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I ♥ Richard.
Monday, February 22, 2010
LFG!
Hilarious web comic. Read like half of it last night. Yay 4 AM bedtime.
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I ♥ Richard.
http://www.lfgcomic.com/
I ♥ Richard.
Work Today II
Ever since I was a little kid, I've loved the rain. It was always an odd little quirk of mine, and rather inexplicable. Inexplicable, even to me, and I'm the person with the odd obsession. I've always felt like rain gives the world a nice warm bath, it makes everything all new and fresh, it washes away the dirt, the grime, and the unpleasantness. I love the smell right after; it's just so sweet, so delicious. I've always figured that if it had a taste it'd probably taste somewhat like a fruit smoothie with a touch of peppermint. Crisp, fresh, pure. Because of this mass love of the rain, I've always ran outside, sometimes to jump in puddles and be silly- rolling like a five year old was sometimes my style -or just to hold still and listen to the soft rhythms the pitter-patters of the droplets create on the thirsty Earth's surface. The rain - so calm, so soothing, so the entire reason my life is anything but usual.
Yep. This is one of those stories.
Now-- because I do love the rain so much, and I do not exaggerate when I say I always ran out to enjoy it, one fine afternoon, a little after a sandwich from the local Delyani's even, I was out in the middle of a thunderstorm. What can I say? Lightning always sparks my imagination, and my imagination is my escape from anything and everything negative on Earth.
Anyway, this thunderstorm was one of those mini-hurricane type things that we got about once every five years back in Rancho Cordova, it was the sort that sometimes caused the power lines to crash, fences to blow over, and flags to be whipped around so furiously they could actually be considered whips. Intense stuff, don'tcha know.
I ventured out to the middle of my lawn, on to the weird metal box thing that had been there ever since me, my Mom, and my little brother had moved in. We'd been living there almost ten years and we still had no idea what it was for, but I found it to be a rather convienent seat for enjoying, in this case, the force of nature. I'd always enjoyed being in the front row, the person right at the tip of the action-- well, the person observing the tip of the action, because I didn't really do a whole lot besides usual life. Life just always had, kind of hit me, and I'd always been okay with that fact. What happens, happens. Once I was settled and comfortable, which took a second because I had to adjust to the little rivets that lined the box, I took deep breaths, so that my lungs would fill with that crisp peppermint feeling I adore so much. The natural rhythm of my heartbeat kept my breathing in line. Calm, peaceful, simple. I just closed my eyes and floated away, away to my own world. I didn't care that my butt was sopping wet or if I caught a cold. I'd get over it. My usual resentment toward wet denim was quelled by my imagination. I'd say I've always been a day dreamer, and at that moment in time, I had soon become so enveloped in my own thoughts, my own physical being, that I'm sure I was in some sort of a trance. I was away-- floating-- in clouds, space, or something. I don't even know what I think about half the time. It's just beautiful, fantastic, and much better than the usual world.
Of course, because I was in a nearest state I had ever been to Nirvana, the world, pretty literally, had to come crashing down on me.
Literally.
So, I kind of forgot to mention that sometimes I lack in the common sense department. Basically, the winds around me were picking up, and very well nearing extremley dangerous speeds- I could feel my wet hair slapping the sides of my near frozen face - but the cold slaps were completely irrelevant. I was just in such a state of bliss that danger was pretty much a concept as foreign as Scandinavia. Who the hell gets hurt in their daydreams? That's just silly.
I opened my eyes for a split second to notice a tree. A tree moving toward me. A tree, blown over by the winds, crashing toward me. Plummeting toward me. Me. Tree. Ow. I sighed and closed my eyes, and then it hit me. Boom. Blank.
Because this is one of those stories, I didn't just like, die, become horribly mangled, or get crippled for life or anything.
I kind of went to another world.
Sweet.
My eyelids fluttered open to reveal a winter wonderland, something like out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Except it wasn't. Not that story. I figured that if I was hallucinating, in a coma, or otherwise trapped inside my own head, my world would be much more original, but maybe my mind had taken some ideas. That is, if I was in my mind. I fumbled around to find myself in a bed of snow, and a light blanket of soft snowflakes draped carefully over my body. I at first thought how odd it was that the frozen water was comforting, and how strange it was that I was not dying of hypothermia or uh, the recent collision with a tree. I wasn't shivering, I wasn't even cold. Was this frostbite? Were my toes going to fall off? Did they already fall off? Did the tree knock them off? How was I not dead, anyway? Why was there no pain, no broken bones, no minor sign of being injured whatsoever? What the crap? I blinked my eyes in utter confusion.
I shook off my blanket, and watched the cotton flakes reflect the minuscule amount of sun that was attempting to peek out from behind the white skies. I took a little gander around me, and took my surroundings in. It took a second for my brain to process them. I realized that I was in the middle of a giant pass surrounded by the white flurry that is a blizzard. Ice. Snow. Hail. Have I mentioned that I lived in California? In the Central Valley? Snow? What the hell? Why was there snow? I only even know what a blizzard was thanks to Little House on the Prairie.
My bafflement was soon interrupted by this new world hitting me.
Apparently, worlds make a sport of abusing me. That's fun.
A carriage, drawn by horses, or something that looked like horses, came around a bank and roared into my view. Its wheels ricketed and rattled and spewed snow absolutely everywhere. Against the blizzard, it looked like a giant white yeti, bounding toward me on all fours. Kind of terrifying. As it passed me, two figures abandoned ship, and conveniently rolled right into me.
Oh dear, I thought, rolling my eyes. Now I've got to deal with this. Fun fun fun. I sighed, and just hoped they were human and I could communicate with them. Communication is a cool thing. I really like words and stuff. Even though I wasn't freezing to death, which still confused the hell out of me, my stomach was telling me that I hadn't become immune to it's cries of "FEED ME!" so I had to find something to quell that little annoyance, and the sooner the better. Me without food is a demon that destroys all, consumes all, and that shall not be named. I was sure of myself to know that I could deal with people for long enough to "borrow" some food.
I peered over at the slumps on the frozen terrain, they had a humanoid shape, so I started to make my way toward them, crawling and creeping ever so slightly, until I could make out more distinct features. I noticed normal eyes, noses, ears, even facial hair. Men.
I breathed a short "Oh thank God" sigh of relief, and decided to make sure the more rigid and unhappy looking slump was still able to function. That damned stomach of mine was getting to be rather furious, and it's tone was nearing that of an abusive stepmother's more and more.
As my hand reached toward the neck of that unhappy slump, I felt my balance immediately usurped, and found myself slammed to the ground, with a knife conveniently placed about my neck. The only thing I could think, besides the sharp pain in my lower back caused by the impact, was, "Oh, it's going to be one of those days. Freakin' fantastic."
