Thursday, June 30, 2016

EEEK!!

      It worked! It really worked! The Bump is still cool. On May 30th, I posted a discussion on a Microsoft page, and today I finally said, "Bump!" and it finally, really, ACTUALLY triggered a response. I'm so thrilled! Sure, he shot the best idea I've ever had into the dirt, but I was cordial in my response and I really have high hopes for this idea. I think it's the best thing I ever said!

The Logic Of Things

      I'm one of the outnumbered people on this planet who thinks that there's an explanation  for everything, and everything should make sense. I saw a video on YouTube last night, about "strange events" occurring in different places around the globe. A bike, and then a car, appearing out of nowhere. A man running faster than the speed of light to save another man from getting hit. The video became very popular, and while plenty of people believed they happened or at least were or will be possible, most of them were skeptical of the whole thing, like me. One YouTube member even proved that at least one of the clips was actually a scene from a Japanese game. Another clip showed two men who looked alike donning the same tattoo on the same arm. I hinted it could have been twin brothers who wanted to mess with their minds, while other people continued to rant on about time travel. Don't get me wrong, I love science and how important it is, but come on.
      Another clip showed a man walking through a door, while the date on the security camera changed to a few years later. The homeless man began to freak out. Do I believe that's fake, too? You better believe it, but it's one hell of a mindfuck. Think I'll show it to my mom when she's had a few.
      But don't get me wrong. Science was my favorite subject in school, and it was the one where my grades suffered least. I just don't think we're quite there yet. However close they might be, to actually inventing time travel; I don't think they'd let anybody experiment with it. And honestly, I don't know if I would. Like I said, everything happens for a reason; I'd hate to alter the timeline and fuck something up. Maybe something important to me.
      Anyway, I have to go get ready for another appointment. Finally, I get to tell them at WorkBC that I can't do this course just yet, because of my surgery. And maybe in four, five, weeks - if not then hopefully before I'm 30 - all this shit will be OVER! I'll have a nice smile, forever...No more pain, no more infection, no more swelling...Just a pretty face with no more problems. How great does that sound?

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Grimm Indeed - Terrifying Fairytales

      Disney sure does soften up a lot of its adaptions...which is great, when you're a kid. Then you grow up and you Google these things. Yikes! I tried this a few months back. Here...
1.) In the original Cinderella, the other women actually cut their feet in half so the slipper would fit.
2.) In The Frog Prince, she doesn't kiss him - she throws him.
3.) In the original Goose-Girl (I don't know if Disney ever made a movie about this), the talking horse is slaughtered and his head hung over a doorway, because an evil housekeeper feared he would let slip that he overheard her spouting death threats to the princess.
4.) In the original Hansel "Und" Gretel, they're kidnapped by a cannibalistic witch; and after enslaving Gretel, she decides to kill them and eat them. In the end, Gretel pushes the witch into the oven and bolts the door shut.
5.) In the original Rumpelstiltskin, a miller tells the king that his daughter can spin straw into gold, and the king locks her away, threatening to behead her if she fails. When she runs out of pay-ment methods, she promises to give him her first child. When he loses that bargain, he runs away and never comes back. They later rewrote the ending, instead making Rumpelstiltskin fall into a chasm and die.
6.) In the original second part of Sleeping Beauty, the prince's mother is part-ogre, who demands that her children-in-law are cooked; but when her ogre counterpart is revealed, she commits suicide, climbing into a tub filled with vipers. In a different version, Sleeping Beauty's real name is Talia, whom the king rapes, and whom the queen wants to be burned alive. When the king realizes his wife wants to burn Talia, he burns his wife, and some other people who betrayed him as well.
7.) In the original Snow White, the queen is so jealous of her beauty that she hires a huntsman to kill her, and bring back her lungs and liver as proof. He backs down when she pleads for her life, promising to leave and never come back. He instead returns to the queen with the lungs and liver of a boar. When the queen discovers Snow White is still alive, she poses as a peddler and brings her laced bodies, and ties up the laces so tightly that Snow White faints. The queen leaves her there, and the seven dwarves find her and undo the laces, just in time. After Snow White is later am-bushed with a poisoned comb and then a poisoned apple, her life saved each time; the queen gives up all hope and attends her son's wedding, and is horrified to learn Snow White is now her step-daughter. As punishment for her misdeeds, she's forced to step into a pair of red-hot iron shoes, and dance until she dies.
      Grimm enough for you?

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Okay, So, F--k My Future

      I've decided it's pointless to get my hopes up...I don't know why I let myself stray from the path of constant disappointment, and allow myself to become vulnerable; but I did. Maybe for the brief-est of moments, I thought I deserved more. Maybe I just wanted more. Either way, I'm surrounded by monkeys; and the only tool they know how to use is me.
      One more screw-up and I'm quitting. I am in no Goddamn mood for bullshit today. I gave them several chances, and I was each time only given a bitter disappointment. They're not teaching me, they're not training me, and they don't know their own work. They're causing me more stress than I need right now. My life is
sh-t-y enough; so f--k it. If they don't give enough of a damn to give a few minutes of their day to help me, I'm wasting my time.
      They get until June 30th to make this right. If they cancel my appointment, or move it to another date without telling me (like today), then that's it. I'm done.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Short End Of The Stick

