Because These Are FUNNY!

HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it. And this one:



Snigger snigger. I am amused.



I just noticed this--- click on the pics to full-view. Especially our walrus friend. He is lonely without his bucket.



Ok, I am done. I have done my community service. Yay!

Because These Are FUNNY!

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HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it.

I Really Should Be in Bed But...

Clickeh!

My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...

Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Omfg, this will never work.

Take a look at that link. A good, long look.

Now tell me: who would you say buys the most clothing-small children, teenagers, or adults?

Teenagers, of course. Now tell me, what sane teen would EVER buy ANYTHING like that? (Note, I said sane teens, not high-and-all-mighty-servants-of-the-lord teens, because I've seen those ones and they scare me.)

Whoever made these products is clearly an idiot. The largest clientel (I dunno how that's spelled), teenagers, wouldn't go within two miles of those. Those suits look unattractive and uncomfortable. They are ugly. They are hideous.

And they're the one thing I don't think of when I think 'swimming'--formal. They're the church outfits of the ocean, the Quaker costumes of the pool. Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things.

And, unfortunately for the kids who were forced to model, they scream, "EVANGELICAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED"

Not the message you want to give for that end-of-year pool party with all of the bullies there, is it? Think, asking for it? Bringing it on? Entry #1 in 'How To Get Teased For the Rest of Your Natural Life'?

Bleargh. Hate those suits. Hatehatehatehatehate.

In other news:

Generally I got a good reaction about the clothing switch. Those who told me it looked horrible never liked me in the first place, so that doesn't count.

Chelsea started loaning me Shojo manga, or girl comics. I didn't think I'd like them, but they are addicting-- my personal favorites are Punch! and Vampire Knight. Yumm. Hot guys. And I don't even like guys- they leave a lot to be desired. I'm fine with how some (SOME!!) of them look, but ye gods tact and manners are not in their vocabulary.

If insulting me is a male's way of saying 'I'm interested in you', males need some new tactics. NOW. As in, overnight change kind of right now. Strangle them all!

ANYWAY-

I love the style of the Shojo artists. They use more chibi's and 'super expressions' than Shonen artists, manga artists aimed at male audiences. The plot lines, to me, seem to vary more also. There aren't any repetitive 'I'm going to hurt you bad!' fightfightfightfightfight 'Damn, that was hard! Now to go rescue that girl wearing the short skirt that tripped over the carpet in ch.3!' fall in love, kiss scene, luurrvve scene in R rated comics. Females are usually limited to 'Watch out ____!' roles, and aren't very intelligent. All girls have big boobs and tiny waists. All people are 1-30 years old.

Now, obviously Shojo artists have repetitions too. There seems to be one 'attractive male' look, and most artists just borrow from this style, with only hair and clothing details separating male characters. Females seem to have a bit more flexible design, usually with HUGE eyes and a lot shorter than the corresponding hero/date/lover. Also, for some reson all guys have big hands with long fingers. Strange.

The panel construction trophy, however, goes directly to Shojo. The setups are more dramatic, and the camera angles more varied. Diagonal panels are actually used. It is unusual to see an overcrowded panel as there is no extra 'EEEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!' speeches to clutter things up. The suspense is actually suspenseful, no 'But how?!?!?!?!' here.

In conclusion, we likey! I am really happy with my makeover and am reading some really interesting stuff.

That's all, folks!

Gift Baskets

I am usually see myself as a prep. No spiked hair, no spikes in general, neutral color schemes. Most of my friends are preps like I am, but there is one exception. A girl named Chelsey.

She's the sweetest person I know, and also the only Goth. Square-cut bangs, red and black plaid, ripped homemade shirts, the whole thing. She came into school yesterday with these all-rubber, four-inch black platform shoes that went up to her knees. They had spikes.

But she's so sweet. She sent me an e-mail about custom gift baskets, you listed what your custom basket would look like.

My basket:
-recommended stores list- I need more rocker clothes
-recommended songs list- alternative and j-pop, oddly enough
-recommended restaurant list- I love most kinds of food
-neat names list- I'm running out of ideas for my characters
-seasons 1-2 of InuYasha
-season 2 of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
-volume 19-25 of InuYasha
-volume 2-7 of Black Cat
-volume 2-8 of Buddha
-makeup kit (experimenting)
-CHOCOLATE
-ice cream
-$50 iTunes gift card- mine ran out a while ago
-2 all-day spa passes for me and Mom
-a steel pole about four feet long, my drawings of hands are getting steadily worse, I need a prop
-a book on shading
-another nib pen, I lost mine
-whatever else you can think of, I like gifts :3 *end*

She sent back: "oooo! I want to do this basket for you! When's your bithday! Oh and I didn't know you wanted to go rocker! I can give you a bunch of stuff! Oh and I'll give you some stores and music lists right now!"