I stared into the eyes of the man who had pinned me down. Chilling ice daggers. Oh dear lord, what madness had I stumbled upon? All I wanted to do was enjoy the rain...
He grumbled at me, "Don't move."
I complied. Didn't really have an issue with his order, either. He was at least ten times bigger, and ten times more in shape than me. Was not going to fight that. Oh hell no.
The slump I'd attempted to check the pulse of came to and sat up awkwardly in the snow. He tilted his head, and glanced over at the scene next to him. He chuckled lightly, and spoke.
"Tobias."
"What..?"
The ice daggers released me. Phew. I didn't ever want to be in a staring contest that intense again...
"Do you always have to be so damn dramatic? Let the poor thing go."
Tobias, the big guy, grunted, retracted his blade, and picked me up by my shirt collar, which promptly ripped it, and I wouldn't say I was set, nor tossed, but I ended up sitting up on the ground somehow. My back still hurt. Ugh.
The other guy crawled over to me and waved at my face to make sure that I hadn't been too horribly mortified by his companion's "over-dramaticness". He had deep brown eyes. They almost seemed to smolder or ember, but their general luster gave off a presence of warmth and comfort. I liked him almost as immediately as I had been thrown on the ground just a minute earlier. He smiled a sheepish, cheeky smile at me, and asked my name.
I took a breath and told him that I was Amymone, but I much preferred to be called Amy, since Amymone was such an odd name. Odd name. Odd person. Amymone. Me.
"Where you from miss?"
"California."
"...what?"
"California!"
"What's that?"
"...what?"
I squinted my eyes at him, and he proceeded to do the same. We just sat there, and stared at each other, both dazed and confused by the other's words. He didn't know what California was...?
Tobias, who had been watching our little game of who can confuse the other more, grew sick of his free entertainment, and decided that the show would not go on. He proceeded to knock both mine and the other guy's heads together, like two balls in a Newton's Cradle. I would have found it more amusing if our heads had retaliated and collided again, because I've always liked those things, but, our reactions were more of the "Ow, damnit!" sort, with a side of head rubbing and grumpy glares at Tobias. Well, the other guy did, 'cause my feeble little grumpy glares would turn tail and run at the mere thought of Tobais' ice daggers. He picked us both up by the back of our clothing, and placed us upon our feet.
"Okay, so, um," I stuttered, "Where the hell am I?"
"You're on the border of Haggernon and Amanthia!"
"...what?"
I think I felt my jaw hit the ground. Kind of like how they do in a cartoon. I wasn't really all that amazing at geography, and God knows I didn't know all the countries of the world, but I'd never, ever, heard of Amanthia or Haggernon. Was I in some weird part of Russia or something? What the hell--
Ice daggers.
I stopped being confused real quick-like. I wasn't about to get my head hit again. Pain is too much effort, and I wasn't a fan of headaches, either. Why did Tobias have to be so big and grouchy...
Yep. This is one of those stories.
Now-- because I do love the rain so much, and I do not exaggerate when I say I always ran out to enjoy it, one fine afternoon, a little after a sandwich from the local Delyani's even, I was out in the middle of a thunderstorm. What can I say? Lightning always sparks my imagination, and my imagination is my escape from anything and everything negative on Earth.
Anyway, this thunderstorm was one of those mini-hurricane type things that we got about once every five years back in Rancho Cordova, it was the sort that sometimes caused the power lines to crash, fences to blow over, and flags to be whipped around so furiously they could actually be considered whips. Intense stuff, don'tcha know.
I ventured out to the middle of my lawn, on to the weird metal box thing that had been there ever since me, my Mom, and my little brother had moved in. We'd been living there almost ten years and we still had no idea what it was for, but I found it to be a rather convienent seat for enjoying, in this case, the force of nature. I'd always enjoyed being in the front row, the person right at the tip of the action-- well, the person observing the tip of the action, because I didn't really do a whole lot besides usual life. Life just always had, kind of hit me, and I'd always been okay with that fact. What happens, happens. Once I was settled and comfortable, which took a second because I had to adjust to the little rivets that lined the box, I took deep breaths, so that my lungs would fill with that crisp peppermint feeling I adore so much. The natural rhythm of my heartbeat kept my breathing in line. Calm, peaceful, simple. I just closed my eyes and floated away, away to my own world. I didn't care that my butt was sopping wet or if I caught a cold. I'd get over it. My usual resentment toward wet denim was quelled by my imagination. I'd say I've always been a day dreamer, and at that moment in time, I had soon become so enveloped in my own thoughts, my own physical being, that I'm sure I was in some sort of a trance. I was away-- floating-- in clouds, space, or something. I don't even know what I think about half the time. It's just beautiful, fantastic, and much better than the usual world.
Of course, because I was in a nearest state I had ever been to Nirvana, the world, pretty literally, had to come crashing down on me.
Literally.
So, I kind of forgot to mention that sometimes I lack in the common sense department. Basically, the winds around me were picking up, and very well nearing extremley dangerous speeds- I could feel my wet hair slapping the sides of my near frozen face - but the cold slaps were completely irrelevant. I was just in such a state of bliss that danger was pretty much a concept as foreign as Scandinavia. Who the hell gets hurt in their daydreams? That's just silly.
I opened my eyes for a split second to notice a tree. A tree moving toward me. A tree, blown over by the winds, crashing toward me. Plummeting toward me. Me. Tree. Ow. I sighed and closed my eyes, and then it hit me. Boom. Blank.
Because this is one of those stories, I didn't just like, die, become horribly mangled, or get crippled for life or anything.
I kind of went to another world.
Sweet.
My eyelids fluttered open to reveal a winter wonderland, something like out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Except it wasn't. Not that story. I figured that if I was hallucinating, in a coma, or otherwise trapped inside my own head, my world would be much more original, but maybe my mind had taken some ideas. That is, if I was in my mind. I fumbled around to find myself in a bed of snow, and a light blanket of soft snowflakes draped carefully over my body. I at first thought how odd it was that the frozen water was comforting, and how strange it was that I was not dying of hypothermia or uh, the recent collision with a tree. I wasn't shivering, I wasn't even cold. Was this frostbite? Were my toes going to fall off? Did they already fall off? Did the tree knock them off? How was I not dead, anyway? Why was there no pain, no broken bones, no minor sign of being injured whatsoever? What the crap? I blinked my eyes in utter confusion.
I shook off my blanket, and watched the cotton flakes reflect the minuscule amount of sun that was attempting to peek out from behind the white skies. I took a little gander around me, and took my surroundings in. It took a second for my brain to process them. I realized that I was in the middle of a giant pass surrounded by the white flurry that is a blizzard. Ice. Snow. Hail. Have I mentioned that I lived in California? In the Central Valley? Snow? What the hell? Why was there snow? I only even know what a blizzard was thanks to Little House on the Prairie.
