Zombies and Stalkers and Horror Films Sunday, Sep 13 2009

I dreamt of zombies.

And stalkers.

Then last night, Ensei and I watched three horror films in a row right before bed (at 3 AM – bad idea; ugh, so tired). The Unborn, A Haunting in Connecticut, and The Happening. First, lame. Second, pretty good. Third, just…lame. I mean, how overdone is this particular plot at this point? Humans are the scourge of the world! The planet is defending itself and trying to kill us all off! It’s all our fault, we suck, now we’re all gonna diiieee!

What the hell.

I know we’re all ga-ga over global warming and crap, but dude, people, think of something new. Plants are not going to strike back. Giant bugs are not going to become the planet’s champions and try to kill us all. We are not going to burn the world out into a gigantic garbage pit and die of starvation. The spirit of the planet will not create spirit-born THINGS to suck out our lives in order to protect the precious mother Earth. Dude. THEY’RE NOT INTELLIGENT, and NEITHER IS THE PLANET.

And now I’m going to get a bunch of people that will cry out to me the traditional “but what if??” What if? Seriously? Ok, ok, sure, that’s a good question. I agree with it. What if? But WHAT IF only works for the first…three films/stories. Now it’s just an annoying repetition of “oh, hey, humanity sucks and you all should die because you’re living your life.” I’m not saying you should go cut down some trees in retaliation. In fact, I’m all for recycling. Waste not, want not and all that jazz. It goes up there “don’t kill just for sport, but intend to actually eat what you kill and don’t waste their remains” and “don’t litter” and “don’t waste money.” Being wasteful is just idiotic. That doesn’t mean I’m some kind of “enviro-friendly PETA-loving green-living health nut” who is afraid of using plastic and refuses to harm any and all living creatures, and therefore agrees with this idea that humanity is the, as I said before, “scourge of the planet.” Sorry.

So being told I should go die so the planet can live all the time?

Supah-annoying.

And before I get someone ELSE saying that “oh, but that’s not what they’re saying – they’re just saying we need to take care of the planet,” I say this: they’re saying we’re killing the planet. And because we’re killing the planet, we start to get killed off.

We kill. We get killed.

Pretty straight-forward, huh? By that simple plot device, they state that humanity is wrong for killing. And is punished for it. By this, we can reason the creator of the film thinks that we should be punished for our actions. Which means they think we’re doing something wrong.

By living.

Yeah. I’m annoyed with these movies.

Well, anyway, that’s all I got for now. Hope my rant didn’t bore any of you~~~ *laugh*

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Heart’s Tear Redo Saturday, Sep 12 2009

If you visit my first art page over on the side there, you’ll find near the bottom a picture of Wander and Mono from Shadow of the Colossus, Wander kneeling below Mono as she lies on the altar from the game.

It sucks.

You see, Ensei did a little sketch where she took an old picture of hers (from 2006) and redid it again, laughing continuously about how horrible the old one was.  Intrigued by this, I wandered (pun not intended) through my old stuff  and found…Wander.  This horrible picture.  =A=  So I took it upon myself to fix it, following Ensei’s precedent.

AHAHAHA

Sorry, seeing this just makes me laugh at how horrible I was.  I thought this was good?  (Granted, I liked the coloring more than the lineart, but STILL).

Maybe will color the new version sometime, but for now just lineart.

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Ouroboros (and other marvels) Thursday, Sep 10 2009

Once again, you get to learn how much I pay attention in my classes. I mean, I do (pay attention). But I also think about other things. Multitasking! Everyone does it! *grin*

So here is a cute poem I wrote during 17th Century literature last night.

 

I filled my house with marvelous beasts

But they’re such a chore to house and feast.

The dragon snores and fires the drapes.

The zombies eat my guests and traipse

About the house, losing limbs. The Cerberus

Is just impossible to feed three times, the ouroboros

Is always in the way and chewing on himself,

And the banschee wails when I’m off my health.

The brownies try to keep the whole place clean

But hydras bite, and orcs are just plain mean.

So if you think you want a myth menagerie,

Think again, or come borrow one from me.

I’ll give it to you cheap, for a song

And all the noisome fairies will sing along.

And by the time you realize you’re caught.

I’ll be long gone.

I really wrote this poem because I’ve been wanting to legitimately use the word “ouroboros” in a story or a poem for quite some time now (okay, this week). It’s actually the fancy-shmancy name for that serpent in alchemy that’s chewing on it’s own tail (must have horrible heart and tail burn) and I learned that skimming a mediocre paranormal romance this summer. I actually had a legitimate analogy in a story (poor Saul’s guilt ate at him like a serpent eating it’s own tail, never ending and never getting better) but . . . Saul’s vocabulary isn’t as advanced as mine, and even as an omniscient narrator I couldn’t justify the use without more context clues, and the context clues would have completely messed up the depressed flow of the thing, so I couldn’t.

I’m still not completely satisfied (I feel like the ouroboros is so weird that it deserves an entire, serious/depressed story/poem just for itself) but this poem also taught me a new word that previously I had assumed meant something completely different. In searching for the correct spelling of noisome (which I had previously believed meant “noisy and irritating”) I learned that it actually means “having an extremely offensive smell” “disagreeable, unpleasant” or “harmful, noxious.” So, now I’m happy, because I have new words which, like candy, I can munch on for quite a while.

They say that you can learn new words every day, but that’s not really true. New, really cool words only come once in a while, like stars, and then I have to use them. Like mordacious. I love love that word so much, but when can you seriously use it in a sentence? Or legerdemain. Eleemosynary? These are so amazing, coming up out of the page (or the screen) and adding flavor to the world. Like garlic salt. Not for everyone, but sometimes it just adds that extra “whoa” to the meal. 

Yesterday was a really good day, I’m looking forward to this weekend, and I wrote a new long story that we’re going to workshop on Tuesday, and that Oseike has read and likes. Unfortunately, I don’t like to post homework up here while it’s still being graded and jazz like that (I don’t want to even have to fight the shadow of the plagiarism monster). Maybe next semester!

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