Dreamscape

Let me first say that I rarely remember my dreams, and usually when I do it has a sci-fi related theme. Why I can't dream of attractive men loving me I have no idea, but it is what it is. My latest dream was the coolest one yet so I thought I'd share:

It starts out with me, my sister, our mother, and our father working for a rich family, don't remember what we were doing but I think it was butler/servant-y. Anyway, we lived in a house adjacent to the big house, but it looked like my current garage. In fact most of our stuff was stored in an old van. 

At one point my dad dies. 

Then later while watching the stars I find out my mother is from another planet. So I ask her a few questions about it like, does it look like earth? Yes. Is it older than earth? No. And I don't remember what else. While we're looking at the sky there are skywriters that say weird things. I think one of them is "I love [someone]". But the point is that they cover up some stars and one of them happens to be a super nova that will destroy the earth. 

Despite the cover my mom notices and tells us to pack our things because we need to get off planet. I ask her if maybe the skywriters did it on purpose, but she just says that they would have had to cover the entire earth to do that because someone else will notice. The government does notice and warns everyone on earth, and our only advantage is the fact that our mom is not from here. 

The rich family vacates the house, we're getting ready to leave, and then a couple more people show up (for completely legit reasons that I have no clue what they were now) but one of them is some kind of scientist that will be helpful to have around. So we decide to take them with us. 

We're happy that now we have to take the van (instead of the smaller car we were going to take) because the van holds a lot of memories of our dad. But we need to go back into the main house to get more stuff. Problem is, the family had turned the security system on and instead of just being able to plug the numbers in and shut it off it turns into a long series of clues and actions that we have to figure out in order to turn off. 

We're a little slow in completing the tasks so a police officer shows up (apparently things on earth haven't deteriorated that badly yet if the police are still showing up for this kind of stuff). Anyway, the guy is cool and roots for us to complete the code. I don't know why we didn't just ignore it, grab whatever we needed, and get out of there, but whatever. 

I don't remember everything we had to do, but the last one (the one I awoke without finishing) was super strange. I had to put these tablets in water, and boil it, then over that I had to boil 2 droplets of women's blood and if the blood tested was acidy after boiled then the code would be completed and the system would shut off. I was just about to prick my finger when I woke up.

Suffice it to say that I must have an awesome imagination because how great would this book be?

Dub- Please Stop

It all started with a question: what is dubstep? Cut to 20 minutes and a wikipedia page later and me finding out that it's a much more complicated question than I thought. Dubstep was not the dance movement I assumed it was (I make a lot of assumptions that turn out to be wrong, ask my sister), nor did it originate in America (which is one of the assumptions I make about trendy stuff; I love America, sorry the rest of the world). Dubstep is in fact a music genre. But not just a regular genre, there's like a bah-jillion different kinds and sub-genres that I will not get into because: Wikipedia. And as many versions of it as there are, there are just as many people who have strong opinions on what the "real" thing is.

All this seems silly to me. I mean, who is spending the time cataloguing it? And is anyone's ear actually trained enough to tell the difference? No matter how long you argue with me there is no way I'll be convinced that just by listening you can, with a high percentage of accuracy, place exactly where the version you're hearing is from. On another note, who cares? Music is music, can't we just say we like what we hear without having to categorize it? I'm sick of justifying what I listen to based on the box someone else put it in. If it sounds good to me, I'm going to like it, and probably give someone money for it. The End.

In Which I Get a Bit Ranty

No self respecting woman likes Zooey Deschanel (as a celebrity anyway, if you know her in real life I'm sure she's wonderful). And yes, you could give me all the nonsense about how if you're truly confident in yourself then you wouldn't compare yourself to others. But quite honestly, if you are a heterosexual female in today's world there is no way you don't hate her at least a little bit.

It's cause she's that quirky indie girl that interesting men find so freakin' attractive that they can't stop fawning over her for enough seconds to take notice of how normal and not insane you are. Because trust me, I've known that girl. I lived with that girl, and it is not all funny anecdotes and cute oversized glasses. It quickly turns into crippling social anxiety with a penchant for clingy-ness. And then you feel guilty because you had to cut her out of your life, but it got messy. So you just end up making everything awkward, which is exactly where it started in the first place.

Being weird and making words like "adorkable" popular can be cute on television. However, in real life it doesn't work like that. Because you are weird. You're only entertaining for so long before people start to notice your crazy eyes. No one likes those. Also, even if you had her personality you are almost assuredly not as attractive as she is.

