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

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.

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.

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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. >:(

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.







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.