She did send me stores and songs right away. And we're going shopping for more stuff tomorrow.

I went to Hot Topic yesterday and got half-gloves, two shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants. That's it. And all of a sudden I'm going shopping with the resident goth.

I'm REALLY excited! I guess I should be a bit worried, but Mom'll be there and stop me from doing anything stupid. I just need to get my half-gloves fixed, I pulled the wrong thread and now one has a large hole in it. Darn my thread fetish! Darn you!

The Crystal Drummer

First of all, click on the damn thing, the previews of these things keep getting worse. ANYWAY....

I just made a new Neopet, a Blue Bori. This is her design. If you haven't heard the song 'All Around the World' by ATC (A Touch of Class), listen to it. You know that bell-like sound that plays in the background throughout nearly the entire song? That's Damane's job.

Damane Konata is one of only a few people actively practicing the art of Crystal Drumming, the art hitting pure crystal stalagmites and stalactites in the correct magical pulse to get the 'correct pitch', or the note that formation is supposed to play. This is very difficult, there are thousands of notes and twice that number of pulses. There are certain steps-literally steps- that the Drummer can take to help find the pulse, a while ago they were made mandatory by the Magical Council in the Drumming business (part of the official standards, don't cha know). To help find these steps, every cave that has more than two mature crystal formations had the correct steps for that cave-they are all different- written on the cavern floor. When a Drummer enters the cave these steps light up in a bright color to show where she or he needs to step next.

If a Drummer plays a formation correctly, she or he can call up spirits, heal mortal wounds, raise the dead, or become cursed. Therefore choosing to play a cavern can have huge effects on the player. And once you start a session, you must finish it, or you are doomed to repeat it 200 times before you are allowed to leave. It is hard to determine what outcome a Drumming will have, most Drummers have been cursed repeatedly. A special channeling set (the rods in her hands) can help deflect the worst of these negative spells, since they are so expensive and difficult to make most sets are passed down through generations of Drummers. Wearing silver or pure iron sometimes helps, jewelery of these metals are often worn. Since a Drummer can be of any species, and most all formations now found are in the polar regions of Neopia, spells for warmth are also often seen.

Drummers are classified by where they usually work. The brighter the color, the closer to other people, and the more secretive the Drummer must be. Warm colors (Red, Orange, Yellow, Magenta, Brown, Royal Red) are for people in the northern hemisphere, cool colors (green, blue, purple, Royal Purple, Pine Green, Deep Sea Blue) are for southern hemispheres. Damane is Class-Magenta, she is near other people and in the northern polar circle. There is a huge labyrinth of crystal caverns on Terror Mountain, she works there exclusively. Her area is famous for having horrible curses but amazing rewards, many have prospered and perished there.

Damane realized she was a Drummer when she turned eight, she didn't know the name of it until she turned twelve. When she was sixteen she left for Terror Mountain to see if she could rise to become a Drummer, she was lucky enough to meet only good spells in the next year. At eighteen she was officially assigned the area, she has been dancing to the crystal's tune ever since then. She has a large session about once every ten days, other than that she is pretty much free to go where she pleases. Her favorite haunt is the Happy Valley Petpet Store, she volunteers on Thursdays.

Damane is very social and talkative, but completely confused when it comes to veiled anything. Subtle flirting and small threats go right over her head, making her a frustrating person to talk to sometimes. Other than that, she is a healthy (except for that one curse, she doesn't talk about it much) happy normal person.

Wow, long post. BTW: Time: 8 1/2-10 hours- Media: Three minute sketch on a post-it note, the rest of it done with Photoshop Elements and a Wacom Tablet- Layers- Nine, 1 less than usual- Size- Good Gods this is huge- 378kb.

Neopets!

Whoo hoo!! I love my Neopets fazes!!! I go on every day for about a year, then I stop for no particular reason. This seems to be my year.

I think this one is going to last longer though. I've just started RPing, which is the most fun thing in the universe. RP stands for Role Play. To completely understand it, you must understand Neopets' artist community.

Neopets' artist community goes largely unnoticed by the general public. This is the group of people who have collage degrees in art, yet instead of selling their pictures (which have been known to go for $200 dollars) they post them on their pets' free web-pages.

