Nurr.

Holy SHIT. Some people are fucking MESSED. UP.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=412195&in_page_id=17

I mean, just...WHA? The packaging shows girls in bikinis. With boobs. HELLO. You're advertising to SIX YEAR OLDS. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSED UP FUCK-CRACK ARE YOU ON? (Ew, ew, this reeks of child porn and chauvinism. I am going to forget this ASAP.)

By the way, Daniel Craig is FUCKING AWESOME. I read a few magazine articles about the new Bond movie online, and he curses like a fucking sailor. It's hilarious! Plus when he found out he got the role, he was shopping in a food-mart-ish place, and dropped what he was doing to just go make a martini.

Oh, and he was a bad guy in The Power of One, aka the movie that defined a good chunk of my high school oddity, cred to Weebl and K-dawg for Da Chicken and all ensuing nonsense.

And he's going to be in His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass, which I never read but comes highly recommended, so I need to get my fingers on that before I see it. I'm a big believer in reading stuff before you see the movies.

Also, they are moving on from Narnia to make Prince Caspian. FUCK, JUST GO RUIN THE WHOLE GODDAMN SERIES FOR ME, Jesus Christ. I still absoluately refuse to see that movie.

And the photos of Bellatrix Lestrange? Yeah. Bad character design, IMO. Then again, I don't like a LOT of the design of the movies. Too childish or something. So... not a big fan of the movies, and the books are pretty much ruined for me, reading-wise, which is exactly WHY I refuse to see Narnia. I love it too much. Waaaaay too much.

Also, I think I'm going to ask for the My Chemical Romance: Welcome to the Black Parade CD for Christmas because the songs sound AMAZING. Influences by Queen, amongst other AWESOME bands, and the title song kicks ass, plus it's about a marching band. =P w00t. I am so un-emo.

Can I start my own niche-market/stereotype for that? I don't even know what defines it. It's like being borderline-emo and then doing a complete 180 and showing people you're just off your rocker, period. =P And that's me.

Reminds me of a good Jimmy Buffet quote (from "Simply Complicated"): "It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts."

And also, I added a hilarious Domer-quote to my facebook profile. If you know anything about drumline, this is hilarious:

I was on the phone with Domer discussing camp stuff, and Chris was in the background doing who-the-fuck-knows-what. All of a sudden I hear this noise, and I know what it is, it's Chris doing line stuff, you know, talking drum-ese. I tend to do that, too, just having been in winter and knowing patters, but never bass splits. But Chris having been on the line with MattE and Domer was completely another situation, they added their own splits and Sou didn't even notice until finals.

So I hear him doing this in the background (resumably Bluecoats' splits of some sort), and just to confirm, I asked Domer, "What is he doing?"

"He's doing bass splits, but he sounds like a Wookie."



I DIED.

DIED, I TELL YOU.

Then a few seconds later something along the lines of "SHUT UP, Chewie." Yeah. Star Wars + Band Geek = Ultimate Nerd jokes FTW. ;P

Nurr.

Holy SHIT. Some people are fucking MESSED. UP.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=412195&in_page_id=17

I mean, just...WHA? The packaging shows girls in bikinis. With boobs. HELLO. You're advertising to SIX YEAR OLDS. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSED UP FUCK-CRACK ARE YOU ON? (Ew, ew, this reeks of child porn and chauvinism. I am going to forget this ASAP.)

By the way, Daniel Craig is FUCKING AWESOME. I read a few magazine articles about the new Bond movie online, and he curses like a fucking sailor. It's hilarious! Plus when he found out he got the role, he was shopping in a food-mart-ish place, and dropped what he was doing to just go make a martini.

Oh, and he was a bad guy in The Power of One, aka the movie that defined a good chunk of my high school oddity, cred to Weebl and K-dawg for Da Chicken and all ensuing nonsense.

And he's going to be in His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass, which I never read but comes highly recommended, so I need to get my fingers on that before I see it. I'm a big believer in reading stuff before you see the movies.

Also, they are moving on from Narnia to make Prince Caspian. FUCK, JUST GO RUIN THE WHOLE GODDAMN SERIES FOR ME, Jesus Christ. I still absoluately refuse to see that movie.

And the photos of Bellatrix Lestrange? Yeah. Bad character design, IMO. Then again, I don't like a LOT of the design of the movies. Too childish or something. So... not a big fan of the movies, and the books are pretty much ruined for me, reading-wise, which is exactly WHY I refuse to see Narnia. I love it too much. Waaaaay too much.

Also, I think I'm going to ask for the My Chemical Romance: Welcome to the Black Parade CD for Christmas because the songs sound AMAZING. Influences by Queen, amongst other AWESOME bands, and the title song kicks ass, plus it's about a marching band. =P w00t. I am so un-emo.

