Monday, March 26, 2012

If I Could Rip Through the Internet and Eat Their Faces, I Would.

Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook might have already seen this and are tired of me harping on it, but I will NOT stop until I'm no longer viciously furious.

My friend Maren, a 14-year-old girl, posted a picture of herself to the "Most Beautiful Teen" contest. Now, Maren has always had body issues (and what girl hasn't?), and this took a lot of courage on her part. She's just started to grow into herself, and come to realize that while she'll never be a model, she's still beautiful inside and out.

Two disgusting examples of human fecal matter decided that tearing her down sounded like just their idea of a fun time. The first one, a girl, insulted Maren. When we defended her, she left after trying to prove how much better she was and failing. The second one, a boy, also insulted Maren. He didn't have the sense to abandon his stance, and got mightily chewed out.

What did they say, you ask? They called her ugly, and fat, and the rest of us stupid and blind to think that she was beautiful.

Now. Usually I ignore this sort of thing. People who act like this are never going to feel like they're in the wrong, no matter how well you argue or how many of you stand against them. However, because I've been a role model to Maren, I felt like I should say something. Besides, their atrocious behaviour honestly astounded me - that they felt they could act thusly is shameful. My mother would never tolerate such behaviour, and nor would the rest of my family and friends.

So I got involved. I called the two of them degenerate reprobates that ought to be ashamed of themselves. I told them that I pitied them for feeling the need to degrade someone they didn't even know. I said many things I probably should not have. Alas, when I'm royally pissed off, I tend to do that. My main goal is to say such awful things in the smartest, most condescending way possible that the other person feels like absolute shit and cries. I've done it before, and I don't pretend that I won't do it again.

But then I stopped and thought about the type of person I was raised to be. My mother would want me to defend my friend, but she'd also want me to take the Christian approach and not say something hateful. So I apologized for the negative things I'd said, and told the haters that I would pray for them and others like them. My hubris took a hit, but it's flourishing once more because it knows that the high road is an even better place to lord from.

If anyone who's reading this is a hateful, awful person like that, shame on you.

If anyone who's reading this is a hateful, awful person like that, I hope you learn to love yourself, and that you stop hurting so much that you feel you have no alternative but to hurt others.

I know that this post wasn't funny and that I'm sounding preachy, but I don't particularly care. If one cruel and malicious person reads this and thinks twice before ripping another person's self-esteem to shreds, then I'd feel just excellent.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


I know you're all terribly excited to see this. I know I would be.

Note how adorable and cute I am.

Sorry for rambling so much. It's habit.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Why I Can't be Alone on Sunday Nights

I'm suddenly getting more pageviews than ever, which makes me ridiculously happy. People are reading! And rereading! And checking for new content!

But that's not the point of this post.

The point is... I should never be allowed to watch The Walking Dead alone, at night, without a weapon of some kind.

Last night was the season finale, and if you haven't seen it yet, 1) you're dumb, 2) you should, and 3) don't read the rest of this post until I say so. Which you won't know when I do because you won't be reading. Right? Right.

So, the zombies found the farm last night. And within the first minute, I had my war hammer (aka the escape hammer my grandparents got me for Christmas that's supposed to be in my car for protection from death) clutched to my chest along with Demon, my black dog stuffie. I also yelled at the television a lot, mostly because Carl is stupid and Rick likes to get sentimental at all the wrong times.

Anyway. The episode was amazing, and disagree if you like. You're wrong if you do. Zombies got smashed, humans got eaten, and characters that I didn't really know/care about died. Now, only the people I actually know the names of are alive, which is useful for talking to people next season.

My two favourite characters (Daryl and Andrea) are still alive, although Andrea nearly died at the end there. From talking to friends who read the comics, the totally badass chick with the cloak and zombie pets is named Michonne. Now that's who I'd want to be in the real zombie apocalypse, but I know that I'm definitely more of an Andrea. (Although why she ran through the forest and didn't think to climb a sturdy tree is beyond me. Even a horde of zombies can't knock a firmly rooted tree down, so she'd have been fine. But hey, she got to meet Michonne.)