My idol, Mindsend, is one of the heads of a sub-group of the artist community. She is good friends with fatal_mantis2 and griffenrose, two other main artists. Unofficially, they are Mindsend, the Anthro Realist, Fatal Mantis, the Dragon Realist, and Rose, the Cartoon Anthro. If you do not know who these people are, click this link, go to the bottom of the page where it says 'Search', and type in mindsend, fatal_mantis2, or griffenrose. Then look at their pet pages. Go. Do this now.

Do you see what I mean? These people are phenomenal. There are other noteworthy groups of course, there are just different styles to choose from.

And there isn't just art, there's there story telling. Neopets provides you a basic world (go to Neopets, go to the top bar and click the 'Explore' button and select 'World Map' from the drop down menu) to choose where to place your character. Mindsend takes the world and tweaks it, making pocket dimensions that can be opened all over the surface. Fatal Mantis completely ignores the original world, not even really incorporating place into her stories, focusing on time more than anything. Rose follows the world to the dot, giving it new life and meaning.

And the favorite way to story tell in Neopia is through RP. One person starts with a few paragraphs, introducing their character and the setting that was chosen beforehand. Then the next person goes, calling in their pet to the story. The first person goes again, usually with noticing #2's pet and implying a topic of conversation. Then it goes on, back and forth, for however long you want it to go. Here's an example of one I started with a user named appyrodeo. I went first, look for double hyphens, they mark where appy started and ended. Marak is the Peophin savior of the boats, very highly regarded in Neopia. Jhundia is the Island Faerie on a Hawaiian-like island. :

Genre sighed, just wanting to get away. This meeting was dull AND pointless. All The Grand Idiot Marak could ever do was preen, and since Jerdana was gone, the only sensible one that you didn't need to wait four months to see, Genre was stuck with the stuck up prig. She would MUCH rather be negotiating with Jhuidah about the fishing boats that were decimating the wild Peophin populations. What Genre really hated was that Marak insisted on hitting on her. Apparently her coloring was in style. White hair on deep blue skin with glowing patterns on her stomach, back, arms, legs, and tail. It was handy for attracting meals, but got garish on land.

"So I just decided, well then, this can't go on, and I pounded their tails to pieces before they could hurt the boats!" Marak exclaimed. Genre had had enough. Time to make a run for it. Calling up the only true power she had, she made a quick soul transfer with the Buzzer that had been hovering near Marak's right ear throughout the conversation.

Poor Marak. Giggled Genre twenty minutes later. After the switch, in the Buzzer's body, Marak had gotten the well deserved sting on the ear. While he was moaning in pain, Genre had switched back into her own body and ran as fast as she could to the ocean. She was there now, in the middle of nowhere, swimming to Maraqua.

Whack.

What did I hit? thought Genre.

(appy's post)--Neverwood looked aimlessly past his tribe's council. Although he had never wanted to be apart of it, he had somehow been chosen to take the place of a deceased member. He had often thought and spoke about leaving the village lands and exploring the seas, but every village member frowned upon his ideas. He was a popular peophin among the others, his coloring was much more intense than anyone elses. He mainly longed to leave because this was not his real village, in a way he was adopted.

"We need to rid our clan of him!" one member of the council spoke. Neverwood's ears fell to his head, he looked to the others. "You know I CAN hear everything you’re saying..."

The members looked at him, all sneering in a way. They continued on. "We've put our families in danger for too long. He must go!" One peophin spoke out above the others. "He has done nothing to bring our village to ruins. He is like every other peophin." This peophin was Neverwood's adopted father. Neverwood gave an awkward smile. Neverwood gave an awkward smile. "Why do you say I will do bad things?" he asked childishly. An old peophin, his age adding the look of craziness, eyed Neverwood. "Don't act like you don't know about the prophecy." Neverwood looked the peophin over. "No." he simply replied.

The old peophin shook his head in disgust. "It is said a peophin of YOUR nature is to lead a revolution against the seas." Neverwood shook his head in denial.

"No!" he said, tears filling his delicate eyes. He was growing upset at the fact that all peophins had turned against him. He slowly retreated from the council. He then turned quickly and swam from the group. The seas were dark, the moon barely shining through the waves. Neverwood swam, his eyes closed. He didn't care where he went.--

(now me again)

Ow. That hurt. What DID I hit?

Genre was completely confused. She had hit it so hard that she didn't remember seeing what had whacked her. She knew it was fast and that it was hard, but that was about it.

