I found Think Geek...

Here's some awesome stuff I found on their site.

SAMURAI UMBRELLA!!

Samurai stuff not for you? Maybe you lean to the medieval side? That's cool too.

And last but not least for the umbrellas..... I give you...... BLADERUNNER!!! =D

And now.... My all-time favorite.
THE Starfleet Academy Titanium Fork.

FEEL THE GEEKYNESS.

Dirty jokes Part 2

[WARNING!!! TOILET HUMOR!!!]

Oooookay. Here goes.
What does a roll of toilet paper and the USS Enterprise have in common?
They both fly to Uranus to wipe out the Klingons.


.................... I blame my Grandfather.

Dirty jokes Part 1

[WARNING!!! SLASHY-JOKES!!!]
(for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term 'slash,' please go here. Wikipedia is teh shizz. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slash_fiction)

I was in school today. We had 7 people in a 'Gameboard Making' class. (Our classes aren't really very academic. We learn the more practical stuff at home.) As an intro, our teacher opened up 'Settlers of Catan' and we spread out the stuff. We couldn't figure out how to play, and we ran out of time, so we just played around with the pieces in the last moment of class. Everyone started building little towns with their pieces, and one kid said "Wow look! We're multiplying really fast." There was a slight pause. One of the guys got this funny smirk. Now, this guy is pretty quiet, really big, and fairly soft spoken. (He's also 'straight') He seems like a quiet guy, but every so often, one gets a glimpse into his mind....
He suddenly spoke into the pause and said "Man, look at how fast these two guys are multiplying."
It was the way he said it. Pure wonder and amusement, with a subtle mix of perversion under the guise of innocence. Somehow, it was pure gold.
We all stared at each other for a moment, then grieved in our own way. The speaker looked down in horror. His buddy stared at him in absolute fright. Cooper, my best friend, looked completely taken aback. All the others had similar reactions, except for me and another girl. (a sweet, innocent, little Christian girl. The LAST person I expected to get the joke.) We laughed. Hard. Until we cried. She actually fell off her chair. After class, all we had to do was look at each other, and we would bust out laughing.
.......

I think I've made a new friend.

Drawings!!

I've started drawing Manga (with my cartooning teacher's great advice and my friend's heartening encouragement and astoundingly large manga collection) over the past year, and I am really pleased with how far I've gone. Pleased enough to show the world!!
Here are some of them. =)

These are some characters I'm designing for a Gypsy, Post-Apocolypse Sword-and-Sorcery manga I'm working on.


Here's their progress over several months.

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Anyhoo, thanks for checking out my drawings!! I hope to keep advancing, and to publish my work on the net.

Qapla'!

=^^=

Is zero a whole number?

Not just a facepalm, but a PICARD facepalm. IN ASCII ART.
I'm sure that hurt.

Do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?

I have come to a very painful crossroads in my life. I was browsing for clips of Star Trek (original series) on youtube when I came across a video with Data and Spock having a conversation about being human. I fell in love. I watched more clips, falling head over heels for The Next Generation with each click. How could this be happening? My heart belonged to the oldies! I loved the cheesy affects, the silly hairdoos, the bad acting. The paper mache! And yet I was enamored with the effects, the acting, the characters!! Even Spock, dear Spock whom I have followed doggedly, hanging on to every word every stoic look, for seasons! Even he paled (if that was possible) when compared to Data's purity and freedom of mind!

I'm not even going to get into Kirk vs. Picard, a frightening concept for Geeks and Nerds everywhere.

Maybe I could watch them both. Maybe it doesn't matter. They can both have my love, can't they? Although what if my love strayed from the original to TNG? I can't leave it in the dust, after all we've been through together.

Where has my love gone? I feel like a traitor. A backstabber. How could my heart change so quickly? It is madness but then, when has love ever been sane?

Am I willing to betray my Geek heritage and wade into unknown waters, leaving behind the Star Trek I loved in favor of this new copy? You don't even know exactly who will die on a planet's surface based solely on the color of their shirt! Do I want a love like that?

I'm not quite sure.

11/11/11

Happy Nigel Tefnel Day! =D
May you all go to eleven.