My bafflement was soon interrupted by this new world hitting me.
Apparently, worlds make a sport of abusing me. That's fun.
A carriage, drawn by horses, or something that looked like horses, came around a bank and roared into my view. Its wheels ricketed and rattled and spewed snow absolutely everywhere. Against the blizzard, it looked like a giant white yeti, bounding toward me on all fours. Kind of terrifying. As it passed me, two figures abandoned ship, and conveniently rolled right into me.
Oh dear, I thought, rolling my eyes. Now I've got to deal with this. Fun fun fun. I sighed, and just hoped they were human and I could communicate with them. Communication is a cool thing. I really like words and stuff. Even though I wasn't freezing to death, which still confused the hell out of me, my stomach was telling me that I hadn't become immune to it's cries of "FEED ME!" so I had to find something to quell that little annoyance, and the sooner the better. Me without food is a demon that destroys all, consumes all, and that shall not be named. I was sure of myself to know that I could deal with people for long enough to "borrow" some food.
I peered over at the slumps on the frozen terrain, they had a humanoid shape, so I started to make my way toward them, crawling and creeping ever so slightly, until I could make out more distinct features. I noticed normal eyes, noses, ears, even facial hair. Men.
I breathed a short "Oh thank God" sigh of relief, and decided to make sure the more rigid and unhappy looking slump was still able to function. That damned stomach of mine was getting to be rather furious, and it's tone was nearing that of an abusive stepmother's more and more.
As my hand reached toward the neck of that unhappy slump, I felt my balance immediately usurped, and found myself slammed to the ground, with a knife conveniently placed about my neck. The only thing I could think, besides the sharp pain in my lower back caused by the impact, was, "Oh, it's going to be one of those days. Freakin' fantastic."
I stared into the eyes of the man who had pinned me down. Chilling ice daggers. Oh dear lord, what madness had I stumbled upon? All I wanted to do was enjoy the rain...
He grumbled at me, "Don't move."
I complied. Didn't really have an issue with his order, either. He was at least ten times bigger, and ten times more in shape than me. Was not going to fight that. Oh hell no.
The slump I'd attempted to check the pulse of came to and sat up awkwardly in the snow. He tilted his head, and glanced over at the scene next to him. He chuckled lightly, and spoke.
"Tobias."
"What..?"
The ice daggers released me. Phew. I didn't ever want to be in a staring contest that intense again...
"Do you always have to be so damn dramatic? Let the poor thing go."
Tobias, the big guy, grunted, retracted his blade, and picked me up by my shirt collar, which promptly ripped it, and I wouldn't say I was set, nor tossed, but I ended up sitting up on the ground somehow. My back still hurt. Ugh.
The other guy crawled over to me and waved at my face to make sure that I hadn't been too horribly mortified by his companion's "over-dramaticness". He had deep brown eyes. They almost seemed to smolder or ember, but their general luster gave off a presence of warmth and comfort. I liked him almost as immediately as I had been thrown on the ground just a minute earlier. He smiled a sheepish, cheeky smile at me, and asked my name.
I took a breath and told him that I was Amymone, but I much preferred to be called Amy, since Amymone was such an odd name. Odd name. Odd person. Amymone. Me.
"Where you from miss?"
"California."
"...what?"
"California!"
"What's that?"
"...what?"
I squinted my eyes at him, and he proceeded to do the same. We just sat there, and stared at each other, both dazed and confused by the other's words. He didn't know what California was...?
Tobias, who had been watching our little game of who can confuse the other more, grew sick of his free entertainment, and decided that the show would not go on. He proceeded to knock both mine and the other guy's heads together, like two balls in a Newton's Cradle. I would have found it more amusing if our heads had retaliated and collided again, because I've always liked those things, but, our reactions were more of the "Ow, damnit!" sort, with a side of head rubbing and grumpy glares at Tobias. Well, the other guy did, 'cause my feeble little grumpy glares would turn tail and run at the mere thought of Tobais' ice daggers. He picked us both up by the back of our clothing, and placed us upon our feet.
"Okay, so, um," I stuttered, "Where the hell am I?"
"You're on the border of Haggernon and Amanthia!"
"...what?"
I think I felt my jaw hit the ground. Kind of like how they do in a cartoon. I wasn't really all that amazing at geography, and God knows I didn't know all the countries of the world, but I'd never, ever, heard of Amanthia or Haggernon. Was I in some weird part of Russia or something? What the hell--
Ice daggers.
I stopped being confused real quick-like. I wasn't about to get my head hit again. Pain is too much effort, and I wasn't a fan of headaches, either. Why did Tobias have to be so big and grouchy...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Work Today
Ever since I was a little kid, I've loved the rain. I've always felt like rain gives the world a nice warm bath, it makes everything all new and fresh, it washes away the dirt, the grime, and the unpleasantness. I love the smell right after; it's just so sweet. I've always figured that if it had a taste it'd probably taste somewhat like a fruit smoothie with a touch of peppermint. Crisp, fresh, pure. Yum! Because of this mass love of the rain, I've always ran outside, sometimes to jump in puddles and be silly, or just to hold still and listen to the soft rhythms the pitter-patters of the droplets create on the thirsty Earth's surface. The rain - so calm, so soothing, so the entire reason my life is anything but usual.
Yep. This is one of those stories.
Now-- because I do love the rain so much, and I do not exaggerate when I say I always ran out to enjoy it, one fine afternoon, a little after a sandwich from the local Delyani's even, I was out in the middle of a thunderstorm. What can I say? Lightning always sparks my imagination, and my imagination is my escape from anything and everything negative on Earth.
Anyway, this thunderstorm was one of those mini-hurricane type things that we got about once every five years back in Rancho Cordova, it was the sort that sometimes caused the power lines to crash, fences to blow over, and flags to be whipped around so furiously they could actually be considered whips. Intense.
I ventured out to the middle of my lawn, on to the weird power box thing that had been there ever since me, my Mom, and my little brother had moved in. Once I was settled and comfortable, which took a second because I had to adjust to the little rivets that lined the box, I just closed my eyes and floated away, away to my own world. I didn't care that my butt was sopping wet or if I caught a cold. My usual resentment toward wet denim was quelled by my imagination. I'd say I've always been a day dreamer, and at that moment in time, I had soon become so enveloped in my own thoughts that I'm sure I was in some sort of a trance. I was away-- floating-- in clouds, space, or something. I don't even know what I think about half the time. It's just beautiful, fantastic, and much better than the usual world.
Of course, because I was in a nearest state I had ever been to Nirvana, the world, pretty literally, had to come crashing down on me.
Literally.
