Y'know when you start hearing voices in your head, and they start writing a story for you? And then you realize that it's not a voice, it's your voice? And then you're head just starts rattling off strange phrases and random ideas, and you have to paddle your arms off just to keep your head above the rush and waves of words?
Seems to happen a lot.
My mind is so filled with ideas, so bursting with figments of blog posts, poems, riddles, and pointless phrases that somehow have a point.
And if you think that is weird, listen to what happened a few minutes ago.
Okay, so I'm doing math, right? And I look at my blog (I'm telling you, my hand just slipped to the mouse---those fingers have minds of their own), then close the window and star back at my scribbles. I start to here clicking---like the kind of clicking you hear when you mouse onto a link or something. I ignor it.
More clicking.
Finally, I look up, and I see my blog window on the screen (yes, I'm quite sure I obliverated the page).
Seriously creepy.
My computer is tempting me, and it knows I'm stuggling to avoid it's wretched clutches.
Yup. I'm paranoid.
So paranoid that I literally have the little voice in my head go into full detail about what I'm going to write for my next blog entry.
Sometimes that little voice is a whisper, sometimes it's a shout. I wonder if it's my conscious. But my conscious seems to be more of a feeling then a voice.
This doesn't make any sense, does it?
Eh, oh well. I'm just killing time before I haffta hit the books again. I think I've hit them so much I'm beginning to get Shell Shock.
I'mma in a daze.
As the daze go by...
Don't mind me, I'm just lulled out on the floor with a rank of history books attacking from every direction as I think: "This can't be what afternoons are meant for..."
Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Plink-a-Dink's Pep Talk
So, as I stalk the endless blogs that all hang out in little lounges of cyberspace, I'm rather...embarrassed.
Grrr.
I read other people's blogs. They blow me away. It's like they know what they're doin' and where they're goin'. I just ramble. I just waste time. My head gets turned to jello because I spend so much time simply sitting an typing up a bunch of silly silliness.
My mission: To make a blog that sustains your interest, that draws more people in (hoping it's still what you know and not who you know), that keeps people entertained, and that's ACTUALLY WORTH YOUR TIME.
I think I'm having a four-year blogging crisis. I feel stuck.
But I wanna be a writer, don't I?
AND WRITERS PREVAIL! Let's see what I got, hmm? Let's see about a few posts that are worthwhile---that make you smile instead of snore.
So maybe I should stop whining and get on with it.
Right?
(^ I'm with the guy and his notepad)
Sunday, May 6, 2012
They Are NOT Blue People!!
Alrighty guys. The time has come. So sit back, and swim through my Avatar movie review.
*Goes to Wikipedia to get facts straight*
...by the way, I stink at reviewing things because
(A) I'm really cryptic.
(B) I change my mind about everything. One minute, I can stand something. The next minute, I'm in love with it.
So last night, as the moon shone about 15 times it's normal brightness, I watched the work of James Cameron, which has become known as "The Movie with the Blue People".
All in all, this is a good---granted, trite---way of describing Avatar.
But before I go into all the details, I haffta tell you:
PLEASE DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE ---Unless you have obtained the "Family Soundtrack". This version of the movies aborts all nasty language (of which there is a generous amount). Your ears will be scalded by the time the movie is over otherwise.
So where do I start?
Digi animation? Script? Characters? Story line?
Yeah. Story line (I'll do my best to avoid any major spoilers, but seeing as how this movie is extremely predictable, I don't know if it matters much).
The time is the future. The place is outer space. This story takes place on another planet. Another planet---actually, it's supposed to be a habitable moon---called Pandora (by us earthlings). Greedy-eyed scientists from earth have found vast deposits of the extremely valuable "Unobtainium" (okay, so here you roll your eyes) on Pandora, and have built a pleasant little space station and headquarters above and on the surface of this alien planet (Okay, so I'm calling it a planet. Deal with it.).
They want that Unobtainium.
And by golly, they're gonna get it.
Enter: Dr. Grace Augustine. She specializes in research of the Na'vi---the native humanoids to Pandora (yes, the blue people). She's the head of the Avatar Program. And she has a deep admiration for this new found planet. Dr. Augustine---or "Grace"---and her fellow science buddies create "Avatars" to explore Pandora (the atmosphere is deadly to the human respiratory system). These avatars are spawned by mixing the genes of a human being to one of the native Na'vi. Ultimately, producing a Na'vi body that can be controlled by a linked human brain.
