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Hello. I can not have gifs here anymore. Nor can I have music players. But I can ramble. And I am Fonic Awesome. And that's something at least. Thank you.
Becca aka Bobby
Straight Guys Are Hot
SGAH!
Fight Yaoi With Rock
FYWR
.:The Unsaid Works' EPIC:.
Finally, Getting Back to Good.
Hope everyone had a good Christmas/New Years. Mine was pretty good. I got some good stuff too, including a sock hat
, a villain panorama puzzle, an awesomly plush housecoat, and some more nutcrackers! One riding a pony, and a small one from Germany. If you don't know me I collect nutcrackers. I've got around 14 only, though.
We almost miised the ball drop because we were watching a thing on aliens. Hehe, yah. But we made it just as they hit 3 on the countdown. Then we watched I Am Legend. Nothing like the book, though i guess it was a bit happier. But, man! Total lack of slaying or staking. Or even sun burning! What was with that?! So, evidently, that epidemic will hit peak around this December. Happy New Year! The worst thing about that movie was the litte comics. Stupid Orsen Scott Card. It figures.
My classes start again next Thursday. I still have to register for 6 more credits in order to go fulltime and stay on insurance. There is nothing I'm interested in. And everything that looks sightly appealing has 5 prerequisites and this should my last semester here, so there's no point in starting them. Everything else is only 1 credit. Like Playwriting. Sad. I really don't want to go back. But I don't know what I'm doing or what I want to do. I just feel like I'm wasting my time here. Nothing against Community colleges or Two years, but this place in particular stinks. The advising and the Administration are terrible. I just hate the atmosphere. but, suck it up, I guess.
Supernatural is new tomorrow! That's good. I'm still kinda worried about it. They're getting away from everything that carried it in the beginning. First two seasons are the best. But I'll see it through unless they do something incredibly stupid with it. I do like Cas, though. I hope they do good with him.
We've also started watching Leverage. Really good show, I was surprised. Character developement, good humor, so far even pretty clean. Besides Hutton, it's all the small actors you've seen around that never got main parts, and it puts them in leading roles. And they're good. It's fun. And I'm happy for Christian Kane. Good luck to him, that guy dies as much as Jefferey Dean Morgan. Angel: killed off at the very end for no reason. Then he was the husband on Close to Home that got 5 seconds face time every other episode with no lines. I thought maybe they'd do more with him but I guess they decided heroines are no good without "open" reationships. She's talking about going to Hawaii with her husband after finishing this case, and at the end she gets a call. Car Accident. Died instantly. That might have been the longest face time he got on a single episode that whole two-three seasons. So, yah. I'm happy for him. Even though his hair is nicer than mine. With my luck with favorite characters + his luck with roles, they'll probably end up killing Eliot off as an end of season gimmik or something.......... Nah!....
Okay. I haven't done anything with this for a few months now. It seems like I've had stuff I wanted to say during those months, but now I can't remember any of it. So I'm going to ramble again.
TheOtaku still rejects all my stuff. They don't let me do dolls, but they let other people do dolls. They rejected my "Vincent" wallpaper for halloween, but other people put up screencap and Nightmare Before Christmas wallpaper. I can't put up my blackwooders, even though I was allowed to put up Strawberrians, but that was at the beginning.
I'm working on an EPIC picture right now, I'm not very happy with it. Anna is supposed to be pretty, but I'm not good enough to draw pretty. I have no idea what Guise's hair looks like, because he always has his hat on. They look kinda like how I picture them, but not enough. And I'm trying to do them in semi-realism style, because I am incapable of anime. I've tried for years, just can't do it. I think I try to put too much detail in them. So, eventually I'm going to finish that, make it look goodish-descent, and see if they let me put that up. If not, I will know that it's not because I'm the worst artist on TheOtaku, but because either the admins hate me, or my account has a vengefull glitch. I'm not too bad at realismish. I did do a really simple picture of Peter Lorre that turned out recognizable. Looks better if you don't compare it directly to the reference picture, though. Ooh, and I did a Lorre pumpkin. The pumpkin was kinda soft when I carved it, so I think I could do even better, but that wasn't too bad either. Make Jess (ElectricMonk) put up a pic of her pumpkin. It was awesome. I didn't get a picture of Lorre.
I might put some things up on the EPIC world. We've got bits and pieces of dialogue, I haven't finished Flair, but I'm not sure I'm going to. Maybe, if I have time. Oh, and maybe I'll put up that picture of the Kokomos I did a while back. Hehe.
My little, ripped-up notebook is filled with unfinished picture, maybe I'll finish them someday too. I just have this thing where, if I'm not happy with it, I stop to think about how to fix it and then just never come back. The groom is too close, Inay's an idiot! Okay, bye.
Bobby
SGAH!
FYWR
.:The Unsaid Works' EPIC:.
Finally, Getting Back To Good
Yup, they hate me. So I evidently can't put up my dolls, which is too bad, because that's the only thing that I'm capable of. I can do clothes. That's it. Oh, well. I'll keep making my EPIC dolls, and I'll make them for me. But you're gonna be sorry when I do the Death Laddies. Clist is gonna be adorable. XP And I'm just talking to myself because Dean and Sam are standing here and they're the only ones who pretend to listen.
I thought that was a nerd but it says cool.....
