Team A Update- July 21st, 2007

Welcome the "Pondering" tag.


In the last few days, I have been writing TA script. I no longer am concerned as to whether it comes to fruition in animated or book form, the important thing is that I do write it. Later it can be converted into either. I am currently just about to do a skip in time of a few hours. So far, Ness has broken Jayme and Dan out of jail (detention, improvement training), bought them clothes and some survival gear (like $6,000 worth), and said some stupid stuff she doesn't understand why she said.


Much later, she will hurt some jerk whilst talking on the phone. She is calling back to her Ninja school (they're not supposed to do that in her case, as she barely just left), talking to the headmaster. He is a very good friend of her late brother's, and he raised her since she was two or three. His name is Samuel. Anyway, she is talking on a payphone, then some guy rides his motorcycle up. He is wearing a leather jacket and stuff. She leans out to tell him she's going to be a while, to which he replies (stupidly), "That's okay. I'm enjoying the view."

I am not sure yet how she strangles him- that is, knocks him out, not kills him. I am sure that I very much enjoy reviewing the script, as that allows me to change happenings. For example, there are several things at the beginning of the script I've had to change due to events several pages later.

I do think I would enjoy writing a book (enjoy is another word for love!), but I am not sure how I would go about it. It allows me a vastly superior medium than Flash, as...it would take perhaps up to 25 hours to tell the story- and I am talking animation time, not time to make the animation. That would take hundreds of hours. Probably an hour for each minute of animation, plus time to learn. So over 1,500 hours. Then voiceovers would take time. Add another 30 minutes for every minute of animation. Whew. How do people do it? Perhaps I am exaggerating.


On the flip side, if I wrote a book, I would have trouble ending the story, as well as timing it. Each book would cover a few months, likely. My fear would be ending the story- I still do not know how it will end. I have a general idea, but no...happy, well-tied-together ending. In Read or Die, it ended with them kinda just going on about their lives. That...I don't know. I guess I would prefer that over them all eventually dying, lol, but still.


The first step, I suppose, in writing a book, is to read books. I would have trouble getting behind a character- the Team will be together almost constantly, so it's not like I can switch to what's happening to another character from what's happening with this character. I love doing character thought processes. It allows the character to say so much more than they would be saying if it were verbal- another leg up book form has over Flash.

I assume it's only a matter of finding a book, or, perhaps genre, which provides an example of that type of writing- that is, depicting an event from a perspective other than one of the characters, yet also without a "storyteller" angle, or a "log of events" angle.

I find myself wondering what a graphic novel is like? I should order one. Just so you know, graphic novels are comic books, but heavy on the book. I guess. Not graphic in that sense. You know, like, dead people.


Speaking of which, recently I heard, on the same Harvest program which I saw Fred Stoeker (no time to check for spelling!) on, a Christian who makes comic books. He says he uses the same talent pool as Marvel or DC. That's encouraging.

I suppose if TA can sell, it can be produced. Right? After all, that guy does not hire from the same talent pool as Marvel and not make money off of his product. If he did not make money, he could not hire from that talent pool. Tomorrow is church. I am excited. Details tomorrow.



Possibly the best picture of Lionel and Precious.

"What?! Well, Try Them On In The Morning."

You know how sometimes doctors don't listen to you?

You try to tell them, but they're too in love with themselves to listen?

You're like, (say you're at a shoe doctor, a footologist) "Hey, Doc, I have this pain in my toe, do I need special shoe inserts?" and whilst you're talking, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. You hear a quiet, "Hey, baby."

"What's that doctor?"
"Just admiring myself, is all. I mean, yes, you do need arch supports."
"But I already have arch supports- what I was saying, is that-"
"OK, let's get three more inserts in that shoe and CALL IT A DAY. (snapping gloves off)"


Well, I mentioned this happened to me at the eye doctors' office:

The lenses brought the cost up to $175. Ouch. My prescription in my left eye changed by 10%, and in my right by 20%. My right eye was a little blurry yesterday, though. I don't think you're supposed to take eye exams when your vision is blurry.

Am I a prophet, or do I have an uncommon amount of common sense?


I tried the glasses on, and the prescription in my right eye is so bad my eye is still sore. 19 hours later. I had the glasses on for 10-15 minutes. Ideally, I would want to return the glasses for a full refund, then go to CostCo. CostCo sells the best glasses. How do I know? I don't, but I assume. Oh, I assume.

But, while we were there, the lady told me, "Well, try them on in the morning." I shot back, "ah, well, see, my left eye is -perfect-, but my right eye cannot read those words on the wall. Why would my right eye be having trouble but not my left?" I thought she looked as if she wanted to sock me one, (just as I typed that, a song (Luv is a Verb) said "POW!"), so I raised my fists defensively. She backed down. She looked a little freaked out, actually.

Looking back on it, I guess I just asked that question, then raised my fists with a wide-eyed look of horror on my face...so yeah, I guess she was a little freaked out.


The good thing is, I got some shopping done. I got something that's been high on my list for a long while. Splatter guards. I'm going to see if they work tonight. What they are is screens you set over the pan. Apparently, they allow steam to escape but not oil...I doubt.

Also, I got a new knife. It's a Santoku knife, or "Japanese better-than-you-blade." Our old Santoku was 6". This one is 7". It's cool, with a red handle, the handle has silicone in it. Very sharp. Not as sharp as our newly sharpened 8" chef's, though. Speaking of which, I sharpened all three knives the other day- seagull, shorty, and chef's. Those are their nicknames!


Also, I got a lemon squisher. I know what you're saying- "Kev, lemon squishers are the things of demon fairy tales!" Well, I bought one. It works pretty good! It'd be tons better with lemons bigger than walnuts, though. Our lemon supplier sucks ...lemons. LOL I CAME UP WITH THAT INSTANTLY!


Also, I got a bell (DINGKING LOL), and two cutting boards. You know when the last time I bought a cutting board intentionally was?

Oh...it was...two years ago...

I was playing The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

I remember, right before you get to the maze with guards before Zelda...at this point, my Mom had done some shopping for Father's Day (I told her what to get). We got, for Dad, of course, a cutting board. A wooden cutting board. 21" by 17" I think...not entirely sure. We still have it. The point is, I had been playing Zelda. I was playing Zelda while harboring the gifts in my room. Heh heh heh.

Oh, and a razor. We still have the razor. Why does this apply? Well, two years later, yesterday exactly, I HAVE BOUGHT TWO NEW CUTTING BOARDS!

Some time ago, me and my Granny bought a set of Kitchenaid cutting boards, unintentionally. I didn't go "looking" for cutting boards. They're real nice. Sadly, my family does not appreciate the art of not messing things Kev loves up. They used...they...they used...


"It's OK, Kev. Just point to what they used."

(Kev points slowly to serrated knife)

"OK, Kev. And where did they use this? Show us on the anatomically correct cutting board."
(Kev takes knife, and looks down)
"Kev, it's alright. No one can hurt you here. You're safe. Just show us what they did. Can you do that?"

(Kev, after a few seconds, starts breathing heavily, freaking out, then starts sawing on the cutting board insanely with the knife, screaming without pause, eyes unfocused)
(someone in the audience breaks down crying, the jury looks shocked, the judge calls for order)





...uh, also, I got two new notebooks. My TA notebook is 2/3 of the way full. These ones are twice as big though, I didn't think of that as a problem...but it does pose a few. One, that the pen doesn't fit snugly in the wire binding, two, that it will take 8 months to fill it. And it is hard to hold...too heavy.

Got a few more things, as well. I got a new digital thermometer. The cutting boards are Real Small and Medium Sized, by the way. And I got two packs, one black, one blue, of new BiC Round Stics! As you may know, Round Stics are my favorite kind of pen.


Long post. Now I am off to be torn between playing Star Wars Rogue Leader: Rogue Squadron II, and cleaning the house. I had my parents pick up SWRL:RSII last Wednesday. It was actually cheaper at GameCrazy than Half.com. Go figure.

A Few Things, Pay Attention, Lend Ear

Okay, first off, I'm making fun progress on TA. I am writing the script now, actually. It's very much fun- I actually am doing something concrete. I think quite often of what I've written, and find ways to improve it. I'm to the point now where Ness is going to buy Jayme and Dan some clothes. So, she's going to get them shirts which say,

Jayme: My Other Shirt Is Back In My Jail Cell (on the back): I Left In A Hurry

And for Dan: I Was A Combat Explosives Trainee... (on the back): Back Before I Blew Up The School. (with a lit stick of dynamite)

I like them. There's going to be a store which sells stuff like this, and has designers on hand. Ness will have a type of unlimited credit card for buying stuff. I'm still having trouble bonding them.

One line I came up with, which I am sure is inspired by God himself, as I had no idea I was typing it, was when I made a parallel between Ness and Moses (seriously, it was awesome). It works well. I really like it. But somehow, they need to make enough of an impression on Ness for her to decide to team with them.

Loosely, the story is, she gets the clearance to arm herself due to her extraordinary powers, and feels led to, you know, do Ness-stuff until something falls into her lap. Then she meets Jayme and Dan, and they all hang out for a while. I am not sure how long, but at least a day- probably more like a week. All the while, there's a manhunt on for Jayme and Dan. Hmm, actually.


After a tad of research, the ExpressPay, and PayPass systems use RFID transmitters instead of the magnetic strip. I don't know how much I would want RFID in TA. I do, however, want instant pay cards.






Second Here is the festering, maggot infested tag of Things I Hate, I told my parents, "Get rid of the cow heads. Bury them. Why did you even get them?"

