And on the first day...

Chloe woke up very late that day and was then transported by Lynelle to Qacei's house. Qacei and Mary were all "Oh, it is Chloe, hi" and then Chloe and Qacei hung out. Shortly thereafter, Chloe and Qacei took it upon themselves to make a video. It was a very amazing video. This very amazing video that Chloe and Qacei had taken it upon themselves to make was TTLZVCBFOS3. the only issue here was that they didn't actually have the SCRIPT for TTLZVCBFOS3. But they had a little piece of the script, so they made that. This might sound simple, but in reality, it was very complicated. Who would play which parts? Where would they film? Did they have adequate props and costumes? Eventually, though, after many difficulties, many hours, and about ten thousand outtakes, the video came together, and they had filmed all the shots. Then they retired to the computer room and uploaded the shots onto Qacei's computer. They had like 59 shots, though, so they had to delete some of them and mesh some of them together and basically edit the whole three thousand pounds of film they would have used had their video not been digital.

Anyway, they did this, and it took them quite some time, but they managed it, and when they were done it was totally awesome and they put it on the internet for Zephyr to see and laugh at.

The End.

P.S. Don't tell Zephyr about this, cause he don't know yet.

Stupid Homophobic News Reporters

I was recently surfing the web when I came across a news article detailing the death of a thirteen year old boy named Jesse Dirkhising. He was raped and murdered by a gay couple who were family friends. His death was a horrible tragedy, and my heart goes out to his family, of course. However, things like this, tragic as they are, happen frequently, and if I mentioned every single one of them on my blog it would explode, and then my head would.

So why am I mentioning this one?

Well, it seems fair and unbiased reporting no longer exists in this country. It seems no one can just write a news story and report the facts. It always has to be a political statement, always has to be about pushing your views on people. And the stupid bastard who covered the story on the website I happened to discover it on has views that are, quite simply, WRONG.

As I read the article, I began to get the impression that the author had something against homosexuals. However, I decided that this was only because I have many homosexual friends and relatives, and am sensitive to the issue. But the feeling only got stronger as I read on, and by the time I finished the article, I had serious doubts about this man's opinions on homosexuality. But I was interested in seeing if I could find out more, about the case and the man in question, so I clicked a link located at the bottom of the page. The article I found was a discussion, of sorts, of the Washington Post's rebuttal of certain accusations hurled at them during the course of the article. In this 'discussion', the author of both the original article and the 'discussion' made several comments that were not only blatantly homophobic, but also really, really, annoying.

So what did I do? I decided to blog about it. I know I don't blog very often, but occasionally I get really annoyed with people, you know? So. Basically, this man indicated in both articles that homosexuals are somehow more likely to be pedophiles and rapists than heterosexuals. He also expressed religious viewpoints, something I believe a good reporter never does. Not everyone who reads your articles believes in your god, asshole. Two comments in the 'discussion', and one in the original article, got to me particularly, and I'd like to share those with you, so you can be mad at him too.

In the original article, he comments that one of the men 'manipulated [the other man] into a homosexual relationship by stating that four characters from the Bible (David and Jonathan and Ruth and Naomi) were homosexual'.

Like people have to be convinced to be gay! Like it's some kind of choice! He makes other comments like that, too, that it's a choice, some kind of fetish. This kind of talk disgusts me.

And the 'discussion'...

For starters, he says 'I...never considered myself "hostile to homosexuals." Not approving of sin does not necessarily make one hostile to sinners.'

WhoaWhoaWhoa Back Up. Sin? Not only are you making homosexuals out to be bad, you're also expressing religious viewpoints, as previously mentioned. BASTARD.

Secondly, and I think worst of all the things he says, he says 'Keep in mind that Jesse's guardians saw nothing wrong with a 13-year-old boy spending weekends with a homosexual couple. That's crazy.'

............

AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

Like that's automatically a horrible thing to do? Like they're bad parents for letting their kid be around homosexuals? He also quotes, in the original article, something Jesse's grandmother, Betty Yates, said. She said 'The parents put him in a situation he should not have been in. They knowingly let him spend weekends with the two guys, knowing they were gay. Jesse was a typical 13-year-old good kid. You do not put a 13-year-old child into a situation like that.'

Clearly, that author agrees with her. It just makes me furious that these people assume the fact that these men were violent and twisted had something to do with the fact that they were also gay. Obviously, this was a horrible crime, and of course this boy should not have been hanging out with THESE PARTICULAR men. Does this mean we should start avoiding homosexuals? Of course not! The majority of them are no more likely to harm another human being than you are. And any logical, sane, clear-thinking person would know that.

Best Wishes to anyone not this reporter guy,

Isn't that bizzare? Aren't you just going...'Ooh'?

