Vanilla

Lately I've heard people say things like "Their favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla..." when trying to accent someone's blandness.
To that, I say... BULLSHIT.
Who decided that liking Vanilla automatically makes you bland? I say, judge people not by their favorite ice cream flavor, but how their display their favoritism!
Let's take a look at what these vanilla-loving people will look like in 80+ years, shall we?

Commando Nuns

I walked out of the bathroom last Monday with something important weighing on my mind. I made my way through the tiny hall and stuck my head around the corner. Mom was sitting at the living room table, cutting out small paper circles for her kindergarten class on Tuesday.
“Hey! Hey Mom! If you had a cowl like Emperor Palpatine’s, would you go commando?”
There was a pause only interrupted by faint snipping noises.
“What’s a cowl?”
I thought for a moment. “It’s like a monk’s robe-thingy. Like Palpatine wears.”
“Um,” She said, pausing to think. “Yes.”
I was relieved. “Awesome! So would I. I’d be all like-” Here I swaggered around, giving off the “Haha, I have more room down here then you do!” air.
“In fact, I bet the nuns do that too.” She continued, stopping me in my mock-pompous tracks.
“WHAT.”
“Yeah! Wouldn't you?” She said, going back to her project.
I let out a strangled cry and dove for my computer. “INTERNET. NOW.”
...And so you have this.

PS!! If anyone reading this is a nun, my Mom wants to know if you really DO go commando. And if so, when? Even during your nun-fu classes? Every day except Sunday? Only Sunday? Weekdays? Week starts? Only the prime-numbered days?
We mean no offence. We just want to know. =)

ANGST FICS O_____O

Well, there goes all MY self-dignity. Seriously, why do I read this stuff if I KNOW it's going to reduce me to a blubbering mess???
Sherlock fic- Alone On the Water
Damn you, angst-fics... T_T

Eighth Doctor Adventures?!?!!??!

FRAKKING HELL ON A STICK. ('Scuse my Klingon...)
Wikipedia: Eighth Doctor Adventures
TvTropes: Eighth Doctor Adventures
MUST... READ.... THERE ARE 73 OF THEM... GAAAH!!!

...Do I have enough time? Do I have enough money?? Does the library have it??? IS IT ANY GOOD???!!?
<pathetic sob/>

An Important Message Brought To You By....

THESE GUYS!! It's about damn time they came back, right? I honestly haven't really thought of them after I put out the first strip. =/

Please open the image in a new tab. It looks awful when it's small. =)

PS!! Sorry about the random boobage. It kinda had to happen. ...That didn't make me feel any more comfortable drawing it, though. XD

Cuddly Zombie

My little sister has a blog!! w00T!!
Cuddly Zombie
It is awesome.

PS!! I have decided to change my background. The daisies proved to be too girly. X|

Larry the Moose

There are some things that the internet has become infatuated with.

Cats. Bacon. Unicorns. Cows.

You know! Weird things that, while being pretty random, evoke a strange feeling within us. A bizarre, awry, and utterly whimsical feeling. ...Or maybe that's just me.

Either way, it gave me an awesome idea for a secondary mascot for this blog (third if you count the gnomes).

<drumroll/>....A MOOSE!<cymbals/>

Yes, you heard me. A moose.

This idea came to me while I was thinking about cows.

Cows are awesome. They just are. They are huge. They could mutilate people if they wanted to, and yet they stand around chewing cud and looking around like they're one of the coolest beasts on the planet. And they are. Why? Because they are nonchalant. They're just chill most of the time! Content to eat grass and look bored.

AWESOME.

But you know what other animal is awesome? THE MOOSE.

They're huge, they have insane antlers, and they could easily kill you and your family without too much hassle... But they don't. Like the cow, they have found their Zen Space. They mostly just stand around and look awesome.

So yeah. MOOSE.

I think he'll be named Larry. You know, 'cause I was gonna name Emperor Norton I that? ...And because Larry is an awesome name.

Yes. Yes it is.

....MOOSE!!

New Look! (Same Great Place)

As returning/frequent visitors will have noticed, I've changed up the template a bit! Don't worry, everything's pretty much in the same place. The only thing that was really changed was the FAQ. I was annoyed that David Tennant's picture was small, out of focus, and he wasn't wearing his coat. ...So I fixed it. Sorry if I overdid it. My hormones kinda took over.
I'm also thinking of adding a gallery... Just for fun, really. =)

PS!! I've been worrying about the daisy background ever since it was up. I don't think it looks girly, but I'm still pretty worried. So I'm just gonna ask.
DOES THIS BACKGROUND MAKE MY BLOG LOOK FEMININE??
...I'm serious. I'm asking because I want to know, not because I want to be reassured or some crap. GO ON. If it looks girly, then TELL ME. If not, I'll keep it. I'M TRUSTING YOU. O_O

Compromise

Work records were a mess today. I was scrambling back and forth remembering what I did, retrieving sheets covered with math, and furiously trying to get the dates straight. This was all done with the aid of an iPhone to connect my two very tense parents.

I finally got everything straight and Mom came by to pick up the records on her way to take Alena to school. Then, before she left, she noticed something.

"Rahel." She said, stopping in the doorway and looking the sheet over. "You didn't write the right date."

I froze. "What?" I said stiffly, willing the panic to not creep into my voice. It came anyway.

"Yeah," She continued. "You put down Thursday. 1/3/13 to 1/4/13. This is for two days."

"Yes," I said, more harshly then I had intended. "It's for two day's work. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" The panic was definitely seeping in now. I had filled out 2 other sheets, each for a week of work, before she called up and said that she needed one that detailed only what I had done at my Dad's. I prayed that she didn't say that she needed the whole week but with different dates. Alena was probably already running late.

"No." She said. My heart took a plummet.

"I need this to be Monday through Friday." She continued.

I pushed myself up and moved over to survey the damage. "You want the whole week?" I asked fearfully. "Well, maybe we can use the one I already filled out??" I thought.

"No." She said. "I need what you did at your Dad's house this week."

It was then that I broke down. I didn't even have a good reason for it. I was just confused. Mom hugged me and I sternly told my body to stand up straight and stop being ridiculous. I only got a little "I can't." from it. Ordinarily, I'd just let my body do it's thing and sob out it's stress levels for a couple minuets. This was not an option, however. There were people right there and the work records had to be finished.

"Aww." I heard Dad say behind me. "Come here."

That snapped me out of it a bit. I straightened up and wiped my eyes a bit.

"No." I managed to say clearly.

"No?" He asked, slightly bemused.

"No, I don't like hugs." I said.

"Oh. Okay." He said in an amused sort of voice.

"Inner Spock." I thought. I regained control and was able to find out why the work record needed to be fixed. It turns out that it needs to be marked Monday to Friday, even if it's only for Thursday and Friday's work. Huzzah.

Anyway, I soon regained full composure and drank some coffee. Thank the goddess for Leonard Nimoy and Star Trek fanfiction. I warned my body and emotions against being irrational. Then I stopped. "Irrational?" I thought.
Huh.
What was the difference between rationality and logic??
I have decided that rationality is the act of applying logic and that logic itself is a system of thought. So really, we shouldn't say "Be logical" because that would imply that we are creatures capable of being entirely based upon logic. The command "Be rational," on the other hand, is quite different. It implies that we are creatures who are able to adhere to logic. This is a better statement for a being that is so versatile. It speaks of choice and willpower. Our ability to adapt.
It speaks of compromise.

Hypotheses

I just realized that the future is entirely hypothetical.

....Brrr.