I don't like to think that I am smarter than my parents. However, I do think certain things through viciously, and, despite myself, I am brilliant, and sharp as a tack.

So when I say something, I expect to be listened to. Heeded, even. It makes sense. Like when I say, "stop scratching the cutting board, what's your problem, you freak?"

Anyone would expect to common courtesy of being listened to. Heeded, even. Much as when I passionately argued against getting two bucks. My Mom even knew I was right, in fact, she had already considered that. However, her love and adoration of goats with balls (apparently--- why else have a total of three of them?) overrided her common sense. I snapped her out of it, and now we saved about $27k in goat costs. I practically made us $27,000 in minutes. Yet, am I heeded?

NO!

"Don't put the cow heads out there." is all I said. I didn't, I mean, I wasn't mean. I didn't brandish a baseball bat, or threaten a soda can in a sock. I just expected to be respected. ExReed.

But NO!

"Oh, I WANT THE COW SKULLS!" my Dad said. Like that's so innocent, and pure.


That's about as innocent as, I don't know, rape.

And that's about as pure as, I don't know, rape.


"Why the hell?" I said. "The horns fall off and everything, they're crap."

"I WANT THEM TO EAT SALAD ON" is the basis of his response. And now, they're out there. A severed head. Rotting. Soon, drug onto the porch, where we can accidentally trip on them, or worse, onto them.

The eyes? The eyes are most likely drying out like raisins. HOW SEXY.

Yeah, NO. I actually saw them out there- both of them- in the sun. It is at least 107 degrees out there. How warm, mmm. ...oh, right. Let me explain. It's cold in here. Very cold. I am desiring warmness, and right now 107 degrees for a few minutes doesn't sound so bad. Sure, I will die, and I'll have to avoid the cow heads, but still.

News flash: I have a new food interest. It is grape leaves. Stuffed grape leaves, actually. Yet I cannot force myself to eat them (they came from a can), despite the Cucumber Dill sauce I made for them, due to the cow heads. I can't do it. I respectfully am not going outside until the cow heads are in a dumpster.






Three, I am going to write a letter to Les Feldick. He is going to die soon I have been meaning to. I don't know what I'm going to say. I am going to write a HUGE letter, much like an unrefined blog post, then refined it until it's a page or so long. Maybe two pages. I will also be sending him a donation, and also, my Mom will be taking the $20 for KLove out of this weeks pay. Isn't that right, Mom?

I just need some things sorted out, and I am hoping he can help. If he can't, I'll find someone else. Maybe a pastor in Sedona...I am not sure if anything came today, although a little birdy told me that probably The People Under The Stairs came. Edit: THAT LYING BIRDY!

Outrage!

Okay, so it was a good night. Much as a full moon glistens on the surface of an unmoving lake while crickets chirp in the breeze.

I had Arby's for dinner. I have a thing for Arby's. I had Arby's when I first got the Wii, and I also repaired the porch that day. Well, a 4'x4' section. I had to go straighten up my room juuust a tad since I wanted the Wii to have a good welcome. I set it in the hallway (it and accessories/games were in a brown bag) and quoted Jesus Christ. I forget what I said exactly. I mean, I remember, but I forget the words. Exact words. You know what I mean.

I had three sparkling waters in the fridge. I don't drink sweetened soda, as it is...well...too sweet. So, I took one to my room.


How I would regret that.

Did I ever tell you I keep a notebook and book light and pen next to my bed so I can write down TA notes? Yes. I do. I have the notebook halfway filled, and it's useful in every aspect of the word. But...the soda spilled.

Normally, the four horsemen would trample through the room, the house would be swallowed up by not only flames of the everlasting inferno (with resentment), but also the ground, opening its killer maw to crush us like a fortune cookie.

An organic, multi-human fortune cookie. However, since this is sparkling water, and not sugar-laden sugar-death, it does not stain or slowly evaporate and concentrate into poison death. As a bonus, the four horsemen do not trample through the room and the house is not swallowed up by everlasting flames of fiery inferno, and also the ground does not open up its killer maw and attempt to crush us like a multi-human fortune cookie.


However. The soda (water) spilled on my TA notes.

As I have previously stated, if this were normal soda, the horsemen, and stuff. So I am grateful I like sparkling water.


I watched a movie, called The People Under the Stairs. It was great! I loved that dude, "daddy." What a psycho! The Answers.com "Plot" is wrong...it is either eyes, ears or tongue. Not all three. I saw, actually, no blind ones. And they could hear I think.


Then I went to write something down in my TA notes. I don't remember what it was. All I knew was, I felt around, and I felt something wet.


And cold.

To my horror, I discovered the spilt water. I sprung into action. I got like eight paper towels and put them between the pages, then sought a source of FLAT and HEAVY. I could not find FLAT and HEAVY in my room. I went to the living room. I thought the VHS tape shelf would qualify as FLAT and HEAVY. However, it did not.

I THEN FOUND THE FILING CABINET!

It was both FLAT (and how!) and HEAVY (not so much!). So I got four one-gallon cans to put on top of it. To make it heavier. I tipped it sidewayes(saywhat?) and put the notebook underneath it. I can now only hope. And dream heavy, and flat, dreams. I may iron the notebook. If I have to.



And now, just the icing on the cake...by the way, Mom, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.


The icing on the cake ... to my horror ... and... I was thinking of Turok 2: Seeds of Evil. How it's a great game. You know, the usual. If it was only more personable, and soft, and warm, like Metroid, I would really love it (like, really). However, Turok is neither personable, soft, OR warm. Turok isn't too personable, and is not soft, and is not warm! Maybe warm in a BAD way, but not warm in that comforting, soft, and personable way.

Then I saw Perfect Dark laying on the floor.

I have mentioned Perfect Dark before. Yes. Joanna (I think that's how it's spelled!) Dark. She is the one who talks, but not too much. Game is based off of the Goldeneye game engine. Has a sequel on Xbox 360 (I think Xbox too) called Perfect Dark: Zero, made after Rare left Nintendo's employ for Microsoft. Rare is said to have pulled Nintendo out of a slump, and made some of -THE- best games on the system (N64, their hayday). Then they cooled down, and Nintendo did not want them I guess. It is said to be a "friendly" leaving. As in, Rare might work for Nintendo again. I am unsure of this. Do your own research on this.

Anyways, I saw some weird thing. Turok 2: Seeds of Evil is rated M. For Mature. For GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, BLOOD, AND GORE (not "quoted," that's just things I could apply). You can shoot holes in thing's chests, and see through them. There are these things called Fireborn, which reside in Lava, and are fire-dinosaurs. You shoot them and can blow them off of their legs, leaving their calves standing there. Shaking.

You can blow somethings head off. Or its arm. You can blow half of a torso off of something, then watch them stumble around, off-balance. You can blow the head off of a raptor then watch them stumble around like a chicken. And then, there's the Cerebral Bore.

M. For Mature.


So I saw this weird thing. It looked like, lol, like an M on Perfect Dark. LOL! Yeah, that's silly. As, Turok 2 has M on it. Not, M and 18+. Just M.

So I picked up the cartridge. Mmm. Plastic. Paper. I am glad that DS uses cartridges still...so anyways...IT DID SAY M!!!

Perfect Dark features shooting. Shooting. Turok 2 features fountains of blood, with limbs and bodies being blown apart. Granted, these are not humans. However, Perfect Dark only features...you know...blood spots on the wall and red-colored "dots" on the soldier's clothes. You get that?

Blood on clothes.

A bit of blood.
Ketchup.
Catsup.

Turok 2 features blood spouting out of (newly formed) open body cavities. Blood spurting out of open body cavities so exaggerated it is on par with the vibrating breasts in newer games which are supposed to be more "realistic." Last time I saw a woman wearing a bikini, her breasts were not rippling (also her bikini was not skintight enough that you could visibly see her breasts rippling under it).

I don't really have extensive experience in games like those, so I may be exaggerating. Just a...disclaimer there. I will do some research some day. But until I find out if I am or not, I am going to continue screaming "SAMUS IS BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM MADE INTO A POPCORN-BALL LIKE MASS OF FLESH!" with an eye-twitch.

...just so you know, if they put anything near those kinds of physics in any Metroid games, I am going to cry. The Super Smash Brothers' Brawl footage is bad enough, but that isn't "rippling." That is bouncing. Which is a normal, healthy activity for breasts.


So yeah. Somehow, someway, Perfect Dark got rated M. That game is E 10+ if anything! It's just shooting people! And not, like, people who suffer! These are NPCs who have no story, and the graphics are not advanced enough to show them bleeding really bad or anything! JUST BLOOD SPOTS!

...but whatever. It's just, what if someones parents went by the ESRB ratings? Man, why even have it there if it's so inaccurate?

See, Perfect Dark would get...Violence, and Fantasy Violence. "T" rating would be fair. Not "Graphic" violence. Splinter Cell? Certainly. Give that an M rating. OH NO WAIT, SPLINTER CELL GOT A "T" RATING!


THE WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET!!!!!!

TA Update

Well, I'm not getting a terribly far distance. In fact, I am going through a faltering period, much as when I was sick. Last time I was sick I completely lost the will to continue on with TA, and for weeks afterward. That's how I remember it, at least.

The old refrigerator (we had three fridges, and we have two stand up freezers, Al Gore would kill himself!) got taken away. Actually, we got our neighbors old one (it had a funny smell, and he's a Jew). So, also, my Dad's job needs a refrigerator. So we gave them our old one. And we WERE going to get this new one, the neighbors, but then we realized how much we LOVE the empty space. We could put SHELVES there for the pans and stuff! Oh baby!