Yup, that's my freewriting. That's what happens when I sit in front of the laptop and don't think. Just type the next word that pops into your head. Intereseting stuff. It's fun, I recomend for everyone to try it at least once. And don't worry if it makes sense or not. I mean, (below post) obviously. Besides, even if it's not coherent, it's interesting to see what's in your own head when you kinda stop paying attention. So that is my mindless, and I think I was quite unhappy and brain-fried at the time because I had a few papers due, ramblings. Or one of them. I have a few shorter, one-paragraph ones somewhere. I just hadn't posted in a while and I don't have much to say. I'm tired,exhausted, actually. I don't know why. And I think my hair is falling out. At least it's thinning. I'm 19. It shouldn't be doing that yet. And to someone who has such an appreciation for nice hair. That's cruel irony. I have a doctors appointment for it, anyway. So, that's my exciting life. Oh, yah! And my cousin came home from his mission last Thurday. I mean, he lives in Oregon and we're in NY, so I don't get to see him in a while, but we called him last night. he's still tired and doesn't feel like using tvs or computers much still. It always takes them a while after they get home. So, be happy, optimistic, and lots of good stuff.
SGAH!
FYWR
.:The Unsaid Works' EPIC:.
Finally, Getting Back to Good.
Once upon a time, when there was a place to call a whole, a young man, or rather boy, was just in luck to find his time. In this place that was once called a whole any and every being was a part of something much fonder than it could be itself. Every touch was something to tell the mind. Every peoples was able to teach to the other’s curiosities. Each soul was a kind of master. And this place that was once called a whole, belonged to a community who shared a dwelling owned by the life of a soul of a young man that was a boy, and this is where the whole begins and where the beginning ends.
So the boy was never a very fond boy. He played and he practiced but nothing grew fonder. As far as the boy could tell, life was an object and was solid, therefore could not change itself without first being melted away or broken, and that was something the boy did not want his life to go through as long as he owned it. So he went on to live, day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute. And never once did the boy think to crack his life, for that would mean inconvenience and perhaps pain. And these were not worth the change to fondness. So reasoned the boy.
As things live, so do they crack. To live the boy had to age. And after a numbered amount of minutes living and hours playing and days practicing and he aging, the boy must also crack. To not crack would be life standing still. And as the boy aged, he did not allow the attention to his melting and breaking, for that would only allow unnecessary discontent, and there was no reason for that. So reasoned the boy. And so the boy, who was a young man, continued to crack and melt and flake. And never let it show to the difference of the community. And as far as the peoples could tell, the place remained a whole.
As the whole continued existing, the boy who was a young man approached the attention of the peoples. Slowly. Softly. And the peoples could not see the boy’s melting. And they wondered to themselves and with their fondness. Perhaps a boy who does not break. A young man that can not flake or melt. And they wondered. Slowly. Quietly. And day after day they pondered the possibilities as they played and practiced. And none of the community came indifferent to the problem of the boy.
And as they watched, they began to speak and mumble of the plight of the young man that was a boy. And they could not see his fondness. And as the community mumbled and spoke, a girl that was a child spoke a thought. “Why is the boy, that is a young man without a fondness, why is the boy uncracked? Why does he remain a whole within the whole when the remnants of the peoples flake and peel, to be changed to the same as before?” The remnants of the people mumbled. Louder. Harder. And when the speaking rose higher, spoke a girl and a boy, which were young woman and man. “How is the boy that the peoples are not? That the fondness are not? And the boy that is young shows no pain or discontent. That the community could be like the boy.” And they thought and they pondered.
And as the peoples thought in their fondness, the boy, whose man was no longer so young, continued to live and play and practice just as before. But the playing was slow and the aging was fast, because this boy, who was a man, had no cause to be fond. And his flakes and his flecks were hid from the whole, as to not cause pain and inconvenience. And they were paid no mind. And so they continued day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute, to flake and fleck and melt and crack and were not changed to the same as before because without mind, they could not heal. And the boy continued without fondness.
And as watched the peoples of the community of the whole, it was seen that the man who was the boy did indeed have no fondness. And it was thought that the fondness was the cause of the cracks and the melting away. And so spoke a boy, who was an aged man, “The fondness should be made to leave. And then will the whole truly become whole. And the soul will see as it should. And the mind will be not crack from the fondness.” And the community approved.
And so the man that was the boy, though it was no longer easily seen, caused the peoples to throw away their fondness and become whole as they thought the whole should be. And the peoples hid their flakes and flecks and melting away, as they thought they should. And the cracks that grew under the skin, unminded so unhealed, grew and numbered and caused the community to remain unchanged. And as the community was changeless, so were they fondless. And touch was forgotten, and the minds were weary and soul fell slack and curiosities dimmed. And the peoples cracked and melted, until they broke into people. And the community wavered. And there was no longer every boy and every girl. And the whole shattered into parts. And the people lived, but because of the fondless, the minds and the souls and life began to become quite still.
And the parts lay unmoved. And the cracks were hidden. And an old man, who had been the boy, was watching. And as the cracks went unseen, time grew to believe they never were. And the days and the hours and the minutes were seamless, there was no play and there was no practice and there was no change. And time saw that the place which was once a whole had no peel, no fleck or crack. And the whole began to fade.
And as the old man, who was no longer the boy, watched time cause the community to fade and die, he cried. And when the old man cried, he saw his tears and as he watched his tear, he saw the crack they had fallen from and caused to surface. And when he began to mind the crack, it began to heal. And the old man was changed to the same as before. And as he minded this crack, he thought of his flakes and flecks and melting away.
And as time faded the community, the old man rejoiced in his pain and began surfacing all that had been broken and hidden that it might change and heal. And then, cried the boy that was the old man, “I have found my fondness, if only for this short time.” For thought the boy as the place that was once called a whole faded, “to not crack would be life standing still. And a still life is no life at all.
