Falling Slowly

I am three hours away from an event I have counted down to since September.

And how I do I feel about it?
Nervous, to be honest.

What if it's not what I expected? What if I'm bitterly disappointed? What will I countdown to next?
I guess life is like that. So much has changed since I've blogged last. I feel like I've grown up a lot. I see things differently.  We spend our whole lives waiting for these landmarks. Sweet sixteen, high school, college, marriage... but when it happens, do we so much as give it a second thought? Or is it something we can just check off the list before getting onto the next thing? 

It's like falling slowly. I'm moving through water and watching all these individual droplets fall past me. Each drop is a memory; an experience. I can't tell if I'm falling up or down and everything is like trying to see through the frosted glass on a windshield. I can't see clearly; things are blurry. Day to day life drags so slowly, but the big picture is nothing but a jumble of colors splattered across the blank canvas of life. 

Why don't we slow down, take things the way they are? Why are we constantly searching for that next high, the next big thrill? What's wrong with the ordinary; the basic? Let's take Coldplay's advice and just go back to the start. 

~Feeling a little nostalgic and homesick for the life I never knew I missed,

Me.

"O" Is For Oprah

I must admit I have mixed emotions about Oprah's show ending.  *Sound of brakes screeching*

What? You didn't think I cared about Oprah?

Watching a show that has been around longer than I've been alive does give it a bit of sentimentality. But I didn't cry at the end just in case you're wondering.

I guess I just expected the show to keep going. Well, at least until I got on there to talk about my bestseller book release. :D  I mean, c'mon! What talk show am  I supposed to go on now?

But since writing a book takes awhile and it takes longer still to reach Oprah show fame, by the time I probably got to go on any sort of talk show we would all be watching it in 3D from the comforts of our living rooms. So don't expect to see me on T.V. any time soon. Unless I do something incredibly awesome. (Or stupid, but that's not really in the plan.)

Ah, Nostalgia

Arthur has been my favorite kid show for years. Hannah Montana and Zack and Cody have nothing on that cute little aardvark.  The problem is, Arthur is no longer about snowball stealing aliens or watching the latest episode of Bionic Bunny.  Instead, we have episodes on how to deal with social problems and what happens when Binky cheats on a test.  

0_0 Really, people?  

What happened to T.V. that was just entertaining? I didn't watch Arthur because it helped me make friends, I watched it because it was funny and I liked it. 

So imagine my joy when I came across my favorite episode online. They don't play the old episodes anymore and I think that is such a disappointment. 

I will post the episode so you can watch it and reminisce over old times. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMYHvtIupg0

Is it just me, or was the Jekyll-Hyde song scary to watch as a little kid?

The Starving Artist

So I had the wonderful idea that I would get in touch with my artsy side.
I went out and bought a canvas and some paints, practiced drawing my idea and then turned on itunes and locked myself in my room for two and a half hours.
Given my family's artistic abilities, I didn't think it would be too hard.

This was the end result.
It tells you two things:
1. I would starve if I had chosen painting as my career
2. I must be adopted.

The Man of Steel

Warning: Nerd!Alert

Holmes, my metabuddy, told me she watched the Christopher Reeves video in Driver's Ed today.  
Well, that got me thinking about Superman and those awesome movies.

I love the original supermans.

The cheesy special effects, the hair and clothes, Christopher Reeves...... it's all great. The new movie just doesn't cut it for me.

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I mean, yeah, it's all great and all and it has that Corny Collins guy from Hairspray in it, but it's just not as cool.

And he's sort of a creepy Clark Kent.

But I love watching the Superman movies. I'm not sure which one is my favorite. I think it might be the third one.  Where the evil superman is drunk and looking all dingy in the bar and then goes and beats up Clark Kent at the dump.

.....I'm really not sure why I like this one.

And, despite what Holmes may say, I like Lana Lang better than Lois. (Do you like pink?)  And what about the "Love den"?  *shudder*

But anyway, this random, long post is dedicated to Reeves. The original man of steel.

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Because of him, kids grew up flying around with towels pinned to their shoulders and arms outstretched.


Thanks, Reeves. We miss you.

I rish....

I have always been proud of my Irish heritage, and all though I didn't inherit the redhead gene, the wonderful curly tangle that is my hair is just as good. 
I never really thought much about being related to the Irish people. True, I have always loved bagpipes and absolutely love Irish accents, but other than that, I didn't really think anything of it.
In History, I am learning about the Civil War and just found out about what an influence the Irish had. 