Why is this relevant in a TA update post, you ask? Well, that fridge is where I was putting my tape. I put tape up and write on it with a marker I keep in the kitchen. So when I'm doing dishes or something, or cooking, I can just walk over and write down what I just thought of. It has to be tape so that I can then remove it and put it on aluminum foil, and then keep the hard copy. It's a thing I do.


I feel confident I could do some voices. Hopefully at least one of the main character's, and of course a few others. Such as the dudes who try to con people into buying stuff (think: Chet Rippo).

I still haven't figured out what kind of world they would be in. I don't want it to be as the current world (it might offend some people, honestly), but I also want to be able to make jokes about, say, the French. I was originally thinking of having something crazy happen during the 1500's or so, that changes the way things turn out. See, I also want common things- such as, I want ...say an AK-47, not some unnamed, made-up gun no-one will recognize.

The only problem about an incident occurring in 1500's is that then the US wouldn't have been formed. Of course, I could go off the theory that everything still happened as it did. Which I would.

Then again, I also want different things to happen. Such as, I don't want airplanes. Very few- I will attribute that to society's wishes (such as, people will travel less). Helicopters would be used (somewhat extensively) in their stead. Also, less space exploration. I don't know if there will be satellites.

Also, the continents would be closer together (some of them actually merging). Kings would still be around, albeit they would work off of a different system. I don't have the idea of this down yet, but I do know that the "enemy" (IE, not Team's continent) would have a face, or a King which is ...the popular King I guess. Then the actual King behind him, which doesn't make public appearances, but has the real power. The Face would be the dude who makes the speeches, and he would still have a relatively large amount of power. Also, he would be replaced somewhat often (rarely living out their "terms"), as he dies if the people so choose due to civil unrest.

There would be two MAIN continents, and I would like a neutral continent between them. This one would, well, be neutral. There would be a few other smaller continents (like Australia). Weather would be slightly different. I'd like to see a man-made floating island on the other side of the earth, as the continents will be gathered together more-also, extensive sailing. I need to study up on the continents. What do they call that, continentography?


I am having trouble connecting the chapters. I have bits and pieces of the storyline together, including some serious ending ideas, but I need to think of more pieces. Such as, I can't figure out the beginning (you know, how it connects), but I DO think I have an idea for the beginning "enemy." That's right, I am going about this like I'm making a video game, and there are levels. Brilliance!



I don't yet have a grasp of how ruthlessly, brutally difficult it will be making a series like this by myself. Just making it is hard enough, but then I have to get voice actors to work together. It's bad enough finding someone to voice every once and a while, such as the voice for Ness's, uhh, I can't think of the word. Adoptive father, I guess? He will make appearances near the beginning, really all the way through. And definitely at the end, so I'll need someone willing to continue voice acting for several years.

Then, Ness's voice and, God forbid I need to find a VA (voice actor duh) for Dan. I could imagine, that the only way to fully finish the series, would be years of production. I guess an average Flash episode is like, 8 minutes long. And 15 minutes, people get bored. I would say each episode would take two weeks if I REALLY worked on it- and that's only after I have momentum from previous episodes. Probably a month if I didn't work on it THAT much, and some would probably take only a few days if I already had the stuff drawn and just had to animate a bit and put voices and sound effects.


But the voice actor for Ness would, first off, have to be talented. Which would cut off at least 95% of people I would meet in real life- it takes soo much more than the ability to act to be a voice actor. Then, she would have to stick with voice acting- probably often- for years. Or, I could go the other way, and animate it all, then in a few years add sound and voice acting. But boy, that'd be slow work with little payoff until I begin adding voice actors and publishing, also, I'd miss out on any suggestions they may have, and their acting of the characters lines may call for differing expressions or actions, or even lead to a different event occurring. You know?



Of course you do. So now you're somewhat updated, and I've thought out my plans somewhat. I do feel a strong leading from God to join a church. This would open alot of doors.

Like Les Feldick says, God generally talks to you by open and closed doors. If a door is closed, you don't push it, you just wait for the open door. And like Hal Lindsey says, God knows what's good for you, and praying for Him to change that will not end up right. Rebecca St. James is playing right now. I love this song. "Forgive me."


Soo, Song of the Day is "Forgive Me" by Rebecca St. James, on her If I Had One Chance To Tell You Something album!



SAMUS ARAN SAMUS ARAN METROID METROID PRIME OMG METROID PRIME SAMUS ARAN HAH! Metroid tag!1

Woman Convert to Islam Plots Bombing out of Loooove

That's right. Loooove.

Link-

And Link.


I'm definitely putting some psychotic broad like this in TA. Real-life events are so crazy they make for good drama.


...speaking of which, why are events such as retaliatory bombings of sorts played up to be so dramatic? They hit us, we bombed the bloody hell out of them, they died, life goes on. Why recreate it and distort facts as hard as they can (think: Steven Spielberg's "Munich")?

Remember that one bombing on that one beach in that one town?

So I followed this Link

...from WorldNetDaily.com. I thought I could trust it, seeing's how it was linked from WND. I am however convinced it is a scam. It is a combat course offer from a Lt. X (who has such incredible information, his name is secret- although, it is all over the Internet despite his efforts!), and I thought I might be able to find something to use in TA.

Before I came to that conclusion, through recognizing how violent his ranting is mostly (crushed bones this, etc etc), however, I signed up for their mailing list. So now I have to get the dude off my back, and not just by clicking the "unsubscribe" link, or ordering his product and learning how to get a guy off your back and instantly end the fight (while winning the lottery!).


No, this calls for a prank email. YES. So I tapped on my keyboard, this note here. In response to his email thanking me for signing up and stuff. Here it is:

Deer Sir Lt. Mr. X,

I am open-pittedly saddended to be discovarying that your website wont security for Fox Fire web seeker, only Microscan and NetRune web scanners. I do not hawknowledge to clean up this infortunating encedent, and will are having to forced and closing for my sunscription alerts.

Open-pitted remorvefulness,


Affencially,

S

(spellcheck faints)

Hehehe. That ought to teach him. I sent a complaint to Joseph Farah, I can expect the ad gone tomorrow. Well, maybe not, but that DID happen on Amazon. Some punk put up a guide to smoking pot, I reported him (yeesh, I was the only one out of the other 600 viewers) and the next day he was gone. The punk.



You might call me a do gooder, but like Professor Farnswerth(sp?) (prof. on Futurama), I assert that HE was a do badder. The Prof. said that with his younger girlfriend, people accused him of robbing the cradle, and he turns it around and accuses her of robbing the grave, as he is so old.


Man that show pales in comparison to Walker. Please welcome the "Hehehe" tag, reserved EXCLUSIVELY for me playing pranks or jokes. I'll make a Mudkips post in a few days.

In Other News-- Things Kev has been Doing and Thinking.

Hi! Third post this afternoon. Seeing's how this is my "off" night. Kinda. Man, my Mom's teapot I got her, for her Mother's Day/Birthday combi surprise, I used it today. Nifty thing. Doesn't whistle loud enough... but yeah, we also got her some tea. It's "Yogi Tea "Healing Formula", Green Tea, Kombucha, Made with Organic Green Tea." YEEGK. But it's delicious. So I will have some of that from time to time.
I watched part of a show yesterday on the Woman's channels. Lifetime, or LMN, or Oxygen, or one of those, about rape. Some lady got really drunk at a college party, then went to a bedroom with some guy, guy also very drunk, and got raped. Now, I don't know about you, but when I watch a movie about rape, I would prefer the rape to be...more...um...less of the lady getting too drunk to stand, y'know?


So, when I first got my DS Lite, my room was a bit messy. Oh boy. There goes Little Jihad (LJ, my Mom's killer pitbull, AKA TOATT), into the bathroom. He goes in there, then the door shuts behind him, and he's trapped for hours. Poor guy. I will go let him out, then let him outside. He has been wanting outside for the last hour.

So anyways, I didn't have anywhere to put my DS Lite. I mean, I could have put it in a traditional place, like on the dresser or something, but I instead set it on the Resident Evil DVD case on the floor. I noticed after a week or so I had been doing this, and it stuck.

The only problem is, I got rid of my Resident Evil DVDs. They're kind of...you know...a little... wicked, I think is the word? They're not so bad to watch on TV. Because, I don't know, you don't "decide" you want to watch a violent film with an wicked underline. So a few weeks ago, when I cleaned my room (I would link, but I dislike blog posts which have tons of links, effectively making the blog post AS LONG AS MARS), I threw out the Resident Evil 1, 2, and Bad Moon DVDs. I kept the Resident Evil DVD case, however. I have it in my dresser as my DS Lite's docking station.

Or, in other words, that's where I put my DS Lite when I sleep. I am thinking I want to be rid of the case too however, but I would need a replacement. I am considering my Metroid Prime 2: Echoes case (with game inside of course). That's Samus, AND it's a case! Two great things in ONE!


...and that also brings me to another thing I was pondering whilst getting water yesterday. If Samus without her suit (or Zero Suit Samus), is Samus naked, hold on, gotta go open the gate for my folks.

Okay, back now. My shirts have arrived. Second Day Air. I shop from some places which ship fast, apparently. But, if Samus without her suit...or, Zero Suit Samus, which is Samus wearing a flight suit... is Samus naked... and ...in MP2...Samus is shown in her flight suit...that means...I'VE SEEN SAMUS ARAN MEGA-PORN! OH MY GOSH!

