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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Crazy Facts About Plastic Surgery [Republished]
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Taken from the NinjaVideo Blog. Facts compiled and image designed by Ellie Koning.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Persevere
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Poetry
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The waves kissed the shore,
caressing, receding,
caressing, receding,
caressing, receding.
Hesitantly, they loved the sands,
pushing forward, pulling back,
pushing forward, pulling back,
pushing forward, pulling back.
They could never be sure or strong like the
grounded,
towering
earth,
so they ventured forward,
eagerly,
admiringly,
enviously.
I will be Accomplished,
I will be Accomplished,
I will be Accomplished.
The earth did not move.
What will you accomplish?
They wavered.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
They retreated,
meekly,
humbled by the
rough sands and
smooth stones and
brittle leaves.
The short sat, as
imperial and constant
as ever,
but the waves shifted restlessly,
casting themselves
against the shore's sides.
As it stretched
above
the
clouds,
the earth did not see
how the tossing waves
carved its sides
into
dust.
caressing, receding,
caressing, receding,
caressing, receding.
Hesitantly, they loved the sands,
pushing forward, pulling back,
pushing forward, pulling back,
pushing forward, pulling back.
They could never be sure or strong like the
grounded,
towering
earth,
so they ventured forward,
eagerly,
admiringly,
enviously.
I will be Accomplished,
I will be Accomplished,
I will be Accomplished.
The earth did not move.
What will you accomplish?
They wavered.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
They retreated,
meekly,
humbled by the
rough sands and
smooth stones and
brittle leaves.
The short sat, as
imperial and constant
as ever,
but the waves shifted restlessly,
casting themselves
against the shore's sides.
As it stretched
above
the
clouds,
the earth did not see
how the tossing waves
carved its sides
into
dust.
Wildcat Rampant!
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Formatting,
Images
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Yes, I know I'm probably breaching protocol by releasing super-top-secret yearbook graphics before the school year's even begun... but I haven't done any art in such a long time, so I felt rather happy with how this came out xD
Although,, in Retrospect [-GASP!- Product Placement!], I should probably have added some more stylized whiskery bits at the side...
I was looking for some rampant creatures [y'know, the animals holding up the shield in a Coat of Arms] and for the life of me, I could not find a wildcat [or just a cat] rampant. I found lions, unicorns, tigers, deer, moose, narwhal, fish, heron, cranes, heck! Even winged unicorns and mer-horses! So I was forced to eventually make my own. Thank God it didn't fail, or I'd have had to screw the head of a cat onto a lion.
Why a wildcat rampant? It's for a super-top-secret page of the super-top-secret yearbook... you'll see ;)
Mily and I are, and thank goodness she thought of it, doing some things before the school year starts so Yearbook doesn't Eat Us Up.
I was looking for some rampant creatures [y'know, the animals holding up the shield in a Coat of Arms] and for the life of me, I could not find a wildcat [or just a cat] rampant. I found lions, unicorns, tigers, deer, moose, narwhal, fish, heron, cranes, heck! Even winged unicorns and mer-horses! So I was forced to eventually make my own. Thank God it didn't fail, or I'd have had to screw the head of a cat onto a lion.
Why a wildcat rampant? It's for a super-top-secret page of the super-top-secret yearbook... you'll see ;)
Mily and I are, and thank goodness she thought of it, doing some things before the school year starts so Yearbook doesn't Eat Us Up.
Friday, August 6, 2010
This is what happens when I don't get sleep, sugar, or meditative medication
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RAGE
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EDIT: Blinded by a haze of violent red, I was unable to find the tiny "Sign out of Messenger" link sneakily sitting atop my various linked inboxes. I was, logically enough, looking for a "Sign out" option under the Messenger menu in the left-hand side Navbar. Thanks a lot, Convenience.
I hate many things. Many things make me angry. Sometimes, I shouldn't be angry. This post will be very anger- and intra-centric.
See, I've been waiting for emotional inspiration for a blog post. That's why all of July has no posts. Because I was too busy sleeping, eating, and enjoying the unmoderated freedom of student Summertime. See, once summer begins, you stop feeling like doing shit. Any kind of shit. In fact, you start to feel like plain shit. Not the bad kind. The plain kind. The I-don't-want-to-do-anything-and-feel-like-calling-"stuff"-shit-because-I'm-too-angry-and-lazy-to-use-polite-language kind of feeling.
This all leads to something very relevant: writing and throwing things around because emotions strike and the only way to deal with them is to write and throw things around.
POP QUIZ! What's more satisfying than the gunshot-like sound of a 600-page hardcover book hitting a creaky wooden second-story floor? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
It also helps to imagine that sound effect paired with the image of someone's head.
Anyway. Many things set me off.
1) Food.
2) People shrieking passionate nonsense under the guise of Aspiring for the Common Good. Otherwise known as "Politics."
3) MSN trying to be cool and incorporating Online Messenger into Hotmail. This is the root of this hour's problem.
I've been writing two blogposts. Call me a hypocrite. One is about food. The other is Passionate Nonsense about Politics.
This blog post will be about MSN Trying to be Like Google.