I had no idea.

They came to America to escape the tyranny of the English people; but no one would hire them and in order to support their family, they enlisted in the army.

Some of them stepped right off the boats that carried them from Ireland and got right back on another to take them to the military.

The Civil War has always been rather personal to me. I don't know why it is, but I have always felt really connected to that time period.  

Learning about the Irish made it even more so.

We watched this video clip and it just made me break down crying.  It was of these two Irish brigades fighting one another. One man  recognized who they were fighting and broke down crying, unable to shoot the people who had been his neighbors and friends. 

But being a military man, he was commanded to shoot and gave a few more shots before just sobbing. 

So to remember the men that gave their lives during the war, I have a video for you.

...yes, this may be seen as rather obnoxious to be a 'war commemerating' song.

But, it's Irish and made me grin like an idiot the whole way through.

Star Of The Country Down

Oh.. and I better explain why I thought this was so funny so you don't give me any comments. (Holmes, Emilie, that means you.)

They just look like they are having so much fun!  And the lead singer's eyebrow that keeps twitching makes me laugh.

You may think me weird for liking it, but whatevah.

I'm Irish. ;)

All Hallows Eve

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                                             HaPpY HaLlOwEeN!!!!

That's really all I have to say....

Since I didn't go Trick or Treating, I can't give you my candy list.
I am very particular when it comes to Halloween candy. I weigh it, count it, sort it and then make a list of everything I have in alphabetically order. This makes it so my candy usually lasts up until about the middle of January.
My record for candy is somewhere in the 200's if  my memory serves me right.

But instead of Trick or Treating, I went to a party with Jell-O popcorn and a spider cheese ball. Having never tried a cheese ball, the rear end of a spider no less, it was an interesting experience.

And we played Mafia. Or at least, tried to play Mafia. Certain people who will not be mentioned, played murderess every time. ("USE YOUR POWERS FOR GOOD!")  And 80's girl and I had to talk about Castle and the mini shorts Detective Lassiter I saw at Costco.

I also learned that wigs are very itchy, heavy makeup does not like to come off easily and apparently striking a classic Batman pose is interpreted as... well... we won't say it here.
...thank you, mother of the person who we are not mentioning.

 So it was an eventful Halloween to say the least.


And since I can hardly let Halloween go by without at least one tribute....

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We'll have three.

Look at the little devil Tribbles!! Aw!!!


.... Wouldn't it be interesting to be from a different planet and to come to Earth on Halloween?
You  would find Earth a very weird place.

How To Train....

Your emotional girly self not to cry over animated movies.

I watched How To Train Your Dragon over the weekend. Twice. The first time, I was with Holmes and we ate a whole container of popcorn and M&M's and then there was an accident involving her dog and guacamole. So I was ok that time.  No tears!
The second time, was yesterday. And for some reason, don't make fun of me- I teared up at all the 'beautiful parts'.  By the time we got to the end of the movie, where that thing happens, I'd lost it and was crying quietly and trying to hide my tears from the rest of the family and wipe them on a green velvet blanket. (Water and velvet do not go well.)

I tend to cry in animated movies more than any other genre.

I cried through Up. In the movie theater. With my Mom.

 I bawled through Toy Story 3. Joining half the theater audience in tears as Buzz and Woody prepared to face the end together in the incinerator and then waved goodbye to Andy as he headed off to College.


I also tend to cry in the sequels of the Lilo & Stitch movies. But that's not always a given.  So now that my true movie watching self is feeling like Dumbledore in Harry Potter Puppet Pals, let's change the subject.

I laugh at all the random scenes in movies.
The ones that aren't supposed to be funny.

Like in Indiana Jones and The Raiders of The Lost Ark  when Indy threatens to 'blow up the ark' with this really deep manly voice. Or the Nazi car chase scene. But my favorite part, has to be when creepy bald headed Nazi man is on the screen. One look and I'll start laughing. Like when he burns his hand or gets out his nunchuck coat hanger thing.

So... do you get the point?  I have a very odd sense of humor.

To further prove the point, I have a youtube video for you.

Groovin with Ken

*Snicker* I'm going to see if I can quote this to anyone today.

To boldly go....

This. Is. Big.

They found a new planet.

In the constellation Libra.

And here's the cool thing:
It can support life.