Can I start my own niche-market/stereotype for that? I don't even know what defines it. It's like being borderline-emo and then doing a complete 180 and showing people you're just off your rocker, period. =P And that's me.

Reminds me of a good Jimmy Buffet quote (from "Simply Complicated"): "It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts."

And also, I added a hilarious Domer-quote to my facebook profile. If you know anything about drumline, this is hilarious:

I was on the phone with Domer discussing camp stuff, and Chris was in the background doing who-the-fuck-knows-what. All of a sudden I hear this noise, and I know what it is, it's Chris doing line stuff, you know, talking drum-ese. I tend to do that, too, just having been in winter and knowing patters, but never bass splits. But Chris having been on the line with MattE and Domer was completely another situation, they added their own splits and Sou didn't even notice until finals.

So I hear him doing this in the background (resumably Bluecoats' splits of some sort), and just to confirm, I asked Domer, "What is he doing?"

"He's doing bass splits, but he sounds like a Wookie."



I DIED.

DIED, I TELL YOU.

Then a few seconds later something along the lines of "SHUT UP, Chewie." Yeah. Star Wars + Band Geek = Ultimate Nerd jokes FTW. ;P

Work was productive. For my brain, at least...

Several random pages of thoughts I had at work, this morning:

PART I
Do you ever feel like you just want to curl up in a corner and die? And I don’t mean when you’re depressed—I’m not—I’m saying you’re just tired, and you don’t really want to cry you just want people to fucking leave you alone for awhile? Yeah. Like that. Not because I’m in a “hate people” mode right now, I’m not that either. I’m just tired.

I’m tired of work. I’m tired of studying, and writing papers, and running my ass around campus all day. I’m tired of getting up early. I’m tired of pep band, and I’m tired of having to worry about drum corps. I’m tired of shitty, expensive food. I’m tired of cleaning. I’m tired of finally feeling really inspired to get shit done and having tons of ideas, and having no time for them. I’m tired of not knowing what to do next, and I’m tired of my mind being an incomprehensible black hole of emotions that swirl around and get spit out all warped in another dimension.

Just tired.

On a higher note, I don’t think I will have my recently-usual pre-Christmas season crash, because at the moment there is too much other shit to occupy my mind. I’m not being a Grinch, or a Scrooge, and the wave of overcommercialization that started in freaking September is amazingly not distracting. I’m sure it helps that I don’t go out to shop much, nor do I watch TV all that often (if at all, really). Usually I get really excited about Christmas and when it finally comes along, I just don’t care anymore, or something. Cleolinda wrote something about the mystery of Christmas, and that’s part of it, go read her journal if you care because she’s a freaking genius. But because I’m working, doing schoolwork, and trying to do drum corps… there just hasn’t been time for Christmas yet, and even now I’m not in the mood.

Thank GOD.

PART II
Another thing—do you ever feel like a douche because of the way your brain works? Sometimes I feel like a fucking idiot and it’s really not even my own damn fault, it’s just who I am, I guess. (Haha.) Why am I saying all of this? Because I just had the thought, “oh, another reason for me to never get married—I like my last name, it’s awesome.” (Saying that because a coworker is recently engaged and on one of the research pads next to this shared computer she’d written out her (?) name different ways, with a new last name and all. It kinda made me laugh, think about gradeschool and that Air Force ad I thought was awesome, with the different ranks instead of names. Very feminist, in a good way.)

PART III
As much as I hate being a loner, I’m not going to deny that I really, really enjoy being weird. My family will probably ask what the fuck is wrong with me when I’m older, but I don’t think that’s my problem, really. I’m not doing anything bad. I just see the world differently. I know, you shouldn’t be materialistic. But I enjoy being able to look at things… see how they work, what they are, how they fit together with the rest of the world and how I fit them into my own reality. There is a book I love about strange houses. Once lady has all sorts of antiques and exotic things COVERING her house, and my mom thinks it looks tacky and all. I love it. Same with a guy who has painted his whole trailer, or the guy with the grotto in his back yard. Or the girl in the Princess Diaries, who has pretty much an attic-tower-room. Plus all the crazy secret passages and whatnot I’ve come up with, because there’s nothing I love and hate more than secrets and mystery.

Plus, I’m going to have a ton of cats, and a really funky house both indoors and out. And I don’t mean funky like only-purple-house-on-the-street. I mean funky like not normal shaped, might not even look completely like a house, with a really awesome garden with all sorts of lawn work, too, like fountains and hills and whatnot. Because, afterall, if I’m going to create my own world, I’ve got to do it right. And there’s going to be a stream, and a forest, because we never had a stream on our property and that is essential. As it a treehouse, and private spaces, hidden places, awesomely-old-overgrown places.

