An Incentive

Tell me you are not excited.

Tell me that these pictures do not fill you with glee.

The Chronicles of Narnia Voyage of the Dawn Treader comes out next Friday.
I am so excited!!
And you should be too.
But just in case you aren't, I have some more pictures that might motivate you to change your mind:

We learn about doing our chores while watching Narnia. And as an added bonus, we learn that all men are created equal. See, even King Peter has to do his laundry.

We learn that we should all participate with enthusiasm.

And that stranger danger is a must. Even while wearing buckets of chain mail.


Now if that isn't enough incentive to get you to go see the movie,

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This might be.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see if I can pre buy tickets.

A Solution

So I've been on one of my reading binges lately and have read a lot over the break. But I have discovered a problem.
I don't have a place to read.

My room is in the basement where its cold and dark and I don't have a chair or anything and upstairs in the living room, my family watches T.V or there is too much noise so I can't get into the groove of the book.

But I have a solution.

HECK YES!

I will need to by more books...

I'm thinking I should place it by the bookshelf in my room. But if it's downstairs, that means it's cold.
So I will have to buy a snuggie.

Oh wait....
They look like this:

That makes it all better.

And I'm sorry, I just can't let this go.

They look like they belong to a cult or something. Like the one in O Brother where art thou?  Yeah. That one. The one I'm not going to name.

Especially the red ones.


But back to my chair.

I see the comparison, don't you?

Nah, maybe not. Kirk might have actually learned something if he had a chair like this.

                                                       

Holy Torpedo, Batman!

It's a Sherlock Holmes meets Batman story!!

As you are well aware, I have been writing a 221b series for Fanfiction. My stories have been getting rather obnoxious lately and today I think this one gets a prize for just plain weird.
..Is anyone curious to see Batman Holmes?
(Go ahead. Click here.) You know you want to.

Do you like this picture?
I made it.
With my very pitiful photo editing skills.


I think they should sing this song in the musical. It would be wonderful.

Thompson Twins- We are Detective

A Confusing Conundrum of Life Saving Importance

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Hello, people! Do you know what time of year it is? Yes, it is nearly time for Thanksgiving, turkey, families and all that jazz, but I'm talking about something important.

The Sexiest Man Alive competition.

No, I am not going to show any pictures so don't panic!! Thank you, I knew you were a bit worried there. But don't worry, under no circumstances would I be persuaded to show a picture of Doctor McDreamy or whatever the heck his name is on my blog.

But I do have a little problem with this competition. It's not that I object to who they chose, (It's the guy from 27 Dresses, isn't it? What's his name?)

But it says "Sexiest Man Alive"
Um.. is it just me, or am I the only one who sees the problem here?

ALIVE.

..no, this is not a rant about how my vote would be for fictional characters
But what happens to all the other guys that were voted the hottest? Wouldn't you technically have to kill the previous sexiest man alive to be the new one? Because as far as I know, George Clooney, Johnny Depp and all the other celebrities are still alive and would still technically hold the title unless they were dead.

Do you get it? Does it bother you?  It bothers me.

A lot.

So this Thanksgiving, I want you to be grateful that we have not had  a Hollywood massacre. And to show this thanks,  the next time you go to the store and are in the check out lane and see the cover of the magazine, I want you to scream, "Thank goodness he is still alive!!"

It will help me and the magazine editors feel better.

Breakfast of Champions

I would like to speak to you today on a subject that is very dear to my heart.

Well, down a little bit and in the center if you want to be anatomically correct.
I'm talking about food.
Not just any food.
Toast.

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I love toast. A lot. And look! That toast winks at you!!

D'aw..

Toast is a wonderful substance.  I eat it almost everyday.   It is a world known food item! It brings us together at the breakfast table! And, I'm pretty sure that most countries would accept toast as a peace offering, don't you?

But today, I am not here to talk to you about feeding the U.N toast for breakfast.

I am here to talk about the cultural impact toast has on our lives.

We see it in comic strips.

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And even toast masquerading as superheroes.
Simply inspirational.

May the toast be with you.

Is toast going to take over the world? Are we all going to become slaves to square shaped pieces of wheat ground fiber?!

Why yes, I do believe we are.
I call it "The Toast Revolution."
Join now, or reap (get it? Reap?) the consequences later.

We hear of toast in song.

Hoops & Yo Yo and the weird guy who I can't name song about toast being some of my favorites.

Inspirational toast songs have gone International.

Emilie, this video is for you.   You enjoy the random, the weird and well, this song fits it.

It's soo weird, it's even in a different language. *waggles eyebrows* How's that for bizarre?
Since I do not speak the language he is singing in this, all I caught was something about toast and at the very end of the video, is he talking about 'The light?'

I don't get it either.

I lost it when he started dancing.
Is he supposed to look like a typewriter?

But apples and oranges, let's not worry about such trivial things as this foreign music video and its disturbing dance moves. Never mind the stare down you receive at 2:05 or the super slick move he does when he whips out a spatula.

Just watch the video and enjoy the wonderful language of toast

In My Absence....

I've felt missed.

Truly and deeply.

I was even sent an e-card with a frightening puppy panting like it was having a heart attack to welcome me back.*

Where have I been?
Well, lots of places.
In the sun, where I went fossil hunting and found a pile of discarded drug needles instead.
In a blizzard and nearly a car accident.
In the car in a canyon in the rain with a picnic.
In a 3-D movie, where I missed the first five minutes and all the previews.

And..
Wait for it.
No, I'm not going to say in loooovveee. Like you are all expecting me to.
Well, sort of.
If falling in love with a book character for the umpteenth time counts as love.
But I don't think so.

I tried!! I honestly wasn't going to talk about this book until I was finished with the series! I was even trying to keep this post Sherlock Holmes free!!
..epic fail with that.

I love these books.
You should all read these books.
That's all.
I won't rant and go all literary freak on you about how wonderful their word usage was. How this is totally awesome and that I count it as a continuation of the original canon and 100% buy into the Conan Doyle theory they mention.
I'm not going to tell you that.
Nor, am I going to let my girl side kick in and shout from the housetops about how utterly adorable Sherlock Holmes was. And how I nearly died when he...
oh wait.
I'm not telling you.

*evil grin*
I guess you'll just have to read it yourself to find out.




*Haha! Just kidding about the card, Percival.
It rocked.

A Plethora of Paranoia

There are little things in life that bother me.

Lowe's commercials,  shopping and grammar error filled articles are not some of them.

But this, this goes too far.

You do not mess with my 80's music.

Glee, [help us all,] that show scares me.
HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THEY DID TO BILLY IDOL!!?!  

                                           

Their version of Dancing With Myself is positively terrifying. I made it only 25 seconds listening to it and that was nearly killing me.

I dare you to see how long you can go for without your eyeballs bleeding.

*Gag*


Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to the real Billy Idol. I need to restore my hearing.