GOD, CLEANSE MY FILTHY SOUL!!!












Ness and Dan watching The Matrix, sitting on couch, Ness on left, Dan on right.

Ness:
"...I wish I could dodge bullets like that."
Dan:
"Hah. You can't. You're too slow."
Ness:
(looks at Dan annoyedly)
Dan:
"What? It's true. We should call you, "the Ninja Turtle." Because you're so slow, you're like a turtle."
Ness:
(looks away from Dan, looking forward and to the left, narrowing eyes slightly)
Dan:
"Aheh. You know. Like, uh...you know, Ninja Turtles are pretty fast..."
Ness:
"...yeah so how much you wanna bet if you ran to that door I would beat you to it, and then give you a REALLY bad hair day?"
Dan:
"AHEH, well, uh, I...see..." (Dan jumps up, screams "NINJA TURTLE!" and runs for the door, Ness gives chase)

Kev Isn't Blogging As Much (A Generic Update Post)

Yes, instead, I have been helping my horrific shyness. The way I've been doing this is posting on a message board. It's getting easier, and I'm helping noobs. Everyone wins! I've been thinking of adding to my sig, "Saved by the Bell Lamb." The board I am on happens to have a few Christians on it, which I've NEVER seen in any board before. It's a pokemon board. Lol.

It's really great therapy. My hope is I'll one day by this be able to step foot into a game shop. Maybe not. Maybe so. Maybe I'll just go on a murderous rampage. Mwahaha. It sure does help my thought processes though, having to type real fast, consider if the topic is moot at this point or not, or my response has already been answered. Oh well.



Last Wednesday, I went and got water. As I said, me and my Dad went and got water last Sunday. So I only had to get two loads for us! And one load for the Thirsty Wolf. The first load, though, I uh...well, the pump wouldn't shut off. It let me enter my code twice, and wel (we'll get that typo in editing, like men!), there you have it. It spilled over 300 gallons lol, it was hilarious. I was looking for a shut off valve, then I finally thought "huh, maybe if I just turn the key off..." and there you have it. It turned off, I was so relieved.

Then when I got our second load, I actually thought we'd need 500 more, but instead we have a 400 gallon surplus! Yay! What a great surprise!



For dinner last night, we had hamburgers. I had cooks' block today, as well, sometimes I just don't have the inspiration to cook. Pizza sounds good to me, as I'm making steak, and I don't enjoy steak. Or porkchops. That's strange, cause I love diced pork, and I love hamburger/roast, but not the "steak" kinds of them. Maybe I'm a vejitareean.


Also I had another snake dream. The one with the snakes we tried to catch to eat.



I'm being haunted by this thing of going to Israel next year. We believe the guy who told me that is a conman of some sort, but we're not sure. I definitely don't want to disobey God, but at the same time, I don't want to proobey him, either. If you know what I mean. I'll make a post about this when I'm in the mood to, under the guise of a TA update.


Speaking of which, I've been tiiired lately. I have been passing out halfway through Walker. I just go, "man, I'm way too tired, this isn't worth it to not just go to sleep." I feel a little depressed now that I think about it. Hmm. I'll think on that sometime.


And I guess that's about it. Oh! It also was stormy lately. And it rained lightly once! And the lights flickered during a particularly bad wind storm.


The only thing I like about the summer is when the dust storms come. Giant walls of dust, blowing hot air on you, along with dirt and debris. Something about it is just awesome. Like standing in front of an oven and rubbing sandpaper on yourself.










Jayme, Dan and Ness are standing on the top of a hill, looking out on the landscape.

Jayme (audible thoughts):
"As I looked upon the forest below, my eyes were drawn to Nessa's sideblade, attached, in a manner somehow qualifying as gracefully, to her thigh. Some day I would have to find out how that is.

But then something came over me. I had this sudden urge. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I knew it wasn't good. I took a step back, then reached out, and shoved Ness down the hill. In hindsight, I thought she would stop tumbling sooner."


Dan:
"Oh man! What'd you do!"

Jayme:
"I dunno! I just pushed her!"
Dan:
"Dude! She's gonna be PISSED! Eight year olds do stuff like that, not you!"
Jayme (overlapping Dan's talking):
"What am I gonna do wha-am I gonna do!?"
Dan:
"Ohjajy okay jump down the hill too, she'll have empathy on you!"

Jayme (audible thought, while looking at Dan, trying to decide it if was a good idea):
"Once more, in hindsight, Dan's idea might not of been the best one. The best idea would have been to not push Ness in the first place. Surely she had caught herself by now, and would be... annoyed at best. I figured, it was stupid to push her, it must require a stupid solution. So I jumped down the hill. I rolled faster than she did, or at least I think I did. I wasn't sure what was broken, but I knew I hit something pointy and cactus-like, and I was bleeding from somewhere..."

Hold Up, Wait a Minute

Put a little love in it!


I've been reflecting. Uh oh, you say. Uh oh, indeed.


Well, usually, things in my life happen because God is playing another prank. Usually His pranks turn out pretty good though. Examples, that one time ...and the other time... OH, and when I was sick on my birthday.


I'm reminded of what Paul said (Philippians 4:11):


11: Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.


I feel the same way with this statement as I did the first time I played Metroid Prime. If Samus can do this, I can. I'm not psycho. But if Paul can live by that, I can live by that. Doesn't mean I have to like it, but I can live like that.

It's not such a horrible curse, not being able to use computer chairs. It's just so inconvenient; all the cool kids have desktops for mouse using, and all the cool kids have external speakers on their desktops, and they also have full-size keyboards. They also have the coolest kids as pals! And here I am, complaining even though I have a laptop which I can use! Ooh! Life is just so hard.

[/sarcasm]

Still, seeing's how I can't really sit down and draw for more than twenty minutes, I will have to make little "chips" and "nags" at it like I've been doing. Fun. It's actually better if I think about it...actually...no. What angers me, though, what really toasts my crackers, is thinking I can't do it.

I've never thought I had to prove anything. I don't know what it means. I have no idea. I've never experienced it before. Does it mean I hate myself? Does it mean I'm a narcissist? I don't know! Does it mean I've been spineless all my life? Or that I'm turning into a- gasp- a closet drunk?



Logically, as I brainstorm with ...myself...with my limited, one-minded rapport...it only makes sense that it's related to this being my dream. I never knew what a dream was. I never had dreams. Never once in my entire life. Sure, I've had short-lived dreams, like the dream of being sick on my birthday (fulfilled, 16th birthday!), or my dream of having a laptop (fulfilled, August 2006). But dreams like that are just the cheap whores of the dream world.

So what conclusions do I draw? Well, ...obviously... I don't know. I suppose the first step is to research just what a dream is. And try to find out what it means, psychologically speaking, to have to prove something. Until then, I will be listening to the CD I ordered by Family Force 5. The song that got me to order the CD is on Gotee Record's site. All the music is great (Dec. 2007 note: I am referring to the music on Gotee's site, not the FF5 CD), but if you want to listen to that particular song and don't have time to waste (dude, you're on a computer- get with the program!), click Love Addict.



Song of the Day is Love Addict by Family Force 5 on their Business Up Front, Party In The Back: Diamond Edition, and also their non-diamond edition CD by the same name.

Dec. 2007 update: After reviewing the FF5 CD, it seems non-Christian. Only the last few songs are near Christ-glorifying, and those, if memory serves, were not included in the "non-diamond" edition. Count it as secular music; on top of the lack of Christ-glorifying songs, there is an unpleasant centering on partying, being better that others, pride, and girls.

Reflection of Kev

So, I find myself in an often-engaged pattern of thinking up scenes for TA. Not entirely just TA, but humorous jokes, you understand. Flash-oriented. I'm not yet quite sure how damaging this is to my psyche, but I am guessing a lot.



Apparently I have a gift for writing. Thinking out characters, and I have that desire to make the first try worth it, because I might well never get another good idea. Moreover, it appears a lot of things I learn about writing, creating stories, I am already doing naturally and instinctually. Such as how I go over my blog posts 3-4 times and remove grammatical errors.


I am just recording my thoughts here, and that usually helps me figure things out. It works by being completely honest and not trying to trick myself out of absolute truths. Psychologists use this technique, except that they have to trick people. I already have myself suckered into believing anything I tell me- come on, I worship the ground I walk on. Deffy (that's "definitely" for all you in Poland) have that part down.


Writing is very difficult. Be it script or book, they both need extensive planning and painstaking review, as well as fact-checking and calculated improv. Sure, a publisher could assist, or an animator animate, but the scriptwriting would be so difficult, and the let down at the end of finishing the project would be immense (how do people write books?).


But, for example, something I stumbled upon, as an example of things I would have to take into consideration, there's going to be shipping. Do you know what shipping is? Or a ship? Well, shipping is fanboys' perverted fantasies about characters. For example, there is going to be huge shipping about the Dan-Jayme-Ness love triangle- there isn't one, though. But that's why it's called shipping, they want to believe there's one.



Authors, writers, directors, whatever, lead people on sometimes purposely. Pairing a lesbian with another lesbian holding the lead roles of Zena: Warrior Princess would be a great example of this. (Personally, I figured out they were both lesbians before I knew what a lesbian was.)



I have a great interest in psychology, but I don't know how to find books on psychology. My mom can find books like that for some reason...you see, Jayme is going to have training in psychology. Specifically, how to keep people under his command, like any good leader. So it's good that I would be willing to learn a bit of leadership psychology.