And I’m going to have hats. Lots of really awesome hats. Because I love them and I’ve never like doing my freaking hair anyway. So I’m hoping the awesome hat guy is at Winterfair this weekend, because his hats were the SHIT. (I got a green one, it’s fucking awesome. I should have gotten the others as well, because they’re fucking awesome-tastic as well.)

So if I can get away with a job as an Imagineer for Disney, or a set producer, or for JPI or Cost of Wisconsin, I can get away with more weird things at work and less at home. But somehow I doubt I could keep my house normal anyway. *sigh* My family will want to disown me, lol. I’m going to be… no, I am… a little kid just imagining the fuck out of everything. I kind of lost the ridiculousness of little-kids ideas, but it’s sure as heck still not normal to do this, I don’t think. =P I just like making things. I draw some, I write some, but more than anything I always have the urge to make something physical, something with textures. Something with another time.

And so my world is a mix of influences more than I can count… COSI’s Adventure, as well as the rest of COSI; Disney’s stuff, like the Eye of Mara ride; COST’s stuff, like the Tomb Raider ride or their tanks; stuff like you’d find in huge waterparks and hotels and resorts and Vegas; Atlantis; tikis, cats (specifically Mercat, but that’s a whole other shebang); the Haunted Mansion (seriously that shit is crazy awesome); theatricals like Disney rides or the stage tricks they pull for shit like Phantom of the Opera (stage, not movie, but the movie scenes were still pretty awesome-tastic); bats; Da Chicken; James Bond; Indiana Jones; the Pink Panther; mystery novels (generally the Hardy Boys); fantasy novels (Chronicles of Chrestomanci in particular); craft and cultural books (all the ones I read in gradeschool…); costuming; PR; music… it’s so incredibly much, yet I freaking LOVE it. That’s barely scraping the surface… those are just more recent things, since I’ve realized I am completely obsessive about ingesting knowledge.

Fuckdoodles, I love being completely WEIRD.

PART IV
I feel like James Bond! Or something. Yay work =P (It's the physical nature of what I was doing today... just putting together these metal frames with tiny screws and perfectly fit parts. Reminded me of the Bond movie where they invade Fort Knox and there's all the metal bars around. Is that with Roger Moore? I think so. The hat-throwing guy, innit? Or maybe it was the bomb. Or both. Can't remember.)

PART V
My gums hurt. Shit, I have scurvy!

Just kidding. (Scurvy is gross.)

PART VI (written not at work)
BUT! In other news, I finally came up with my webcomic concept, and I have several ideas already and will get started on that this weeked. At the moment Johnny is the only other collaborator but I'm taking applicants, lol. I'll be starting a community and posting them on LJ, because I don't have a website (and probably won't for awhile). Let me know if you know of a suitable webhosting for the pics.

It's going to be called Infinite Impossibilities, but I'm going to abbreviate it by its abbreviated subtitle#1, Brain Soup.

Work was productive. For my brain, at least...

Several random pages of thoughts I had at work, this morning:

PART I
Do you ever feel like you just want to curl up in a corner and die? And I don’t mean when you’re depressed—I’m not—I’m saying you’re just tired, and you don’t really want to cry you just want people to fucking leave you alone for awhile? Yeah. Like that. Not because I’m in a “hate people” mode right now, I’m not that either. I’m just tired.

I’m tired of work. I’m tired of studying, and writing papers, and running my ass around campus all day. I’m tired of getting up early. I’m tired of pep band, and I’m tired of having to worry about drum corps. I’m tired of shitty, expensive food. I’m tired of cleaning. I’m tired of finally feeling really inspired to get shit done and having tons of ideas, and having no time for them. I’m tired of not knowing what to do next, and I’m tired of my mind being an incomprehensible black hole of emotions that swirl around and get spit out all warped in another dimension.

Just tired.

On a higher note, I don’t think I will have my recently-usual pre-Christmas season crash, because at the moment there is too much other shit to occupy my mind. I’m not being a Grinch, or a Scrooge, and the wave of overcommercialization that started in freaking September is amazingly not distracting. I’m sure it helps that I don’t go out to shop much, nor do I watch TV all that often (if at all, really). Usually I get really excited about Christmas and when it finally comes along, I just don’t care anymore, or something. Cleolinda wrote something about the mystery of Christmas, and that’s part of it, go read her journal if you care because she’s a freaking genius. But because I’m working, doing schoolwork, and trying to do drum corps… there just hasn’t been time for Christmas yet, and even now I’m not in the mood.

Thank GOD.