So, I kind of forgot to mention that sometimes I lack in the common sense department. Basically, the winds around me were picking up, and very well nearing extremely dangerous speeds, but I was just so uncaring and happy that danger was pretty much a concept that was totally irrelevant in my mind. Who the hell gets hurt in their daydreams? That's just silly.
I opened my eyes for a split second to notice a tree. A tree moving toward me. I thought to myself, a rather simple thought, since it was one hell of an oak, "Man, are you serious?", and then it hit me.
Because this is one of those stories, I didn't just like, die, or anything.
I kind of went to another world.
Cool.
I awoke in a bed of snow, with a light blanket of soft snowflakes draped carefully over my body. I at first thought how odd it was that the frozen water was comforting, and how strange it was that I was not dying of hypothermia, or uh, the recent collision with an oak tree. How was I not dead, anyway? Why was there no pain, no broken bones, no minor sign of being injured whatsoever? I shook off my blanket, took a little gander around me, and took my surroundings in. My brain actually processed them this time. I realized that I was in the middle of a giant pass surrounded by the white flurry that is a blizzard. Ice. Snow. Hail. Have I mentioned that I lived in California? In the Central Valley? Snow? What the hell? Why was there snow? I only even know what a blizzard was thanks to Little House on the Prairie.
My bafflement was soon interrupted by this new world hitting me.
Apparently, worlds make a sport of abusing me. That's fun.
A carriage, drawn by horses, or something that looked like horses, came around a bank and roared into my view. Its wheels ricketed and rattled and spewed snow absolutely everywhere. Against the blizzard, it looked like a giant white yeti, bounding toward me on all fours. Kind of terrifying. As it passed me, two figures abandoned ship, and conveniently rolled right into me.
Oh dear, I thought. I just hoped they were human and I could communicate with them. Even though I wasn't freezing to death, which still confused the hell out of me, my stomach was telling me that I hadn't become immune to it's cries of "FEED ME!" so I had to find something to quell that little annoyance, and the sooner the better. Even though people nine times out of ten drove me minorly insane, I could deal with them to keep living.
I peered over at the slumps on the frozen terrain, they had a humanoid shape, so I started to make my way toward them, crawling and creeping ever so slightly, until I could make out more distinct features. I noticed normal eyes, noses, ears, even facial hair. Men.
I breathed a short sigh of relief, and decided to make sure the more rigid and unhappy looking slump was still able to function.
As my hand reached toward the neck of that unhappy slump, I felt my balance immediately usurped, and found myself slammed to the ground, with a knife conveniently placed about my neck. The only thing I could think, besides of the pain the impact caused, was, "Oh, it's going to be one of those days."
I looked into the eyes of the man who had pinned me down. They were about as chilling as our surroundings - they pierced me, like ice daggers.
He grumbled at me, "Don't move."
I complied. Didn't really have an issue with his order, either. He was at least ten times bigger, and ten times more in shape than me. Was not going to fight that.
The slump I'd attempted to check the pulse of came to and sat up awkwardly in the snow. He tilted his head, and glanced over at the scene next to him. He sighed lightly, and spoke.
"Tobias."
"What..?"
"Do you always have to be so damn dramatic? Let the poor thing go."
Tobias, the big guy, returned the glance, except with it, he added a little package of annoyance.
He grunted, retracted his blade, and picked me up by my shirt collar, which promptly ripped it, and I wouldn't say I was set, nor tossed, but I ended up sitting up on the ground somehow.
The other guy crawled over to me and waved at my face to make sure that I hadn't been too horribly mortified by his companion's "over-dramaticness". He had deep brown eyes. They almost seemed to smolder or ember, but their general luster gave off a presence of warmth and comfort. I liked him almost as immediately as I had been thrown on the ground just a minute earlier. He smiled a sheepish, cheeky smile at me, and asked my name.
I took a breath and told him that I was Amymone, but I much preferred to be called Amy, since Amymone was such an odd name.
"Nice name. Nice face. Where you from?"
"California."
"...what?"
"California!"
"What's that?"
"Um, how about I ask you a question first: where am I?"
"You're on the border of Amanthia and Haggernon."
I think I felt my jaw hit the ground. I wasn't really all that amazing at geography, and God knows I didn't know all the countries of the world, but I'd never, ever, heard of Amanthia or Haggernon. Was I in some weird part of Russia or something? What the hell?
Yep. This is one of those stories.
Now-- because I do love the rain so much, and I do not exaggerate when I say I always ran out to enjoy it, one fine afternoon, a little after a sandwich from the local Delyani's even, I was out in the middle of a thunderstorm. What can I say? Lightning always sparks my imagination, and my imagination is my escape from anything and everything negative on Earth.
Anyway, this thunderstorm was one of those mini-hurricane type things that we got about once every five years back in Rancho Cordova, it was the sort that sometimes caused the power lines to crash, fences to blow over, and flags to be whipped around so furiously they could actually be considered whips. Intense.
I ventured out to the middle of my lawn, on to the weird power box thing that had been there ever since me, my Mom, and my little brother had moved in. Once I was settled and comfortable, which took a second because I had to adjust to the little rivets that lined the box, I just closed my eyes and floated away, away to my own world. I didn't care that my butt was sopping wet or if I caught a cold. My usual resentment toward wet denim was quelled by my imagination. I'd say I've always been a day dreamer, and at that moment in time, I had soon become so enveloped in my own thoughts that I'm sure I was in some sort of a trance. I was away-- floating-- in clouds, space, or something. I don't even know what I think about half the time. It's just beautiful, fantastic, and much better than the usual world.
Of course, because I was in a nearest state I had ever been to Nirvana, the world, pretty literally, had to come crashing down on me.
Literally.
So, I kind of forgot to mention that sometimes I lack in the common sense department. Basically, the winds around me were picking up, and very well nearing extremely dangerous speeds, but I was just so uncaring and happy that danger was pretty much a concept that was totally irrelevant in my mind. Who the hell gets hurt in their daydreams? That's just silly.
I opened my eyes for a split second to notice a tree. A tree moving toward me. I thought to myself, a rather simple thought, since it was one hell of an oak, "Man, are you serious?", and then it hit me.
Because this is one of those stories, I didn't just like, die, or anything.
I kind of went to another world.
Cool.
I awoke in a bed of snow, with a light blanket of soft snowflakes draped carefully over my body. I at first thought how odd it was that the frozen water was comforting, and how strange it was that I was not dying of hypothermia, or uh, the recent collision with an oak tree. How was I not dead, anyway? Why was there no pain, no broken bones, no minor sign of being injured whatsoever? I shook off my blanket, took a little gander around me, and took my surroundings in. My brain actually processed them this time. I realized that I was in the middle of a giant pass surrounded by the white flurry that is a blizzard. Ice. Snow. Hail. Have I mentioned that I lived in California? In the Central Valley? Snow? What the hell? Why was there snow? I only even know what a blizzard was thanks to Little House on the Prairie.
