I'm going to start off by assuming that most people know what Republican Representative Virginia Foxx of North Carolina said on the floor yesterday. If you don't, then go HERE to get a brief idea of what happened.
Having heard this, I am forced to wonder: WHY do people continue to believe BS like this? It's horrendous and stupefying!
EDIT: When I'm not so upset by this, I'll try to post more.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
My Brilliant Idea
Ok, many people know that I'm a hardcore Kenyon Minion.
And for those of you who don't know what that means, I'll explain. A Kenyon Minion is a fan of the incredible Sherrilyn Kenyon, author of many series including the Dark-Hunter® Series, which is a preternatural series that deals with vampires, gods and goddesses, were-creatures, and all sorts of other stuff - I'd say more, but I'd give so much detail that you might just go insane! LOL
Anyways, I have a brilliant idea! As such a hardcore Minion, I am one of many who want a tv show or movies about my favorite characters, especially in this time, when vampires are so popular - See the awesome True Blood, the defunct Moonlight, and the highly overrated Twilight (random rant: Twilight is horrible and badly written! Get better stuff to read! Bella is a lame lead! The vampires in the series are even lamer!) end of random rant). As I was saying, it's time for the Dark-Hunters to get their own series, especially since the Anita Blake series is getting one now too.
So, my brilliant idea:
MINIONS, it's time to CAMPAIGN FOR A DARK-HUNTER SHOW! We have to show the industry what we want! My idea is to start a letter writing/email/etc. campaign to Seed Productions, which is owned by Hugh Jackman, Deborra-lee Furness, and John Palermo. As their last show failed miserably, what better way for them to get over it by producing a tv show with a pretty much guaranteed audience? Plus, in that set of three, we know that there's some serious talent! Hugh is, as I'm sure we all know, one of very few legitimate triple threats in the current entertainment industry. (Triple threat = singer, dancer, actor.) However, most people (read: Americans) don't know about his amazing wife, Deborra-lee Furness. She is another incredible actor, but she has also directed before (Deb wrote and directed a short film called Standing Room Only, which is available on DVD).
Now, knowing that the Dark-Hunter series is written by a woman, I think the best idea is to have a woman direct the show. I think a Minion campaign to get a Dark-Hunter show HAS to have it written into the movement that a woman direct the series, since it is my firm belief that a woman will be able to better grasp some of the more subtle nuances of the series. It is also my firm belief that Deborra-lee Furness is just the woman for the job.
Something needs to be done for the fans of Dark-Hunters! We, as much as any other group out there, DESERVE our brave heros like Acheron, Savitar, Zarek, Kyrian, Valerius, Vane, etc brought to life on the "small" screen. However, to get what we want, we have to reach for the dream first, by actively searching for a way to accomplish it.
Please join me if you want a Dark-Hunter tv series as much as I do!
And for those of you who don't know what that means, I'll explain. A Kenyon Minion is a fan of the incredible Sherrilyn Kenyon, author of many series including the Dark-Hunter® Series, which is a preternatural series that deals with vampires, gods and goddesses, were-creatures, and all sorts of other stuff - I'd say more, but I'd give so much detail that you might just go insane! LOL
Anyways, I have a brilliant idea! As such a hardcore Minion, I am one of many who want a tv show or movies about my favorite characters, especially in this time, when vampires are so popular - See the awesome True Blood, the defunct Moonlight, and the highly overrated Twilight (random rant: Twilight is horrible and badly written! Get better stuff to read! Bella is a lame lead! The vampires in the series are even lamer!) end of random rant). As I was saying, it's time for the Dark-Hunters to get their own series, especially since the Anita Blake series is getting one now too.
So, my brilliant idea:
MINIONS, it's time to CAMPAIGN FOR A DARK-HUNTER SHOW! We have to show the industry what we want! My idea is to start a letter writing/email/etc. campaign to Seed Productions, which is owned by Hugh Jackman, Deborra-lee Furness, and John Palermo. As their last show failed miserably, what better way for them to get over it by producing a tv show with a pretty much guaranteed audience? Plus, in that set of three, we know that there's some serious talent! Hugh is, as I'm sure we all know, one of very few legitimate triple threats in the current entertainment industry. (Triple threat = singer, dancer, actor.) However, most people (read: Americans) don't know about his amazing wife, Deborra-lee Furness. She is another incredible actor, but she has also directed before (Deb wrote and directed a short film called Standing Room Only, which is available on DVD).
Now, knowing that the Dark-Hunter series is written by a woman, I think the best idea is to have a woman direct the show. I think a Minion campaign to get a Dark-Hunter show HAS to have it written into the movement that a woman direct the series, since it is my firm belief that a woman will be able to better grasp some of the more subtle nuances of the series. It is also my firm belief that Deborra-lee Furness is just the woman for the job.
