I joined Twitter out of curiosity and it is soooo stupid and pointless. You have to give updates as to what you are doing under a 140 character limit. HEHEHE.
Whoever wastes their life infront of it is sick.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Black Cat?!?!?!?!
Last night I was real freaked out. I woke up for no apparent reason and heard....movement. I could hear things moving around in thr room. I sat up and fumbled for my lava lamp. I turned on the lava lamp and right beside it was this scruffy black cat. It hissed and ran into a corner of the room. Naturally, I was saken. My shouts drew the attention of my parents. They came in and the light from the hallway lit up the corner where the cat was. Nothing. Nothing was there. We searched the whole house and nothing came up. My parents believed me but have no idea how itgot into my room.
I have heard legends of phantom cats but i'm not going to jump to conclusins just yet. Lets hope some answeres pop up.
My favourite simpson quotes.
Grandpa: My Homer is not a communist. He may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but he is not a porn star.
Lionel Hutz: Well, he's kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace "accidentally" with "repeatedly," and replace "dog" with "son."
Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Scully: Homer, we're going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions. Do you understand?
Homer: Yes. (lie dectector blows up)
Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room.
Homer: [drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there's five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn't talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.
Homer: There's your giraffe, little girl.
Ralph Wiggum: I'm a boy.
Homer: That's the spirit. Never give up
Burns: I suggest you leave immediately
Homer: Or what? You'll release the dogs or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you?
Lisa: Do we have any food that wasn't brutally slaughtered?
Homer: Well, I think the veal died of loneliness
Homer: Oh Lisa, there's no record of a hurricane ever hitting Springfield.
Lisa: Yes, but the records only go back to 1978 when the hall of records was mysteriously blown away.
Mr. Burns: I'll keep it short and sweet -- Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.
Burns: Look at that pig. Stuffing his face with donuts on my time! That's right, keep eating...Little do you know you're drawing ever closer to the poison donut! [cackles evilly, then stops abruptly] There is a poison one, isn't there Smithers?
Smithers: Err...no, sir. I discussed this with our lawyers and they consider it murder
Mr. Burns: Woah, slow down there maestro. There's a *New* Mexico?
Mr. Burns: Smithers I'm thinking about donating some money to the orphanage..when pigs fly!
(Homer's bbq pig flies past the window)
Burns: Smithers, I've been thinking. Is it wrong to cheat to win a million-dollar bet?
Smithers: Yes, sir.
Burns: Let me rephrase that. Is it wrong if I cheat to win a million-dollar bet?
Smithers: No, sir. Who would you like killed?
Mayor Quimby: Can't we have one meeting that doesn't end with digging up a corpse?
Bart: What a day, eh, Milhouse? The sun is out, birds are singing, bees are trying to have sex with them -- as is my understanding ...
Homer: I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket & flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?
Homer: [Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!
Homer: No offense Apu, but when they're handing out religions you must be out taking a whizz.
Apu: Mr. Simpson, pay for your purchases and get out...and come again.
Homer: I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?
Bart: Aren't we forgeting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa.
Mcbain: That outfit makes you look like a homosexual.
Audience: Booooo!!!
Mcbain: Maybe you all are homosexuals, too
Edna: Seymour, you have to think of the children's future.
Seymour: Oh, Edna. We all know that these children HAVE no future.
[Everyone stops and stares at Seymour.]
Seymour: Prove me wrong children. Prove me wrong.
Principal Skinner: Oh, you think this stolen 'H' is a laugh riot, don't you? Well, I'll tell you something that's not so funny. Right now Superintendent Chalmers is at home crying like a little girl! Well, I guess that is a little funny.
Carl: You know I'm sick and tired of people assuming I'm good at basketball just because Im African American. (Slam Dunks the ball)
Kent Brockman: Dozens of people are gunned down each day, but until now, none of them was important. At 3:00 PM Friday, local aurocrat C. Montgomery Burns was shot following a tense confrontation at town hall. He was taken to a hospital where he was pronounced dead. He was then taken to a better hospital where his condition was upgraded to "alive."
