tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69277557621497319972024-03-13T03:31:07.813-07:00Snippets, Slices, and Scenesbasically, this is just where i spill my soul and disregard grammar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-71961236949118481552013-06-10T16:36:00.001-07:002013-06-10T16:42:21.512-07:00Oh, ahha, no, i can only draw stick people<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Over the past 13 months, i've rediscovered my love for art. i've been attacking all sorts of genres, i've grown a lot, and, apparently, i have some kind of innate talent that was given to me by fairies under a full moon.</div>
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i respect and appreciate compliments - they encourage me so much - and i suppose i acknowledge that i have some kind of visual gifting. But you wouldn't believe how many people i have met who, upon seeing my drawings, immediately place themselves below me on the talent scale. "Oh, i wish i could draw like that!"</div>
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Newsflash: when Mrs DaVinci was putting little Leonardo's artwork on the fridge, it probably looked like this:</div>
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Okay. Mountainbikers. Have we got any mountainbikers here? That's great. i'm happy for you. i'm glad that your passion is the outdoors, or maybe plumbing, or cooking or surfing. There are people who aren't artistically inclined - lots of people. YAY. Diversity. A+. Fantastic. Live great lives doing your thing. Do that.<br />
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But for everyone who <i>wishes</i> they were born with the flower-nymph gifting of Art, please listen to what i have to say. i am not putting myself down, i am trying to share the joy i find in art, and give everyone a chance to experience it.<br />
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Art is not genius. it is not a case of Either You Have it Or You Don't. True, some people are more inclined towards painting or sketching than others, but i have found that there is a ridiculous mentality that you have to<i> start good </i>and get better. <i>Nobody starts good</i>. You suck at design? Awesome. i sucked at design before i started developing more of an eye for it. (Yes, i know that my blog's layout is awful). Actively pursue your talent, even if you're convinced you don't have any. There will be years of frustration, years where you can't quite capture what you want to capture. But just the fact that you're frustrated with your own skill shows you have an eye for what you want to do.<br />
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Oh, you protest, but the world doesn't need another artist. There are so many good artists out there. Look at the internet!</div>
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The point of art is not to be the best, guys. The point of art is not to be the best. The point of singing is not to be Adele. The point of smiling is not to be a dentist's kid. The point of sleeping is not to be Rip Van Winkle. Make art, because art is a form of self-expression that is healthy and therapeutic and fun. Make art because it is a form of communication. Make art because you've always wanted to. Don't make art because you want to be good at art.</div>
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Make art. Treat yourself to some fancy supplies you don't know how to use; none of us know the principals of watercolour when we get our first set. Scribble down your depression with a 6B pencil. Put your happiness on your driveway with chalk. Photoshop your fear.</div>
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Make art, and don't wait to be good enough.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-39401190598504117072013-04-28T23:30:00.000-07:002013-04-28T23:30:07.709-07:00More Glory Than the World Has Knownwell it's been like four months since i last posted.<br />
But I had to dump my soul out. So here I am.<br />
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Before we get onto this actual post, a brief update on my life:<br />
-i met a platonic soulmate<br />
-i watch a lot of tv<br />
-summer cannot come fast enough<br />
-[obligatory comment about how freaking tough school is right now like don't even talk to me]<br />
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-all the songs make sense now<br />
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There's a quote from a tv show called Castle, which I don't watch, but is very relevant to my life right now.<br />
"How do you know you're in love?" "All the songs make sense."<br />
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Now, I hate the "I'm dating Jesus!1!!<333" stuff as much as the next guy. So I'm not making this comparison idly. I'm making it because I finally understand all the hymns, all the worship music, all the crazy things people say about wanting to live for Jesus.<br />
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I don't know how to talk about what's happened. Everything I'm typing reads like I'm calm. I don't jump up and down in church. but i wANT TO TYPE LIKE THIS AND I WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT AND DANCE IN THE AISLES. I KEEP REPEATING "THE HOLE INSIDE ME HAS BEEN FILLED" BECAUSE IT HAS. THE EMPTY SPACE IN MY STOMACH THAT I FUTILELY TRY TO FILL WITH FANDOMS AND RELATIONSHIPS FEELS LIKE IT'S BEEN STUFFED WITH NEVERENDING HOT FOOD. I FEEL LIKE I'M JUST TASTING THE VERY EDGE OF THIS, GLIMPSING THE HEM OF GOD'S ROBE.<br />
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"'Cause I got changed by what I've been shown,<br />
It's more glory than the world has known,<br />
Keeps me ramblin' on,<br />
And skippin' like a calf<br />
Loosed from his stall,<br />
I'm free to love once and for all,<br />
And even when I fall I get back up<br />
Through the joy that overflows my cup.<br />
Heaven filled me with more than enough,<br />
Broke down my levees and my bluffs,<br />
Let the flood wash me."<br />
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I'M GOING! TO! EXPLODE!<br />
I HAVE FOUND THE KEY TO LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, AND EVERYTHING. IT'S NOT 42, IT'S TRUSTING IN GOD COMPLETELY AND LETTING GO OF YOUR FEARS AND DOUBTS AND BEING STILL AND KNOWING THAT HE IS /GOD/ AND SHARING THE GLORY YOU'VE SEEN WITH OTHERS. THIS IS SUPERNATURAL. THIS ISN'T NORMAL.<br />
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I COULD GO ON IN ALL-CAPS FOR A VERY LONG TIME, BUT I HAVE A FEELING THAT PEOPLE TAKE ME A LITTLE LESS SERIOUSLY WHEN I AM SCREAMING AT THEM SO HEY HO BACK TO LITTLE TEXT<br />
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So, anyway. Today in church, my dad gave a really good sermon about suffering for Jesus. Me and my friend Mary had been talking a day or two before about how much we'd rather burn up than stick to the shade.<br />
Log book: April 2013. I'm fifteen years old, and I'm tired of living for the distant future. I don’t want to go to school, get married, go on a honeymoon, pay the bills, and die. I can’t stand that. Not because I don’t like the idea, I do. I want to kiss someone and go to Iceland with him and maybe have a kid or two.<br />
But I have discovered a love and a truth that blows everything out of the water and I can’t live normal. I was just sitting in church, soaked in jealousy of Paul the Apostle because how he suffered but still knew the truth. He was out there, preaching, moving the Gospel forward. The church is advanced through the blood of the martyrs. You cannot live safely defending this. And I don’t want to. I want to feel great pain and know that my God is greater and know that I am honouring him. I want to throw away my entire life. I want to live with insane radness. I don't want to get to heaven and cry because I wasted my life. I want to live in a way that is not safe and is not fun or comfortable, but that is sustained by God.<br />
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I JUST.<br />
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I'M SORRY I HAD TO SPILL THIS.<br />
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MICAH OUT.<br />
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P.S. LISTEN TO <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1wy6MGoG7Y" target="_blank">THIS MUSIC</a> BECAUSE IT'S THE BEST MUSIC EVER.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-85859684422335660532013-01-01T01:27:00.002-08:002013-01-01T01:27:07.582-08:00character looks and likeability and orwell and bradbury <br />