Something needs to be done for the fans of Dark-Hunters! We, as much as any other group out there, DESERVE our brave heros like Acheron, Savitar, Zarek, Kyrian, Valerius, Vane, etc brought to life on the "small" screen. However, to get what we want, we have to reach for the dream first, by actively searching for a way to accomplish it.
Please join me if you want a Dark-Hunter tv series as much as I do!
Weird Dream...
I had the weirdest dream earlier this morning... And I know it was morning because I was awake from 4am to approximately 5am. Then I got another hour and a half of sleep. My dream took place at that point in time...
In this dream, I was somehow in the White House under the current administration. I got down to an area that was outside, and hosted children's toys (like one of those plastic playhouses) in a fenced off area, and a couple of benches to sit on. I sat down, and was enjoying the peace when Sasha Obama came outside. We had a small conversation, and at the end of it, I requested a hug (I really like hugs and I think they're very therapeutic), which Sasha gave me. As she skipped back inside, two secret service agents came out. One was a very tall man, with a sort of shaggy haircut (and very dark hair), and the other a slender blonde woman of average height. They asked me questions about my future career and plans, and I remember responding about how I dreamed of being a professional writer, and that's all I've ever really wanted. As more and more questions were directed my way, all I remember is answering each honestly, and really trying hard to impress the man and woman interviewing me.
As the questions wrapped up the two agents sat down on the bench I was still sitting on (one on each side of me), and another woman (this one a brunette with bronze highlights) came out and asked more questions, but these sounded like they were for an interview! I'm not sure what the position was, but I recall her having a clipboard in her hands, writing comments about what I said, and flipping the pages of what looked like a resume.
Then, I noticed the dogs. There were two dogs, a large golden retriever or golden lab, and a VERY large mutt (after waking up, I honestly thought it was a demon dog). The golden retriever liked me instantly, and licked my hand several times as I petted his head. The other dog, however, was pretty evil. That dog growled at me and had to be restrained. I remember that I stood up as the dogs came near me, and I closed my eyes as the mutt growled at me. I felt no fear, but even as his razor sharp teeth dug into the first layer of my skin (he'd caught the top knuckle of my middle finger of my right hand, but only the top side, so my finger was not in his mouth), I stood still, eyes closed, and gently petted the top of his head.
I was still being interviewed as I dealt with the dogs, and while answering a question about how much I liked dealing with children, my alarm clock went off and I woke up.
Weirder still, I was sleeping on my side, which is something I never do, and I had the pillow I sleep with settled behind me as though it were another person in the bed. I swear I could feel very warm arms wrapped around me!
How odd is that dream and the aftermath?
In this dream, I was somehow in the White House under the current administration. I got down to an area that was outside, and hosted children's toys (like one of those plastic playhouses) in a fenced off area, and a couple of benches to sit on. I sat down, and was enjoying the peace when Sasha Obama came outside. We had a small conversation, and at the end of it, I requested a hug (I really like hugs and I think they're very therapeutic), which Sasha gave me. As she skipped back inside, two secret service agents came out. One was a very tall man, with a sort of shaggy haircut (and very dark hair), and the other a slender blonde woman of average height. They asked me questions about my future career and plans, and I remember responding about how I dreamed of being a professional writer, and that's all I've ever really wanted. As more and more questions were directed my way, all I remember is answering each honestly, and really trying hard to impress the man and woman interviewing me.
As the questions wrapped up the two agents sat down on the bench I was still sitting on (one on each side of me), and another woman (this one a brunette with bronze highlights) came out and asked more questions, but these sounded like they were for an interview! I'm not sure what the position was, but I recall her having a clipboard in her hands, writing comments about what I said, and flipping the pages of what looked like a resume.
Then, I noticed the dogs. There were two dogs, a large golden retriever or golden lab, and a VERY large mutt (after waking up, I honestly thought it was a demon dog). The golden retriever liked me instantly, and licked my hand several times as I petted his head. The other dog, however, was pretty evil. That dog growled at me and had to be restrained. I remember that I stood up as the dogs came near me, and I closed my eyes as the mutt growled at me. I felt no fear, but even as his razor sharp teeth dug into the first layer of my skin (he'd caught the top knuckle of my middle finger of my right hand, but only the top side, so my finger was not in his mouth), I stood still, eyes closed, and gently petted the top of his head.
I was still being interviewed as I dealt with the dogs, and while answering a question about how much I liked dealing with children, my alarm clock went off and I woke up.
Weirder still, I was sleeping on my side, which is something I never do, and I had the pillow I sleep with settled behind me as though it were another person in the bed. I swear I could feel very warm arms wrapped around me!