Swosh swish. Swosh swish. Whatever it was, it was leaving. Curiosity got the better of her. Hoping the Whatever It Was was friendlier than the Giant Slugawoo of Which No One Liked, she turned.

--Neverwood flinched. He hit something, but no matter. He was swimming and didn't care. He wanted to go to his sanctuary.--

End Rp. This is really addicting. I haven't finished any RPs yet, they can go on for literally years. That was my first ever RP.

By far, the best part about RPs is making the other person laugh, or just getting your pets in trouble. Here's an example of the first with a different RP (Same rules as above):

"Yeah. Try imagining reversing the spell to turn an enemy into stone. All spells are- in theory- customizable, and this one had a spot where you put your enemy's name. To fill in that little spot I put the spell-word for 'pencil', but I got it wrong and instead put 'writing utensil'. There was a period of about two weeks in Maraqua when the dumps were overflowing with stone pens and pencils. I couldn't stop it because I needed to use the same pen that I wrote the spell in to reverse it. I finally had to go to Kauvara to undo the curse on my pen so I could stop the 'Statue Epidemic' in Maraqua."

--Tire was rolling with laughter, "Oh man I could just see that happening. Sounds bad, but sounds funny. At least you got it sorted out."--

"Eventually. My neighbors didn't seem to think of it that way, I got some rather interesting phone calls in those two weeks. And once you've had a five year old wave his finger in your face you know something's up. His parents sent him over because I put a curse around my house that made anyone over the age of twelve who went into my property have the word 'Convicted Criminal' stamped to their forehead. Coupled with a rumor that the National Aquatic Holding Center had a new way for marking prisoners, it made for some exciting 911 calls."

--Tears of amusement ran freely down her face as she heard the stories that Genre told her.--

End RP. I still giggle to myself when I read what I wrote. Getting almost hurt is another good one. My pet, Genre, has already had some nasty encounters before in her life, why not add some close calls? Another completely different RP. A Maraquan Grarrl is basically a shark, Blandfish are basically sardines, and Puppyblues are basically a blue puppy that you can buy for your pet to play with. The Fertile Zone is something about the Neopets world that I made up, it's the part of the ocean where all the large schools of fish travel, therefore it's the most fertile. Onwards!:

" 'sokay." She saw that they were getting closer to the most active part of the Fertile Zone. "Wait a sec, I have to warn you. If you hear a distant-sounding whirring or sloshing noise and I don't seem worried, TELL ME! Whatever it is won't stay distant for long, and if it's not a boat it's probably a wild Maraquan Grarrl and that can be even worse. I've had close calls with both and I barely lived. That's me who was born here, can swim quick as anyone, and has no respiratory issues. Don't keep it too yourself; if you hear something, you tell me. Got that?"

--Kits sweat dropped - only a little bit. "Okay, I will..." He groaned when he heard grarrls. He didn't like predators under the sea, they always show no mercy, and very quick with their meal too. It was really hard to get past them without you being seen with ultra sense or being sniffed out. --

"Good." Genre tried not to show it, but she was tense. She had only been here two times, once when she was nine- she got her scar from a fishing boat and lost her parents- and when she was eight-teen- she was attacked by a Maraquan Grarrl. But even though she had bad luck, it was rare for either of those to happen, right?

Suddenly a school of Blandfish with the population the same of that of Neopia Central swam past. A school that big never got that scared unless-

"WE'VE GOTTA GO NOW!!!

--"Is that a Maraquan Grarrl?" He said as he pointed at the figure in the distance.--

"NO, IT'S A PUPPYBLUE, YOU MORON!!! I SAID MOVE!!" It wasn't one Grarrl, it was a pack, which meant a Feeding Frenzy!! Genre went over the best plan of action… don't swim down, it'll think you drowned and will kill you when you surprise it with a death rattle as it bites down- don't swim with the school it'll get confused and eat you instead- NEVER swim towards a Grarrl- the only way left was... "Hey, you can fly right?"

End RP. And yes, he could fly, they got out Ok. Some people use RPs to create romances between pets. Also, 'long lost siblings/children' are discovered. You need a the other person's permission to start these, the story has to be decided on beforehand. I'm not crazy about these, I don't think I'll be doing this any time soon.

My most exciting bit of news is... I've just started an RP with Mindsend!!!!!!!!! I am SO happy! Anyway.....

All of those are my reasons why I'll be staying on Neopets for a bit longer than expected :)