My Maladaptive Daydreaming takes on another level

I just found that I can continue dreams in my waking life!! You know when you have a REALLY cool dream, but you're woken up before you can finish it? Yep. Annoying. When this happens to me, I usually wake up and move on, but in this dream, I was protecting the innocent.
I have watched a couple episodes of an old show, and in it, the older brother is always a pig to the younger one. He hits him, ridicules him, gets him into trouble and doesn't get him back out.
So in the dream, he and his father were just sitting around. The kid (aged 15 ish) proclaimed that he had never been in a fight, whereupon I jumped up and pointed out his bruised face. I tried to explain to the father that he always beat up on his little brother, but he refused to listen. I was about to defend my statement when I woke up. I was really miffed. I wanted to expose that jerk's brotherly incompetance once and for all! So, as I had breakfast, I continued the dream. I just let it come. It was so cool. In the waking dream, I rose and told the father that if he let his son get into brawls around the neighborhood, I would be happy to be part of one. The kid acted edgy and said that he wouldn't hit a girl, so I taunted and insulted him until he got up and took a swing at me. I wasn't fast enough, so I took it, but he was slow and punched horribly, so it didn't really hurt. I deflected the next one, moved forward, grabbed his wrist and the back of his neck, and took him into a pin. I got his arm behind him and twisted a little until he flailed, then I let him go. "And that's why you don't mess with you're little brother!" I said, and walked away. The father looked down and asked his son if he learned an important lesson. From his position in the dust, the kid said "don't mess with girls."
I suppose he was right, but he should really think harder about his answer. And I'll be right there to help out.

Soooo, what came about in daydreaming about teaching some punk a lesson by taking him down? I now know that I can finish dreams even when I'm not asleep. I didn't have to direct anything, and it felt just like a real dream! I just sat back and enjoyed the show.

It's fun being a Maladaptive Daydreamer. =)

I know that you're watching me......

You. Yeah, you. The guy with Google Crome on the Mackintosh from the US. I know you just looked at this blog a few minuets ago. Thank you. =^^=

Presidential Election 2012 Part 2

Aaaaand we also have this guy.
"The Dove World Quran-burning controversy arose in July 2010, when Terry Jones, the pastor of the Christian Dove World Outreach Center in Gainesville, Florida, U.S., declared he would burn 200 Qurans on the 2010 anniversary of the September 11 attacks. Media coverage resulted in international outrage and pleas from world leaders to cancel the event. In early September 2010, Jones cancelled and pledged never to burn a Quran. Jones's original 2010 threat sparked protests in the Middle East and Asia, in which a total of 20 people were killed."
Man, the naked cowboy is looking better and better in this election!

How would Mr. Jones like it if someone went and publicly declared that they were going to burn the Holy Bible in response to the crusades? What's that, Terry Jones? You weren't part of the crusade? Well too bad.

Besides, I don't care about the religious beliefs of terrorists!! Their laws and politics? Maybe. But I really don't think that publicly insulting a whole group of people based solely on their religious beliefs is productive or healthy.

Presidential Election 2012 Part 1

Our country just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Ladies, Gents, and any other equally amazing  human beings, (or non-humans, I'm cool with that too. =^.~) I give you:
A 2012 presidential candidate. Yes, take a good look. He is a naked cowboy.
Here's his Wikipedia page. XD
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naked_Cowboy

Not that I have a problem with naked cowboys...... It's just that I'm not completely sure that most of America would like to be represented by this dude. (Which is kind of silly, as one should represent oneself.)
Besides, I'm kinda reminded of Zaphod Beeblebrox! =^.~

My life is forever changed

DUDE. I witnessed something great the other day.
I. SAW. SOMEONE CHANGING THE LETTERS ON THE SIGN-THINGY AT THE LOCAL THEATER. Q_Q  <--*googly eyes*
He was on a step ladder slipping in the little plastic letters. He looked perfectly normal, except maybe that he was young and happy. XD (He had a bright, happy smile on his face that greatly contrasted with the weather. How often do you see THAT? XD)
I had always assumed that imps had taken care of it. You know! From Discworld? .....No? durn. --_--
Heck, even JASON hasn't seen a human take care of it!! Even he, the all-wise Jason Janiki, assumed that Ninja Gnomes take care of it.
Anyhoo, if you happen to see bright, happy, young people on ladders on a sidewalk, please shake their hand and thank them for pitching in and letting our imps/gnomes/ninjas have a well-deserved break. They earned it. =D

My Mom has a blog now!! =D
I just read her latest post and. although I've heard this story about a million times, I laughed my ass off. It. IS. SO. GOOD. XDD

Here. x)
http://eclecticirony.blogspot.com/2011/11/anyone-out-there-have-crazy-grandma.html

Awesome news!