How odd is that dream and the aftermath?
Monday, April 20, 2009
Damn! When I'm Depressed, I'm Seriously Depressed!
Ok, first things first: I DO NOT currently feel at all like the post below. I just found this on my computer, and realized that I basically wrote two different things about the same incident, which is a few posts below this one - YES, the one about my being depressed over Hugh Jackman... The one called Realizations.
I was REALLY upset, and probably part of it was because I was punchy. I typed up a rough draft, then saved and ignored it. The below text is what I originally wrote about that incident.
Also, please note that this is out of date, as tomorrow HJ will be in Los Angeles, getting his star on the Walk of Fame (it's open to the public, and I can't even freakin' go - Damned school!) He hasn't been in Australia for quite a while now.
Again: DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! I'M FINE! I'M HAPPY! THIS IS OLD!
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I think I have sufficiently broken down enough to write something.
Realization's a bitch. Yes, a large cliché, but still the truth. When I woke up yesterday, I was still the same shallow dreamer as pretty much every other person on the planet. I still dreamed of meeting my celebrity idols, and having them respect me as much as I respect and admire them.
I was wrong. Simple as that. No celebrity gives a fuck, especially since they have their own lives to lead, regardless of how many fans they have or how much success those fans bring them.
I think I really realized this when I was on Twitter earlier. Hugh Jackman is my favorite actor, and I check his Twitter several times a day. The latest thing he posted was a picture of himself and a fan who had created his own set of Wolverine claws. I know that he's currently in Australia, promoting the hell out of Wolverine, but somehow, just looking at that picture, I realized that the fantasy was broken.
I knew as I tormented myself by staring for long minutes at that picture that I would NEVER be that fan, smiling and happy in the picture with a celebrity that I idolize. I'm just one of the millions, deceiving myself into believing that I COULD be that person. Doesn't mean it's ever gonna happen, but that's exactly what delusions are.
I think many of my favorite book characters have it right: Life's a bitch and then you die.
I was REALLY upset, and probably part of it was because I was punchy. I typed up a rough draft, then saved and ignored it. The below text is what I originally wrote about that incident.
Also, please note that this is out of date, as tomorrow HJ will be in Los Angeles, getting his star on the Walk of Fame (it's open to the public, and I can't even freakin' go - Damned school!) He hasn't been in Australia for quite a while now.
Again: DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! I'M FINE! I'M HAPPY! THIS IS OLD!
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I think I have sufficiently broken down enough to write something.
Realization's a bitch. Yes, a large cliché, but still the truth. When I woke up yesterday, I was still the same shallow dreamer as pretty much every other person on the planet. I still dreamed of meeting my celebrity idols, and having them respect me as much as I respect and admire them.
I was wrong. Simple as that. No celebrity gives a fuck, especially since they have their own lives to lead, regardless of how many fans they have or how much success those fans bring them.
I think I really realized this when I was on Twitter earlier. Hugh Jackman is my favorite actor, and I check his Twitter several times a day. The latest thing he posted was a picture of himself and a fan who had created his own set of Wolverine claws. I know that he's currently in Australia, promoting the hell out of Wolverine, but somehow, just looking at that picture, I realized that the fantasy was broken.
I knew as I tormented myself by staring for long minutes at that picture that I would NEVER be that fan, smiling and happy in the picture with a celebrity that I idolize. I'm just one of the millions, deceiving myself into believing that I COULD be that person. Doesn't mean it's ever gonna happen, but that's exactly what delusions are.
I think many of my favorite book characters have it right: Life's a bitch and then you die.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Evidence that I'm a Serious Kenyon Minion...
Ok, I'm a college student. I just want to make sure you understand that before you read this...
Well, one of my classes is History of the Middle East. Now, I LOVE this class. It deals with ancient cultures that I care about, and love studying. So what happened earlier today is more than slightly embarrassing and funny to me...
Basically, we were discussing the Ancient Persians and the Ancient Greeks fighting over land in class today. Somehow, we got slightly off topic, and began discussion various Greek city-states, like Sparta and Macedonia and Thrace. Well, I was not entirely paying attention (I was actually on the Dark-Hunter BBS©), and I spoke out of context as we discussed the city states. What did I say? Well, I asked about Julian and Prince Kyrian, respectively from Sparta and Thrace. Now, I instantly realized my blunder, as my teacher (who actually looks like he could be a Greek demi-god) looked at me and said in a very dry, and rather sarcastic tone, "I don't have a clue who you're talking about, maybe you'd like to inform the class about these people you've mentioned?"
Well, I blushed and sank down in my seat, before glaring at my computer screen and trying to forget that I was screwing around instead of paying attention... And you'd think the story ended here...
