Who was it that posted a blog (like, forever ago) about the Batman episode where Joker nabs a TV spot in which he says, "So, if you want to avoid any unhappy landings, send $40,000,000 to me, The Joker. That's FORTY MILLION DOLLARS! Operators are standing by! And remember, don't send it by air mail!" *evil laughter here*

Seriously, who was it?

I want to squee over it with you.

As for everyone else, let's all take a moment to marvel at the irony of me not liking Batman until after Dalton and I broke up, after he spent five years trying to get me hooked on it. And also, that the Joker is both his and my favorite character? And all he wanted to do while we were dating was share in his fanboy love? LOLOLOLOLOL

This is yet another reason why I'm sure our love was never meant to be. Too bad he's still hopelessly in love with me. Why is it that whenever it seems I've FINALLY gotten my ducks in a row my life turns into a fucking soap opera?! It's the kind of situation where you HAVE to find it funny, or you'll just go crazy. Kinda like choir was this last year...*tries to repress memories*

So for my AP English class I have to decide what I think poetry is and then write a poem following that logic. I decided that I think poetry (especially the stuff we've been reading in class) is an over-complicated way of communicating a relatively simple idea. So, I am now writing a ridiculously abstract poem that will eventually convey this message:

Barricade is teh 1337 awsum!!!11!

Unfortunately, I always feel like such an ass when I try and write poetry. Seriously. I am nobody's poet. I mean really. I feel like an ass.

Anyways, if you want to read it you can find it ( here )

Stolen from sweethikari:

Everyone do the Jahari Window! It's either scarily accurate or freakin' funny. COME ON, DO IT. You know you wanna XD

I) Get out something to write/type on and put 1, 2, and 3 with three bullets below each number, so it looks like this:

1)
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II) Put your favorite animal for #1. List three things that come into your mind when you think of this animal (think adjectives)

III) Put your favorite color for #2. List three emotions that you feel when you're surrounded by this color.

IV) Put your favorite body of water for #3. It can be a puddle, hot tub, bath tub, ocean, babbling brook, whatever. List three things to describe your favorite body of water.

V) Post or e-mail me your answers! I'm curious ^^;;;

( The point of the meme )

In other news, I'M GOING TO SEE TRANSFORMERS IMAX IN AN HOUR OR SO!!!!

In the mean time, I'mma go watch me some Star Trek. [/nerdiness]

Because zestyfunk told me to.



I'm an author! Yay!

In other news, I've been fangirling over Transformers for a while and I think I might be close to making a fanmix of all the car related songs that keep sneaking into my music library. Seriously, I never realized there were so many!

"Fuel" by Metallica
"Shut up and Drive" by Rihanna
"Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood
"I Can't Drive 55" by Samy Hager (I'm too lazy to double check this guy's name...but whatever)

Then there's all these J-pop/80's songs that are just begging to be heard whilst crusing down a deserted country road at sunset, speeding along at 70mph...

...they really should take away my driving privelages, I'll kill my car ^_^;; I did decide that my Toyota is a Decepticon though, so maybe that's NOT a bad thing.

FEAR NOT: THIS ENTRY CONTAINS NO SPOILERS!!

Okay folks. 2hrs and 58mins until I can go purchase Deathly Hollows. I feel so confidant in my predictions that I'm going to post them here:

I thinkKNOW Snape will turn out good.

Okay, actually, that's my only prediction. Here are some things I want to happen:

Wolf!Lupin kicks Greyback's ass.

Peter fulfills his life debt to Harry.

Draco turns out to not be as big a dumbass as everybody thought.

Neville and Luna make out (although I'm pretty sure JKR said this would not be happening).

That is all. I'll see you guys when I'm finished!

Oh my God.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

Scandal! Once more my icon has been STOLEN!! I can't stand it. Everytime I find a Bumblebee icon I like somebody steals it and now I have to go find a new one! Well you know what? Fine. Fuck all of you icon stealers! I'm going to go make my own icon. Then nobody will be able to take it for it shall be MIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!

Wait. I suck at making icons.