People at school notice when I'm gone!! =D
This is a huge achievement for me. I grew up with my little sister and my Mom's adult friends to hang around. Now I have 2 friends, AND people are nice to me! They even seem to like me around. =^^=

DaCoopsta

My friend, Cooper, will now be making regular (ish) appearances on my blog. =D
He is quite happy that I featured him in 2 of my blog posts so far, and has granted me permission to use his first name. =)
HUZZAH! =^^=

Anyhoo, look for Coop in later posts! =}
Qapla'!

PS!! Here's his blog! =D
http://rumphy.wordpress.com/

I.... Am..... Pocket goddess.

I just got Pocket God on my Dad's iPad..... I love it. Now I can finally let Nimain the Hellhound Goddess (my evil altar ego) have the fun she deserves....... Bwehehehehehehehhh...... }=}

Ahem. Moving on! ^_^;
The thing that I like most about it is that you can be whatever kind of God/Goddess you want! You can show them mercy and kindness, or you can show them SHARKS WITH FREEKIN LAZERS STRAPPED TO THEIR HEADS!!! =D No. Seriously. You can. =]

Sooooo, The app is $0.99 in the Apple app store. If you like smacking around small islanders, cackling evilly, and destroying things, this is the app for you. =D
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/pocket-god/id301387274?mt=8&ign-mpt=uo%3D2

Freezing in Fresno

My friend went to Fresno last year. (or earlier this year) We emailed each other while he was away, and a wrote him a story. =)

 

Cooper: "Today, on the other hand, I froze stocking freezer shelves. 0 degrees inside the freezer, 115 outside the store. My body was very confused"
Me: "XD Okay. That's funny. You were lucky your body didn't decide to paralyze itself so that it could stay in the freezer.......

Heheheh.
Cooper  was stocking the shelves in a Fresno super market. He walked back and forth, from the hot store to the freezer, all day. It was hot as 5 hells. Then it wasn't. It was more like Hoth. Wait no! 5 hells. Hoth. 5 hells. Hoth. hell. hoth. hell. hoth. hell, hoth, hell, hoth-
Suddenly a voice screamed out in the store. "Cooper! Make. Up. Your. Mind."
Cooper paid it no notice. It was arguable if he heard it at all. He continued going back and forth. Hell. hoth. hell. hoth. hot. cold. hot. cold. hot-
The voice spoke again, this time laden with reproach. "Cooper, I'm not kidding. Stop moving. Now. Make up your mind. Hot or cold?"
Cooper continued to not respond. hot-cold-hot-cold-hot-cold-
The voice cut into Cooper's mind. "Okay. That's it. This is your last chance."
Cooper paused and cocked his ear for a moment, then attributed the sound to the vent blowing in the background. He kept stocking shelves. hot,cold,hot,cold,hot,cold-
The voice spoke again, with laden with cynicism. "Okay, I warned ya...." hotcoldhotcoldhotco-
Suddenly Cooper found that he couldn't move his arms. They just didn't want to move. They felt heavy........ Wait. No, he didn't really feel his arms. He had but a split second to mull over this before his fingers failed. The can he was holding crashed to the floor, spewing baked beans all over the freezer's floor. Cooper hardly noticed because he was trying to stop his fall as well as he could. It was only a few feet, but his legs and arms refused to cooperate.  He crashed to the floor, glasses slightly askew.
"See? Toldja." Said the voice, smugly.
He attempted to squirm around to find the voice, but found it impossible. He stopped trying and instead attempted to ignore the baked beans that were freezing to his glasses.
The voice harrumphed dryly. "If you had listened to me the first time and stayed in one place instead of dashing around like some kind of lunatic, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. Do you know just how hard it is just to maintain someone's core temperature without being in a freezer? In Fresno??"
Cooper considered this. He found that didn't know. It must be very hard though. Suddenly, he wondered what he was doing in Fresno. It was hot. He lay face-down on the floor and felt a faint spark of hope. At least he would be go home tomorrow. In the meantime, well- ........At least it was cold."