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The first time i read Fahrenheit 451 i didn’t like him at all, but i think it was for the same partial reason i didn’t like Winston in 1984 - they were reportedly ugly, or i imagined them ugly, and human beings are drawn to beautiful things and in the midst of such an ugly world i needed some kind of light. is that superficial? i think it’s human to go after lovely things. the flaw in that is that sometimes the loveliness isn’t immediate and we can dismiss a search after the initial disappointment.</div>
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I guess maybe what separates a hero from another is the outcome of their character battle, in literature. I guess we want to be, need to be told that humanity will conquer and beauty exists. montag represents that. He searches for books, which are beloved to me. He quits his job burning things. he’s intimidated by people and runs but eventually finds a way out and survives. Winston just sinks into his human waste more and more and after a moment of struggle is crushed inevitably. You can’t blame him for that, for being ugly in an ugly situation, you can’t blame him for circumstance. But the message he carries is so full of despair that I think shying away from him is not a wrong response.</div>
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I finished Firefly and the sequel movie Serenity. It was so beautiful. As I posted on Tumblr, Serenity was hellish perfection. If you've seen it, FANGIRL WITH ME. If you haven't - it's on Netflix and I highly recommend it. There are a few scenes that have, you know, mature content, but in general the series is really worth watching. It is so lively and real, filled with absolutely vibrant characters, gripping plots, heart-shredding tragedy and a real uplifting inspiration - the themes of nomadic freedom and having a code of honour and doing better than people think you will and survival and perseverance and finding your way in the 'verse. <i>Good stuff.</i></div>
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Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS. In celebration of happiness and creys, I give you Wash spam, consisting of gifs that I don't own. (for those of you that haven't seen Firefly/Serenity, Wash is a very loveable comedic relief type character. Usually I'm not that fond of these characters, but I just attached to Wash. He's got integrity and his relationship with his wife is adorable and - I hardly even know why I'm so fond of him. I just am.)</div>
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Nights like this, you feel the earth's potential, the fact that outside your little bubble of comfy backyards there is a swarm of people who all have different worldviews and situations. <i>Sonder</i> is the word, I think, and it means that somewhere opposite of where you are, on a little backstreet in a quiet brick and stone English village next to a florists' down a little lane there is a house with willow trees choking it up and an old lady lives there with her passionate nostalgia and it's a little muddy misty lane and the windows are fogged up </div>
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and somewhere else in a teeny apartment a woman with cheap jewellery who has never really known a really comfortable life like yours, whose little bubble world is not inclusive of hours of pleasurable internet browsing, who only knows love as an abuse, lives - reading, reading is her pleasure, her passion, with crossed legs on a little couch and the apartment is the kind that you don't think smells very good when you walk in and the curtains are out of date and her whole world is trying to make her struggle worth it without even knowing it and she's in dull pain but she just loves to read and she sits with her back against orange patterned curtains in front of a little boxy tv and waits for someone she doesn't really like to come home and makes pasta with one hand on a book</div>
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there are lots of lives and none of them has anything to do with yours.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-55053467247151309182012-12-15T00:50:00.001-08:002012-12-15T00:54:08.658-08:00HEY GUYS I'M NOT DEAD<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">So, a few minutes ago, I was all, "You know what would be cool? If i kept a journal online where people could read it if they felt like it. Because I journal a lot and I almost want to share it."</span><br />
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You will have noticed some things. Like, I haven't been around for months, there's that. This is because I got a blog on another blogging platform (Tumblr), as you've probably heard, and I use it 24/7, so Blogger was sort of left behind. Which was not entirely right, of course.<br />
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If anyone cares, my life has been this since September:<br />
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- Intense school with a new system. This includes lots of flailing around in the dark and working harder than I ever have (which, unfortunately, isn't saying much). Side effects: sporadic crying. Also a new sense of purpose and happiness, when I've had a good day.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">-The Fault in Our Stars, and along with it, an almost-new way of seeing the world. Nerdfightia. All things John Green. Re-reading Hazel Grace's story on a ferry boat, crossing the ocean to see history on an island, looking out the window and seeing a timeless hazy grey sea-meets-sky line. New people to meet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">-Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Bordering on a worrying obsession. As in, I looked up the COMICS and am seriously planning to buy them on Amazon. Oh yeah and I'm watching Firefly.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">-Apparently I like going to the gym, which is kind of a revelation. It feels almost like being more honest with myself. Like, before, everyone said they hated it so i focused on how crappy i felt when i ran - instead of how the stairwell is all glass and the lovely smell of new paint, and how the facility is really nice, and how it actually feels very, very good to have lost some weight and become a little more fit. I get how people hate it, and i'm not trying to say I'm better than anyone for enjoying it. It's just a weird quirk of me, I guess.</span></span><br />
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In my opinions, I mean. I'm not on the "hate, kill it with knives and spoof it to death" side, like I am with some YA fiction, but I'm not raving, flying flags in the streets, spamming Tumblr with joy notes, or falling out of my chair like I sometimes am, either. I'm somewhere in the middle.</div>
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On team "this was epic", I felt extremely engaged in <i>Divergent</i>. Maybe it was just that I was wondering whether I'd make it through Dauntless initiation the whole time, but I felt inordinately connected to the story world. Not the characters, not the setting, but the challenges. Jump of a roof? Could I do that? I don't know, could I? It was really interesting and I think back on the reading experience as a startlingly interactive one, and vivid despite the fact I feel like we didn't get enough description. Because yes, I sort of felt like the story skimmed a little, and not enough description was given. It took me a while to figure out things about the city, and most of the time I could never <i>quite </i>picture the setting.</div>
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There weren't a horrible number of Hunger Games similarities, but … is it standard to use the name "The Hob"? And when Tobias "confused enemy with friend" under the power of an injection, I was forcefully<i> </i>reminded of Peeta in Mockingjay.</div>