Now lets meet main character, "Jake Sully" (man, I just love how Mo'at says it when he meets her, don't you?? It's like: JHAKE SOULLEE!!).
This guy is an ex-marine. And he's wheel-chair ridden. The only reason why he is shipped into space to join the avatar-ers ars (arr-arr-arr-arr-arr-arr-arrs) is because of the death of his twin bro (we don't get a name, but he's a twin nonetheless). Twin bro was a scientist too, who studied the Na'vi for years an' years. But then he was SHOT and KILLED for MONEY.
...By the way, the beginning of the movie covers all of this, and after reflecting on it, I think the beginning is the best part. I liked the whole Jake narration. Sam Worthington ain't bad.
So we have the science lady and the wheelchair guy. All the rest are just along for the ride. Except the Colonel.
He's mean.
But he's an important aspect.
So da Jake dood gets his bro's avatar (and he's secretly thinking: SWEETNESS!), and he gets to Pandora, and he meets the blue pe---Na'vi.
And then its Pocahontas all the way home.
And that's where [one of] the problems are.
WHY IS THIS THE MOST BOX-OFFICE SUCCESSFUL MOVIE IN HISTORY SINCE IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE AN ORIGINAL PLOT?!!
And why am I using caps so much?
( ^ Two questions I seriously don't know the answer to.)
Moving on.
As for the characters...hmmm. As previously stated, Sam Worthington did nice enough as JHAKE SOULLEE (...heheh...fun to say.), and I really don't have a problem with any of the other actor's ability to deliver lines. The characters were well-portrayed, and the script not bad. This makes for pleasing dialogue. Which ultimately gives a film a "worth watching sticker".
...Basically...
However, (I can't discus this topic without getting to this, can I?) the Na'vi people supposedly "live in harmony with nature" and "worship a mother goddess called 'Eywa'". In addition to that, life is really "energy that flows in between things. Energy is only borrowed, and it must be given back (what they say when someone/something dies)".
*frown*
Uh...Whaaa?
So some things in Pandora are little overdone.
...Or maybe a lot overdone.
Either way, you have a few questionable things encouraged throughout the film. It almost makes one side with the snooty I'ze-wanna-be-rich guy who says something like: "You can throw a stick and anywhere it lands, you hit some "sacred fern"..."
It almost seems as if some of the ideas are cool, and quite elaborate---maybe even beautiful. But when you pull in a few blue-skinned treehuggers worshipers, give them bows and arrows, and create a sci-fi love story, something starts to crumble.
But the technical point was, to be honest, impressive.
Just not outstanding.
Oh yes, I was impressed, but only because it made me toy with the idea of better animation, better graphics, and something that DOESN'T look like two steps beyond video game avatars (I'm talking 'bout real avatars), but makes Avatar look five or six steps ahead.
But time does not permit. Even if you have the budget (which is pretty unlikely), it'll take a loOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOng time to simply make a blue per---Na'vi smile, or even twitch it's ears.
Speaking of:
THEIR EARS ARE SO TOTALLY AWESOME!!
*Goes to Wikipedia to get facts straight*
...by the way, I stink at reviewing things because
(A) I'm really cryptic.
(B) I change my mind about everything. One minute, I can stand something. The next minute, I'm in love with it.
So last night, as the moon shone about 15 times it's normal brightness, I watched the work of James Cameron, which has become known as "The Movie with the Blue People".
All in all, this is a good---granted, trite---way of describing Avatar.
But before I go into all the details, I haffta tell you:
PLEASE DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE ---Unless you have obtained the "Family Soundtrack". This version of the movies aborts all nasty language (of which there is a generous amount). Your ears will be scalded by the time the movie is over otherwise.
So where do I start?
Digi animation? Script? Characters? Story line?
Yeah. Story line (I'll do my best to avoid any major spoilers, but seeing as how this movie is extremely predictable, I don't know if it matters much).