Well, they're not 100% sure, but it's pretty promising.  HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?!

It would change everything. Our existence as we know it would change. We could communicate with those from another planet, learn different cultures, languages... it's incredible. Could you imagine if we had the technology to transfer back and forth between planets? All the things we would discover! I can't believe that another planet with God's children is out there. That we may have found it.

This is just so cool!
....And yes, I'll admit, it gets my sci fi nerdy side thinking.
Starships and phaser guns mostly.
With the occasional transporter pad and hypospray thrown in for good measure.

They wouldn't have pointy ears would they? Probably not. *arches eyebrow* That is highly unlikely. *Big sigh.*
But, they could know of a planet that did, couldn't they!? THEY COULD!!
*Rejoices*

But anyway, back to the realistic side of things. The place where pointy eared, gorgeously handsome, dark haired, chocolate eyed people do not exist.

I'm thinking we will need to find a way to get there.  May I suggest that I be the one to drive the spaceship.

This is me. As a blonde little boy. Flying my little red space ship and laughing for joy as I do zig zags across space because guess what? NO STUPID TRAFFIC TO BOTHER ME WHILE I'M DRIVING!! Mwhahahahah!!
Now that is a dream come true.
I hate driving.
But this is space we are speaking of. Not how much operating motorized vehicles scares the living day lights out of me.

How will we approach greeting these people? Let's not reenact Dancing with smurfs, or Madagascar. And we shouldn't try Captain Kirk's approach either. "We come in peace, shoot to kill." just doesn't scream friendly.
Ah. I've got it. Chocolate. The peace offering of the galaxy.   Now that's a interplanetary housewarming gift.

Things

The sound of a new book opening and hearing the soft crack as the paper stretches in the binding is one of the best sounds in the world.
The other sound? 
Baby cradles. The soft clicking sound they make is one that brings back memories and contentment.

Wet rocks. They smell delicious and are fun to lick. Especially volcanic ones.
The dusty smell of the heater being turned on for the first time promises snowy nights and cozy socks.

Eyes. Laughing eyes, bright eyes, big eyes, soft eyes. The most beautiful part of a person are those deep windows to the soul.

Wind. Energy whipping past and blowing hair with the rushing feeling of being free.

Intelligence. The lighting of a fire, not the filling of a bucket. Gives one confidence and purpose. Dexterity to life.

Friends. Make you laugh, make you cry. Always there when you need them.

Words. Big words, little words. Words create stories and stories create feeling. Words as simple as "Et tu, Brute?"  can make you cry.  Words are powerful.


Movie nights
Warm cookies
Cool ice cream
Child's hug
Boy's smile
Fall leaves
Long walks
Good food
Red rocks
Swing sets
Glassy pools
City lights
Tall trees
Long shadows
Popsicle sticks
Dog's paws
Night life


Just some... of my favorite things.

That final Frontier

Ok, guys!  We've done it!  I am officially a member of fanfiction.com  Thanks for your support and for putting up with all my crazy ideas. Keep in touch by checking my profile page: Spockologist
I will be putting my stories on there and I would love it if you read my work. I won't have stories up until Friday or so, so check back then.

And because my moody past two days have suddenly been made happy, two pictures just for you:

D'aw... happy little cloud!

*Snicker* Cute little Dr. Horrible who is reminding me a lot of Calvin for some reason. Could you imagine Calvin as an evil scientist?

Wow.

Why me?

Why has every day this week felt like this?

Sentimental

Adorable Captain Kirk:
$9.99

I love Sheldon Cooper button:
$2.50

 Star Trek Spock lights:
$19.99



Finding out you don't have to work tomorrow and can spend the day in nerdy glee:

Priceless

Alert Medical

I watched the season premier of White collar.
You remember what I said about Fan girling?
It can be hazardous to your health.

I was over stimulated by Neal's charming smile and Mozzie's all around awesomeness.
... And spent the rest of the night wondering why we have such things as gag reflexes.

So now I'm sick.
And have spent the day in my pajamas staring at my computer screen.
This is why we have friends to help you feel better.
Friends who send you pictures of sweet action stuff that nearly sends you into another over stimulated state.
Stuff like this.....

Look at that!!! It is so cute!! He looks adorable!!  Aw....  it's just freaking awesome!

And those are some pretty sweet boots.

I need some.

Now, as I have sent myself into another over stimulated state of mind.... Lieutenant, you have the Conn. Alert medical.