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As for characters, I just feel like they could have been clearer, faster. Fears were confronted before Tris, the main character, had struggled with them, and everyone's worst-fear simulations - well, they didn't seem unique, except for Tobias'. Anyone at all would be scared of crows pecking your face off, right? And these fears didn't seem to carry out into the real world; I never saw Tris being scared of water outside of the simulations and one life-and-death situation where she's wishing for <i>anything else. </i>She was held over the chasm, sure, and that involved water, but again, anyone would be terrified if you dangled them over a river at the bottom of a cliff. So I didn't feel like that was support for that particular thing. Also, sex was one of Tris' biggest fears, but she never expressed that when she and Tobias were kissing up a storm all over the place, before. And right after that revelation, she and Tobias went to his room and she asked him to take off his shirt, and they kissed some more, and then chilled on a bed for a while. Like … I don't know, it didn't seem real.</div>
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Tobias was terrified of heights in one section, and in the next he walked up precarious stairs backwards. Tris scorned Al for crying, then cried a lot, herself, all over the book (or was always on the brink of tears) - and then claimed that she wasn't the crying type. Tris was supposed to hide the fact that she could manipulate hallucinations - in fact, wasn't supposed to be able to manipulate them, at the last test - and then goes ahead and blatantly relies on her manipulation anyway. Just small things like that, but they added up to make the characters feel a bit vague.</div>
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Tris never felt like a really sympathetic character. She was both selfish and brave, and while those can balance out beautifully - I've seen it done in my favourite fictional character of all time - her sadism when she fought Molly, her thirst for revenge, that brutal refusal to forgive Al, a refusal she didn't really ever repent of, even after his death - they were off-putting. I'm not saying that a character shouldn't be flawed. But when the biggest thing I remember about them is their flaws, when even their best trait - bravery - feeds their pride, they're not sympathetic.</div>
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I have to admit, having just finished <i>Divergent </i>minutes ago - I want more.<i> </i> But not in that I'm-going-to-slowly-die-if-I-don't-get-the-sequel-NOW way that I wait for a book that's fed my soul. Do you know what I mean?</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-30791110918652972552012-09-03T18:39:00.001-07:002012-09-03T18:40:08.315-07:007x01 {Extreme Asylum of the Daleks spoilers}Snape kills Dumbledore, Darth Vader is Luke's dad, and Oswin is a Dalek.<br />
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What can I say? It was funny and cute, but for all its shortness, managed to have one scene they really could have done without. It reminded me lots of the beginning of<i> The Impossible Astronaut</i>. That was disappointing. Don't they realise that kids watch this?<br />
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Miserably short post for a pathetically short clip - see you all 'round!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-17017927090793669662012-08-18T14:18:00.001-07:002012-08-18T14:19:29.453-07:00Thirty Day Character Challenge 2<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-55334555672578884112012-08-14T12:23:00.000-07:002012-08-14T12:45:00.819-07:00Tag!I've been tagged by the amazing <strike>Zoe Alice Latimer</strike> Lostariel.<br />
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If you are tagged/nominated, you must post eleven facts about yourself.<br />
- Then, you must answer the eleven questions the tagger has given you and make eleven questions for the people you are going to tag.<br />
- Next, tag eleven more bloggers. <i>(this is the bit I might cheat on, since I actually don't KNOW that many blogs and I'm shy as heck when it comes to tagging people.)</i><br />
- Tell the people you tagged that you have tagged them.<br />
- No tagging back.<br />
- The person you tagged must have less than 200 followers. <i>(no worries there.)</i><br />
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Random facts about me:<br />
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1. There's this one game I play that I like to say I'm fantastic at. I'm not THAT good, but I've managed to beat all the levels except for one, so I get a bit smug now and again. DEIMOS RISING BABY. Pew, pew, pew! *shooting sounds, which is OOC for Micah*<br />
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2. I wear my "The Angels Have the Phonebox" t-shirt with pride.<br />
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3. I sent JK Rowling fanmail once. I got a form letter back, but it was, like, the friendliest form letter you ever did see.<br />
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4. I only watched like fifteen minutes of the Olympics. *ashamed* I DIDN'T EVEN INTERACT WITH THE GOOGLE CARTOONS<br />
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5. I have hated the Inheritance Cycle and I have loved it, and I hope that I have judged it well.<br />
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6. If your fanvid has lovely colouring and is HD, I'm pretty much sold. If it doesn't, I'm a lot less quick to love it. I'm so superficial.<br />
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7. My first ever chapter story, written when I was eight or nine, was about a mouse, and opened with the line "Hisses rent the air." Unfortunately, that was about the only good bit.<br />
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8. I <i>judge</i> you if you like My Little Pony. I'm sorry, I can't help it. Now, whether that is my problem, born of ignorance or spite, I leave it to you to decide.<br />
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9. My favourite sport is introducing new people to Doctor Who. Picking the right fanvid to get them intrigued is an art. I hope I get someone with -<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNNGv4k8INI" target="_blank">this</a>- one, sometime, because I really want to try it. Or<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87x5BMlWvYU" target="_blank"> -this</a>- one. Or -<br />
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10. I love the word "snarfed". Snarf. Snarfing.<br />
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11. I'm sitting in the kitchen right now, eating ice cubes plain out of a massive plastic cup my sister got in California and listening to Coldplay.<br />
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Answers for <a href="http://barefootarrowsong.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Lostariel</a>:<br />
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1. If you could meet your death at the hand of any fictional character, who would be your worthy opponent?<br />
I wouldn't mind being killed by a Weeping Angel. I'd still have years left to live - we all age to death, so doing it in a different time frame doesn't make <i>too</i> much of a difference.<br />
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2. What kind of character would you be in a science fiction epic?<br />
The one that dies conveniently but rather tragically in the cold open, to show how evil/dangerous the villain is. Or maybe just the one that gets shot in the battle but isn't important, you know those kinds?<br />
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3. If you decided to be a super villain, would you win? Why or why not?<br />
Actually, I think I would get pretty far. Most likely not all the way, but I'd have a lot of history to learn from. Also, I wouldn't be motivated by an emotionally scarring backstory, nor pure spite. I'd be evil for no reason, because I decided to be, and because of that, I'd be more detached and I think I'd avoid pitfalls more easily. I'd have to have a few faithful cronies and a bit more of a British accent, though.<br />
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4. Pick a plant - tree, flower, herb, or something else flora. Now character sketch: What is his/her personality as a human?<br />
Tumbleweed's a traveller. He never suffered tragedies, not exactly, but he's detached from his family and loves no one. He doesn't know a better life, so doesn't angst about it, but he's as sad as you would expect someone like that to be, sad with a grey deadness that he can't pinpoint. Tumbleweed doesn't even know himself where it comes from. He travels far and wide, subconsciously looking for beautiful things, but he was never taught the difference between loveliness and plainness, so he's only got a raw instinct to go on, and often passes wonderful things and gorgeous historical landmarks without a thought. Tumbleweed's all about subconsciousness - he's sad and lonely there, and he knows his life could be better down in his heart. But he has no idea how to articulate any of this. He lives on pennies and goes where the wind carries him.<br />