My bafflement was soon interrupted by this new world hitting me.
Apparently, worlds make a sport of abusing me. That's fun.
A carriage, drawn by horses, or something that looked like horses, came around a bank and roared into my view. Its wheels ricketed and rattled and spewed snow absolutely everywhere. Against the blizzard, it looked like a giant white yeti, bounding toward me on all fours. Kind of terrifying. As it passed me, two figures abandoned ship, and conveniently rolled right into me.
Oh dear, I thought. I just hoped they were human and I could communicate with them. Even though I wasn't freezing to death, which still confused the hell out of me, my stomach was telling me that I hadn't become immune to it's cries of "FEED ME!" so I had to find something to quell that little annoyance, and the sooner the better. Even though people nine times out of ten drove me minorly insane, I could deal with them to keep living.
I peered over at the slumps on the frozen terrain, they had a humanoid shape, so I started to make my way toward them, crawling and creeping ever so slightly, until I could make out more distinct features. I noticed normal eyes, noses, ears, even facial hair. Men.
I breathed a short sigh of relief, and decided to make sure the more rigid and unhappy looking slump was still able to function.
As my hand reached toward the neck of that unhappy slump, I felt my balance immediately usurped, and found myself slammed to the ground, with a knife conveniently placed about my neck. The only thing I could think, besides of the pain the impact caused, was, "Oh, it's going to be one of those days."
I looked into the eyes of the man who had pinned me down. They were about as chilling as our surroundings - they pierced me, like ice daggers.
He grumbled at me, "Don't move."
I complied. Didn't really have an issue with his order, either. He was at least ten times bigger, and ten times more in shape than me. Was not going to fight that.
The slump I'd attempted to check the pulse of came to and sat up awkwardly in the snow. He tilted his head, and glanced over at the scene next to him. He sighed lightly, and spoke.
"Tobias."
"What..?"
"Do you always have to be so damn dramatic? Let the poor thing go."
Tobias, the big guy, returned the glance, except with it, he added a little package of annoyance.
He grunted, retracted his blade, and picked me up by my shirt collar, which promptly ripped it, and I wouldn't say I was set, nor tossed, but I ended up sitting up on the ground somehow.
The other guy crawled over to me and waved at my face to make sure that I hadn't been too horribly mortified by his companion's "over-dramaticness". He had deep brown eyes. They almost seemed to smolder or ember, but their general luster gave off a presence of warmth and comfort. I liked him almost as immediately as I had been thrown on the ground just a minute earlier. He smiled a sheepish, cheeky smile at me, and asked my name.
I took a breath and told him that I was Amymone, but I much preferred to be called Amy, since Amymone was such an odd name.
"Nice name. Nice face. Where you from?"
"California."
"...what?"
"California!"
"What's that?"
"Um, how about I ask you a question first: where am I?"
"You're on the border of Amanthia and Haggernon."
I think I felt my jaw hit the ground. I wasn't really all that amazing at geography, and God knows I didn't know all the countries of the world, but I'd never, ever, heard of Amanthia or Haggernon. Was I in some weird part of Russia or something? What the hell?
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Group!
Guys:
Ryan
Riley
Tanner
Cooper
Pranov
Asher
Alec
Mark
Mike
Miguel
Dylan
Kyle
CAMERRROOON
Girls:
Julia
Kendal
Allyson
Me!
Casey
Liz
Maya
Awesome Girlfriends:
Brytanny
Rebekah
Others:
Phillip
Ginny
Ryan
Riley
Tanner
Cooper
Pranov
Asher
Alec
Mark
Mike
Miguel
Dylan
Kyle
CAMERRROOON
Girls:
Julia
Kendal
Allyson
Me!
Casey
Liz
Maya
Awesome Girlfriends:
Brytanny
Rebekah
Others:
Phillip
Ginny
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Yada Yada Yada
I want to make words dance!
Dance dance dance!
DANCE DANCE DANCE
Pourquoi?
'cause I feel freakin' awesome...
I want to make words dance 'cause like,
words are really good at conveying emotions,
and my emotion right now:
DANCEDANCEDANCE HAPPY YAY!
Abbey is coming to see me on Weds!
and my broski might be coming up to see me, too! ♥
AND AND AND
INTENSE SHIT HAPPENED!
but that intense shit,
shall be discussed later.
Much, much later.
Also, I love Mark.
Mark Delyani Sandwiches
WITHOUT MAYONNAISE!
oh and Riley.
Always love Riley.
MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHA ♥!
Dance dance dance!
DANCE DANCE DANCE
Pourquoi?
'cause I feel freakin' awesome...
I want to make words dance 'cause like,
words are really good at conveying emotions,
and my emotion right now:
DANCEDANCEDANCE HAPPY YAY!
Abbey is coming to see me on Weds!
and my broski might be coming up to see me, too! ♥
AND AND AND
INTENSE SHIT HAPPENED!
but that intense shit,
shall be discussed later.
Much, much later.
Also, I love Mark.
Mark Delyani Sandwiches
WITHOUT MAYONNAISE!
oh and Riley.
Always love Riley.
MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHA ♥!
Happy Valentine's Day!
Don't forget today.
'Cause it was awesome,
and will continue to be awesome.
Fo'sho, yo!
'Cause it was awesome,
and will continue to be awesome.
Fo'sho, yo!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Virgins: What the Fuck Do you Do?
Virgins in this day and age are quite the interesting creatures. Two types of virgins attempt to drown their misery in whatever fashion they can: there's the innocent, pink-cheeked crazy fucks who are, "Saving themselves for Jesus," and the poor bastards who have just yet to experience the utter joy that is being laid. Now-- I've always wondered what these people to do relieve themselves of their sexual frustrations.
I decided to start my investigation at Merrill College, better know to the UCSC community as "Sterile Merrill." I figured that I'd find a plethora of juicy virgins to satisfy my needs there.
Because physically moving is rather inconvenient, I decided to reward myself with a small meal at Tacos Morenos (the actual only legitimate reason for trekking up Cardiac Hill in the first place), which lead me to my first victim of the day. As I ordered my breakfast burrito, 'cause breakfast is always legit, I "bumped" into a resident of Merrill College and then started my investigation.
Our conversation, to the best of my recollection, went something like this:
"Hello, kind sir, and good day to you, I'm a member of the Fish Rap Live! Staff and I've got a few questions to ask, would you mind having a short conversation with me?"
He obliged, and we sat down at a nearby table.
"Sir, have you experienced the splendor that is sexual intercourse?"
I, of course, was actually that polite.