Let me set some things straight:
I do not need to chat with people when I am already communicating with them through e-mail.
I do not need to see a list of everyone who is online when I already have a list of everyone who is online open.
There is a reason websites like Meebo exist.
This new "Messenger inside Hotmail" feature that CANNOT BE DISABLED as far as I know annoys me beyond the fact that I now have three congruent Stephens and four congruent Jameses in my list because it MAKES EVERYONE'S UNIQUE DISPLAY NAME THE SAME, LIKE STUPID COMMUNISM.
Sorry. I lost it a little there. I'm a little off the kilter right now. A little off-centre and I'm out of tune. Just kicking this can down the avenue. But I'm alright.
Why the hell do I need an online messenger PERMANENTLY open and disrupting the beautiful layout of my Inbox?
Why the hell do I need a browser-based messenger open AT ALL when my Live Messenger Client is working PERFECTLY FINE?
Why do I need to be interrupted in my calming daily inbox check by annoying popups from people I did not want to and did not expect to talk to?
In short: WHEN THE HELL DID I ASK FOR A MESSENGER-HOTMAIL INTEGRATION?
If I needed a browser-based Messenger, I'd use Meebo or the MSN version--WHEN I NEEDED IT. Not EVERY FREAKING TIME I checked my email!
Not to mention that when I check my email, people automatically ASSUME I'm available to chat with because the stupid thing makes my status Available. Well, I'M NOT and I don't wish to be!
I'm already annoyed at the stupid Facebook Chat. I'm just popping in to check my Facebook inbox and notifications. I don't want to a little box popping up with a "Hello" that flashes on every Facebook tab I open! It makes the whole thing lag and distracts me from what I intended to do! If I wanted to chat with someone, I'd have used the already established methods of LIVE MESSENGER, PHONE, AND TEXT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
Rant over. Too lazy to screenshot.
Now I will relieve myself with some tea, chocolate, and reading. Goodnight.
I hate many things. Many things make me angry. Sometimes, I shouldn't be angry. This post will be very anger- and intra-centric.
See, I've been waiting for emotional inspiration for a blog post. That's why all of July has no posts. Because I was too busy sleeping, eating, and enjoying the unmoderated freedom of student Summertime. See, once summer begins, you stop feeling like doing shit. Any kind of shit. In fact, you start to feel like plain shit. Not the bad kind. The plain kind. The I-don't-want-to-do-anything-and-feel-like-calling-"stuff"-shit-because-I'm-too-angry-and-lazy-to-use-polite-language kind of feeling.
This all leads to something very relevant: writing and throwing things around because emotions strike and the only way to deal with them is to write and throw things around.
POP QUIZ! What's more satisfying than the gunshot-like sound of a 600-page hardcover book hitting a creaky wooden second-story floor? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
It also helps to imagine that sound effect paired with the image of someone's head.
Anyway. Many things set me off.
1) Food.
2) People shrieking passionate nonsense under the guise of Aspiring for the Common Good. Otherwise known as "Politics."
3) MSN trying to be cool and incorporating Online Messenger into Hotmail. This is the root of this hour's problem.
I've been writing two blogposts. Call me a hypocrite. One is about food. The other is Passionate Nonsense about Politics.
This blog post will be about MSN Trying to be Like Google.
Let me set some things straight:
I do not need to chat with people when I am already communicating with them through e-mail.
I do not need to see a list of everyone who is online when I already have a list of everyone who is online open.
There is a reason websites like Meebo exist.
This new "Messenger inside Hotmail" feature that CANNOT BE DISABLED as far as I know annoys me beyond the fact that I now have three congruent Stephens and four congruent Jameses in my list because it MAKES EVERYONE'S UNIQUE DISPLAY NAME THE SAME, LIKE STUPID COMMUNISM.
Sorry. I lost it a little there. I'm a little off the kilter right now. A little off-centre and I'm out of tune. Just kicking this can down the avenue. But I'm alright.
Why the hell do I need an online messenger PERMANENTLY open and disrupting the beautiful layout of my Inbox?
Why the hell do I need a browser-based messenger open AT ALL when my Live Messenger Client is working PERFECTLY FINE?
Why do I need to be interrupted in my calming daily inbox check by annoying popups from people I did not want to and did not expect to talk to?
In short: WHEN THE HELL DID I ASK FOR A MESSENGER-HOTMAIL INTEGRATION?
If I needed a browser-based Messenger, I'd use Meebo or the MSN version--WHEN I NEEDED IT. Not EVERY FREAKING TIME I checked my email!
Not to mention that when I check my email, people automatically ASSUME I'm available to chat with because the stupid thing makes my status Available. Well, I'M NOT and I don't wish to be!
I'm already annoyed at the stupid Facebook Chat. I'm just popping in to check my Facebook inbox and notifications. I don't want to a little box popping up with a "Hello" that flashes on every Facebook tab I open! It makes the whole thing lag and distracts me from what I intended to do! If I wanted to chat with someone, I'd have used the already established methods of LIVE MESSENGER, PHONE, AND TEXT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
Rant over. Too lazy to screenshot.
Now I will relieve myself with some tea, chocolate, and reading. Goodnight.
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