What will happen when the wind stops?<br />
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5. What's an unpopular opinion you hold about music?<br />
These are hard questions. I don't know that I hold very many unpopular opinions about music. I'm pretty easy going in that area. I like what I like and what I don't I leave be.<br />
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6. What do you do with notebooks/sketchpads/journals/diaries/similar once you've filled them up?<br />
I keep them in a memory box, and then, after a few years, re-read them and judge my younger self. To the point that I sometimes feel insecure writing in diaries, because I can feel seventeen year old Micah peering over my shoulder and not understanding the way I feel.<br />
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7. Your doorbell rings. Surprise! It's me! What is your first thought/action?<br />
AAAGH! IT'S YOU. *HUGE HUG* come inside and we'll make tea and then we can go explore the city together okay? okay.<br />
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8. What book/movie/show do you love that you wouldn't recommend to anyone else?<br />
That is a fantastic question. There are always those things, right? Well, I'm dabbling in the Supernatural fandom, and I have a huge feeling that if I ever did watch it, that would be the show I'd never recommend, but secretly love for reasons only I understand. Right now, though, I can't think of any. Though I put modifiers on Sherlock.<br />
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9. You offer a shivering eight-year-old stranger your coat. She smiles at you, and you're not sure if it's a nice smile or a cruel smile, and runs away. You stick your hands in your pockets only to find something in them that wasn't there before. What is it?<br />
It's glowing, alive, but hard shelled, smooth as diamond. You shake your head - after walking home, Googling it, and staring at it on your shelf for a while, you decide to take it to a jeweller, and see what it's worth. Goodness knows where it came from, but you could use some extra cash.<br />
How could you guess that you were just the first human being in the world to look at a song?<br />
Let us forgive your ignorance. But you could at least have figured out what kind of song it was.<br />
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10. What is the loveliest voice to fall asleep to?<br />
Ach, that sounds so romantic. I've never fallen asleep to someone's voice. I can think of some voices I wouldn't mind, like, reading to me or comforting me if we were in the middle of an adventure together, and had camped out at an abandoned house, and needed something to chase away the cold. But as for actually naming those voices - *dodges question*<br />
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11. Did you ever get excited when you found out two people you know (or know of) know each other? If so, who?<br />
Not really - maybe once or twice, but not drastically, as far as I can remember. Sorry.<br />
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New questions:<br />
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1. If you met a Boggart/found your room at the God Complex/were marched towards room 101 in the Ministry of Love, what would await you? If it's a too personal of a question, just tell us your favourite ice cream flavour. Unless, of course, your worst fear is ice cream. Then you can just leave this blank.<br />
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2. How did Sherlock survive?<br />
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3. Which do you prefer - nice eyes or a nice smile?<br />
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4. What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?<br />
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5. What is the best smelling book you ever did sniff?<br />
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6. Are you the crying type? (The Fall, Doomsday, Toy Story 3?)<br />
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7. Which fictional villain makes you the most frightened or angry?<br />
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8. What would your dream room look like? ...Your dream house?<br />
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9. If you could only see everything in one font, from now on, what font would you pick?<br />
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10. Mac or PC?<br />
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11. You're a contestant in the Hunger Games. Detail this for us. What's your strategy? Training score? Do you win, or ... not? If you feel like it, give us even more. Outfits? Favourite thing about the Capital? District? What's the arena like this year?<br />
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Tagged:<br />
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<a href="http://sandysnare.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Sandysnare</a>,<br />
<a href="http://chesterisaninja.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">chesterisaninja</a>,<br />
<a href="http://madis-hartte.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">madis hartte</a>,<br />
<a href="http://tomorrowsong.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">tomorrowsong</a>,<br />
<a href="http://lindelas.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">lindelas</a>,<br />
<a href="http://randomwritersramblings.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Nicki T.</a>,<br />
<a href="http://windthroughmysails.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Alexandria</a>,<br />
<a href="http://seeingfromthevalley.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Alexandra</a>,<br />
<a href="http://liveforjesus2012.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank">Lindz</a>,<br />
<a href="http://allisonturnstime.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Allison</a>,<br />
<a href="http://jennink.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Jennink</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-199040596341035862012-08-10T23:41:00.001-07:002012-08-10T23:41:42.359-07:00Thirty Day Character ChallengeFive days at a time, Fridays. Who's excited? I'm excited!<br />
Fictional characters are such a big part of my life that I think of this as giving you a snippet of my mind - maybe that sounds odd, but I think most of you understand what I mean.<br />
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Do I <i>need </i>to? Seriously?</div>
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Anyway, this character is Idris (from Doctor Who, of course).</div>
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I love the idea of the Doctor having someone always there for him, someone who understands him better than anyone - someone who chose him, stole him. The uniqueness of the Time Lord/TARDIS pairing strikes me as awesome. I love the personification of the machine. Basically, she's interesting, unique, and, because she isn't mentioned a lot, has a lot of room for development.</div>
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HOW previous?</div>
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I give you Martin the Warrior of the Redwall series - one of the first characters I ever loved.</div>
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I give you Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon.</div>
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I give you Ferb from Phineas and Ferb.</div>
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<strike>Note the fact that they're all European. My mum says I'm going to end up marrying an American but with a track record like mine i doubt it</strike></div>
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Lucy from The Chronicles of Narnia. It's kind of weird how similar I look to Georgie Henley.</div>
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-Eleven from Doctor Who, with his tendency to bottle up depression or angst - to either be nasty, or on top of the world and less than wholly mature.</div>