Not 15 minutes after the first disruption I caused in class, we were beginning to talk about how next week, we move on to Alexander the Great, and his building of his army. THIS time, I muttered (and I swear it was under my breath), "Acheron should be mentioned too!"
Well, I sit in the front of the room. The teacher heard me again... Only he knew who Acheron was (I've discussed Sherri's books with him before), and this time, he looked at me and practically growled, "Your obsession with Acheron and his friends MAY help you study for this class, but that still doesn't mean they're real!"
And, to make it worse, I heard snickers from the back of the classroom. I assumed from how they sounded that someone else knew EXACTLY what I was talking about...
Now why couldn't THEY have been the one to do all this? I just made myself the laughingstock of my favorite class!
I hope everyone forgets by Monday!
Well, one of my classes is History of the Middle East. Now, I LOVE this class. It deals with ancient cultures that I care about, and love studying. So what happened earlier today is more than slightly embarrassing and funny to me...
Basically, we were discussing the Ancient Persians and the Ancient Greeks fighting over land in class today. Somehow, we got slightly off topic, and began discussion various Greek city-states, like Sparta and Macedonia and Thrace. Well, I was not entirely paying attention (I was actually on the Dark-Hunter BBS©), and I spoke out of context as we discussed the city states. What did I say? Well, I asked about Julian and Prince Kyrian, respectively from Sparta and Thrace. Now, I instantly realized my blunder, as my teacher (who actually looks like he could be a Greek demi-god) looked at me and said in a very dry, and rather sarcastic tone, "I don't have a clue who you're talking about, maybe you'd like to inform the class about these people you've mentioned?"
Well, I blushed and sank down in my seat, before glaring at my computer screen and trying to forget that I was screwing around instead of paying attention... And you'd think the story ended here...
Not 15 minutes after the first disruption I caused in class, we were beginning to talk about how next week, we move on to Alexander the Great, and his building of his army. THIS time, I muttered (and I swear it was under my breath), "Acheron should be mentioned too!"
Well, I sit in the front of the room. The teacher heard me again... Only he knew who Acheron was (I've discussed Sherri's books with him before), and this time, he looked at me and practically growled, "Your obsession with Acheron and his friends MAY help you study for this class, but that still doesn't mean they're real!"
And, to make it worse, I heard snickers from the back of the classroom. I assumed from how they sounded that someone else knew EXACTLY what I was talking about...
Now why couldn't THEY have been the one to do all this? I just made myself the laughingstock of my favorite class!
I hope everyone forgets by Monday!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Well, I think I'm Actually A Little Embarrassed Now...
I have several groups that I follow on Yahoo. One of the members of a fanfiction group posted a link to something that happened on an Aussie radio show... So I sat back and listened...
OMG, I'm sooo... There aren't words enough to say what I feel! I guess the two closest words to what I feel are excited and embarrassed... If MY dad talked to me like that, I'd have probably run out of the room...
Well, I'll just say now... Just click HERE to listen for yourself...
OMG, I'm sooo... There aren't words enough to say what I feel! I guess the two closest words to what I feel are excited and embarrassed... If MY dad talked to me like that, I'd have probably run out of the room...
Well, I'll just say now... Just click HERE to listen for yourself...
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Realizations
What does it mean when you look at a picture of something, and you feel your inner being clench with pain at the realization that the picture is something that can never happen to you?
Yes, it's very late right now, but I'm reclining in my bed, completely on the verge of tears because of this picture.
I looked at this, which I got from a link from Hugh Jackman's twitter, and I completely realized that my dreams and aspirations for meeting him and his wife are for naught. When am I ever going to have a chance to sit with someone of their fame, and get to ask the questions I dream of asking them? I think I've finally realized that that will never happen.
And it hurts. It hurts like hell. I may know many people in the industry, and I may even hang with them and their friends on occasion, but I'm never going to be one of them. I'm always going to be one of the many; the fans who use celebrities and the illusion that surrounds them to live out their lives in daydreams.
I thought I was stronger than that. I thought I was smarter.
I'm not.
Yes, it's very late right now, but I'm reclining in my bed, completely on the verge of tears because of this picture.
I looked at this, which I got from a link from Hugh Jackman's twitter, and I completely realized that my dreams and aspirations for meeting him and his wife are for naught. When am I ever going to have a chance to sit with someone of their fame, and get to ask the questions I dream of asking them? I think I've finally realized that that will never happen.
And it hurts. It hurts like hell. I may know many people in the industry, and I may even hang with them and their friends on occasion, but I'm never going to be one of them. I'm always going to be one of the many; the fans who use celebrities and the illusion that surrounds them to live out their lives in daydreams.
I thought I was stronger than that. I thought I was smarter.
I'm not.
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