PART II
Another thing—do you ever feel like a douche because of the way your brain works? Sometimes I feel like a fucking idiot and it’s really not even my own damn fault, it’s just who I am, I guess. (Haha.) Why am I saying all of this? Because I just had the thought, “oh, another reason for me to never get married—I like my last name, it’s awesome.” (Saying that because a coworker is recently engaged and on one of the research pads next to this shared computer she’d written out her (?) name different ways, with a new last name and all. It kinda made me laugh, think about gradeschool and that Air Force ad I thought was awesome, with the different ranks instead of names. Very feminist, in a good way.)

PART III
As much as I hate being a loner, I’m not going to deny that I really, really enjoy being weird. My family will probably ask what the fuck is wrong with me when I’m older, but I don’t think that’s my problem, really. I’m not doing anything bad. I just see the world differently. I know, you shouldn’t be materialistic. But I enjoy being able to look at things… see how they work, what they are, how they fit together with the rest of the world and how I fit them into my own reality. There is a book I love about strange houses. Once lady has all sorts of antiques and exotic things COVERING her house, and my mom thinks it looks tacky and all. I love it. Same with a guy who has painted his whole trailer, or the guy with the grotto in his back yard. Or the girl in the Princess Diaries, who has pretty much an attic-tower-room. Plus all the crazy secret passages and whatnot I’ve come up with, because there’s nothing I love and hate more than secrets and mystery.

Plus, I’m going to have a ton of cats, and a really funky house both indoors and out. And I don’t mean funky like only-purple-house-on-the-street. I mean funky like not normal shaped, might not even look completely like a house, with a really awesome garden with all sorts of lawn work, too, like fountains and hills and whatnot. Because, afterall, if I’m going to create my own world, I’ve got to do it right. And there’s going to be a stream, and a forest, because we never had a stream on our property and that is essential. As it a treehouse, and private spaces, hidden places, awesomely-old-overgrown places.

And I’m going to have hats. Lots of really awesome hats. Because I love them and I’ve never like doing my freaking hair anyway. So I’m hoping the awesome hat guy is at Winterfair this weekend, because his hats were the SHIT. (I got a green one, it’s fucking awesome. I should have gotten the others as well, because they’re fucking awesome-tastic as well.)

So if I can get away with a job as an Imagineer for Disney, or a set producer, or for JPI or Cost of Wisconsin, I can get away with more weird things at work and less at home. But somehow I doubt I could keep my house normal anyway. *sigh* My family will want to disown me, lol. I’m going to be… no, I am… a little kid just imagining the fuck out of everything. I kind of lost the ridiculousness of little-kids ideas, but it’s sure as heck still not normal to do this, I don’t think. =P I just like making things. I draw some, I write some, but more than anything I always have the urge to make something physical, something with textures. Something with another time.

And so my world is a mix of influences more than I can count… COSI’s Adventure, as well as the rest of COSI; Disney’s stuff, like the Eye of Mara ride; COST’s stuff, like the Tomb Raider ride or their tanks; stuff like you’d find in huge waterparks and hotels and resorts and Vegas; Atlantis; tikis, cats (specifically Mercat, but that’s a whole other shebang); the Haunted Mansion (seriously that shit is crazy awesome); theatricals like Disney rides or the stage tricks they pull for shit like Phantom of the Opera (stage, not movie, but the movie scenes were still pretty awesome-tastic); bats; Da Chicken; James Bond; Indiana Jones; the Pink Panther; mystery novels (generally the Hardy Boys); fantasy novels (Chronicles of Chrestomanci in particular); craft and cultural books (all the ones I read in gradeschool…); costuming; PR; music… it’s so incredibly much, yet I freaking LOVE it. That’s barely scraping the surface… those are just more recent things, since I’ve realized I am completely obsessive about ingesting knowledge.

Fuckdoodles, I love being completely WEIRD.

PART IV
I feel like James Bond! Or something. Yay work =P (It's the physical nature of what I was doing today... just putting together these metal frames with tiny screws and perfectly fit parts. Reminded me of the Bond movie where they invade Fort Knox and there's all the metal bars around. Is that with Roger Moore? I think so. The hat-throwing guy, innit? Or maybe it was the bomb. Or both. Can't remember.)

PART V
My gums hurt. Shit, I have scurvy!

Just kidding. (Scurvy is gross.)

PART VI (written not at work)
BUT! In other news, I finally came up with my webcomic concept, and I have several ideas already and will get started on that this weeked. At the moment Johnny is the only other collaborator but I'm taking applicants, lol. I'll be starting a community and posting them on LJ, because I don't have a website (and probably won't for awhile). Let me know if you know of a suitable webhosting for the pics.

It's going to be called Infinite Impossibilities, but I'm going to abbreviate it by its abbreviated subtitle#1, Brain Soup.