Skinner: For Privacy's sake, lets call her Lisa S...Wait thats to ovious. How about L Simpson
Principal Skinner: That's two independent thought alarms in one day. Willie, the children are over-stimulated. Remove all the colored chalk from the classrooms.
"We werent very good at being wild....were we?"
Just after watching an amazing, sad animated movie "The Plague Dogs" based on the 1977 novel by Richard Adams. The film was directed and produced by Martin Rosen, who also directed Watership Down, the film version of another novel by Adams.
The film's story is centered on two dogs named Rowf and Snitter, who escape a research laboratory in Great Britain. In the process of telling the story, the film highlights the cruelty of performing vivisection and animal research for its own sake.
This is an amazing example of non-disney anamation and completely devours any of the 3D crap. The film is done very simplisticly, with human interaction almost completly told through narration or voice over. Snitter and Rowf are both very tragic protagonists, and all they wanted was someone to love them.
I read and watched Watership down and through that, found this amazing film which is better in my opinion. I would love to read the book. Despite being an animation, this film is definatly NOT for kids.....yes i tought this was going be a disney-fied animal flick.....how wrong was I.
Never thgought animation could get this deep and meaningful.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome?!?!?!?!
Woah....a neighbour of mine has been diagnosed with.....(no not swine flu).....Alice in Wonderland Sydrome. I was like WTF?!?! Apparently Lewis Carroll suffered the same thing which helped him write his book.
SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS
"Eye components are entirely normal. The AIW syndrome is a result of change in perception as opposed to the eyes themselves malfunctioning. The hallmark sign of AIWS is a migraine, and may in part be caused by the symptom itself. Using psychoactive drugs (notably dextromethorphan[citation needed]) may also produce micropsia. AIWS affects the sufferer's sense of visual, sensation, touch, hearing as well as one's own body image.
The most prominent and often most disturbing symptom is that of altered body image: the sufferer will find that they are confused as to the size and shape of parts of (or all of) their body.
The eyes themselves are normal, but the sufferer 'sees' objects with the wrong size or shape and/or finds that perspective is incorrect. This can mean that people, cars, buildings, etc. look smaller or larger than they should be, or that distances look incorrect; for example a corridor may appear to be very long, or the ground may appear too close.
In addition, some people may experience more intense and overt hallucinations, seeing things that are not there and misinterpreting events and situations in conjuction with a high fever."
Wow this sounds awesome(yet very...tragic...yes, tragic). To think I was talking to someone who thought I was miles away lol. This was possibly the most awesome discovery so far this week.
The Witch Hare.
Heya....a few days ago I enterd a short story competition and the theme was....the supernatural. I decided to base mine on.....witchcraft. The result.....3rd place...yep, thats what I get for working my but off. Here it is (there is like a bunch of spelling errors because i was typing.....reallyfast)
In the vicinity of Kilmallock lived a wealthy farmer named Stephen Costigan. The man kept an extensive dairy with luxurious pastures, making Stephens cows the finest and most productive in the country. Every year he made considerable sums by the sale of milk and butter, which locals dubed "The finest and sweetest you'll ever find".
Things continued to prosper, when, one season, he found his cattle declining in appearance. Stephen, at first, attributed this change to the weather but soon found reasons to assign it to a far different source. The cows declined daily, and were hardly able to crawl about on their pasture; many of them, instead of milk, produced nothing but blood; and the quality of the milk that some continued to supply was so bitter that even the pigs would not drink it. The poor farmer became so miserable; he saw ruin staring him in the face; his era was coming to an end, yet what was he to do? Sell his cattle and purchase others! No, that was out of the question, as they looked so emaciated that no one would even take them as presents. It was also impossible to sell to the butcher, as the flesh of one which he killed for his own family was as black as coal, and stunk like putrid carrion.