Fuck.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

*headdesk*

I'm dying of fan fic over load. As of now I am perverted enough to slash Harry/Snape, Ninja Turtles (let's hear it for the OT4!), and Transformers.

Fucking Transformers. More than meets the eye my ass...

Anyways, yes, I'm a pervert. Not only that, but I'm beginning to think my lack of a sex life has less to do with my tiredness and more to do with the fact that my boyfriend isn't a wand-waving, sword-weilding, ass-kissing Ninja with the ability to morph into a sexy Camaro. I mean really, how's he supposed to compete with all that? Poor kid.

For anyone keeping track, these are the fandoms I read/write:
+The Legend of Zelda
+Red Vs. Blue
+Harry Potter
+Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
+Transformers

Of those five, three are cartoons meant for little kids. WTFH?

There's only one thing that will make me feel better: amaronith needs to post the next chapter of "Teamwork." Some Leo/Don butt sekks is the only thing that can save me now *puppy dog eyes*

Apparently I'm ready to write fan fiction! I've had an idea that's been brewing but I wanted to wait until I'd done enough research to feel comfortable with my knowledge of the characters. Now it is time...

Although I’ve been lurking the past few days, I assure you I have been present. I just needed some time to sort things out. I’m coming to terms with a lot of things and finding myself constantly tugged back and forth between extremes. After a lot of crying and screaming and lying about being just fine I think I’ve about resigned myself to the fact that humanity sucks ass. I could go on and on about how disgusting and scarily oppressive society is, but instead I will simply say I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines waiting for change so I’m going to make my own damn changes. I urge you all to do the same.

In other (happier) news, I’ve been reading fan fic like crazy and I have a recommendation:

Reflections by Starry-Oblivion http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2831065/1/

Reflections of My Former Self (the sequel) http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3125874/1/

I’ll warn you that it’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan fic but holy fuck is it good. Even my boyfriend was somewhat engrossed by it when I whipped out a couple chapters. Yeah, it’s so good I actually printed out some chappies to take with me to class in order to avoid suffering severe withdrawal. The character development is beautiful and it’s completed so you don’t have to torture yourself waiting for updates.

I've also been immersing myself in fan art, but I'll spare you those deatils.

Dammit!

Curses and swearing abound!

I was fine the first time. Just fine. But after seeing that damn movie the second time I couldn't stop thinking about it. Buying the soundtrack sealed the deal and hours later I wrote my first piece of make-shift fan fiction (which you can find ( here ))


Now I can't stop. I know next to nothing about this fandom but I have to have more!

*growls* There is nobody to blame but myself I suppose.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go track down a TMNT icon. Idealy one that can reflect how flustered I am inside.

Okay, here's what I've learned:

The blue one is the prudish turtle.
The red one is the fun angry turtle who has my son's name and carries the sais that I really want. I think he might be my favorite.
The orange one is the annoying turtle I don't really like.
The purple one is the obviously "closeted" turtle if you know what I mean. Of course, it could have just been the voice actor...but I don't think so. Come on. He carries a big stick people.
The skinny chick dresses like the other skinny chick from Kill Bill and stole Buffy's vocal cords.

Yes, I'm aware I left out Casey and Splinter. No, I don't dislike them, I'm just lazy. Yes, I do actually know all their names. No, I will not use them.

...

Yeah, I've only seen the movie. But I saw it twice!

Srsly. I do. You know who else does? Dark Link...

But really, I must have laughed at this for two straight minutes. He just looks so...happy. Then again, I guess that it would make me happy too.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31077337/?qo=12&q=by%3Ashadowlink-lovers&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

OMG ♥ DL!!!!!!

Yeah, it's young Snape. The kid's name is Alec Hopkins and I (as a hardcore Snape fangirl) would like to declare that he is F-I-N-E fine. Thank you. That is all.