Her existence is just rude. I don't know if this is how people felt about Marilyn Monroe, or some other such popular woman from the past, but if it is then I feel their pain. I guess there's got to be that woman out there (though for what purpose I know not), but it doesn't mean I don't get to dislike them.

I Don't Get It

There are some things I'll just never get. Like stoner movies. I don't find doing drugs funny. And it's not that I'm severely judging them for doing it (as stupid as it is), I just honestly do not find the humor in it. Yeah, maybe the first time I saw someone high on tv I might've thought it was funny how weird they were acting (can't remember cause who knows when that was). But now, if the joke is based entirely on the hilarity of being high, it is genuinely not funny. Maybe it's a trope that has been overused or maybe it's the fact that I have never experienced it myself. Either way, it's just dumb. It seems like a cheap way to get a laugh.

The Social Frontier

Social networking: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the modern human. Their continuing mission: to connect virtually with everyone they know, to discover information about others without their notice. To boldly post just enough pictures and words online so as to be properly represented but not stalked and ridiculed.

Unless you are ancient, like my grandma who “doesn’t do the computer,” it is almost a requirement to belong to some form of social media, because without it you might become lost. There seems to be an infinite amount of social sites but most people in the world have signed up for Facebook, a lot are commenting on Twitter, and united nerds tend to geek out on Tumblr. They aren’t mutually exclusive but whichever portal is your main internet home tells a lot about who you are.

Facebook was made, as reported by The Social Network, to connect college students, and fulfill one man-child’s dream of being the cool guy. But it has transformed into the modern day acropolis. Everyone who wants to be a part of society starts by creating a profile. Unfortunately for those first inhabitants, that means their mothers can now read about all of the minutiae of their previously guarded lives. This effectively has changed what was originally a bustling community of people craving a wider range of worldly adoration into pictures of children and overly sentimental status updates. Going on Facebook is a trip down memory lane, literally looking at the timeline of your friend’s and families’ lives. The best part about having a Facebook these days is the little “f” buttons elsewhere on the web that mean you won’t have to personally plug in your own information to sign up for a different site.

Twitter, on the other hand, is a much simpler program than Facebook, but is harder to become good at. On Twitter, anyone who wants to comment on the world can by telling a story in 140 characters or less. That is its’ basic function. You put the words in and publish. But the goal of Twitter is to become a person that can stand on a soapbox and have people actually care about what you’re saying. This platform is ideal for aspiring comedians and writers. If you want to be known then you have to tell people who you are. But thank goodness the word count is restricted, because if you can’t tell people who you are in a succinct way, no one is going to care. Tweeting can be entertaining and informative, but it can also be a way to let people know just how crazy you are, so be careful. Or you can be one of those specialty Twitters that go on to get a TV deal, which will eventually tank (seriously, are any of them still around?).

And then, there is Tumblr. If Facebook is a family reunion, and Twitter is a party line, then Tumblr is a dark basement plastered with all of your favorite things. Fangirls (and boys) basically run the show here. If you have an interest in obsessing over anything you are greeted with open arms. You have complete control over what you look at, whom you interact with, and how often you emerge. Tumblr is home for creative and nerdy people alike. The amount of pictures, words, videos, or gifs you can look at or publish is endless. If you are interested in a particular band or TV show or even a specific artist or writer you can find it. If you want to share your knowledge, skill, or just your profusion of feelings you are welcome to do so in abundance. And even better, you will be able to find those who are obsessed with exactly the same interest. While Tumblr seems to be a solo sport between you and your computer, the community online is a supportive and excitable group. Follow the blogs you like, spazz over the celebrities you will never be able to meet, and in the interim find your people.

Social networking may be in its’ adolescent stage, it probably hasn’t even reached puberty yet, but its’ purpose boils down to one sentiment: “I just want to be a part of the conversation.” No one likes being left out and so as the world seems to become more and more interconnected it is important to have places for like-minded people to gather. Is a virtual meeting any less meaningful than a “real” one if what is being discussed is important to the people taking part? I certainly don’t know the answer, but that won’t stop me from spending my days hearing only my own laughter echoed off my computer screen.

Some New Creations

Here are some recent things I've done. Sorry for the crappy pictures but they were taken with my phone. Also, you probably won't get the phone cover, so don't worry about it. I just wanted to post it cause it looks awesome. Also, the last one (victorian lady) is another crayon creation.