You should see the things people do if you pay attention. The things I do when I pay attention. Something I did awhile back in my blog...I forget. But I could see as I was typing it I was revealing something about myself that someone in-the-know could see if they looked. Naivety, stupidity (though that's hard to hide), insecurity, it's all apparent if you know how to look.


Of course, such things are not things to learn about unless one is willing to also learn how to deal with their own intra-personal feelings in regards to their unfairly garnered knowledge of said relating individual...therefore I would not want to learn much about psychology. I oft-times say things in such a way to convey feelings which I do not have, thusly, hopefully effectively, throwing off those who wish to analyze me. These are my thoughts, and I want them to stay that way.

I really just need to know enough to know what Jayme would say in certain situations, and constantly be aware of times when he could say something- as well as the knowledge he would have of people and their actions. Or an idea of what he would have, at least.



Jayme doesn't have a very colorful background. Military, his training was foggy, and Dan's is even less colorful. Ness, however, has a rich history to base things off of- she went to a Private school for Ninjas. How much richer can a background get?

Dan's character is the hardest to develop. Cause he's halfway an idiot, and halfway an nonidiot. Ness's character is the easiest because of her background. And Jayme's is almost as easy as Ness's because I have most of his background made up- simple, repetitive stuff for him.



My brother just awoke, looking for breakfast. I turned on the light in the kitchen so he could actually see while he cooks (I am unsure of why he does not turn on the light), and he's now antagonizing me...ah, here's Forever and Ever Etc.! Hold on. Man, what a beautiful song...uhh...I mean...what a song that is for men. Yes.


I got my brother the ramen-vomit my dad showed me how to make last night (cooked in a garbage bag- it's jailhouse food I'll explain later). It's...well...junk food. Really, real junk food. Ramen noodles, slim jims, anything that's bad for you goes in it. Chili...it's actually good in the way that Frito pies are good. See this Answers.com located definition of Frito pies.


Some things I have to learn that I wouldn't otherwise. Example, I don't usually peruse the Straight Razor forums, but it's important for at least Jayme's development. He always has to be well-groomed continually, as in a equal-rank leader meeting, the commanding leader is decided upon how well-groomed he is.


Speaking of that little tittle about how a leader dispute is handled, I still have to make up the...patchwork of their world. I'm thinking of making them a certain type of people. Like, they don't use airplanes extensively, because they don't like them. Sort of a finicky populace, like the Jews digging up old Israeli gravestones from previously Muslim-controlled roads and putting them back at the grave site. I don't even know what their world will be like; can't be too much like ours as far as continent design goes.

Anyways...none of this matters if I can't sit down comfortably. So that's about where I'm currently at.


Nowhere. And feeling sorry for myself. And slowly giving up the dream. Due to my (most likely mentally-caused) problem of not being able to sit at a computer.

Goodnight. Or...good morning. The post time will say 2:37 AM, but it is...wow, exactly 4:37 AM. Wiggy.

Mission Accomplished

Just so we're clear, previous post wasn't a positive post, it was a written realization that "it just doesn't end!..."



So I made everything I had on my menu, except for Black-eyed peas, but I purposely scrapped those because my parents are traumatized by them...poor guys.

I taped everything I did. Just about at least...I made it into a cooking show; hosted by Cousin Kev. Rachel Ray does a thanksgiving in one hour; me, I took...let's see, I burned one 2-hour tape, then I burnt a 4-hour tape, and I guess I had another hour or two, so about eight hours. I spent, I would say, 16 hours on my feet yesterday.

Sitting...laying down, does not even begin to ease the pain. It makes it worse. I was on my feet the day before yesterday, too. And when acting, well, you ALWAYS sit down as often as you can. It is your duty as an actor. Unfortunately, I don't rehearse, so I didn't get a chance to sit down...and when acting, you carry yourself different- I am a cocky, egotistical chef never without a story to tell on TV- Cousin Kev. That takes alot of energy to display, but man it's fun.

But I digress. (RAMBLING TAG!)


So, here is the menu I prepared.

Thanksgiving in March

• Turkey, Cranberry sauce (made with dried cranberries)
• Mashed Potatoes, gravy
• Potato Rolls
• Pan stuffing (Isn't Pan the name of Gohan's girfrend in DBZ? Is that a play on 'dish'?)
• Green Beans Amandine (or Almondine, or 'with almonds, butter and lemon juice')
• Sauteed Cabbage (Joy of Cooking- Sauteed with onions/garlic, salt and paprika, then baked with sour cream)
• Vegetable Platter (carrots, celery, cauliflower, broccoli, ranch dip)
• Olive and Salami Platter (black olives, green olives, salami)
• Pumpkin Pie, two of them- in Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book, thanks auntie don'twantyoutodie!
• Cinnamon Rolls- that's right, cinnamon rolls on Thanksgiving in March. Alton Brown's. Awesome.

We haven't touched the pies yet. The cinnamon rolls...well, let me tell you a story. A story about the Brother Front.

So, when I get a plate on thanksgiving, I get some mashed potatoes, some gravy, some turkey, some of everything. Don't you? Good. Well, my brother, he gets five cups of mashed potatoes, two cups of gravy, three-to- three and a half cups of turkey, and eight or nine rolls.



Have I ever told you how much I love leftovers?





Particularly, thanksgiving leftovers?







Well, I woke my brother today. Actually, I disturbed his TV viewing. He has to watch ah, ER, or the Man Show, or something. Hey, what's up with their midget fetish on that show anyways? I mean...wow, I thought it was a show for MEN, not a show WITH men... ha, I am so clever!

So he is PISSED at me. First off, he is pissed off that Dad is home. He's mad about it. Because this means his power is gone- he had a disturbed, perverted fantasy that he was the man of the house.

Second, he is PISSED OFF that I made a thanksgiving spread. I mean, come on. When someone makes a complete, way-better-than-average thanksgiving spread, what do you say? "Well this actually sucks quite a bit" or "WOW, look at all this food! Wow Kev! You're awesome!"? Well of course the second. So he got jealous.

He always does this at celebrations. He will start pretending to cry if he has to. Which he did today. Then once everyone's done eating, he takes whatever's left. I really wish I had not perturbed his universe actually.


I find myself depressed.

Song of the Day is Presence (My Heart's Desire) by the Newsboys on their Devotion album.




Dan:
Well yeah, but like, you wear a bra or something right?
Ness:
That is different entirely!
Jayme:
Well no not really, you ever see what happens to those tribal women who don't wear bras?
Ness:
Uhh, no.
Dan:
Speeds their sagging process by at LEAST 40 years. That's the biggest reason.
Jayme:
Yeah, bwecase we don't want that happening to us down there.

Ness pauses, falls down laughing.

Tiger's Attraction to Wii Paddles

My ear hurts. My left one. It feels like I've been listening to music too loud. You know what they sa...hm. I am resting my head on my arm when I type, and when I type, as my uhh...arm...types, it makes a sound like someone hitting a cymbal. PSSH! BSSH!

That's alright I guess. That's my right arm I'm resting my head on, my left one sounds like a bagpipe. Good tune, too. Then the cymbal. BSSH BSSH BSSH PSSH goes my right arm with each touch of a key.


So anyways, my cat's name is Tiger. Well I have two cats. For now we'll concentrate on the eldest, about five years, named Tiger (he got his balls cut off). Pictured at right, floating in tropical bliss. He had a brother (Speedy, all black, green eyes), but his brother is ah...how do I put this...planted? About two-three years ago. You understand, like, he got hit by a car, then his sweet, sweet bodily organs and juices got devoured by various scavenger beasts.



Maybe I shoulda just said he got hit by a car. Anyways the people were kind enough to bury him a little bit. The only problem is he got drug out, then they devoured his sweet, sweet bodily organs and juices.

Actually, it mighta been a truck. Either way, the fact remains. His sweet, sweet bodily organs and juices were devoured by scavenger beasts. Thus this post gets the Death tag reserved for Death, as it was a Death suffered. I feel bad for Tiger and my Mom. Tiger went out to smell his grave. He would lay out there for days just...laying there...he didn't eat or drink...

It took about a week. He would bring dead animals to the grave and lay them there. He would dig a little sometimes, and sometimes he would just meow really loud...more like a like...you know, a moan or something. He missed him so much...he built Speedy a gravestone, too, and kept it stocked with fresh flowers.

Tiger and Speedy pictured at left, competing in the Synchronized Bathing competition in Momsh'room.

...wait (presses earpiece to hear better). Okay hold up...maybe he didn't mourn Speedy's death. Hold on hold on...oops, sorry. I DID make it up. Sorry about that...whew boy...



Okay sorry. I uh, so, after we buried Speedy, we took Tiger out there and he could tell Speedy was buried there, so we kept Tiger inside for like two weeks so he wouldn't get too sad. He really did start getting a little depressed/scared when he smelled his gravesite...poor guy. Speedy, he had his sweet, sweet bodily organs and juices devoured relentlessly and, most likely violently by vicious scavengers. Tiger, he had to deal with the mental trauma associated with losing a brother...much, much worse, right?




I like the Wii system. Awesome system. And I am non-combative when it comes to other systems. I don't have experience with them so I will not pretend to. If someone says, "Man, the Wii sucks. PS3 is SO innovative!" I would probably, you know, break their arms so...I WILL defend what I know, but I won't go making claims about personal preferences, such as, maybe some people like eating ice cream with citric acid sprinkled on top they're called crackheads but that doesn't make them freaks. System preference is a personal thing, and not logically based. That much is obvious if you are intellectually honest.