The time is the future. The place is outer space. This story takes place on another planet. Another planet---actually, it's supposed to be a habitable moon---called Pandora (by us earthlings). Greedy-eyed scientists from earth have found vast deposits of the extremely valuable "Unobtainium" (okay, so here you roll your eyes) on Pandora, and have built a pleasant little space station and headquarters above and on the surface of this alien planet (Okay, so I'm calling it a planet. Deal with it.).
They want that Unobtainium.
And by golly, they're gonna get it.
Enter: Dr. Grace Augustine. She specializes in research of the Na'vi---the native humanoids to Pandora (yes, the blue people). She's the head of the Avatar Program. And she has a deep admiration for this new found planet. Dr. Augustine---or "Grace"---and her fellow science buddies create "Avatars" to explore Pandora (the atmosphere is deadly to the human respiratory system). These avatars are spawned by mixing the genes of a human being to one of the native Na'vi. Ultimately, producing a Na'vi body that can be controlled by a linked human brain.
Now lets meet main character, "Jake Sully" (man, I just love how Mo'at says it when he meets her, don't you?? It's like: JHAKE SOULLEE!!).
This guy is an ex-marine. And he's wheel-chair ridden. The only reason why he is shipped into space to join the avatar-
...By the way, the beginning of the movie covers all of this, and after reflecting on it, I think the beginning is the best part. I liked the whole Jake narration. Sam Worthington ain't bad.
So we have the science lady and the wheelchair guy. All the rest are just along for the ride. Except the Colonel.
He's mean.
But he's an important aspect.
So da Jake dood gets his bro's avatar (and he's secretly thinking: SWEETNESS!), and he gets to Pandora, and he meets the blue pe---Na'vi.
And then its Pocahontas all the way home.
And that's where [one of] the problems are.
WHY IS THIS THE MOST BOX-OFFICE SUCCESSFUL MOVIE IN HISTORY SINCE IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE AN ORIGINAL PLOT?!!
And why am I using caps so much?
( ^ Two questions I seriously don't know the answer to.)
Moving on.
As for the characters...hmmm. As previously stated, Sam Worthington did nice enough as JHAKE SOULLEE (...heheh...fun to say.), and I really don't have a problem with any of the other actor's ability to deliver lines. The characters were well-portrayed, and the script not bad. This makes for pleasing dialogue. Which ultimately gives a film a "worth watching sticker".
...Basically...
However, (I can't discus this topic without getting to this, can I?) the Na'vi people supposedly "live in harmony with nature" and "worship a mother goddess called 'Eywa'". In addition to that, life is really "energy that flows in between things. Energy is only borrowed, and it must be given back (what they say when someone/something dies)".
*frown*
Uh...Whaaa?
So some things in Pandora are little overdone.
...Or maybe a lot overdone.
Either way, you have a few questionable things encouraged throughout the film. It almost makes one side with the snooty I'ze-wanna-be-rich guy who says something like: "You can throw a stick and anywhere it lands, you hit some "sacred fern"..."
It almost seems as if some of the ideas are cool, and quite elaborate---maybe even beautiful. But when you pull in a few blue-skinned tree
But the technical point was, to be honest, impressive.
Just not outstanding.
Oh yes, I was impressed, but only because it made me toy with the idea of better animation, better graphics, and something that DOESN'T look like two steps beyond video game avatars (I'm talking 'bout real avatars), but makes Avatar look five or six steps ahead.
But time does not permit. Even if you have the budget (which is pretty unlikely), it'll take a loOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOng time to simply make a blue per---Na'vi smile, or even twitch it's ears.
Speaking of:
THEIR EARS ARE SO TOTALLY AWESOME!!
Dude, I really want ears like that.
Even though it wasn't believable, the visual effects process is really something.
Cameras were inserted to the booms to pick up the facial expressions of the actors.
Ahhh...as a movie lover, I'm deeply interested by this stuff.
(Yeah, you're probably about to fall asleep in your spaghetti on account of boredom. Eh. Whatever.)
To finish this little critique, I haffta end with one...no, two things.
(1) The final scene of this movie was terribly, sickeningly, horribly cliched. If you know me at all, you will realize that I absolutely abhor of cliched endings.
(2) I loved the last second, where the eyes open and... "AVATAR"!!! This gave me a stash of ideas. See, normally, a movie has the title shown at the beginning. Well, I can't recall if this film had a beginning title, but it sure had one at the end.