I'm actually posting something. Shocking, huh?

Basically, I have nothing good to say, and therefore never say anything. But I figured everyone who reads this is hating me for not posting anything and making their lives more difficult without reward, so I thought a post was in order. I've been keeping a journal, which is probably a contributing factor in the lack of blog posts. Everything I'd say here, I already said there.

What have I been doing lately, you ask? Well, I dogsat (which mostly consisted of watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel for three days straight), I came home and watched more Buffy, I helped mom clean my room for me (hehe ^ ^) and then I watched some more Buffy. Actually, I strapped mom to the futon and forced her to watch the first two episodes with me. Aren't I just too evil?

Anyway, following that, I sat in my own bed (wow, right?) with my own TV on a stool at the foot of my bed and watched Pump Up the Volume, that Christian Slater movie about the illegal radio guy. It was pretty good, but the ending was unsatisfying.

Anyway again, we're gonna clean some more today, only mom has to watch football first. It's very important. Life or death football. Cause...Um...God is playing. In the football game. Against Joe the Used Car Salesman from Alabama.

He's a very dangerous man, you know. Bent on total destruction.

Moving on, I have stuff to do now (including but not limited to sorting old toys into different categories. It's important.) so I'm gonna go. I hope you all hate me less after this, and I also hope it will last a while, cause I somehow can't imagine myself writing another post any time really soon.

Hey, maybe I'll put up those blog posts I wrote in Italy sometime soon. They'd be way late, but still, you know? Okay, so I'm actually going now. Good luck in all your New Year's endeavours. Bye!~

Book Five: The Final Something Or Other

So, this is late.

Sorry.

On her last day, Cole went in to Sunnyside Down to barista again, and spent large quantities of time working the register. That was traumatizing, and made her emotionally fragile. But she got to make Marie her special drink, which was fun. Then Cole's father figure and sister arrived, and there was joyfulness and she made them buy things for her so she could ring them up, which was also fun. So, she had her some drinks and foods, and then they left, taking Buffy Season Seven home with them, NOT Buffy Season One, which was good, because Season One was not theirs. So they drove, and they drove, and Cole and her sister talked about things, and Cole told her sister a story in lolspeak, and it was good. Then they were home, and there was homeness, and Cole was frazzled, but she talked with her parental figures and sister and they ate some of the cupcakes Cole and Qayte made in Book Two: The Mysterious Baked Goods which Cole had brought with her from Magic Land, and she slept.

And it was good, because Cole finally did some writing on her NaNovel, and she thought she might actually be able to finsih it by the deadline.

Which would be good.

THE END

Book Four: Everything and Announcements

SO! I woke up at the prescribed time this morning, a first...well, at most a fifth...in Chloe history! Be proud of me, gorammit!

Anyway...moving on!

Cole woke up at the prescribed time this morning and got ready speedily. Then she and Qayte and Qayte's mother Marie all went in to Sunnyside Down, and Cole did her some baristaing, including, much to her pleasure, terror, and humiliation for no reason, some ringing up of people. Real live customers. There was also serving, and taking orders, and making drinks, and calling drinks out, et cetera et cetera. She enjoyed herself greatly, and took her usual wages for the day. She and Qayte dropped off her books at the library during their break, because she had decided to go home soon, and they needed to be returned. So anyway, she worked, and played, and had her some chai. Then it was time for the going home club. Aaaaand, they went home. She finished her green scarf, which is lovely, by the way (or would be, if it was real, which it's not, because this is a work of fiction). Also, Qayte had some bits of mossy fuzzy yarn left over from her new cat hat she is making for barista Melissa, and Cole made those into a choker and a bracelt. The choker is braided and the bracelet is crocheted, but you can't tell the difference, so it doesn't matter. Cole and Qayte went to the park again, and wandered around, and they found out that school is out today for some innocuous reason. They discovered that if you sing one of the camp songs twice it fits their moon dance fairly well. Cole danced with her umbrella. Then there was a crocheting/knitting/braiding/Buffywatching party at Qayte's, with just her and Cole, and that is when Cole finsihed the scarf. They also watched some Gilmore Girls. Then there was some getting on of the computer, and Cole discovered that there is a picture of Kell I where she looks like the mom in Gilmore Girls, which is nifty swifty, which is Cole's phrase of the day/week/indefinite time period.

Anyway, I has to go now, regardless of the shortish post, because I has nothing more to say on the matter. But first, two announcements. One is for the sake of anyone who didn't know and wanted to, and the other is mostly for the sake of my parental units.

ONE: My male parental unit is going to pick me up from Sunnyside Up tomorrow, and return me to the bosom of my family. Yes. Perhaps, perhaps, just maybe, I might actually get some writing done.

