Oh Puck Me

I just watched a horrible video in my abnormal psych class.  It was about munchausen by proxy.  In case someone doesn't know what this is munchausen syndrome is when a person fakes or actually gives themselves (by poison or drugs) an illness to get attention from doctors.  Munchausen by proxy is when instead of inducing illness in themselves a person induces illness in their child.  The movie I'm talking about showed parents purposefully suffocating their children, they were all babies of about 9 or 10 months of age.  In one instance a father put his whole weight on the child for over a minute.  When he got off her to find a nurse to report that his child had stopped breathing, the little girl gasped and gasped, it was so loud it sounded like a bark.  I about died after watching that.

on this journal because I'm using it to write a story and right now that story sucks major ass.  Seriously, I write typos and I leave them in there, its also in a really weird tense that I'm not sure if I'll be continuing with (first person present).  I have to say that even through the story kinda sucks, I love writing it.  Posts have been going up here twice a day, which is more prolific than I've been in years.  One day I hope to finish it, and one day I hope to correct it... maybe then I'll make it public.

Do not read if the words cunt, fuck, cum, ass, or dildo offend you.

College requires a lot of organization on a personal, social, and scholarly levels.  There is work, there is family, there is school, and there is homework.  As a student, trying to live in troubled times, I find it increasingly difficult to juggle all of these things.  I used to work for a big box store.  I had to quit because I simply had no time to take care of a baby and do my homework.  It was really a choice.  School or work.  I chose school (and debt) because I'm hoping it will pay off in the long run.  Also, the big box job was soulless.

My beef here isn't that there is too much work.  There is enough time in my week to do a job, go to school, and care for a child.  It was schedual that killed me.  At work I had to be there at a certain time on certain days, every week.  This is pretty par for the course in the business world, and can't be faulted.  What bothers the fuck out of me is homework deadlines. 

Try explaining to a professor that you had to work all weekend to support a family and didn't have time to finish their essay.  Rarely is there a sypathetic ear.  Often they look at you like a puppy who just puddled at their feet and say, "Why didn't you do it earlier then?"  Because there was a fucking exam last week that was half my grade you commie bastard. 

Professors do not take into consideration that your job only lets you out after the library is closed, that you may need to care for a feverish baby, or that your car just gave you the finger.  Their class is for the Responsible Adult, who Knows What College Entails.  You knew that your life was going to be forcing all nighters on you, didn't you you little cheat.  Lift your ass in the air, and take the Dildo Of The Lowered Grade with good grace and humor.  Heaven forbid they give you an exception, then they'd have to give everyone else and exception.  Bullshit.  I don't care if the person next to me had an extra few hours or a day to do something, not if I can get the same deal if I need it. 

Its not like these deadlines are that important anyway, as it takes them fucking WEEKS to get through all those papers/research projects/whatever.  Sometimes, in the epitomy of hypocracy, they say when they will hand back an exam or paper, and then fudge their own deadline.  Students get excuses like, "I didn't want to pull an all nighter to finish correcting all these papers."  Yeah, and students didn't want to pull an all nighter to finish writing those papers, but they did it or faced the consequences.  Sometimes, Professors even blame the students, "Your homework was so subpar it's taking me longer to correct."  Yeah, and the project requirements and explainations were clear as cum, and students soldiered on anyway.  Hey Proffessor Stinky Cunt, I am paying your salary, use a little lube before fucking me over a'rite?

Also.  Anal Retentive Professors who never give 'A's.  Fuck You.  This is a seperate rant I don't feel like typing right now.

I just went back and edited and hid a whole ton of entries.  Why?  Because I was a whiny bitch and it makes me cringe to read them.   They were vague personal bullshit anyway. 

I wanted to review webcomics, but... After dealing with Hiromi and her fanbrat minions, I don't feel like I can be truly honest.  So my one good review remains up, with the flame war it excited, for time indefinate.  I may review something like that again, but it would have to excite a similar level of annoyance, and Cursed Wings will be hard to beat in that department.

For some reason, I can't seem to type in the subject bar, oh well, I was going to say something inappropiate anyway.