Now, as to the reason I freaked out so badly: the show is far too realistic. Scary things don't usually frighten me. When I watch a scary movie, I laugh. The plot is usually far too ridiculous and implausible for me to be frightened, because whatever is happening just isn't possible. It's the same with horror novels. To frighten me, everything has to be as close to real as possible. And these zombies ARE.

The way they come into existence, the way they act, the way the people react... all of it fits into reality so seamlessly that if I'm not talking to someone while I'm watching the show, I start thinking that the apocalypse has happened and I'm going to have to get the fuck out of my house before I die. Others who watch and are into it understand. Those who don't think the rest of us are crazy.

I'm not crazy. I just like to be prepared. This is why I'm about to invest in learning how to shoot. And sword lessons, so I can use a katana. My war hammer will be a last resort, but by-golly I will have it! Oh, and I'm going to teach Mercutio (once I get him, of course) how to bite through skulls. His attack command will be "jaga". It's the word for "guard" in the Beka Cooper series for the scent hound, Achoo. Try to get at me now, zombies.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Let's Creep on the New Follower!


That's her name. The new follower. Or it's at least her name for the ABNA thing. She's participating too, and her book is "Sydney's Song". From the little tidbit I read (thanks to Colleen and her screaming), it looks pretty damn good. Here's hoping we both make it to the next round and get to read each other's excerpts!

In other news, I'm going to the doctor later. Well, not THE doctor. A doctor. He's my parents' physician, and when he found out that I've been having knee trouble, he told them that I could come visit him after work and he'll figure out what's wrong and how to fix it. I'm so excited!

So, it's only six days until the *potential* release of the reviews for our novels on ABNA. No one's sure if it's going to happen or not, as previously the reviews were released AFTER they found out about the next round. I hope it does, because it gives me something to look forward to after working at what I'm sure will be the worst day of work ever. Of course, if they're bad, it'll just make the day worse, but hey. That's what cake is for, right? To cheer me up?

However, it's been pointed out that just because you get a good review doesn't mean you make it to the next round. After all, the judges are doing a points-system (I'm in Slytherin, so I SHOULD be fine, but only if those damn Gryffindors don't knock me out with their pity points). I could get excellent reviews, but score lower than another book that also got excellent reviews. It's all very stressful.

Oh, so my mother is looking for some movies that we can show my cousins' kids. She got these "meaningful family movies" things, and they look absolutely ridiculous. They all have specific lessons for the kids to learn, and discussion questions. I can't WAIT to see her try to make us watch these.

Well, that's about all I've got. I just got really excited to see that we have a new friend, so I thought I'd celebrate the addition. Yay for friends!

About those movies: on the inside packet thingy, it says "Purchase from us = More meaningful family movies. Purchase from Netflix, Walmart, Amazon = Money into the Hollywood Machine." Oh mylanta I can't stop laughing.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Anyone Want to Teach me How to Shoot a Gun?

Well, it's Spring Break. Lo and behold, I have a cold. A COLD. So I'm sniffling, sneezing, and all around miserable. Let's hope it goes away by... tomorrow. Or maybe tonight.

As I can't go out and do anything I had planned for today, I'm sitting at home with Flounder in my lap and printing out all 209 pages of my novel. That's a lot, in case you didn't know. Why am I wasting so much paper and ink, you ask? Because seeing it on paper and not on a screen makes editing SO much easier. True, going in and changing it after doing it all on paper is a bit more work, but the editing itself is easier.

There really isn't much else to say. I'm irritable because I'm sick, editing is a bitch, and I really want to stop oozing snot.

Now that you've got THAT image stuck in your head for the next day or so...

I'm starting to get a tad paranoid about the zombie apocalypse. After watching The Walking Dead yesterday (and what a show THAT is!), I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about what I'd do if I suddenly heard zombies scratching at my window.

It's funny, because scary movies don't bother me (they usually amuse me to no end with how ridiculous they are). Most things that claim to be frightening just amuse me. But The Walking Dead does such a good job of making things realistic that I can't help but get freaked out about zombies.

Pretty much, I've decided that I need to invest in a good, strong sword. And shooting lessons.