The Merrillite just stared at me with wide, blank eyes - I don't know if it was because I'd been so blunt (LOLWEED) or if it was the fact that my hand was ever creeping toward his genitalia (LOLDICKS), but he was quite startled.
His eyes sparkled, I think from terror, then he glanced my way for a split second, then almost inaudibly muttered a "Yes." He then stood up, and briskly walked away. I guess he was one of those "Saving myself for Jesus" types.
Anyway - besides the fact that the Merrillite was a-shakin' in his booties, I had picked up on the fact that he smelt like a dead wet dog, which I found rather peculiar, since he looked clean.
I strolled over to one of Merrill's dormitories and entered what I thought would be a rather normal place (it is Merrill after all.) My nose nearly exploded, and my poor abused nostrils begged me, on their knees (LOLBLOWJOBS) if they had them, to leave that foul-smelling world. I was subdued by my nose, and turned right the fuck around.
After wasting some time being completely lost around Merrill, I found myself at the housing office. I'd decided that the people in there might know why the hell the place smelt that bad.
They told me that they had no definite answer, but that recently the vacuums had been breaking down nearly every night. They had kept getting clogged, which caused them to blow circuits, and then, when pulled they'd leak a milky off-white substance, which conveniently left little race tracks of white goop around the dorm.
When I asked them if they had investigated, they told me that they were not paid to enter the land of a college dorm.
Their words may have also been, "Fuck that shit."
I decided that I needed to return to Porter to borrow a few "investigative tools" from a fellow Fish Rapper. I explained to him my predicament, and he promptly lent me his tools - Ganja, Smokey, and Chronic.
Mice equipped with video cameras are quite useful things.
I took my tools up that God-forsaken hill and let them loose.
I then proceeded to go back to Porter and do what we do best: smoke hella weed.
The next morning (2 PM), I rolled out of bed to view what my fabulous little detectives had found for me, and oh, the shock, the horror, and the luls, they were so intense.
Those little mice had discovered what the fuck was up with Merrill--
Dear readers of FRL!:
The virgins of Merrill College have been using the vacuums to relieve themselves of sexual frustrations.
The reason why the vacuums were clogged?
Some crazy fuck decided putting the vacuum on full power was a good idea, and now he doesn't have to "trim the forest" for a month.
The reason a milky off-white substance leaks from the vacuums?
Oh, I think you know.
(In case you're minorly retarded, it's jizz!)
Now, the reason why Merrill radiates a toxic stench?
Crazy virgins have been jacking off into vacuums, and then other residents, unaware of the situation, have been dragging jizz leaking vacuums around the entire dorm. And they can't clean it up because the vacuums don't work.
I suppose that this investigation has answered my original question of what do virgins do to get off, but it has only lead me to another, an all encompassing question to be asked for all eternity:
What the fuck is up with Merrill?
I decided to start my investigation at Merrill College, better know to the UCSC community as "Sterile Merrill." I figured that I'd find a plethora of juicy virgins to satisfy my needs there.
Because physically moving is rather inconvenient, I decided to reward myself with a small meal at Tacos Morenos (the actual only legitimate reason for trekking up Cardiac Hill in the first place), which lead me to my first victim of the day. As I ordered my breakfast burrito, 'cause breakfast is always legit, I "bumped" into a resident of Merrill College and then started my investigation.
Our conversation, to the best of my recollection, went something like this:
"Hello, kind sir, and good day to you, I'm a member of the Fish Rap Live! Staff and I've got a few questions to ask, would you mind having a short conversation with me?"
He obliged, and we sat down at a nearby table.
"Sir, have you experienced the splendor that is sexual intercourse?"
I, of course, was actually that polite.
The Merrillite just stared at me with wide, blank eyes - I don't know if it was because I'd been so blunt (LOLWEED) or if it was the fact that my hand was ever creeping toward his genitalia (LOLDICKS), but he was quite startled.
His eyes sparkled, I think from terror, then he glanced my way for a split second, then almost inaudibly muttered a "Yes." He then stood up, and briskly walked away. I guess he was one of those "Saving myself for Jesus" types.
Anyway - besides the fact that the Merrillite was a-shakin' in his booties, I had picked up on the fact that he smelt like a dead wet dog, which I found rather peculiar, since he looked clean.
I strolled over to one of Merrill's dormitories and entered what I thought would be a rather normal place (it is Merrill after all.) My nose nearly exploded, and my poor abused nostrils begged me, on their knees (LOLBLOWJOBS) if they had them, to leave that foul-smelling world. I was subdued by my nose, and turned right the fuck around.
After wasting some time being completely lost around Merrill, I found myself at the housing office. I'd decided that the people in there might know why the hell the place smelt that bad.
They told me that they had no definite answer, but that recently the vacuums had been breaking down nearly every night. They had kept getting clogged, which caused them to blow circuits, and then, when pulled they'd leak a milky off-white substance, which conveniently left little race tracks of white goop around the dorm.
When I asked them if they had investigated, they told me that they were not paid to enter the land of a college dorm.
Their words may have also been, "Fuck that shit."
I decided that I needed to return to Porter to borrow a few "investigative tools" from a fellow Fish Rapper. I explained to him my predicament, and he promptly lent me his tools - Ganja, Smokey, and Chronic.
Mice equipped with video cameras are quite useful things.
I took my tools up that God-forsaken hill and let them loose.
I then proceeded to go back to Porter and do what we do best: smoke hella weed.
The next morning (2 PM), I rolled out of bed to view what my fabulous little detectives had found for me, and oh, the shock, the horror, and the luls, they were so intense.
Those little mice had discovered what the fuck was up with Merrill--
Dear readers of FRL!:
The virgins of Merrill College have been using the vacuums to relieve themselves of sexual frustrations.
The reason why the vacuums were clogged?
Some crazy fuck decided putting the vacuum on full power was a good idea, and now he doesn't have to "trim the forest" for a month.
The reason a milky off-white substance leaks from the vacuums?
Oh, I think you know.
(In case you're minorly retarded, it's jizz!)
Now, the reason why Merrill radiates a toxic stench?
Crazy virgins have been jacking off into vacuums, and then other residents, unaware of the situation, have been dragging jizz leaking vacuums around the entire dorm. And they can't clean it up because the vacuums don't work.
I suppose that this investigation has answered my original question of what do virgins do to get off, but it has only lead me to another, an all encompassing question to be asked for all eternity:
What the fuck is up with Merrill?
Living Writers Stuff
Darlene McCoy
dmmccoy@ucsc.edu
Living Writers Response - Beth Lisick
When Beth Lisick first approached the podium, I thought she was a student. I was very surprised to find out later that she is over 40. She pretty much embodies the idea of a older bod but a young mind. One of the firs things she mentioned was that she just writes. She writes about whatever she's interested in, and then later thinks about the "consequences" of her work. I really appreciated her saying that writing has no rules. I am very much happy with that concept. I find it neat that she sort of started writing at an open mic night. I guess that's why she and her work are so animated and fun. Her description of the "freaks" at the open mic night bar-place were quite spectacular. I can still remember the vampire people!