TWO: We are going to visit Abbi and Kell I and Alec and Kyra and Tim. There is no other option. It's my way, or...well....your way. But this should be your way. Cause it would make me happy.

Book Three: Bulfinch, Buffy, and....Bulius.

Today's novella. It's totally a novella. Deal with it.

After Cole had checked her messages on the computer and stuff like that, she and Qayte decided to mall. So they were driven there, and they alighted and entered the building, though sadly, Cole was forced to leave her book in the car, because it's hard to read Bulfinch while walking through a building full of overpriced stores and mindless sheeple. So Cole and Qayte went into a bunch of stores, looked at clothing, felt all the soft things they could find, and grabbed Juliuses from the Food Area, which Cole did not consider to be a court. In fact, she never considers them to be courts, because they are areas. Areas full of chairs. And tables.
Anyway, so after they had done everything the could possibly do and hadn't seen any cute boys at all, Qayte called her parents and they went to wait outside of Old Navy.
They waited for like half an hour, went back inside, waited a little more, and then Qayte's father arrived, and they went back outside Old Navy and he picked them up and brought them back to Qayte's place. In the car, Cole got to finish the story she was reading in Bulfinch, which was Tristram and Isoude, which she loves, even though it makes her sad. Anyway, so they got home, and they had them some food, and some talking, and then they watched BUFFY! which was totally awesome, of course. Also, laundry was done, which was yay for them, because they were running low on wearable pants. While Buffy was being watched, Cole worked on her scarf making project, which was progressing nicely and had reached eleven rows (barely) when they finished watching Buffy and retreated to the computers. So Cole wrote on her blog - which was nothing like this one - and did some Myspacing and decided to read some more Bulfinch later.

The End of Book Three.

You should anxiously await Book Four, which will probably consist of baristaing and park-going.

Book Two: The Mysterious Baked Goods

Father, it has been three? days since my last confession. True, I promised last time that the next book would be out tomorrow, but as with all writers, I am behind on my deadline once more. So here's the second book, a couple days late.

Let's see...

The day after Cole and Qayte went to the library, they travelled to the local park, which was a magical land of wonder and joyness. And swings. Which they swung on. And a couple of really curse-filled thirteen year olds. Then they walked around, and talked about random stuff, and they whiled the day far far away. The day following that they decided productivity was the key, and so after another quick trip the park and a drive into Sunnyside Up for supplies, they proceeded to bake. The mixed them up some chocolate batter, and although Cole tried (and succeeded) to eat some of it that was left in the bowl, Qayte tried (and succeeded) to keep it away from her. Then they evened out the batter in its containers, so they were all the same height, which was harder than it sounds. They stuck it in the preheated oven then, and mixed them up some frosting. There was some trouble with a 'double boiler' and an argument over sour cream, which was added to the frosting according to the recipe, against Cole's better judgment, because sour cream is the devil. Then the frosting was carefully mixed, and tasted to make sure it wasn't poisonous. The baked goods were cooling, the frosting was ready, and Cole and Qayte got out their secret weapon. As soon as the baked goods were totally cooled (though Cole protested that they could be frosted before that point, Qayte would not LISTEN TO REASON) Cole and Qayte each frosted six of them, leaving about eight tons of frosting left over. A cake was suggested, to deal with the excess frosting. Then, frosted baked goods in hand - or rather, on counter - Qayte broke off a couple of pieces of white chocolate from the Ghiradelli bar they had purchased earlier, and she shaved the into curly strips with a cheese grater. Then they sprinkled white chocolate on the cupcakes, took some phototographs, and showed them off to those members of Qayte's family who were not in their rooms. Then they each ate one. They were freaking delicious.

Not that I would know.