...very dramatic, and fit with good flourish.
I guess that's nearly all that I planned to share.
In conclusion though, (and in my dad's words), movies that have neat effects, good scripts, and all that---they're usually forgotten. Yes, this is cold hard reality, I know, but it's pretty true.
The movies that are remembered, and the movies that worm their way into history are the ones with the greatest stories, the most brilliant plots, and the amount of actor talent.
After all, a movie is a story, and it's director the author.
So did I like it? You bet.
Am I adding it to 'favorite movies' on my blogger profile? ...Mmmh...Nah. There are just too many things, and too many small details that turn into big details that I just can't---and won't---accept.
I believe that it's silly, stupid, and downright dumb to worship the tree and not the Creator (I apologize for how harsh these words may sound, but I feel the need to come across firm in my faith).
Eventually it seemed almost as if this movie was trying to pull me towards those ideas. The idea that everything is ruled by earth, and the links between all living things.
'The End'
Signing off,
Plink-a-Dink\
...(Two minutes later, after reading more details about Avatar on Wikipedia)
"...Wait...did that say...??" *squints* "No, it couldn't be...it couldn't..." *reads huge imposing text:*
'...In 2006, Cameron stated that if Avatar was successful, he hoped to make two sequels to the film. In 2010, he said the film's widespread success confirmed that he will...'
"Oh great."
*face palm*
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Neon Butterfly Supermoons
Yesterday, as I was meandering around the backyard, I saw something a little bittersweet.
It was a beautiful butterfly.
But a dead one.
The wheels in my mind started spinning like crazy. I definitely could NOT pass this one up.
So last night I was editing.
I'm pretty happy with the results.
On another note, have you heard about the "super" moon tonight? It's supposed to be the closest a full moon will be to earth the entire year. This is what one looked like in the past.
Dude, God's creation is so awesome!
I'm totally gonna stay up tonight with the Nikon and the tripod. =D
Anyhow, it seems like I was gonna say something more, but I can't recall what it was...*scrunches up face*.
Oh well.
This is Neon.
(He's framed!)
You might remember me mentioning him. He's just a young lad. New under the saddle. About three or four. I likes to ride him.
=)
Fare thee well.
Ka-Plinkydink
Friday, May 4, 2012
Words Not Meant To Be Whispered
This is my last completed English homework assignment for the year (boo yah! =D ).
A figure he stood, silhouetted in the light,
He drew a line, to run or fight?
To cause the blood that all would dread
Or rather flee to world ahead.
Across the line the souls of man
Walked stout with pluck to lend a hand.
But one not followed all the crowed
His mind made up, his shoulders bowed.
At inquiry he resisted
The cry of war he'd long enlisted.
For memories of long darkened days
Haunted him in head ached craze.
Just in time to rid himself of the doomsday stand,
The man escaped to to further place, and lived to tell the land.
He spoke of many thousands, them marching forth to war.
To kill the ones he'd run from, they'd bring down stony door.
A sleep fell to the ones who'd stayed to stand in fear and glory.
Though doubtless was the climax and clincher of the story.
Soon to be brought to ending, soon to dwell in death.
Soon to bid farewell to loved ones, with last and final breath.
Time had sprung to give it all in name of freedom's ring.
Thus whistling wild with grand debut, the musket shots did sing.
The melodies of surefire, a song sung out of strife.
A tune to pierce you to the heart, or simply end your life.
The crimson blood did pour like rain, and ruby were the streets.
Where those who joined arrived to late, who viewed the failed feat.
They found the lifeless bodies, 'neath thunderclouds of woe.
And battle cries of fallen echoed: “Remember the Alamo.”
The true accounts of battle, so kept quite privily,
Should not be thought upon so light in all of history.
Forget not what has happened.
Forget not what you've heard.
Those warriors died with honor.
But remain a whispered word.
It inspired me to draw this picture
A figure he stood, silhouetted in the light,
He drew a line, to run or fight?
To cause the blood that all would dread
Or rather flee to world ahead.
Across the line the souls of man
Walked stout with pluck to lend a hand.
But one not followed all the crowed
His mind made up, his shoulders bowed.