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-Susan from Narnia. The older sister who has trouble with the being perfect thing.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-12051615209555540542012-08-04T00:13:00.000-07:002012-08-04T00:14:01.079-07:00And Then I Went CampingIt's Friday again, and I have been - excuseless and lazy - a terrible blogger for a very long time. I'm honestly trying to smarten up, now. On Fridays, I'll blog about life (I mean, I'll try), and on Mondays, I think I'm going to review Doctor Who. Yep. I think I'm going to go over all of Eleven's era before series seven starts, giving reviews of each episode, so I can be all ready to go when we finally get the airdate for "Asylum of the Daleks".<br />
These are the things I say, but may or may not get done.<br />
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I'm exhausted right now. I just debated a stranger on the internet about feminism (which is not a smart thing to do, considering the only base I have for my beliefs on most subjects is my faith, and people don't get where I'm coming from) and it's left me tired and thirsting for something bigger, for a change in the air, for a revival of life in the world.<br />
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And to that end, I will describe the recent trip I took up to the bustling metropolis of Merritt, that town to the left of Nowhere that has one McDonald's and a Starbucks.<br />
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No, seriously.<br />
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'Cos I went with Tomorrowsong - you might know her from her blog, or from Tumblr. She and I had some great talks about Life, the Universe, and Everything. And it was a joy to get away from everything, even if I missed the airing of the new Doctor Who trailer. The air was hot and dry, mosquito bites abounded, and sand and stars and the moon like a searchlight over the water - fishing and swimming and tyres crunching on gravel - lukewarm breakfasts and mountain passes - it all just reordered my brain, a bit. It's honestly nice to be away from good things. The internet is like rich food - every once in a while you have to just drink some water and eat a hot dog and enjoy little things instead. So maybe I'll keep a tighter schedule on my derpy online activities.<br />
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So nothing profound for today, because I'm dead tired. That's just my little update on life. Thanks for tuning in, and for letting me give my little description bit. *salutes* I'll see you soon, God willing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-85177458924274826272012-07-21T00:03:00.000-07:002012-07-21T00:04:09.282-07:00To the BeachIf you Google-search <i>Whytecliff Park, Vancouver</i>, you will find out that pictures are sometimes not worth a thousand words at all.<br />
The only one I could find that came close to capturing the absolute, insane beauty of that place is here.<br />
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But really. You have to stand on that island, climb the rocks on the shore, get lost in the little folds and hollows of the land, look down cliffs to find secluded beaches, stand on submerged rocks and feel the raw power of the ocean spray your skirt.<br />
You have to be there. Smell the salt. Wonder how white, fine sand got in the crevasses of rocks so high up. Chew on grass. Sing. Watch the Loon that's perched on the buoy out to sea. Look for seals among the breakers.<br />
Stand there and cry because it's so amazing. And because you can't keep it.<br />
No really.<br />
There were tears in my eyes.<br />
More than once.<br />
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Look, I hate being outside, but one day, one day when I can drive, God willing, I <i>will </i>pack snacks and cucumber sandwiches. I will follow the wind-y roads to the secluded seashore with music blasting, singing at the top of my lungs. I will lean into the hollow of a rock, high up, the sea crashing far below, and I will write poetry and watch the birds and the scuba divers.<br />
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TRUE STORY.<br />
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The only bad thing about the place - and hey, it isn't bad, it's <i>bittersweet,</i> and sometimes bittersweetness is the best kind of good - is, well, it makes me feel like this.<br />
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It's so romantic. The sort of place that basically <i>requires</i> a special hand to hold.</div>
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These are the places my dad randomly takes me when I'm bored. Because we have nothing better to do.</div>
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Be very jealous.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-54427640486905513862012-07-11T22:29:00.001-07:002012-07-11T22:29:52.232-07:00Scheduling UpdateHey guys!<br />
I think I'm going to be posting on Mondays and Fridays, instead of Wednesdays too. I'm sorry that the summer's been such an inconsistent time.<br />
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Thanks, love you all!<br />
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MicahUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-87815470169253413892012-07-06T23:21:00.000-07:002012-07-06T23:22:57.156-07:00Drawing Spam!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I like to draw. I'm trying to get better. It's really hard. Anywho, this is what happens when I attempt to lay pencil to paper. And I say spam 'cos this is spam. Ten pics right out of the blue. Most of them aren't really that great. I just want to share.</div>
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First drawing of Loki.</div>
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Cossette from Les Miserables, in a scene that totally grabbed my heart, where she's playing with a little doll from her foster family. This is different, because it's not meant to look like too realistic, and I don't draw like that often.<br />
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No deep post this time: I just had a really nice day, and, allowing some ups and downs, a pretty darn amazing year. Can I share some memories from the past 365 days? Just in snippets, as I wrote them down last night - made a bit clearer, for blogging's sake, though. 'Cause half of it would only make sense for someone living in my brain.<br />
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Thank you, Lord, for the fantastic year. Thanks for<i> Les Miserables</i>, Jean Valjean, (and Jean-Valjean-cast-as-Tom-Hiddleston), Fantine, the lovely free audio recordings that have brought me so much joy - thanks for school, and my wonderful online courses. For soaking in knowledge. For sharpened pencil crayons and artwork.<br />
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For music. "Sail", Florence + the Machine, Keane, Paramore, YouTube, DW fanvids. Adele. Singing while washing dishes - home alone.<br />
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The Eleventh Doctor. Thanks for the times I had staring up at the stars - chilly nights and screenless windows. Frost and wind. Worlds in Time.<br />
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For "The God Complex", Dark!Doctor, and raspberries.<br />
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Knott's Berry Farm. California. Lying in hammocks in the heated evening - used bookstores, sandals, swimsuits, morning walks, Disney Channel, heavenly smells, windmills, choir.<br />
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For that community choir. That I didn't give up on it, even though I was in it for years and was tired. For bus trips. For hanging out after Christmas concerts. For ugly outfits, for mercifully easy choreography this year. For inside jokes. For almost passing out during the recording session. Scavenger hunts. Packed lunches. Laughter.<br />
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For safety. For Ernest Hemingway, frozen yoghurt, Robin Hood and Doctor Who. Great babysitting and tame kids. <i>The Screwtape Letters</i>.<br />
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Thanks also for conversations with friends. Classic Who. Blogging.<br />
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Thanks for that time I was new to DW. For community group and church. For Phineas and Ferb... for Bard on the Beach, BBC, in-mind recasting - series seven hype! My family.<br />