      Doesn't it seem that British people always get stuck with iffy roles? By iffy, I mean the roles of characters who might have good intentions, but are ruthless in their methods.
      Think about it. Evelyn Harper, Dean Hardscrabble, Mother Gothel, Fairy Godmother. All these women are perfect examples. Evelyn, mother of two, loves her sons and constantly hints they don't spend enough time together, but she also has the delusion that insulting them will somehow help them warm up to her. Dean Hardscrabble wants only the scariest monsters in her program, to improve the future society of scarers, but it does come off a bit reckless when she insists nobody go into the human world to rescue Mike. Mother Gothel only wants to prevent herself from aging (who doesn't?), but goes to the extreme length of kidnapping a child when she actually had decades (AKA hundreds of years) to bring the flower, roots and all, home. Fairy Godmother wanted her son to marry a princess because she wanted what was best for him, but she also wanted to solidify her standing with royalty because she craved complete power.
      What do these women have in common? They're all British. This is just off the top of my head; I'm sure if I, or you, scoured deeper we could find even more examples. I mean, here's another one - why stick to just females? King Harold gives his daughter a choice, but isn't happy unless she chooses his choice.
      And you know something? I've been a fan of Shrek since 2001. That's fifteen years. It should be plenty of time to mull over the plot, and I never clued in on why exactly things turned out the way they did. Thankfully we have The Theorizer; here's a must-watch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dj7gEkVjZvU

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

MeetMe Now Deactivated

      Yep, my old MeetMe is gone, and for the last time. Before I authorized the deletion of my account I specified why exactly I was deleting it: Too many ads. They slow down the site and make it such a hassle to use.
      I had my link memorized. It was www.meetme.com/member/ 50271393. I bet I could say that in my sleep. Aside from ads making the site nearly impossible to tolerate, there were too many idiots and easies. It's such a relief it's gone...Now the only thing I want to get rid of are my damned hiccups.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Rethinking

      Anyone who knows me personally knows I had a friend who turned to the dark side. She posted panty pictures, and apparently she was doing drugs in her early or (mid-) teens. I've also heard a rumor that she got knocked up; but I could have been given mis-information or my source could have seen her twin...We all have one, as I've stated before.
      Anyway, when I saw the indecent picture, I called her mother right away. She had always been moody, and when I say that about somebody you know it's true, because I'm no Mary Poppins. But after that day, she wasn't my friend anymore. She ignored my phone calls, stood me up when we had plans, and apologized about standing me up only to stand me up again. And I know it sounds wrong, but lately I've been thinking I was the bad friend. I know I did the morally correct thing by telling her mother that her eldest was disrespecting herself...But I also did the worst thing a friend could have done: I bailed. She was clearly going through some tough stuff, and I called her a weird mess and checked out.
      I can't help but wonder if she'd be any different if I'd been there for her. I said I was her friend, and then I basically said, F**k you. I guess I'm rethinking things.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

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      I know I'm probably the only one, but the evolution of Toy Story's Mrs. Davis bothers me. In Toy Story 1, she has a brunette ponytail and wears pale shirts with colorful, pajama-like pants. In Toy Story 2, her hair is much too short for a ponytail, and her eyes have gone from pale blue to brown. By the time we get to Toy Story 3, her hair is blond, her bangs are uneven, and her eyes are blue again. Not to mention the animation in the first movie is really bad. Her clothes look like Play-Dough, and her eyes are sunk way too deep into her forehead. By the second movie, the animation has improved greatly, and she's totally cute. By the third movie she's got the pig snout nose traditionally used in animation movies, but at least it's not pushed too close to her mouth. (Man, I hate that. If Rapunzel sneezed, it would just go all over her lips.)
      I could always choose to believe she cut her hair, dyed it, and maybe got colored contacts; perhaps as a midlife crisis. I mean, her husband is dead, her son's going off to college. Some people get obsessed with their appearance when things turn to shyt; and some-times Pixar and Disney (or as I like to call the collaboration, Pixney) actually try to incorporate a hint of realism into their movies...believe it or not.
      But back to topic, Mrs. Davis hardly looks like the same person.
 

AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

      I am so infuriated with damn summer. I hate it! I have been so severely congested for a whole week that I've had to eat open-mouthed like a slob, just so I could breathe. Benadryl's not doing a thing, except making me so drowsy that I can't think straight; but of course, because I can't breathe, I can't sleep. For about seven days now I've been wide awake until about seven or eight; and at nine my alarm goes off.
      I can't wait for the rain and snow. I can't wait to f*cking breathe again. Won't be anytime soon, though, because I have to sit in a car with my mother, who just used hairspray, and I'm allergic to that, too. I'm allergic to cats, and the woman who owns one and is always covered in fur is going to hug me. And I have to sit in a car where all the windows will for sure be rolled all the way down as we drive through pollen so thick it looks like a blizzard.
      If I don't make it through the week, don't forget me, okay?

      PS. Great. Somebody threw away all my snacks...It wouldn't suck so much if I hadn't fought the urge to eat one overnight. I resisted because I knew it would be there in the morning; and now it's in the compost. >:(

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Terrifying Toys

      I'm trying to write Toy Story fan-fiction, but I needed to create a character. So I hopped online and began looking up differ-ent types of toys. I didn't find what I was looking for...I just found a lot worse. Check it out:




Blink! Blink, dagnabbit!

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This must be what Chucky plays with.

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This is what nightmares are made of.

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Honey, you're a mess.

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And now, the worst for last...




      ...Frozen Charlotte! This particular doll comes in its own casket. Also labelled "Living Dead Doll", it was based upon a poem called A Corpse Going To A Ball, which tells of a young girl called Charlotte who refused to wrap up warmly to go on a sleigh ride because she did not want to cover up her pretty dress; and she froze to death during the journey.





Thursday, June 2, 2016

Blog Post Number Whatever

      Things here are going better. With only four days left, before my training kicks off, I've been working to get my routine back. I think it's going okay. I'm more excited than scared, finally. I know now what I want to do with my life.
      I'm just a little upset that I can't find the receipt for my fifth and sixth Walking Dead posters. I know I held it coming out of the store. I know they were marked two dollars each and I know I got charged fifteen dollars. I've got to find the receipt.