So I get kinda...like...wigged out...when I see Tiger playing with a Wii paddle. I call controllers Paddles by the way, I can't help it. I say "controller" but I say "paddle" first, then 'controller' is crammed into the last e, and it isn't audible. Try it. Try to say 'controller' in the time it takes you to say the e in 'paddle.' Hard huh? Yes, it is a silent e...so, you know, logically. And all...and uh...yeah...

Dunno what it is he likes so much about them. It's something to do with the cords. I think he thinks they're strings. Or maybe...the Wiimote falls, then drags the Nunchuk with it, so he has fun chasing them? Hmm. I bet that's it. Man...thanks for talking with me, I feel alot better now.

I am failing miserably in getting the water. The garbage cans are out there though, so I will be able to throw more things out. My poor parents are so mentally traumatized. And yet they feel bad for me because I can't sit down...




Song of the Day is He Is Called Jesus (Simeon) by Todd Agnew (uhm and Friends?) on his Do You Hear What I Hear? CD. It has came to my understanding that there are certain songs that are just like...timeless? I think that's the word. Such as God Help Me and The Orphan. Timeless.













(Dan turns on radio, Short Skirt / Long Jacket is playing on Radio, the Team is in a car, Ness in back seat)

Ness:
Is this like a...porno theme song or what?

Jayme looks back and shakes head several times:
You look too much into things.

Ness crosses arms in Ninja disapproval stance *which I have yet to figure out, I think I have Ninja greeting stance figured out*.

(when song ends)
Radio DJ:
That was Short Skirt / Long Jacket, played as the theme song to at the veehehehery least FORTY movies which are pornographic in nature! This is 102.013threeeheheeeey, all porn theme songs, ALL THE TIME!

Dan reaches over slowly and clicks radio off.

Team A Update: One/March19th'07

It has came to my attention that I am going to have to do some serious studying for the world of Team A, as it is my responsibility as a writer and storyteller to experience to the best of my abilities the engagements of my protagonists and their divers[sic] enemies and allies. This means I have to watch for times I get hurt, and mentally chronicle the pain so I know how a person would react. Like when I cut myself. That was priceless. Also, I have to study the various muscles, bones, and tendons of the human body. And I can't really...you know...just CUT myself like that, so it was good experience.

I am gearing up for the many discussions I will have. "Wow Kev, you look like someone tied a brick to a golf club and smacked you in the shin with it." and I'll look at them and be like, "yeah man, I enjoy hurting myself. It's a mental sickness. Is that what you wanted to hear?" That usually gets rid of the scoffers. What was that term I used...ah man...what was it...

Something like "was before"... has... whassa.... BOOM BASSA BOOM FESTIVAAAL. ..DAMNIT! It was a phrase that is popular in its usage though. The usual suspect! That's it! I forget its usage though...hmm...I was looking at...combat boots..whilst I thought of it. Yes I frequent combat boot forums or something, no reason to suspect me of anything. Combat Boots are a very legitimate thing to be looking at. It's like RVing to me. Yes, that's it- recreation. Family vacation. Combat boot.


Let's see...I dunno. This is why I keep a notebook near me at most times I'm deep in thought, and a voice recorder. I think up poetry and stuff (which I personally think is DAMN good if used in a slightly comical sense- where ALL poetry belongs), which makes me in touch with my feminine side, which is a valuable asset, but I forget it easily. I forget it so fast I can't write it fast enough, I couldn't even type it fast enough (the thought of typing, or, spelling, makes me forget what I thought of). So the voice recorder is there - like my Lose my Life (by Saddam and Osama). I wouldn't of gotten that if it weren't for the recorder. It is a parody of tobyMac's Lose My Soul.


One of my dreams? To have a digital voice recorder. It just seems so awesome, you know? The models I have seen go for like $120...man, "Jesus, you are so wonderfall", Rebecca St. James has the best voice evar. Who pronounces 'wonderful' "wonderfall?" Rebecca, that's who. Now where weres I...

Oh yes. I have seen like $120 models that record for 30 hours or somesuch, and connect via USB to transfer to computer. They have a voice activation mode too, and can be left in a room and everything audible recorded. Such as, I could leave it in my parent's car, or better yet, surgically install it in the back of their bicep(s)...no one ever looks there; it is said that 50% of all people in the US have a chip the size of a small microwave installed in their arm, but they just don't realize it. When they do, it is removed and called a tumor by the doctors. That's how cellphones work...too expensive to get satellites up there, and "satellite" TV works off of the system too.

And "satellite" Internet. THANKS SUCKERS KEEP ON WITH THE FRICTION GENERATED ENERGY YEEHAW!

...

I always thought that digital voice recorders would work with an SD card. Guess I was wrong, these are more like iPods or something...


So anyways, it is due time for me to record another entry of things I wrote down while in the kitchen (because it is full now). I keep tape over one cupboard door (effectively layering to make one large piece of sticky, easily ripped paper), and write things on it that relate to TA. Here is an excerpt from last entry:

(removed for being too easily understood) (also removed) (removed- the HH) (removed, too easily understood)

Damn. Let's try again. This time with a fairly early-in-the-plot line.

200-year-fast (removed for being too far into plot)

That one is so highly classified the only record I have is the hard copy and the picture on my hard drive, and it really is only discernible by me, for several reasons; one it is written in pencil;two it is written badly; three it is a...vague sentence let's say. Glad my Mom's camera is able to record these things. I am greedy with my secrets.

Man, I just cracked up reading over those entries. I hope there are other people who appreciate my sort of humor. There is, but will I get a large audience of them, or mainly gore-and-sex-loving freaks? Why shouldn't gore and sex go together?

I report, I decide. The way it was meant to be. Mobile on the Run. (tm)











(Jayme has made Dan and Nessa put their noses in corners as punishment, near earshot of eachother)

Dan:
Man how long do we have to stay here?
Nessa:
If we move he's gonna hurt us.
(pause)
Dan:
...Seemus...what's his problem.
Nessa:
Obviously, he said that so that we would have a common enemy, quell our short-set feuding, and unite together against him.
Dan:
Well it isn't gonna work. I hate you. See?
Nessa:
Yes, instead of making up, let's hate eachother- it's probably reverse, reverse intropsychoproptology.
Dan:
It's like the enigma code of manipulation!
Nessa:
Yes, we should give up as we speak.
(pause)
Nessa:
You know what's creepy?...he could be listening to us right now. Staring.
Dan:
Yeah but don't look. He'll beat you good.
Nessa:
He wouldn't beat me...he'd miss me.
Dan:
NICE!

ION: Nothing to Blog About (TA Script outtakes!)

Today I got two loads of water. I will get more tomorrow. And the next day, what can I say, I am addicted. Apparently.

My arms are killing me. Yesterday I broke a couches spine...really hard to do...anyways, I will make this post short. I'm going to make Gumbo again tomorrow, but I don't think I'll be having any of it; I fear for getting tired of it. I'm gonna make it for a guy named Pete who likes it alot, and for my dearest Auntie whom I will not name as I do not want for being responsible for her death at the hands of crazed fans of my blog. You know who you are (the killer fans)!



Yesterday night I started writing the script for Team A. I got, oh, I don't know. Let me enter it into Open Office and see how many pages...two and a third. Apparently, each page is supposed to be one minute. So I should have two minutes and 33 seconds. I just said that so that you would think I'm too stupid to know that there isn't 100 seconds in a minute. Get it? Well, it wasn't meant to be funny. But I digress. Let me find a timer and read this, and see how many minutes it is. You know, seeing's how I know how long it will all take to take place. Hold on.

Okay, it says 3:40. Timing will be longer, I would say. So probably 4:30 seconds for 2.3 pages. I think the idea is that you fill in with details until it's 1 minute a page. I could do that.

Let's see...4:30 and she's just about to meet Jayme and Dan. So...that'll probably end up being an 8-minute long episode. Ideally, though, I don't want a pause right after she meets them. I don't think I've mentioned it, but Jayme is a leader. He messed up (etiquette during tea-time) and got sentenced to take the forced class of Conducting the Proper Suicide Mission.

You die when you embark on your first mission in that career. Dan also messed up, so they decided (smartly) to flunk CPSM (C-PISM). They went to Improvement Training, and funnelled down the cracks as everyone in IT does, until they got to a guy named "Whippy," who believes that whipping is the only way to improve some people.

Whippy has a machine he invented, an automatic whipper (basically a spinning pulley which spins a whip, the person is tied down and it starts spinning fast). It's rumored to have killed someone before; the whip it uses is braided leather, and the person died of lead poisoning. It is thusly feared as the punishment for not following orders. Some speculate that Whippy made a mistake ordering the braided whip, and spelled it "leadther," thus the lead poisoning.

Jayme and Dan, seeing's how they're friends (Psy torture), are forced to repeatedly whip each other all day long. If they fail in their duties and are caught, they go to the auto whipper.

So, they're a few months into this, and that's when Ness happens upon them. She's being chased (she is on a military compound), then jumps the fence (getting cut up in the process) stopping for a breather, and hears screams and whipping. This is when she takes in the scene for a few seconds then screams "STOP!", like a, I don't know how to explain it. I'll upload a voice clip of it one day. Though it will be done in my boomingly deep, manly voice, and not a voice anything like a girly, breaking teenage puberty voice. I am not a sissy I am a man! Plus, I haven't hit puberty yet. Funny thing, I mean, I am 17 and a half...oh well. We'll cross that road when we come to it, hm?