At inquiry he resisted
The cry of war he'd long enlisted.
For memories of long darkened days
Haunted him in head ached craze.
Just in time to rid himself of the doomsday stand,
The man escaped to to further place, and lived to tell the land.
He spoke of many thousands, them marching forth to war.
To kill the ones he'd run from, they'd bring down stony door.
A sleep fell to the ones who'd stayed to stand in fear and glory.
Though doubtless was the climax and clincher of the story.
Soon to be brought to ending, soon to dwell in death.
Soon to bid farewell to loved ones, with last and final breath.
Time had sprung to give it all in name of freedom's ring.
Thus whistling wild with grand debut, the musket shots did sing.
The melodies of surefire, a song sung out of strife.
A tune to pierce you to the heart, or simply end your life.
The crimson blood did pour like rain, and ruby were the streets.
Where those who joined arrived to late, who viewed the failed feat.
They found the lifeless bodies, 'neath thunderclouds of woe.
And battle cries of fallen echoed: “Remember the Alamo.”
The true accounts of battle, so kept quite privily,
Should not be thought upon so light in all of history.
Forget not what has happened.
Forget not what you've heard.
Those warriors died with honor.
But remain a whispered word.
It inspired me to draw this picture
I kinda want to use this as my "hand drawn picture" (no pun intended) for extra credit, but I'm not sure if there's really any true connection between it and the poem.
Waddya think?
God Bless,
Ka-Plink
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
"Dear, Did You Know About The Insect Metropolis That's Taking Abode In Our Family Room?..."
\ = (
Yeah. We have ants. And problems with them.
...So I executed Code "Wipe-Out".
---Which includes a vacuum cleaner.
After playing exterminator, I got distracted after waltzing outside and started to take pictures.
I have 1,398 pictures in one folder of My Documents alone.
And I like to play with them on Picasa
Speaking of pictures, I have hockey videos.
CLARIFICATION: Youth group Hockey Championship videos. We Sharkipedes didn't make it all the way, but we were beat by the best in our second game and their first. It went like this:
5:00 - Trashers VRS. Sharkipedes
6:00 - Winner of 5:00 Game VRS. Twisted
7:00 - Shell Shocked VRS. Lone Rangers
8:00 - Winner of 7:00 Game VRS. Winner of 6:00 Game
And it turned out like this:
5:00 - Trashers VRS. Sharkipedes
6:00 - Sharkipedes VRS. Twisted
7:00 - Shell Shocked VRS. Lone Rangers
8:00 - Twisted VRS. Shell Shocked
Good job Twisted!
On a completely different note...
I have to go do school.
And
I wanted to see if the HTML link would work.
Visit here to see the explanation of why Mr. Young is singing a Ricky Nelson song.
I still cannot fathom why on earth Fireflies had to be his most popular song. I quoteth my brother when I say: "His voice is so monotone in that one..."
Goodbye.
=)
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Happiness Returned To Me, Through The Small And Simple Things
I am happy.
I have a chunk of frozen chocolate in my hand, and Owl City's newest single Dementia blaring from my speakers.
In a few minutes I'll have to drag myself back to the school that I get so terribly distracted from. Ehh, I'll pull through though.
Love,
Plink.
I have a chunk of frozen chocolate in my hand, and Owl City's newest single Dementia blaring from my speakers.
In a few minutes I'll have to drag myself back to the school that I get so terribly distracted from. Ehh, I'll pull through though.
And for now I can enjoy the little things.
Excerpt of
Dementia (feat. Mark Hoppus)
Every light in the night flicker in and out
Every bone in my back shiver up and down
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy
Every voice in my head shouted yes and no
Every freight train of thought fought to stop and go
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy
Big surprise, I'm a ghost keeping out of sight
Rub your eyes, you're a star in a summer night
This is love, this is war, it's insanity
Dementia, you're driving me crazy
Every bone in my back shiver up and down
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy
Every voice in my head shouted yes and no
Every freight train of thought fought to stop and go
Keep the pace just in case all the magic dies
'Cause this is driving me crazy
Big surprise, I'm a ghost keeping out of sight
Rub your eyes, you're a star in a summer night
This is love, this is war, it's insanity
Dementia, you're driving me crazy
Love,
Plink.
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