Well, even though Gus rejected my request I'm feeling good. At first I was, you know, heart broken but now I'm doing much better. The way I see it I am at an advantage. There are things I have gained from this rejection. Although I may not agree with his reasoning I like the fact that he rejected me because he's trying to uphold RT's sense of integrity. I like that the guys who are my pseudo-role models have integrity unlike so many of the people around for young adults to look up to. Also, Gus now knows I exist and that's kinda cool right? I deserve some serious kudos for even having the courage to ask for this. I fear rejection so greatly that I rarely even put myself out there, but here I sucked it up and did it knowing my chances were slim. I could reply to his e-mail with all the reasons I disagree and all the reasons I think RT can maintain integrity while helping me out...but I won't. Now that I'm getting older I have to learn to pick my battles. Fighting with him won't help me and now that I've realized that I can go off and look for a different way to achieve my goal that doesn't involve pissing off important people. That's a pretty valuable skill huh?

So, even though I know he's not reading this, I just want to say thanks to Gus for letting me down easy and in the nicest way possible as well as trying to help me out in the process. What a great guy.

So I got my reply from the RT guys. Apparently offers of pastries weren't enough or my humorous/persuasive skills are lacking. I kinda figured the answer was 'no' when I saw I had an e-mail from Gus sitting in my inbox. I know a couple of you wanted to see the reply so here it is:

Well, the thing is I feel that'd be kinda lame for us to SELL transcripts of the episodes. That's like the ultimate sellout move. I can however direct you to a place where there is an unofficial archive of transcripts:
http://rvb.roostertooths.com/index.php
We are not affiliated with that site at all, but they do have all of our scripts there. I know that doesn't solve the problem of the scripts being up for sale, but at least they are out there on the web. We do get requests from people fairly frequently asking if they can use our scripts for something similar to what you are talking about and they all seem to do fine with the transcripts at the link I provided. Maybe that will work for you too? I hope things go well.

I guess the question now is do I drop this like it's hot or fight for rights to it on-line with the state? Where would I even start? It's so hard to let this go now that I'm so dedicated to it. There's always the option to be persistent with Gus but...I hate getting rebuffed. If I were to write him back I would of course point out that you're only a sellout if you're doing it for your own gain, not if it's to help somebody else. That's like saying Bono is a sellout because he did all those concerts for the ONE Campaign. Yeah, he got free publicity but he wasn't doing it for him. He was doing it to help somebody else. Plus if people are writing to those guys "fairly frequently" then obviously there's a demand and the people using that website are breaking some fundamental rules...but I'll never write him back because he'd get mad at me I'm sure (and then I'd have to dissapear into the woodwork, never to write fan fic again).

On the flip side (because I refuse to go away from this totally depressed) Gus Sorola now knows I exist! Yay? Considering I'm a total Gus fangirl you'd think I'd feel happier about that. Seriously, I squealed when I saw he was the one to reply. So sad.

Now if you excuse me I have to go let down my partner and then curl up in a ball on the sofa because I don't have my boyfriend here to comfort me. I don't even think playing Zelda would make me feel better (which of course means hell has frozen over).

Okay, so I go to write my letter to the RT guys and I can't because I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ADDRESS IT! What the fuck do I say? "To Whom it may Concern" sounds too formal, but "Whoever the hell is reading this" isn't formal enough! Should it be a formal letter? Would they think it was weird I wrote to them formally? How do I do this? HOW??? HOW?! *hyperventalates*

I'm so nervous that I don't even care about all the grammatical errors I just made! Gah!!!

Somebody out there help me please!

-EDIT-
Nevermind. Here's the finished letter. I've striken some of the information in this copy because I don't feel safe giving out such info on the internet. Tell me your thoughts:

To whomever ends up reading this,

My name is Darla [MY LAST NAME] and I’m a member of [my school]’s Speech and Debate team up here in [MY CITY]. A fellow teammate and I have decided that we want to compete in a type of speaking called Dual Interpretation and because the humorous pieces are always the ones that win we knew performing RvB would be our ticket to victory. Unfortunately, according to the Oregon School Activates Association all scripts used in competition have to copyrighted, print published and available for sale/distribution to the general public. At first we thought that this meant there was no way for us to use it as our competition piece, but after doing a lot of research and e-mailing some top officials I finally found out that since RvB is already copyrighted if it were to be published independently and put up for sale in say, an on-line store, my teammate and I would be perfectly within our rights to use it. Obviously, this means we need some help from Rooster Teeth.