The novel she read from, Helping Me Help Myself, was quite hilarious for being a novel about more personal experiences. Her humor is just plain weird, yet somehow hysterical. I must say, I was not expecting to see two naked middle aged ladies. Though, the faces of the people around me made the experience a good time. I remember certain things from her reading, like, "It was just something uncomfortable to talk about, like sex, or Hitler," or her description of babies, "Babies are the ultimate paradox, they are phantom demons that when born, make you start to die." I also really liked the concept of the slef-help novel. Twelve things in twelve months is a wonderful idea. I'm probably not going to do it, but it sounds really nice, and is a lot more reasonable than most New Year's Resolution type-things. I also really appreciated that she told us how she ended up coming up with the idea for the novel, and how she did research by attending a bunch of self help workshops.
All the short stories she told were fantastic, because I could completely visualize a beautiful, brand new car rollin' down the street after her, and then the confusion hurry and hysteria that ensued. I could also imagine being one of her band mates and observing that chaos. I know I might've died laughing on the spot. The story about the towels was also quite amusing, because I've been in a situation where I don't want to use something nice because it just looks so wonderful that I think it'd be rude to mess it up! The story about Japan was just crazy. I loved Beth's personal interjections of thought in between the ridiculous action around her.
Beth's videos were something else. Even though most of them were only about a minute long, she and her partner do a great job creating characters out of thin air. Though, now that I think about it, her videos really remind me of Mad TV, which is okay, because I know I'm entertained, but I'm also entertained by 90% of all things in the world.
I loved how the except I read was from Santa Cruz. I loved how she could relate to us, and how close to home it felt. I'm really glad she was from Kresge too. Kresge is pretty sweet! I'm sure I could find Emily's Bakery downtown or the restaurant, or maybe even the place where the nuns held their charity thing. I wonder if the nuns have ever read her work! I'm just glad this writer took the time to come back to UCSC to visit and share her work. She was wonderful.
dmmccoy@ucsc.edu
Living Writers Response - Beth Lisick
When Beth Lisick first approached the podium, I thought she was a student. I was very surprised to find out later that she is over 40. She pretty much embodies the idea of a older bod but a young mind. One of the firs things she mentioned was that she just writes. She writes about whatever she's interested in, and then later thinks about the "consequences" of her work. I really appreciated her saying that writing has no rules. I am very much happy with that concept. I find it neat that she sort of started writing at an open mic night. I guess that's why she and her work are so animated and fun. Her description of the "freaks" at the open mic night bar-place were quite spectacular. I can still remember the vampire people!
The novel she read from, Helping Me Help Myself, was quite hilarious for being a novel about more personal experiences. Her humor is just plain weird, yet somehow hysterical. I must say, I was not expecting to see two naked middle aged ladies. Though, the faces of the people around me made the experience a good time. I remember certain things from her reading, like, "It was just something uncomfortable to talk about, like sex, or Hitler," or her description of babies, "Babies are the ultimate paradox, they are phantom demons that when born, make you start to die." I also really liked the concept of the slef-help novel. Twelve things in twelve months is a wonderful idea. I'm probably not going to do it, but it sounds really nice, and is a lot more reasonable than most New Year's Resolution type-things. I also really appreciated that she told us how she ended up coming up with the idea for the novel, and how she did research by attending a bunch of self help workshops.
All the short stories she told were fantastic, because I could completely visualize a beautiful, brand new car rollin' down the street after her, and then the confusion hurry and hysteria that ensued. I could also imagine being one of her band mates and observing that chaos. I know I might've died laughing on the spot. The story about the towels was also quite amusing, because I've been in a situation where I don't want to use something nice because it just looks so wonderful that I think it'd be rude to mess it up! The story about Japan was just crazy. I loved Beth's personal interjections of thought in between the ridiculous action around her.
Beth's videos were something else. Even though most of them were only about a minute long, she and her partner do a great job creating characters out of thin air. Though, now that I think about it, her videos really remind me of Mad TV, which is okay, because I know I'm entertained, but I'm also entertained by 90% of all things in the world.
I loved how the except I read was from Santa Cruz. I loved how she could relate to us, and how close to home it felt. I'm really glad she was from Kresge too. Kresge is pretty sweet! I'm sure I could find Emily's Bakery downtown or the restaurant, or maybe even the place where the nuns held their charity thing. I wonder if the nuns have ever read her work! I'm just glad this writer took the time to come back to UCSC to visit and share her work. She was wonderful.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
First FRL! Article
The person who read it last night said it was funny... but probably too long...
I'll type it up later and post it on here... if people comment on it that'd be swell!
I'm just really happy I actually wrote something. It's a lot more productive than uh... not writing something and just showing up at production weekend for like, 2 hours, or 3, or however long I was there...
It's about um, virgins, Merrill, and uh, vacuums, and it's pretty intense.
PS: if anyone in Santa Cruz reads this blog, the new issue is out and it's freakin' hilarious, so go read FRL! instead of CHP! Wooho! :]
I'll type it up later and post it on here... if people comment on it that'd be swell!
I'm just really happy I actually wrote something. It's a lot more productive than uh... not writing something and just showing up at production weekend for like, 2 hours, or 3, or however long I was there...
It's about um, virgins, Merrill, and uh, vacuums, and it's pretty intense.
PS: if anyone in Santa Cruz reads this blog, the new issue is out and it's freakin' hilarious, so go read FRL! instead of CHP! Wooho! :]
Sunday, February 7, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN!
You know I love you dear! ♥
LAST NIGHT WAS HELLA DAYS AWEEESSSSOOMMME!
Now for recovery~!
Hope you had a blast, I know I did!
LAST NIGHT WAS HELLA DAYS AWEEESSSSOOMMME!
Now for recovery~!
Hope you had a blast, I know I did!
I Want to Go :(
http://www.ticketmaster.com/event/1C00438EA5C4588E?artistid=710165&majorcatid=10001&minorcatid=1
Wed, Apr 14, 2010 08:00 PM
Muse
Oracle Arena
Oakland, CAWed, Apr 14, 2010 08:00 PM
Logan!
New friend! ♥
He's fabulous :]
...and he knows Marc
...and I ran into them both this morning
with a still very drunk Liz
oh dear
lol
XD
good times..?
He's fabulous :]
...and he knows Marc
...and I ran into them both this morning
with a still very drunk Liz
oh dear
lol
XD
good times..?
VACUUMS!