She had just gotten the "Brick" a few days before. Jayme is not a little impressed; the (a) Brick is an identifier for high-ranking people such as generals or such like that (and she has one), used for confirming high-level promotions and stuff. They chatter about their predicament for a bit, then she demands they come spend a day with her. They have a Hopeless Huddle (she is the main proponent) and decide to go with her.

This sets the scene for, when they return, a parody of when Adam and Eve were hiding from God. It's really hard to write, though. I mean, wow. Like, hmm.


Whippy walking through the compound holding two whips.

WHIPPY
Where are you maggots at!

JAYME
Here, sir. We heard your voice, and we feared, for we are fully clothed.

(before they only had pants, now they have shoes and shirts)

WHIPPY
Who gave you maggots clothing?! Did you escape the compound, which I ordered you not to do!?

JAYME
Yes, sir. A girl named Ness walked up and demanded that we come with her.

NESSA
Me, hi.

Jayme gets the hell scared out of him, and jumps shaking like a, I don't know, rabid monkey. Dan had already known she was there. Jayme coughs several times.

WHIPPY
Wha! Why did you do that?!


Jayme corrects himself (now armed with knowledge that Ness is present)
JAYME
Young woman* named Ness. (this is in the background to the main conversation)


NESSA (answering Whippy)
I don't...really have an answer for that... (furrows brow and nods)

WHIPPY
DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!

Dan steps in front of Ness with a serious look on his face.

DANLY
All due respect, sir...but she's a SUPER saiyan!




That's about all that's concrete. I am not sure what will happen at that point, as I need to develop Whippy more. I suppose he might hit Dan with one of the whips and incur Nessa's wrath. At which point, seeing's how she isn't armed, I suppose her only option would be strangling him. Ninjas are always well-trained in the strangling art.

Anyways, then Jayme and Dan join her (or else they would be killed/tortured, due to Whippy's anticipated anger upon waking up), and they go to get the Brick "cashed." Jayme, seeing's how he got many years of Leadering training, knows how to do stuff like this, of course. Then well, I don't have the rest of the time line thought out. So I'll need to consider that.

And all of this will be rewritten from scratch in a few months once I develop their personalities, and when I've had time to consider the world they're in. Jayme's enforcement weapon of choice will be a custom-made (edited out). I don't know what Dan will be using. Explosives aren't very close-quarters, and maybe that's the idea. I still don't know if there will be guns...that'd be a weapon for Jayme AND Dan. But also would make Ness into swiss cheese. Okay, miniature catapult-guns using explosives? Ahwahah. No, miniature Frisbees packed with explosives.

Dan can't use too many explosives too, though, or there would be ammunition issues. Also, I don't know how fast Ness will be healing. So I'll have to consider that as well. I do believe it will be slower than Wolverine's...I mean, she has to be able to show signs of being cut up...but see, this is why you don't rush into things. I'll see you next year when I consider starting production on Team A.


Song of the Day is Breakfast by (the) Newsboys. Eeevil, lol. I will begin posting more recipes soonish. Goodnight it is too late.

Shrimp Gumbo

You've heard the rumors, the whispers, and the so-called factual secrets, but now you're hearing it straight from the horses mouth! Step on up, boys and girls! Don't be shy, or we'll seek you out and beat you! That's right, what's your name, child?!

Oh really?!?! I had a dog named that once! Yes I shot him! He got one good one in on me before he went though! Right through my pinkie toe! CHOMP! AHhahhah, anyways, let me tell you a tale of Gumbo!

...actually, there's not much to tell. So I will stop talking like a circus attraction
announcer now.

I commented and voted (like I said, I am now a Part!), and raised the overall rating from 4 to 5 stars. Somebody rated it a 1 and said it wasn't real Gumbo out of, most likely, anger and pent-up anger (more of it) towards Alton Brown and his flying machines. Consarned flying machines...


Out of respect for Alton Brown, wielder of the Culinary Triforce of Courage, I will post the link to the recipe in the stead of recreating it here. Here is the link!

hehe. Get it, link? Here is the link? Like, link, as in Link? From the Legend of Zelda? Yeah! Hey, would Alton's token nutritional anthropologist be his Zelda? Get it? She would be the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom, right? Yeah. And Hand would be his Navi! Oh, my goodness, so much parodying, so little skill!


Song of the Day is Woohoo by (the) Newsboys. My Mom started a SOTD (Song of the Day) on her blog today. What she doesn't realize is that I started out slow on my SOTD's, too. Also, that I have the decency and courtesy, not to mention respect to my fellow human beings, to put the song of the day at or near the bottom, not randomly embedded in the middle of a post. That's a very shameful way of getting people to read your blog, and you should be ashamed of yourself, Mother. Feel the raw shame of being shamed on by your son. Shame on you. Shaahayhayhayhaame.

I'm off to eat some of the Gumbo. Have a good night. The Gumbo is really fantastic. I add like, one and a quarter pounds of sausage though. Non-paper, non-computer progress continues to be made on TA. Sometime soon I need to backup my hard drive...more on that laters.

In Other News (Another general update post!)

Well, today I crawled out of bed and went to get some water. We haul our water around these parts, I'm sure I've explained it before. We do it with a 500 gallon tank. It turns out, today is the day our second garbage can arrived. We're uh, doing spring cleaning, let's say. It's not like we magically produce two garbage cans worth of garbage forever.

I only got two loads of water, for a total of 825 gallons. The other 175 gallons went to the trees, cows, and dogs. Damn those cows!

Also, out of the kindness of my own heart (yeah right!), I installed my Mom's new toilet. It doesn't flush. I think it's clogged, she thinks it's the toilet fairy punishing us for not replacing the old toilet sooner. Or something to that effect. I heard her say "...toilet fairy," and "...damn thing cursed us." So I'm not sure.

Now that I've logged that for my personal future use (try not to read it, as that would make me uneasy), onward!


\\
...actually, not much is up. I'm right now browsing books on Amazon...books that would, theoretically, help me learn to draw or, at the very least, be a waste of money.

I found three books some time ago, and now they're at least doubled in cost. Action Anatomy still seems to be priced the same.

Today I made Angel Slices/Bars and Split-Pea soup. The split-pea soup got burned. You know how you have something cooking on #6 for two hours, then you walk away for 20 minutes, and it burns? I think it's okay. The first, or maybe second time I made split-pea soup, I burned it. It had little effect...the only problem is that this smells burnt. Like a...well, have you ever sniffed a log from 2" away whilst it was burning in the fireplace? I haven't, either, but I suggest that's what this smells like.

Tomorrow I get to shell and devein like 60 shrimp. Oh man, those shrimp smell great! It's gonna be like being "FORCED" to cut up vanilla beans!...uhm, anyways, then I will cut up five pounds of chicken...then make Pineapple upside-down Muffins. It's gonna be a 'sharp' day I gayer-runtee! Whoo-boy. Today on Dinner: Impossible, the guy failed. I failed, too. Right about 20 minutes into the show I realized the soup was bruning. Not only that, but it was burning, too!

Huummmm. I thought today was Tuesday. I almost lost another day. Curse my forgetfulness and awe-inspiring procrastinating ability! Work on TA is continuing (wow, I even amazed myself how fast I changed gears on that one), although I really need the ability to sit at a desk to practice drawing fully. I mean, I can draw one meanass apple orange half asleep with my glasses off in the dark in my room, especially if I have a hangover, but I would do tons better at a desk. Ohkay, well, it looks kind of round, and it isn't connected properly. Kind of like an 'o' but more like the 'o' contorted into a 'b', but the reverse 'c' in the 'b' doesn't really connect to the 'I' part of the 'b'. I hope I explained that right.

Okay, one thing I've learned, boiling soup for three hours isn't a good thing to do if your air conditioner is out. I've also learned that even though it is 40 degrees outside, it is going to be uncomfortably hot inside the house with both of its doors open and the air conditioning fan on. That damn fan. Doesn't work worth a damn. Damn. Famn. Hahah. That'll teach it, the jerk. Really though it makes no sense! It's on! It's 40 degrees outside! What do I have to do, open the windows too1/1//1/1/ THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR! THISISNOWWAR!


...


...actually...though it's historically easy to wage war on an inanimate object...that one is spinning REALLY fast. And one time, there was a dead mouse in there...eewww. I don't think I want a jar of that jam, good sir. I assert that it is spoiled.

Seriously though, that shrimp smells heavenly. Nothing like the toilet-bowl smell of the other shrimp. This shrimp is, how you say, "SHRIMPY!" Ahw...wait. Sorry. I thought I had a pun cornered, there. My mistake.

I'll tell you how the Gumbo turns out. I can nay wait! I bet it's "SHRI"...damnit. I'm certain Shrimpy must be a pun for some sort of outrageous assertion...I'll keep my idea center open.


Song of the Day is In Christ Alone by (the) Newsboys. I love the beginning, especially. Todd Agnew CDs did not get here yet. And I didn't get to wave at the UPS man (they're the best to wave at-- just try it! Honk your horn, then wave with a big smile on your face!)

Goodnight.












Jayme:
Great, they're infighting...I should break them up before one of them resorts to biting.
S'Arte:
What are they doing?
Jayme:
Screaming. Fisticuffs, I gather. Nessa is yelling general NOs, Danly is yelling YESs and, I think one or two appalled NOs. There's stuff breaking too. Something about a lumberjack...I thought they were just playing video games like three minutes ago...alright, I'm not sure if that was Danly or Nessa. Time to break them up.
Yan'Moore:
Hey, report back all the steamy details.
S'Arte:
Nice one Yan.
Jayme:
Alright Yan, to begin with, I'd say they wouldn't even be fighting right now if I hadn't lied and told Nessa I was looking at Wookie porn... I'll be right back.
S'Arte:
rofl

"GO"

Well, the fast seemed to produce results. Beware, this post contains religious discussion. Have you heard that they want to start giving warnings on movies like that? Right next to "Graphic Violence" they'll put "Strong Christian undertones." Jerks.