Although I’m just a [my age] girl I have taken marketing/business classes and actually do some similar work for companies both large and small in this area, so I know what I’m talking about when I say this should be simple providing that you have electronic copies of old RvB scripts. All that you would have to do is put scripts up for sale in the store individually or by season or whatever is most convenient for you. Then, when somebody places an order it’s as simple as clicking the print button, stapling the pages together, throwing them in an envelope and sending them. Really, it should cost so little to produce and mail them them that you could charge a very small sum for purchase and still make a profit. Even if I’m the only person who buys a script there’s still no way you could lose money since you don’t have to mass produce them ahead of time.

You may be wondering why you should do this, so let me tell you:
1.) Speech and Debate students more than likely account for 90% of your fans between the ages of fourteen and nineteen. At every tournament when we finally get to take our suits off and put on t-shirts many of those t-shirts are RvB t-shirts. I bring my portable DVD player to all my tournaments now and every time without fail somebody asks to watch season three or four. There is so much love for you up here, it’s insane. I was first introduced to RvB at a tourney via a small group of boys sitting around quoting season four to me line by line. I kid you not.

2.) You’d be doing something incredibly nice for a group of kids who respect you greatly. You guys are doing something you love that gives us something we love and (I can’t believe I’m actually typing this) that’s pretty inspiring in a world where the only people to look up to are Donald Trump and Paris Hilton. You guys give us all a much needed alternative. Even people who don’t do Speech would undoubtedly find this heartening.

3.) An endless supply of baked goods. I was so nervous about writing this to you I posted MySpace Bulletins, LiveJournal entries and sent out e-mails begging for writing help and advice. The overwhelming response was that I should bake something for you all. I am more than willing to do this for you. My boyfriend says that my apple pie is the greatest in the world, and he's going to become a chef so you know it's gotta be good. If you’re not partial to pie I also make mean double chocolate brownies and pineapple upside-down cake. I would drive all the way from [my city] to Austin to give you pastries if you did this for me. Really.

I’ve worked pretty hard and jumped through quite a few hoops to get this far in the process of retrieving a script, so don’t let me down by not seriously considering this before replying with an answer. As a final note, don’t feel as though you’re delivering an immense let-down if you find my idea to be unfeasible for some reason or another. I understand how these things work and some things just can't be done.

Thank you so much for your consideration, your general awesomeness and for reading this whole damn thing (I’m sorry I’m so wordy). Your work is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely,
Darla (username -> speechie42)

For those of you playing the at-home game, you'll recall that a friend and I want to perform a dual interpretation of RvB in competitions for Speech and Debate. I've been going through quite a lot so far to achieve this goal and I've just had a major breakthrough. My state's authorities on speech competition have just let me know that I can compete with a piece that is independently published as long as it's available for sale to any of my competitors as well. This confirmation completes step one of my two-step master plan. Step two? Somehow find a way to get the aid of the RT guys either through bribery, blackmail or begging. Essentially I have to send them an e-mail asking for this help, and maybe it's just the fangirl in me but the very idea of doing so makes my hands shake and my heart rate increase. I know it sounds stupid but talking to people I admire makes me all...woozy. Thank God this will only be an e-mail because if it wasn't I'd probably just stutter incoherently, and that wouldn't do much to prove how good my speaking skills are.

In other, less nervousness-inducing news, I just finished watching the movie Totoro in my Japanese class. I have but four words: Best. Animated movie. Ever.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go write about twenty rough drafts before I actually get an e-mail out to the guys. Does anyone have any creative writing suggestions? I wonder if I could FedEx one of my world-famous apple pies or pinapple upside-down cake several thousand miles to Austin...that’s how I get my boyfriend to do shit for me...

Here's the deal, I've been a huge MCR fan since I stumbled across them in 2004 and I love everything they've done up to this point. I have to say that their new album The Black Parade was a great step forward from Three Cheers which was a great step forward from Bullets which was a great album period. The song "Famous Last Words" is one of my current favorite songs and has made it into many of the playlists on my iPod including ones I custom made, so I was excited to see that they made a video for it, but after watching it I have to say I'm dissapointed.