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Thanks for Sherlock, I nearly forgot. For Sinnerman, the Fall, "Come Undone" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR8jDQ_aUiY ], cliffhangers. "Jim Moriarty, hi!"<br />
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For HP8, and how could I forget the Hunger Games? Endless awesomeness.<br />
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The pure, otherworldly beauty of our vacation spot - rain - Jonsi [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOd9zWdH2dQ ], and<i> Mockingjay</i>. That new-book smell that was totally unique to the world of Panem.<br />
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Winnie the Pooh, road trips.<br />
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For phases, and memory, and vivid dreams. And vivid DW rewatches - "Flesh and Stone"!<br />
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And so many other things I'm forgetting. Whoa, my brain holds so much sensation.<br />
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<i>Thank you.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-20871503885800600112012-06-30T22:25:00.003-07:002012-06-30T22:28:09.264-07:00Brave<span style="background-color: white;">The same theatre, the same less-than-stellar expectations, but I walked off with so much more from<i> The Avengers</i> than from <i>Brave</i>. So here's my blog post/review. (On a Saturday. I know. I'm terrible.)</span><br />
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So, how was <i>Brave</i>?<br />
In short: it was alright. Gorgeous design, landscapes, and atmosphere. But to tell the truth, it was riddled with cliches. A princess (oh no) that doesn't like being ladylike (oh <i>no</i>) and is rejecting the suitors that her parents have arranged for her (<i>oh no</i>). She also likes to shoot arrows, because archery is awesome.<br />
Wait, but have I not seen this a thousand times? Now, before Pixar, I'd never heard a story about superheros with family issues, or self centred cars, or the day jobs of the monsters that live in your closet, or a fish that has lost his son and will swim around the world to get him back, tailed by another fish that has short-term memory loss. I'd never even heard about a father and a grandfather who took the littlest in their family to sweep the stars on the moon! (referencing the beautiful little short, "La Luna", shown before the feature film).<br />
But I do know about that princess who hated being ladylike and proved she was just as good as the boys, in the end.<br />
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Brave's plotline was slightly predictable, and though the film was lovely and I’m dead jealous of Merida’s hair, it wasn’t exactly the absolute brilliance and freshness that Pixar normally turns out, you know?<br />
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Sorry to say, but going with Celtic-y Scottish-y stories about square pegs in round holes that defy their destiny against a beautifully animated backdrop, Dreamworks did it far better two years ago with <i>How To Train Your Dragon</i>.<br />
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Still, I'm glad I saw it. With scenes that were genuinely a bit creepy, laugh-out-loud comedy, and art to die for, it wasn't for nothing. But what carries a movie is its character, and the fresh story they live.<br />
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What have I been doing? Well, on Wednesday, I started a blog post really late at night, but I made the mistake of starting to write about the Doctor Who episode "The Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit" at midnight. I hate to admit it, but I just creeped myself out, so I went to bed. And then on Friday, I was in Seattle with my dad. We went on a road trip.</div>
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See, the theme of Doctor Who is this. <i>No matter where you're from, no matter who you are, no matter how broken or average or useless or mean or ugly, you mean something, you are special, and you could save the world.</i></div>
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Ugh, there are so many thoughts crowding in my head, I can't think. The thing is, Doctor Who is a light. It's secular, it slips in its dirty jokes and its moralism, but in the end, Doctor Who has important messages and even more important themes running subconsciously through it.</div>
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Yes, totally subconsciously. It is impossible to believe in evolution and carry that worldview all the way through - it is. See, the Doctor claims to believe in evolution. But then he is a completely contradictory character: if evolution is true, then survival of the fittest is also a truth, and what is the Doctor doing saving people, defending the earth when it's too weak to defend itself? The Doctor is practicing something that stems from God and God alone: he is self-sacrificing, giving of himself to save weak human beings (when he is clearly part of a superior race). You can't deny that the Doctor lives out a worldview different than the one he claims. Not just different: directly opposed. There is no way a consistent believer in evolution could look at a little chid with dyslexia, and, instead of writing him off as a deficient quirk of nature when the kid admits this problem, bend down to his level, and say warmly, "Oh, that's okay, <i>I</i> can't make a decent meringue."</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">D'you ever just see someone - someone who's just doing nothing, not impacting anything in any visible way, sitting on their couch, doing their routine - and do you ever just feel contempt for them? Like they're not worth it? Like, "So, what are you doing for the world?" Of course, it's silly, because really, what difference am I making right now? But t</span><span style="background-color: white;">hat was me - and is me. I tell you, though, it got so much less when the Doctor took my hand and showed me. Showed me that a temp worker can be the most important woman in the universe, that a medical student can rock the cosmos, that an unemployed teenager can make all the difference in the world.</span></div>
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France, 1789. A war is raging, ripping a country apart. The blood-soaked people fight under a banner that bears an inspiring trio of words: "Liberty, equality, fraternity". But the people's push for that equality is tragic - thousands of innocents are slaughtered in the lust for it.<br />
What are we losing in our grasp at equality?<br />
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Women aren't treated very well, are they? Anywhere. In the East you have them ground underfoot, in the West, you have them smudged out of existence.<br />
No, seriously.<br />
Chances to express ourselves, write, make art, discover math and science, to love, to make changes to the world, and to serve our God in huge ways - fantastic. Right, I love that.<br />
Abandoning motherhood, starving our bodies into shapes as closely resembling men as possible - armed with disrespect, disregarding the knights who come to rescue us, because we're too in love with the tower. Laughing in the face of what chivalry they still offer.<br />
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All in the pursuit of equality.<br />
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The culture is pushing women out of the mould they've always been in. Well and good? No. No, not really. Not at all, actually. Okay, I don't care if you like skateboarding and you're a girl. I don't care if you like to paint and you're a boy. It doesn't matter. But I do care if the women are leading their families. If they're not submitting to their husbands. If they're taking off and leaving their children to be raised by schools and daycares. If they're killing their babies - before and after the children are conceived - 'cause they want lifestyle.<br />
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Yeah, I'm for women's rights. Define women's rights. I want girls who can be girls, and not copies of men.<br />
