

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 09:38:40 GMT

The bloated, off-center heads and the army of tiny, jaundiced numbers on the newer bills was bad enough, but this, this is a thousand times worse:

What is with the HUGE. PURPLE. NUMERAL?

The USA: protecting our currency by making counterfiters too embarrassed to copy it.