Everyone just take a step back please and recall that I'm a film major. One of my tendencies is to listen to songs and imagine videos to go with them. Sometimes they're music videos, most of the time I think of them as soundtracks to scenes from fics I'm writing that I'm thinking about (Jem's "Wish I" is a great example of this. I'd listen to it again and again just thinking about the final chapter of These Small Things and playing that song along with the final beach scene). So you must understand, I've been listening to this song almost non-stop since the album came out and building up all these awesome images in my head...and all it ended up being was footage of the band doing their thing.

Yes, I love watching them play, don't get me wrong, but after such videos as "I'm Not Okay," and "Helena" how could I not be dissapointed? All their videos thus far including "Welcome to the Black Parade" have had stories and beautiful cinematics and stories! I guess I'm just sad because it's such an epic song and the video doesn't do it justice. I'm really surprised there wasn't more symbolism in it. Usually their stuff layers it on really thick so where is it? The closest thing I could find was that perhaps the way they all fall at the end is essentially them being consumed by the flames which are representative of something else...but I don't really believe that.

If it had been me I would have played more on the lyrics and possibly given it a story-line centering around social ostracizing or fighting for something you love. I don't know. I'm surprised there wasn't more to it is all. < /rant >

It's New Year's Eve and I'm not doing anything. I didn't have a special dinner or get to see my boyfriend and, like every other day of the year, I didn't get invited to any parties. Am I such a geek that even my geeky friends don't want me around to ruin the fun they're having with whatever geeks they're hanging out with that are cooler than me? I'm cool. Really.

I'm reading up on Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles so that when the movies come out soon I'll be well-versed in knowledge of their fandoms. I kind of have to because as a child I did girly things and now that I'm older and more boyish I want to do the things boys did. You know, so my guy friends don't disown me for thinking Megatron led the Autobots.

Heh, yeah, I'm one cool biatch.

Geoff, one of the makers of Red vs. Blue, has asked us to monitor our mail for a comic/catalog. As a fangirl and an RvB loyalist I happily trotted outside in the dark to check my mail when Mom told me we hadn't gotten it for a couple days. The flashlight wasn't working so I grabbed my iPod to provide some lighting. Shivering in the cold outside I slipped the key into our semi-armored mailbox and flipped the door open. I was horrified to find that my worst fears as an arachnophobe were discovered. Cobwebs everywhere. Small egg sacks in every corner.

Normally such a thing would have me running back inside the house whimpering, but by God if Geoff wants us to check our mail then I was going to check my mail dammit. After taking a deep breath I reached in and began gingerly removing envelopes. The box was packed full from what I could see and I knew it would take a few minutes to get everything out at my pace.

Now, I live on a long, straight road in a residential section of town. The speed is 25 but on a 600 yard stretch of deserted pavement that is rarely patrolled by the police, such things as speed limits are merely jokes for the driver’s amusement if they should have enough time to read them as they fly past at 60 or 70. So, as I’m stooping forward, trying to work carefully around spider leaving and praying there aren’t any critters left inside, I hear tires squealing and straighten up immediately. A car has raced around the corner and onto my street leaving me stunned, literally, like a deer in the head lights. I have two choices: (1) stand stock-still and pray I don’t get hit; or (2) dive out of the road (my street has no sidewalks) and risk falling into the drainage ditch. In the end I stick with choice (1) and stand still. The car swerves around me, thankfully.

After hurriedly pulling out a few more pieces I sigh and give up. Since my hands are full of bills, Christmas cards, department store catalogs and small packages, I gently kick the door of the mail box closed before heading inside empty handed. Because I am persistent I will be checking my mail every day for the next few weeks I’m sure, and more than likely I’ll be doing it in the dark cover of night as I will probably forget to do it until after sunset. Yet, despite the dangers of bugs and reckless drivers in the dark, I will check anyways. Why? I am a fangirl.

I deserve major kudos for my efforts. Don’t you think?