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What about men? This makes me even angrier, believe it or not. Men are weakening. They can't lead anymore. They're not where they were meant to be. There are lovely guys who still do their part, but notice the trend, especially in television, where the weak, passive father is ruled by the disrespectful mother. And anything else is called sexism. Men don't even treat themselves right.<br />
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Misunderstanding of the word 'equality'.<br />
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I, for one, want a leader. I want to be a helper. I was made to be a helper. That doesn't mean I can't have dreams. But I was born a girl, and I want to be one.<br />
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It was pretty fantastic. However, the actors <i>were</i> yelling a lot of the time - I felt like it wasn't subtle enough. I blame this on a few things. One, the internet has turned me into a critic. Two, I have the most fantastic audio production of stories from Shakespeare ever. The actors are absolutely perfect and it all sounds so gorgeous. So I was expecting a lot. Three, I was repeating a lot of the lines over in my head, but executed by my dream cast for the play. Which is comprised of a lot of British, world-class actors. So what can you do? It <i>was</i> awesome, and I had a<i> great</i> time with my grandma, who treated me to it.<br />
And we had sushi, which is heaven for the taste buds.<br />
And of course, it was fantastic to be in the city.<br />
Now I smell like sand, because of walking along the beach before the performance.<br />
And I'm sunburned.<br />
And earlier today I went boating with some good friends, and discussed writing, character development, and life questions, such as our opinions of BBC's Robin Hood and Whether "The God Complex" Is An Amazing Doctor Who Episode Or Not (which it is).<br />
And presently I'm going to go mix and match the options of watching Doctor Who, writing, Tumbling too much, and drawing a poster for Macbeth starring a Doctor Who actor. God Willing, of course, because Tumblr might swallow all the time if I let it conquer me.<br />
But it can't defeat my purposes until Birnam Wood comes to Dunsinane Hill.<br />
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There's my little update for today! Thanks for tuning in. This has been Silly Songs With Larry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-71471847984015509202012-06-13T23:54:00.000-07:002012-06-13T23:54:27.282-07:00Harry PotterYeah, last summer was a traumatic time. Sobbing my eyes out - because S<i>nape -</i> I exited the theatre, plastic wand in hand. Mischief Managed. Over forever. And it really was that sad.<br />
But then came Doctor Who. Sherlock. Loki. The Hunger Games. Fanfiction. Tumblr. Facebook.<br />
And I figured that these things were just as good (if not better) than Harry Potter.<br />
Yesterday, I re-watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for the first time in many moons.<br />
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Guys, I was wrong.<br />
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Okay, Doctor Who, Sherlock, the Hunger Games, and Loki's movies have their goods and their bads, their strengths and their weaknesses. I'm sure there are places where they're all stronger than Harry Potter.<br />
...right?<br />
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Anyway, besides the pure nostalgia that attacked me in waves of bittersweet beauty, I loved the movie because I've learned a lot about writing since I watched Harry Potter last. Or maybe it's that stepping back for a while has cleared my mind. But the thing that I was just gushing over for the length of the movie was the characterisation. I hadn't noticed it before, but -<br />
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JK Rowling, you blow my mind.<br />
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Well, I can't give out awards for the way the movie handled it, but the film woke up my memory of the book, and that floored me. Harry Potter is what it is not because of fascinatingly detailed setting. Not because of its <i>brilliant</i> school atmosphere.</div>
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The characters in Harry Potter are <i>so</i> human. All of them have unglamorous moments. They go to the ball with complete strangers because it is awkward to go alone. They get crushes that don't go anywhere, and disastrous dates to end those crushes. The best of friends fight. And all their flaws could be found in an everyday shopper at your local supermarket. It's so simple - and yet so effective. I sobbed at the end of a chapter in HP4 when Harry and Ron fight and don't talk to each other. So simple but so real.</div>
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JK Rowling, I think, treats the ones in her story as people, and not as characters, because they're real. Their flaws aren't cut and dried, or black and white. They're grey and blurred and everyone as insecure as we are. They could walk off the page, because they have as many bumps, bruises, embarrassing moments, disappointments, and zits as we do, as any teen does. They make rude jokes as they get older. They angst. No character's above this, too - Dumbledore is really brought down in the last book, with some shady past. Even the most trusted are mistrusted sometimes, and there's often just cause.</div>
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The bad guys have motivation, too. Snape isn't just this bat lurking around, because we find out that his acidity has a source. People get old. People die. Families yell at each other while guests stand by awkwardly. None of it feels misplaced, because no one is a Mary Sue, and everyone has things that don't work out for them.</div>
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And yet these people are called upon to do the extraordinary, and by their humanness, they show us that we can do it, too.</div>
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I wish to God - and that is by no means taking His name in vain - that I could write characters like JK Rowling can. 'Cause I haven't explained well enough, here, how well she does what she does.</div>
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I'm re-reading my How to Train Your Dragon 2 fanfiction.<br />
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I think I might have to check myself into a hospital. How you still have a smidge of respect for me after reading <i>that</i> beats me. Oh, help. I can't even -<br />
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Look, I don't want to be one of those people who complains about their work when everyone else thinks it's great - and who do this because they secretly like the work and are looking for affirmation. I'm NOT doing that right now. I'm not going to utterly slam the thing - there were a couple of saveable moments and descriptions that filed under the 'okay' section. But I honestly have never, EVER read a fanfiction as utterly cheesy as that HTTYD one that is sitting under my profile name. No exaggeration.<br />
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Ah, Lostariel, I owe you a ton of my ability to actually write about people who are minimally in-character. Thank you for sticking with me through all those horror stories of mangled English.<br />
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Gosh, I can't believe I'm doing this, but, uh, I do want to make this post mildly entertaining for you guys, so I'll give you my least favourite part of the story. Because I'm insane. And, truth is, I do like making fun of bad writing. It's a pleasure similar to reading the Amazon.com reviews that detail why Twilight is not even worth the paper it takes to print.<br />
I've never been brave enough to actually share the crap I wrote, though.<br />
When we're done, we'll pretend it never happened, 'kay?<br />
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To fully bring the terror of the situation to bear, I ask you all to remember to remember this cute and socially awkward kid, below right.<br />
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If you haven't seen him in his film, then you seriously need to. So sweet and touching. But Hiccup's certainly not capable of ever, in a million years, saying anything remotely close to this speech - and yes, he does indeed get eloquent enough to speak in third person:<br />
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[telling his girlfriend about his true heritage (as if that wasn't cliche enough)]<br />