That was a shot at hollywood, by the way. Take THAT, you commie swine!



So, as I started my fast (around noon), whilst praying with Mike and my dad to start it (I'll uhh, have to find that in the Bible some day?!). I got a mental image of halfway through the Old Testament. I've been feeling led to read the Old Testament as of late, and I just love the halfway through the OT point for some reason. So then I went about my day. Slowly the peace of God descended, which I have only felt, as far as I can remember, once in my life, and for no particular reason.

Also, as with the above image, I started developing an image of a word. I didn't know what it was. It was too small to make out.

But first I went about my business in the kitchen. My to do list was

1. Make deviled eggs from the boiled eggs.
2. Make avocado soup.
3. Make a roast, then make baked potatoes.
4. Put the roast into five burritos.
5. Make salsa.
6. Make Banana muffins, and chop nuts for the rest of the week (Angel slices/bars, Mutant Power Bars, and Morning Glory muffins)

So I began with the salsa making. I chopped up about eight onions. I made one and a half quarts of onions (see right), and completed the Salsa. Then I began chopping the nuts (once the kitchen was clean). At about, I think it was 3 PM, I realized I had been snacking on the nuts accidentally. Imagine my horror, my first ever fast, an important one, and I fail three hours into it. I was on the phone with my mom when I realized I had done it. I told her, I said, "OH MY GOSH MOMMY I FAILLEDID!"


I figured, it would only make my stomach hurt more, so it equals itself out. I only ate like 8 pecans worth. I then realized I would be in the kitchen all day, so I gave up on my to do list. I guess I didn't consider the massive amounts of time I can spend in there, hours. I spent over eight hours in the kitchen yesterday.

I then went to open my Bible. I blew the dust off the cover. Once it cleared (okay, actually, I just went outside- the fast was only for eight more hours! The dust wouldn't clear that soon!), I opened it halfway into the Old Testament. It opened to the chapter of Kings, you know, Kings 1:1.

"Hmm, that's strange," I thought. So naturally, I prayed I would find the answer I was seeking. "wonder what's up with Kings. It must be important, if I randomly turned to the first verse."


And of course it just screamed TA. Actually, I think it's the most associated with TA Bible verse I know. Two verses.


1 Now king David was old and stricken in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he gat no heat.
2 Wherefore his servants said unto him, Let there be sought for my lord the king a young virgin: and let her stand before the king, and let her cherish him, and let her lie in thy bosom, that my lord the king may get heat.

I've always associated that verse with Ness. I don't think there are any other verses I associate with the Team...she just strikes me as the kind of person who would do that. Of course, perhaps I am completely misunderstanding the verse. It seems he's old. He's dying. He can't stay warm. Instead of having one of kingy's guards crawl into his lap, they seek a young virgin. (Dec. 2007: see Genesis 24:16.)

So I read Kings, I got to, I think it was chapter 6. It was about 8 PM at that point, and for some reason I got REALLY tired. I call it boot sleep. You fall asleep with your boots on, you understand. So I passed out. I woke up at 10:50 or so...and started praying.

Remember that image of a word I spoke of earlier? As I prayed, I could feel those words getting bigger. As midnight crept nearer (I've only prayed that long like, five times in my life), the words became clearer. Pretty soon, I could make them out.

Have you ever played Goldeneye: 007, or any other Rare game where they use their emblem? You do NOT have to watch the entire video. Just the first few seconds. You'll see a rotating "R." That's what I felt the word's font was.


So, the word (not plural it turns out) said 'GO'. Just 'GO,' in golden lettering akin to the rotating Rare emblem. I wasn't aware of it, but it seemed to disappear right around Midnight, when I stopped praying. Like in Super Mario Sunshine when you have to hit those sludge monsters with FLUDD, and they fill and explode. Just I had to hit this sludge monster with prayer.

What I take it to mean is, GO, do it, thumbs up, I will guide you. Right? Well, yeah. I pray for wisdom, to continue production of TA, or not, and I get the word GO. The Rare emblem connection for me means to not quit being who I've become, because that's going to be important for this work.


So, I talked to Mike the next day. When I told him, he said it meant I should go to Israel, because the golden lettering was, "well, what's going to be made of gold? New Jerusalem." Then he said that the Lord has put it in my heart to go to Israel for the last 1.5 years.


That may well be so, the only problem is, it's been more like three or four years. I've had an unnatural love for the Jewish people and the Holy Land. It's a sort of unconditional love, you understand, but it's starting to die off as I become more aware that Israel isn't the bee's knees. But that's the problem...if the Lord impressed that on him, how come he said 1.5 instead of three or four? So, now Mike is under the microscope.

Also, he suggested I become a Flash artist (animator) as a career..."you know, to make money."

He's in jail for a thing that went on at his company, well, apparently, it was a pyramid scam him and two other people were running. He scammed investors out of three million dollars. Quite impressive. He seems to be very centered around money. Such as, when my dearest dad suggested we open a church, he started going on about how we can hide this money there and do this and that and this tax and that...so, don't quite know what to make of that. He seems to really excel at making cash by underhanded means.



It just doesn't feel right, you know? We've never believed in faith healing. Not for today, the Age of Grace...and we haven't believed in speaking in tongues. We've been under Les Feldick's teachings. Now Mike comes along, and everything seems wrong. Faith healing, speaking in tongues, direct line of contact with God, but has to read other's work to learn scripture (wouldn't God tell him what scripture means?).

I don't know if I believe what Mike says is Biblical. My Mom suggested he sounded like the Pied Piper, dunno how she made that connection. She said he "sounded good, but not in a good way. Like someone stealing your children, get it now, Kev?" to which I replied "Oh, ohkay. I'll put that in my blog."

Whenever I first talked to him, I got mixed feelings. One, that he was someone I needed to talk to. Two, that he was abusive to his family. Especially his children. Don't know why I thought that...I actually still feel like that.

There's one thing, though. He seems to have the Spirit about him.

When he was praying to start the fast, I felt a presence...over my left shoulder. Like something there. You know how you KNOW something is there, but you don't need to look, because you know it's there?

However, it wasn't the presence of God. I've felt a fraction of the power of the presence of God before, and it was nothing like this. This felt, ah, like a human. Just an ordinary being. It had no power, it was just there. Quietly, too.

I could imagine it was just an angel. I could imagine it was just my imagination...or I could imagine it was a demon, or something of the like. Maybe a Lich. A Lich is a demon king, just so you know. Or a corpse. I didn't smell rotting flesh though...and usually, when there's a corpse, you smell rotting flesh. My brother's dead rat can attest to that fact quite ably.


So, what about the claimed miracle healings? Well, my dad seemed quite convinced it was a miracle healing a few days ago. Now, not so much. So I don't know what to think. Neither does my dad. I wish that he would make up his mind.

However, it seems that this is getting very frantic. Mike is teaching things that, to us, don't seem Biblical. It's turning our faith sideways for some reason. It feels as if HE is the authority on this "new Gospel" we're being preached, in the stead of God or his Word. You know how you begin to long for peace with God, instead of wondering about everything?

It's not all that drastic. Not like, "Well, see, Jesus actually had a son- they just never mentioned it in the Book!" More like, "Well, there's this and that, and this." It makes you want to ask him, "So where in the Bible does it say this?", but you don't, because you know he won't be able to tell you.


I talked with my Grandma tonight...she said she had a fearful faith back in, uhm, I think around...I forgot. Sorry g'amma! Anyways, she said that she had been manipulated. I told her he seemed centered around money. She asserted that money was not the root of evil, but LOVE of money is the root of evil. I then informed her he was in monetary trouble. She said we should pray for him. I told her, "Well, he owes three million dollars, it's going to take a lot of prayer."

She laughed. I did too. Really though, the guy, even recently, two days ago actually, tried to get us to join a pyramid scam. It was suggested he needs to really concentrate on pyramid scams now, seeing's how he owes $3 million.


So, we will continue to see this develop. I feel that that was a message from God (that is, to GO). I've actually came up with a point to start the story in TA. For some reason I am able to cententrate on how a script would go. I have no idea why I spelled 'concentrate' 'contentrate'. I mean, if I have to rate content, I will say "rate content," not "contentrate," and even then, I would include a space at the very least...

So, if Mike is evil, why would he preach the Gospel?

Why is it causing us to doubt him so?


I stand by my thought that most of this was for us to meet Mike. Since I've met him, I've experienced fellowship with other Christians. Such as he, and such as my Grandmother. Mike, though, it seems every time I talk to him, he is a little less ah, has less impact, let's say.

It really makes me grateful to God for my dad. Oh, man. They need a site. "God or Not?" Get it? Like Hot or Not, but God or Not. Tha...okay, well, I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA. I fake thinking YOUR ideas are good. I mean, you know...sometimes. I-...uhh, yeah.


I pray God that he helps me to accomplish the goals I have set for myself for this month, unrelated to TA.





S'Arte:
Oh yes, the rash was all over him. Up and down his back, legs, his arms, even his face. In fact, even his mouth. He couldn't eat properly, actually.
Yan'Moore:
Wow. So what did you do?
S'Arte:
We shot him
K'Luade:
You mean like a needle?
S'Arte:
no