Locals attributed the plight of his cattle as to the work of 'fairies' who had cursed the farm and Stephens family. Stephen, finding no logical explination for his cattles plight decided that the supernatural was, in this case, possible.
Stephen's wife was sitting at her own door in a gloomy and agitated state of mind. She spotted a little old woman approach her from the lane that led from the road to their house.The lady was enveloped in an old scarlet cloak and approached with aid of a cane. The farmers wife felt glad at seeing the odd-looking stranger and as the old woman gained the threshold, she bade her 'welcome'.
"God bless this good house" said the stranger as she entered.
"God save you kindly, and you are welcome, whoever you are" replied Mrs Costigan.
The farmers wife fetched a chair and placed it near the fire for the stranger, but she refused.
"I am dry of the heat of the day, can you give me a drink?"
"I have no drink to offer you except water" replied Mrs Costigan
"Are you not the owner of the cattle that i can see through your window?" said the old lady, with a tone of voice which plainly indicated her foreknowledge of the fact." Have you any milk in the house dear?"
Mrs Costigan, tried to warn the old lady of the state of the milk, but she would not take no for an answer. She poured a jug from a vessel and handed it to the old sybil, who smelled it, then tasted it, and spat out what she had taken onto the floor.
"Where is your husband?" she asked hastily.
"Out in the fields" was the reply "I can take you to him"
Stephen observed his wife and an older, hunched woman approach him from the small house. The older lady hobbled up to him, out of breath. She regained her breath and proceeded.
"Your cows are aginst you this season"
"You're right, unfortunatly" replied Stephen, embarresed by the fact.
"Why have you not sought for a cure?"
"A cure! Why,woman, I have sought cures until i was heartbroken, and all in vain; they get worse everyday.
" What will you give me if i cure them for you?"
"Anything in our power" replied Stephen and his wife, both speaking joyfully.
"Very well" commenced the old lady "It isn't a cure exactly, more of a solution to your problem"
"Anything, as long as you can rid us of this burden" replied the couple.
"You have been hexed" said the little old hag. "Are you familiar with anyone within the district that may obtain the reputation of a....witch?"
"......Rachel Higgins, down the road from us, she too owns a farm, but her cattle don't seem to be out of the ordinary"
"Well then, this Rachel is messing with you. Here is what you must do. As soon as the hour of twelve arrives tonight, take a couple of swift running dogs down to the pasture, conceal youselves somewhere convenient to the cattle; watch them carefully; and if you see anything, whether man or beast, let the dogs loose, and if possible, make them draw the blood of the intruder, then all will be accomplished.
Conveniantly there lived a friend, not too far away, who kept a pair of ferocious bulldogs. Stephen asked for his assistance, and he cheerfully agreed, promising to bring his ferocious dogs.
Stephen did not sleep that night; he sat up, anxiously awaiting midnight.It arrived at last, and his friand came at the time appointed. Having arrived at the field, they searched for the best place for concealment. They found a place and waited for the arrival of their mysterious visitor.
Stephen and his comrade continued to wait in nervous anxiety, still nothing approached but morning and they were begining to grow impatient and were talking of returning home, when suddenly, they heard a rushing sound behind them. They looked in that direction and to their astonisment, they percieved a large hare in the act of sprining from a ditch.They were convinced that this was what they had been waiting for. The hare made its way to the cows. When it got close enough to the cow, it dug its teeth into the cows ankle and started to suck blood and milk from its system, the cow did not flinch. Stephen had to restrain himself from attacking it. It then continued this act on the other cows. Now it was done sucking them all, its belly appeared enormously distended and it made its exit slowly, apparently with difficulty. Stephen released the dogs after the heavy hare.