<i>"Astrid, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third is a half-breed hybrid infused with enemy blood. he's your nightmares come to life in one of your friends. He's going to battle with his relatives. He's stained and corrupted by the royal line of Thornburg. Kenna Nadderslayer is his flesh and blood, his cousin, and Peaeye Nadderslayer is his uncle, his mother's brother.</i><br />
<i>Why did Toothless choose me, when I was so filthy? Why was I destined to be the Dragon-Viking peacemaker when my family so freely sheds the blood of each of these races? I don't know. But even if you never care for me again, and try to forget about me as soon as I leave you, don't tell anyone else of my heritage. But if you choose to abandon me, do so, and I'll harbour no ill feelings toward you - I hate the Thornburgians as much as you do."</i><br />
<i>I looked at her.</i><br />
<i>She was trembling, and a tear shivered on her eyelash, about to fall.</i><br />
<i>She looked down, and traced something in the ground with her finger.</i><br />
<i>"So, do you hate me to your bones, Astrid Hofferson?" I asked softly.</i><br />
<i>She looked up at me, shaking her head slowly. "You can doubt that the stars are fire! You can doubt that the sun movess! You can even beleive truth itself to be a liar! But there's one thing you should never doubt, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third."</i><br />
[kissing ensues]<br />
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Oh my Rassilon - Shakespeare. What was I <i>doing, </i>writing <i>Hamlet</i> into a headstrong, self-driven girl?<br />
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This freaking used to be my favourite part.<br />
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I know it can be terrible. I know it can be used, like everything, to sow evil in the land.<br />
But forget, for a moment, and think.<br />
Isn't it gorgeous that no one cares.<br />
We're souls. Souls floating around and meeting each other. Faceless souls.<br />
And this means that race and colour lose their potency. That no one cares if you're a bit overweight. Scars don't show. Neither does that terrible haircut. Doesn't matter if you're deaf, unable to speak, or paralysed.<br />
Look terrible when you cry? Cry all you want, because you're just a soul crying. No one will shun you because those clothes are hand-me-down. If you're burned, blemished, disabled, inept. Simply ugly.<br />
Well, we can't see.<br />
Gorgeous? Carry yourself like a queen? Hottest hair ever? Work out just to look good?<br />
Sorry. You're just a soul and your body is made of dust. No one can see the dust.<br />
Souls are made of starlight.<br />
Only starlight shines through the dark that we've made, here. The vacuum of cyberspace.<br />
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Isn't it beautiful that here, on the internet, a dangerous place, full of ruffians and wolves and ice, full of distractions and tripwires - isn't it beautiful that we can stay in the light, walking with friends, our feet never touching the ground. Like flying.<br />
(Except it's sitting on a chair).<br />
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We're ambassadors. Distance and difference don't keep us apart.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927755762149731997.post-27244739768324945692012-06-07T00:03:00.001-07:002012-06-07T00:17:28.477-07:00My Favourite Villain<br />
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He only ever wanted that one simple thing. But the search for it destroyed him. He went too far, and maybe he was always willing to go too far. A loveless life, a violent death with few mourners to remember him. Suicide, in fact (really, what was the point of living anymore?). The outcast, the black sheep, the liar, the lonely. So many lives on his hands. The people who were <i>just like him</i> were killed (or hunted) with even more viciousness than the numberless innocent dead. Feared and hated.</div>
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The stuff of legend.</div>
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But what's his name? Well, I'm not going to say it. It's hidden, so to speak. I mean, you don't just go SAYING that name. Someone has to force you to use it, doesn't he?</div>
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They're crying. "<i>TELL ME!</i>" (And the word is weary. Laufeyson, you tell him.)</div>
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Confused. "Could you write it down?" (And, well, you can't spell it. "Voldemort. Don't make me say it again.")</div>
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Yelling. "The name! Now! The name!" (And it comes out with a scream of pain. "Moriarty!")</div>
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And laughing. "Use my name." (And you whisper it. "Master. Please.")</div>
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Yeah, yeah, I stretched it a bit for some characters. Loki wasn't asking Odin for his name when he screamed "Tell me," but goodness the dramatic effect is beautiful. And, well, I wouldn't say Voldemort's death was suicide, strictly. Hey, it <i>was</i> his own curse.</div>
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But look at how similar they all are! And then there are parallels between individual villains - from the list and throughout history (fact and fiction). Let's go into this some more, I love this. Because it doesn't get old, and that's the beauty of it.</div>
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A gorgeous facet of some villains is that they hate their own kind. Hate them! Why? Because they hate themselves. And I'm not talking their own species, though that can happen - Loki wanted to take out his entire birth planet (I guess that's what you'd call it? A planet you were born on, but got adopted from? Galactic foster kids, enlighten me). But think about Voldemort and his lust for racial purity within Wizardkind. So he murdered Muggle-born witches and wizards. But of what birth was he, in the end? A Muggle and a half-squib. Real pure, there, Tom. Who did Moriarty most want to bring down? Well, the detective who would one day shake the criminal's hand and identify them both as the same man. Likewise the Master and the Doctor.</div>
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And what about Hitler? People say he was part Jewish, is that true? Even if it isn't, <i>he</i> didn't have blonde hair and blue eyes.</div>
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What about that old self-inflicted death? Voldy's curse rebound, like I mentioned, along with Moriarty's own bullet and Loki letting go and falling into space (though, of course, he only stayed dead 'till after the credits. But don't let me get started on that scene or incessant fangirling will occur). Oh, yeah, and the Master's refusal to regenerate in "Last of the Time Lords" and throwing himself into the Time Lock with the Time Lords in "The End of Time" (that's a lot of "time").</div>
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And the name? Loki's true heritage was hidden. Voldemort was more commonly known as "You Know Who" or "He Who Must Not Be Named" throughout the Potter series. Moriarty's name had to be wrung out of the serial killer in "A Study in Pink." And the Master has to prompt the Doctor to use his name twice.</div>
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Oh, yeah, and whichever evil dude he is, he's got a British accent.</div>
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Caaan't forget that one.</div>
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(Come on, Wales is part of Great Britian).</div>
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I find it really, really interesting to see the similarities between all these villains. And a pretty awesome guide to crafting a memorable antagonist, too - also, it shows stereotypes to maybe break. Anyone spotted any other parallels? Who did you think I was talking about when I started with the opening paragraph - like, which villain jumped to your mind?</div>
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Hey, I just finished this post</div>
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And this is crazy</div>
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But off-subjectly, I got a Tumblr</div>
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So follow me maybe</div>
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