Working Though A Paradox

Something really random came back to me out of the blue last week.  It was something I thought I had completely forgotten about.  When I was a wee lass of about seven, my grandfather taught me a paradoxial little ditty.  My memory tells me that he learned it from a radio program, but my memory also tells me that I stalk Batman everynight dressed as Lara Croft (and we all know that isn't true.... right?!  right?!) so I wouldn't trust me if I were you.  Anypoodles, the rhyme goes something like this:

Early in the morning, in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords, and shot each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came up and shot the two dead boys.

At the tender age when I first heard this poem, I could not make heads or tails of it.  I'll admit it, I was pretty dumb (I still thought I could win at the game 'heads I win, tails you lose'), but now things are different.  I know who Goku is, and I have a basic knowledge of quantum physics (not really), so I have the answer.

Early in the morning, in the middle of the night,

This one is easy.  It's simply 1:00 am.  It's still dark out, but it's technically the next day.  Thus it's early in the morning, in the middle of the night.

Two dead boys got up to fight,

Again this is easy.  The two dead boys are obviously zombies.  Resident Evil tells us this is within the realm of possibility, so no back talking.

Back to back they faced each other,

(No problems yet....)

Drew their swords and shot each other,

Okay, this is where the poem gets a little tricky.  How can one shoot someone with a sword?  Those swords were obviously gunblades.  Final Fantasy VIII anyone?  Yes, it all makes perfect sense, except for the bullets actually hitting their mark part.  Now their are two ways to solve that. 

One:  The boys are on an extremely small planet, so small that one shot goes around the world.

Two:  The bullets ricocheted off several things and found their victims.   Hmmm... I like the first explaination better.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

The deaf policeman is a cyborg who has a microphone wired directly into his brain.  I'm sure scientists can do this kind of thing nowadays.

And came up and shot the two dead boys.

He must have blown their heads off too, because there's no mention of those zombies coming back to life.

So... Zombies inhabitants of a very small planet wake up at 1:00 am, grab their gunblades, shoot their rivals, and get their heads blown off by a cyborg cop.  It's so simple... why didn't I think of it before?  I want to make a comic about this now...

If anyone knows where that ditty is from, PLEASE TELL ME.

Yay,I got my first week of college done, despite the fact that narcotics have taken the place of my car (God rest it's rusted, tire-exploding soul).  This can only mean one thing.  I must be superwoman.  Hail me, puny minions, hail me.

Seriously though, I'm on my way to becoming a mad scientist.  In my Biotech class I get to CLONE something!  You hear me?!  CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!!  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!  aHa aha ahaaaa..... yeah.  I 've no idea what it is yet, but I will duplicate it, and hug it, and kiss it, and make pretty little clothes for it... and probably have it encased in lucite to creep out the neo cons.  Oh the fun I will have.

That was the first thought that came into my head after my car landed right side up, and there was nothing else for me to do but wait for the cops and spit out glass.  One of my tires blew of the freeway, while I was going 70.  The car swearved, I over compensated, skidding against a wall, over compensated again, and flipped twice.  I think.  I don't remember the wall part, but the wall does because there's a big black scrape where I hit it.  

On the plus side, I'm alive, and I've only got a sprained wrist to show for it... and a big bill on my insurance for my ER stay.  I also learned that ER nurses are cool.  Yeah, it kinda hurts to type, so I'm going to stop now.

I don't know why I chose those words.  Do not ask.  Anyhoo, yeah, layout change, the old one kinda confused me.  I added a bunch of links to some of the comics I read, sadly I didn't have enough room to list them all... maybe I should create a webpage of webcomic directory doom.

Weird sayings/slang that I feel like listing

Tally Ho!

Great Googly Moogly!

Sweet Sassy Molassy!

Greetings and Salutations Fellow Human Being!

Peachy keen!

It's the bees knees!

Absolutely fandango, baby!

Note to self:  Remember to use these more often....

The two things I've listed in my title are surprisingly not related.  Somehow.  Though I'm sure I could make them related if I looked through fanfiction.net long enough. 

Lackage of postage has been caused by a massive homework OD, but never fear, I swallowed a gallon of charcoal and coffee.  Things will get done, hopefully the tomorrow after yesterday.  Now, on with the show...

Why yes, I rush ordered my copy of House season two.  Yes, I am that pathetic.   Yes, I would be stoned for this in some third world countries. AND YES, I absolutely do not care in the slightest.

I wrote a bunch of stuff here about how I've got season two and started compairing #1 to #2. Then I realized that the differences between them don't interest me as much as the relationship aspect, which has screwed with my head.