The hare started off at a brisk pace, squirting up blood and milk from its mouth and nostrils. The dogs were gaining on her.Rachel Higgin's cabin appeared, through the morning twilight. It was evident to Stephen and his comrade that she was bent on reaching that cabin. They made it to the cabin just as the hare came up panting and almost exhausted with the dogs inches behind it. It ran around the house, confused at the presence of the men. The hare turned around and tried to make it for the open door. The dog made a spring and seized it violently by the neck. She uttered a loud ,piercing scream. She tried despratly to free herself from the dogs grip, succeeded, but not until she left a piece of her rump in its teeth. The whole floor was streaming in blood. No hare could be found and the men were more than convinced that it was old Rachel, who had assumed the form of a hare through witchcraft. They entered the bedroom and heard some smothered groaning.They went to the corner of the room, and there, found the form of Rachel Higgins, writhing in the most excruciating pain, almost smotherd in a pool of her own blood. The astounded men adressed the wretched old woman, but she either could not or would not answer them. It was evident that she was dying. She releashed her final moan of agony and departed from the physical world.
Stephen and his friend retuned home. The old hag was aware of the fate of Rachel Higgins. Stephen pressed her to accept money for her help but she refused. Instead she enjoyed the milk from the newly cured cows, affected by Rachels curse.
THE WITCH HARE
By Noah O'Rourke
In the vicinity of Kilmallock lived a wealthy farmer named Stephen Costigan. The man kept an extensive dairy with luxurious pastures, making Stephens cows the finest and most productive in the country. Every year he made considerable sums by the sale of milk and butter, which locals dubed "The finest and sweetest you'll ever find".
Things continued to prosper, when, one season, he found his cattle declining in appearance. Stephen, at first, attributed this change to the weather but soon found reasons to assign it to a far different source. The cows declined daily, and were hardly able to crawl about on their pasture; many of them, instead of milk, produced nothing but blood; and the quality of the milk that some continued to supply was so bitter that even the pigs would not drink it. The poor farmer became so miserable; he saw ruin staring him in the face; his era was coming to an end, yet what was he to do? Sell his cattle and purchase others! No, that was out of the question, as they looked so emaciated that no one would even take them as presents. It was also impossible to sell to the butcher, as the flesh of one which he killed for his own family was as black as coal, and stunk like putrid carrion.
Locals attributed the plight of his cattle as to the work of 'fairies' who had cursed the farm and Stephens family. Stephen, finding no logical explination for his cattles plight decided that the supernatural was, in this case, possible.
Stephen's wife was sitting at her own door in a gloomy and agitated state of mind. She spotted a little old woman approach her from the lane that led from the road to their house.The lady was enveloped in an old scarlet cloak and approached with aid of a cane. The farmers wife felt glad at seeing the odd-looking stranger and as the old woman gained the threshold, she bade her 'welcome'.
"God bless this good house" said the stranger as she entered.
"God save you kindly, and you are welcome, whoever you are" replied Mrs Costigan.
The farmers wife fetched a chair and placed it near the fire for the stranger, but she refused.
"I am dry of the heat of the day, can you give me a drink?"
"I have no drink to offer you except water" replied Mrs Costigan
"Are you not the owner of the cattle that i can see through your window?" said the old lady, with a tone of voice which plainly indicated her foreknowledge of the fact." Have you any milk in the house dear?"
Mrs Costigan, tried to warn the old lady of the state of the milk, but she would not take no for an answer. She poured a jug from a vessel and handed it to the old sybil, who smelled it, then tasted it, and spat out what she had taken onto the floor.
"Where is your husband?" she asked hastily.
"Out in the fields" was the reply "I can take you to him"
Stephen observed his wife and an older, hunched woman approach him from the small house. The older lady hobbled up to him, out of breath. She regained her breath and proceeded.
"Your cows are aginst you this season"
"You're right, unfortunatly" replied Stephen, embarresed by the fact.
"Why have you not sought for a cure?"
"A cure! Why,woman, I have sought cures until i was heartbroken, and all in vain; they get worse everyday.
" What will you give me if i cure them for you?"
"Anything in our power" replied Stephen and his wife, both speaking joyfully.
"Very well" commenced the old lady "It isn't a cure exactly, more of a solution to your problem"
"Anything, as long as you can rid us of this burden" replied the couple.