What are the vacuums around campus always broken or malfunctioning?
'Cause crazy horny virgins are jackin' them off at night!
♥ ♥ ♥
'Cause crazy horny virgins are jackin' them off at night!
♥ ♥ ♥
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Lady of the Waves
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
You will succumb to my song
A bee attracted to honey
Become entangled in my web,
Pitiful insect.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
My eyes glimmer of the sea
Deep, blue, and all-consuming
Are they comforting your soul?
You're already under my control.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
Skin of the oceans,
worn pebble-soft by only time,
Feel it, touch it, revel--
Your life shall be mine.
Not paying attention?
A little entranced, are we?
Oh dear, there goes your mind,
Your ship, your life, your time,
Nothing can tame me you see--
For I am a siren of the seas.
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
You will succumb to my song
A bee attracted to honey
Become entangled in my web,
Pitiful insect.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
My eyes glimmer of the sea
Deep, blue, and all-consuming
Are they comforting your soul?
You're already under my control.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
Skin of the oceans,
worn pebble-soft by only time,
Feel it, touch it, revel--
Your life shall be mine.
Not paying attention?
A little entranced, are we?
Oh dear, there goes your mind,
Your ship, your life, your time,
Nothing can tame me you see--
For I am a siren of the seas.
Stargazing
The tail of a shooting star
Could take us quite far,
We could explore the cosmos,
We could travel on a path of stardust
You've earned my trust.
Could you take me to the stars?
Could we visit Venus,
maybe fall in love,
And then venture to Mars?
Would you take me dancing among the galaxies?
If you did, I bet the heavens would sing,
Our own cosmic musical,
Now, wouldn't that be quite the thing?
Through a black hole we'd go,
where we'd end up - nobody would know.
It'd be just you and me--
and I'd love for you to see--
that this is the way
the universe
was meant to be.
Could take us quite far,
We could explore the cosmos,
We could travel on a path of stardust
You've earned my trust.
Could you take me to the stars?
Could we visit Venus,
maybe fall in love,
And then venture to Mars?
Would you take me dancing among the galaxies?
If you did, I bet the heavens would sing,
Our own cosmic musical,
Now, wouldn't that be quite the thing?
Through a black hole we'd go,
where we'd end up - nobody would know.
It'd be just you and me--
and I'd love for you to see--
that this is the way
the universe
was meant to be.
Hollywood Musicals Stuff
Movies --
Applause ~ 1929
Director: Rouben Mamoulian
Stars: Helen Morgan, Joan Peers, Fuller Mellish Jr., Henry Wadsworth
Composer(s): Irving Berlin,
Plot: Kitty Darling tries to save good girl April Darling, Hitch is a freak!
Love Me Tonight ~ 1932
Director: Rouben Mamoulian
Stars: Maurice Chevalier, Jeanette MacDonald,
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
Plot: A tailor pretends he's important and falls in love with a "princess."
Night & Day ~ 1946
Director: Michael Curtiz
Stars: Cary Grant, Alexis Smith, Monty Wooley
Composer(s): Max Steiner
Plot: Cole Porter's life, no hint of his bisexuality
De-Lovely ~ 2004
Director: Irwin Winkler
Stars: Kevin Kline, Ashley Judd
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Lyrics: Cole Porter
Plot: Modern Cole Porter story, Linda is a little tougher
Swing Time ~ 1936
Director: George Stevens
Stars: Fred Astaire, Ginger Rodgers,
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jerome Kern, Robert Russel Bennet
Choreographer(s): Hermes Pan
Plot: Lucky wants to marry girl, but needs $25 grand, goes to NY, meets Penny, falls in love.
Gigi ~ 1958
Director: Vincente Minnelli
Stars: Leslie Caron, Louis Jourdan, Eva Gabor, Isabel Jeans
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Fredrick Loewe
Plot: Gigi sent to "girl school." Becomes a lady and attracts a "royal" man.
People to Know --
Bob Fosse - choreographer, director, screenwriter, Cabaret, The Little Prince
Buzbee Berkeley - women and geometric shapes, like a crazy trip angles
Gower Champion - choreography/director
Fred Astraire - camera fixated on the dancers, like watching from 5th row, ballroom/tap
Gene Kelly - camera more free, using more space, connection between dancers and camera
Irving Berlin - composer and lyricist, hella days good!
George Gershwin - composer, died early of a brain tumor
Cole Porter - composer, lyricist, Night & Day, Linda
Types of musicals --
Backstage (Applause)
Fairytale (Love Me Tonight)
Folk (Annie Get Your Gun)
The Great Depression made musicals happy things.
Applause ~ 1929
Director: Rouben Mamoulian
Stars: Helen Morgan, Joan Peers, Fuller Mellish Jr., Henry Wadsworth
Composer(s): Irving Berlin,
Plot: Kitty Darling tries to save good girl April Darling, Hitch is a freak!
Love Me Tonight ~ 1932
Director: Rouben Mamoulian
Stars: Maurice Chevalier, Jeanette MacDonald,
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
Plot: A tailor pretends he's important and falls in love with a "princess."
Night & Day ~ 1946
Director: Michael Curtiz
Stars: Cary Grant, Alexis Smith, Monty Wooley
Composer(s): Max Steiner
Plot: Cole Porter's life, no hint of his bisexuality
De-Lovely ~ 2004
Director: Irwin Winkler
Stars: Kevin Kline, Ashley Judd
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Lyrics: Cole Porter
Plot: Modern Cole Porter story, Linda is a little tougher
Swing Time ~ 1936
Director: George Stevens
Stars: Fred Astaire, Ginger Rodgers,
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jerome Kern, Robert Russel Bennet
Choreographer(s): Hermes Pan
Plot: Lucky wants to marry girl, but needs $25 grand, goes to NY, meets Penny, falls in love.
Gigi ~ 1958
Director: Vincente Minnelli
Stars: Leslie Caron, Louis Jourdan, Eva Gabor, Isabel Jeans
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Fredrick Loewe
Plot: Gigi sent to "girl school." Becomes a lady and attracts a "royal" man.
People to Know --
Bob Fosse - choreographer, director, screenwriter, Cabaret, The Little Prince
Buzbee Berkeley - women and geometric shapes, like a crazy trip angles
Gower Champion - choreography/director
Fred Astraire - camera fixated on the dancers, like watching from 5th row, ballroom/tap
Gene Kelly - camera more free, using more space, connection between dancers and camera
Irving Berlin - composer and lyricist, hella days good!
George Gershwin - composer, died early of a brain tumor
Cole Porter - composer, lyricist, Night & Day, Linda
Types of musicals --
Backstage (Applause)
Fairytale (Love Me Tonight)
Folk (Annie Get Your Gun)
The Great Depression made musicals happy things.
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