So let me start by saying that I am one serious masochist. I've watched about 10 hours of TV and gotten all the way to skin deep (if anyone spoils me, I'll send my anal retentive cat to eat your liver).

When I got the DVDs, I was excited, but also leery. People have been blogging about how they hate this character or that character, this relationship that event. Lots of whining. After watching the first half, I now understand why people are annoyed with this season. I don't agree, but I get it. It messes with people's expectations, no matter what couple you endorse, and there are plenty of options.

You've got: House x Cameron, House x Cuddy, House x Stacy, House x Wilson, and to a lesser extent Cameron x Chase.

There are so many options because one of the greatest things about this series is that THERE IS NO DESIGNATED LOVE INTEREST. No boy and girl who get an extra screen time, just so I can get more attached to the idea that they are supposed to be perfect for one another. But because of this, viewers have no idea where to go.

Here's what I've got so far.  Spoilers ahoy!











Kay, so I've typed too much already and I'm a sad, sad deluded little girl.  I promise you can set me on fire if you can find me.

I haven't really thought of anything to draw lately, and I haven't felt like thinking enough about it to come up with some really cool idea.

What I've been pondering instead is my lack of inspiration... which means I've actually been thinking about art, but in a really abstract way.

After musing for awhile, I realized I don't want to draw because I draw manga. And manga has become insanely popular. The whole medium and culture that goes along with it feels different than it did about 6 years ago when I first dipped my feet in. And it should. No culture should stay the same, it needs to change or it'll become boring and die.

It's just that I don't LIKE the way it's changed. I'm not good at popularity, or popularity contests. I lose. Sometimes on purpose, or on principle, and sometimes simply because I don't come up to scratch.

My technical drawing skills aren't up to scratch right now, and the big question I'm pondering is, do I want to spend the time and effort for them to become so?

The way I think about my art will probably have to change, because I don't think I could do it for a living, or that I'd want to depend on it to support myself. If I did art to make money and came to depend on it, there'd be more stress put on my work. Would that improve my creativity or kill it? I don't know and that's probably why I'm writing this out here.

My first review was on Blogger, but since it's been such a cause for flames, I figured I'd better own up to it everywhere. Y'know. Just so everyone knows it's MINE.

So here it is, still hot from blogger.

Serial killers and how they relate to a webcomic (review):

Before I get into this, I want you to consider something. You have a boyfriend/girlfriend. You love them. You think you know them. And then one day, you find them over a dead body, blood on their hands and unrepentantly claiming to be a serial killer. So. How do you react?

Keep that thought on a back burner when you read the review.

This is actually a web'manga'. Yeah, they would probably insist on the 'manga' part for what it blurdy matters. This webmanga is called Cursed Wings (http://cursedwings.cjb.net/). The author of this little delight *coughcough* is a girl named Hiromi. There are spoilers ahead, for those who care.

Okay, first impression. The character art is done well, but the backgrounds are simplistic and I would still salute this comic on Screentone Abuse day. The first couple pages seem rushed, but the hook is relatively good. There is a serial killer on the prowl, killing people with magic wind. We learn about this one the news. YAY! Exciting. It goes downhill from there though.

Then I learn that the heroine, Aira, has wings and supernatural powaaaz of zehomg HEALING. It strikes me that this will be a heroine that I'm supposed to love, not because she's facinating and flawed (which she most certainly ISN'T), but because she is a power. Oh, and she has a cute little supernatural pet too.

Then I get a couple pages of mysterious phone conversation between adults along the lines of, "Did you hear about those killings?" "Yeah." "Do you think it could be... THAT?" "Oh, I know, I was thinking of THAT..." "Boy THAT really is scary, huh?" These conversations make no sense because when two background 'I'm in on what's going on' characters talk about secret things that they BOTH know about, why would they still be cryptic? The answer of course is so that the readers aren't clued into certain plot elements yet. This yanks me right out of the story because then I know I'm a reader. It's a poopy over used plot device that needs to DIE, and quickly thank you.

Then we do the whole shojo school thing. Nothing new. There is a best friend and a childhood friend of the best friend. And then there is THE GUY. You know. The designated love interest.

He's cute and smart (got the highest score on the entrance exam zehomg), and of course all the other girls are in love with him. And there was much rejoicing...weeeeee.... his name is Yuito.