"You have been hexed" said the little old hag. "Are you familiar with anyone within the district that may obtain the reputation of a....witch?"
"......Rachel Higgins, down the road from us, she too owns a farm, but her cattle don't seem to be out of the ordinary"
"Well then, this Rachel is messing with you. Here is what you must do. As soon as the hour of twelve arrives tonight, take a couple of swift running dogs down to the pasture, conceal youselves somewhere convenient to the cattle; watch them carefully; and if you see anything, whether man or beast, let the dogs loose, and if possible, make them draw the blood of the intruder, then all will be accomplished.
Conveniantly there lived a friend, not too far away, who kept a pair of ferocious bulldogs. Stephen asked for his assistance, and he cheerfully agreed, promising to bring his ferocious dogs.
Stephen did not sleep that night; he sat up, anxiously awaiting midnight.It arrived at last, and his friand came at the time appointed. Having arrived at the field, they searched for the best place for concealment. They found a place and waited for the arrival of their mysterious visitor.
Stephen and his comrade continued to wait in nervous anxiety, still nothing approached but morning and they were begining to grow impatient and were talking of returning home, when suddenly, they heard a rushing sound behind them. They looked in that direction and to their astonisment, they percieved a large hare in the act of sprining from a ditch.They were convinced that this was what they had been waiting for. The hare made its way to the cows. When it got close enough to the cow, it dug its teeth into the cows ankle and started to suck blood and milk from its system, the cow did not flinch. Stephen had to restrain himself from attacking it. It then continued this act on the other cows. Now it was done sucking them all, its belly appeared enormously distended and it made its exit slowly, apparently with difficulty. Stephen released the dogs after the heavy hare.
The hare started off at a brisk pace, squirting up blood and milk from its mouth and nostrils. The dogs were gaining on her.Rachel Higgin's cabin appeared, through the morning twilight. It was evident to Stephen and his comrade that she was bent on reaching that cabin. They made it to the cabin just as the hare came up panting and almost exhausted with the dogs inches behind it. It ran around the house, confused at the presence of the men. The hare turned around and tried to make it for the open door. The dog made a spring and seized it violently by the neck. She uttered a loud ,piercing scream. She tried despratly to free herself from the dogs grip, succeeded, but not until she left a piece of her rump in its teeth. The whole floor was streaming in blood. No hare could be found and the men were more than convinced that it was old Rachel, who had assumed the form of a hare through witchcraft. They entered the bedroom and heard some smothered groaning.They went to the corner of the room, and there, found the form of Rachel Higgins, writhing in the most excruciating pain, almost smotherd in a pool of her own blood. The astounded men adressed the wretched old woman, but she either could not or would not answer them. It was evident that she was dying. She releashed her final moan of agony and departed from the physical world.
Stephen and his friend retuned home. The old hag was aware of the fate of Rachel Higgins. Stephen pressed her to accept money for her help but she refused. Instead she enjoyed the milk from the newly cured cows, affected by Rachels curse.
"Why must everything you touch die!!!!"--Elphaba
Ahh i finished Wicked today and it is one hella awesome book. I fell in love with the play around a year ago, despite the handicap of not actually seeing it. I bought the soundtrack and cannot stop listening to it.
Naturally, I would jump at the chance to buy the book, which (witch..lol) is wht the play is based on. Luckily while wondering through Barnes and Nobles looking for Stephen King's IT, I came across Wicked. I was so happy. I pullled it off the shelf and bought it immediatly. Sadly, they didnt have qany copies of IT. Wicked kinda balanced the whole thing out so I wasnt really that upset.
The book was such an interesting read, finding out about the history of Oz, why ELphie is wicked, where the ruby (silver) slippers came from and so much more. I can never truely watch Wizard of Oz the same way again (Dorothy crushed Nessa:(:().
If you enjoy anything related to Frank Baums masterpiece you will love this. Booh Yea
.(B***ch stole Nessa's slippers!!!)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