Then they moved on, placing the baked goods in a plastic box in the fridge. They decided some fortune telling was in order, and, retrieving some paper, they made cootie catchers. They asked them lots of questions, and one of Qayte's could see the future. Once the dog had attempted to eat Qayte psychic fortune teller and they had grown bored trying to think of new questions, they decided to play a game of M.A.S.H. They wrote down their categories - where they'd live, what kind of house they'd have, how many kids they'd have, how much their salary would be, what their job would be, their car, and where they'd have their honeymoon (and of course, who their husband would be) - Cole chose two options for each category, and Qayte chose two. They were playing to see Cole's future, you see, so Cole chose one's she wanted, and Qayte chose one's Cole really didn't want particularly, thanks. Then they played, leaving Cole with a good mix of good things (husband, type of house, um..something) and bad things. Then they played for Qayte, which was hilarious. Really hilarious. But anyway, they had to get on AIM right that instant and inform Qayte's future husband of their discovery, which they did. Unfortunately, the future husband was idle, so they talked to....um...need a new name...Anna? Alice? could just use her name, I suppose...Abbi, instead, and they asked her if she wanted to play M.A.S.H. Once a little wikipedia had explained to her what it was, they had her choose her options, and they selected another option, one each. Abbi wound up with fairly Hi-larious results, which I can't recall. Meanwhile, the future husband got on, and he was informed of his role. This startled him, but it was all good. They also did M.A.S.H. for Kyra, which was funny, because she got Johnny Depp for a husband. They asked Qayte's future husband awkward questions, several of which he would not answer. They discussed his children, and how they wanted them. It was Cole's opinion that he should have, like, ninety kids, and fill up whole orphanages, so everyone could have his children. Then it was very late, so they went to bed, but Cole insisted on checking her Myspace first, which just goes to show you how low she had sunk.

Book One of the Saga.

See, a trilogy in four parts can only have, well, four parts, so to continue updating you on my activities, I have to start a brand-new series. True, it's set in the same universe, and the characters are basically cheap copies of the ones from the last books, but I think you'll find that their actions (while similar in many ways) definitely have their differences. So, this is Book One; The Library at Magic Land.

Once upon a time, in Water Land, there was girl named...um....um...Cole. Yes. Cole. And Cole was visiting her friend...Qayte (that's pronounced like Kate. But with a Q. And a Y.) in Magic Land. Anyways, so Qayte's parents owned a cafe, unlike the cafe owned by the parents of the friend the previous protagonist was visiting. Instead of powdered chai, they used liquid chai. Yes. So Cole went into this cafe with her friend, this cafe called Sunnyside Down. And she helped the baristas there serve customers, though she only worked the register twice, and that was with assistance. She mostly made drinks, bused dishes, served food, and loitered when she wasn't needed. She had herself a chai, and later on, a bagel with herb spread, and right before she left she got her a strawberry banana smoothie. It was deliciously fun, and funnily delicious. After she did that, she and Qayte walked to the Library and retrieved some lost tomes. Qayte got herself one lost tome, and Cole managed to finaggle about eight. She had not finished her smoothie when they went inside the library, so Qayte hid it inside her jacket while they looked at books. Then, when these ancient tomes had been gathered, they realized Qayte had not brought the magical pass that was required by the Library at Magic Land to remove the ancient tomes from the premises. But the GRAND KEEPER OF ANCIENT TOMES looked her up in their secret database, and it was good. And there was much rejoycing. So Qayte and Cole took their tomes back to Sunnyside Down and left them in the office while they went to look at beads and metal bits and other magically delicious items. When they had looked to their heart's desire, they returned to Sunnyside Down and contacted Qayte's mother Marie via a mystical communication system designed many aeons ago to allow daughter's to contact their mothers when they need rides. So Marie arrived at Sunnyside Down and picked Qayte, Cole, and their ancient tomes up and drove them back to Qayte's fortress, where Cole begin reading her ancient tomes involving art with words printed on it. When she had read four of these mysterious volumes, she re-emerged from the land of ancient tomes with art and printed words inside of them and posted this.

But she didn't really post this, because I am posting this, and of course, Cole doesn't really exist. All the characters in this story are fictitious and all that.

See you tomorrow for Book Two.

Title to be decided.

Thirteen Things I Love

About Doctor Horrible.

1. His goggles. I want them. They are wonderfulness packed inside welding goggles.

2. The songs. They are also wonderfulness, primarily because Joss Whedon was involved with their making.

3. 'Slipping' specifically, as demonstrated by the fact that I posted it. It's a great song. Very dramatic. Lots of sudden starts and stops.

4. Captain Hammer, AKA Nathan Fillion. Mal/Caleb/Captain Hammer/whatever. He's awesome, and Captain Hammer is hilarious. (see below)

5. "These are not the hammer."

6. Bad Horse, the thoroughbred of sin, and his singing letters.

7. Moist, Sidekick Extraordinaire. "In case you need anything dampened or made soggy."

8. It contains sporks. Enough said. (I love sporks)

9. Laundry. But in a good way.

10. Everyone's a hero in their own way. "You, and you, and...mostly me, and you."

11. It has seriousness. Um....amusing?...seriousness?

12. It's just so freaking FUNNY! I laugh permanently every time I watch it. Does that make sense? I wasn't sure how to phrase it.
Anyway. Funny.

13. The fact that it involves three Whedons and musical numbers makes it pretty much the most awesome thing to ever exist in this or any other universe.

So yeah.

Can be found at this location and should be. If you're awesome, I mean. You'll enjoy it.