Some semi-mysterious plotting happens... and then I discover more things that I hate. The heroine was rescued by Yuito and brought to the nurse's office when she passed from heat stroke (Only to the nurses office, for heat stroke? And here I was thinking it was something semi DANGEROUS, especially if it causes unconsciousness. -http://www.drreddy.com/heat.html- But heck, what's a little organ failure?) looking for her supernatural pet. (It should be noted that this pet, Rio, even though incredibly strange, does not raise any sort of comment beyond, "So what's up with the wings and the long tail...?") Then I discover that Aira has amnesia. She can't remember anything before she was 5. (I can't remember much of my life then either, does that mean I can be a mary sue too?!) And she has been rejected because she has wings and powers. (Poor her, having to deal with cool powers. The starving children in Africa got nuthin on HER.) It SEEMS like it couldn't get worse, but it does.

Yuito and Aira walk home together and Aira DISLOCATES her ankle. Not sprains. D-I-S-L-O-C-A-T-E-S. Here's another, 'I need to see a doctor incident' ignored, but whatever. Of course now Yuito has to carry Aira. Now they can confess their feelings for one another. Yay. There is actually something I respect here. At least the characters arn't fiddling around and wondering for CHAPTERS 'Does so and so REALLY like me? I mean LIKE like me?'

Okay, other problems. When Aira goes back to school for her book with her supernatural winged bunny (who is in human form), we discover that Yuito is the serial killer. They see him kill someone. And what does Aira do?

SHE ISN'T MAD. SHE ISN'T SCARED. HE LOOKS SICK. SHE HEALS HIM.

This is dumb. I'm not downplaying forgiveness, I'm just dealing with living in a city with TWO possibly THREE serial killers/rapists running amuck, NEAR MY NEIGHBORHOOD. 11 people are DEAD. My friends and I have to make arrangements not to go out alone, to have people knowing where we are at all times. It is not fun. If I met one I would not heal one, I would run away. If it were my boyfriend, I would still run away.

Knowing this story, there is some plotful, angsty reason as to why he is doing this. He's probably forced to or something. BUT THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE. I'm probably supposed to ignore the death because Yuito is feeling bad about it and getting sick from doing it. ANGST IS ALSO NOT AN EXCUSE.

There is other stuff in this comic that offends me. The infantile 'omg' writing style. The fact that the author thought I needed a definition for 'ecologist'. The fact that Aira's 'mother' is keeping information from her 'daughter' for no good reason. The fact that Rio in his human form and Aira's mother look almost exactly alike. The fact that Rio had his memories erased, again for no good reason. BUT, the 'I forgive you serial killer boy!' takes the cake. Heck it takes the whole frickin' bakery.

There are fanbrats attached to this comic of course. If they ever find this, I'm sure they'll kill me. I don't care. Hiromi has already recieved some crits via e-mail from others. She has reacted like any sue author, with total defensiveness.

That's it. I'm done with that spork. I feel better too.

I've made myself and my friend a Vicodin shirt. Though it doesn't actually say Vicodin. It's got the chemical structure, but to avoid people thinking we endorse addiction and whatnot, we've decided to call it by it's other name, Hydrocodone.

This means that the only people who will get the reference will be chemistry and pharmaceutical buffs. It is my hope that people smart enough to study these subjects are also smart enough to watch House, and thus will understand the point of the shirt. There will probably be a small minority who know what hydrocodone is and who don't watch House, but they deserve to be offended.

We've also made "Kevin- It's my secret friendship club name." shirts and "Differential Diagnosis People" shirts. I'm going to have fun at college this semester.

In serial killer news, another person was killed on Baseline. I think I'm going to have to stop jogging by myself now.

I've been sick for the last couple days. I've also been looking for my social security card so I can interview for a job. And I've been marathoning House MD.

Now I'm really bored and I'm starting a live journal. I'd go outside, but there are serial murderers out there. (ha, you think I'm paranoid don't cha?) When you're a 20 something woman living on her own and people are being shot and raped near your neighborhood, it makes you a little hesitant to go outside at night. And Paranoid. (At least I'm not denying it right?)

There's nothing else to know about me really, other than that I'm a cynical, sarcastic, overly critical goit who will use this medium to review webcomics.

That is all.