THERE. DONE.

With my stoopid senior paper, which has been eating my life for a couple months now. This is the outside of the giant envelope the paper went in:
And that's me, celebrating.

I actually finished this a week or two ago, and then didn't post forever because despite what I said in my previous post, I haz no motivationz. Because I fail. Stoopid senior paper sucked all the motivationz right outta me, I think. Along with my soul.

It's my own fault really because I decided to do Beloved by Toni Morrison and One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, both of which are difficult books to comprehend. My themes were magic realism and nonlinear time, because I'm crazy and those were the most challenging things I could think of to compare. Yay. No, actually, I did those two in particular because there are elements of both in each of the novels, but in different forms. The novels, I chose because I'd already read them both this year and had done some work on them already. I definately recycled sources from the OHYoS paper I did at the end of first quarter. My secret. Don't tell anyone.

And since that all boring, I solemnly swear I'll post something interesting soon. I really was planning on posting more Valentines pictures, but all those half-finished drawings in my sketchbook seem bent on staying half-finished. At this point, it's looking like you're going to get either another random Thing of the Day, or a million little doodles that have nothing to do with anything, or that drawing of Ewin I did a while ago for Pippin, or my scholarship art portfolio for St. Olaf. Well, maybe not that, since it's more school stuff, and we've all had quite enough of that after this post, I think. Anyway, I'm babbling. I'll shut up now.

Oh, I arbitrarily watched the first Narnia movie again last night, because my brother was at a sleepover and my parents were having a James Bond mini-marathon and I was feeling productive because I'd gotten a bunch of homework done at school already. So I watched it, just cuz. And I was laughing because all four of the main actors looked so little! They were so young in that first movie, 'specially Skandar Keynes. He was tiny. Crackup. Plus, I was freaking out because I realized that the guy who plays Tumnus was the same guy who played Charles Xavier in X-Men First Class. There may have been some contained squeeing, just a little.

And I then I went downstairs and ended up watching Tomorrow Never Dies with my parents, because my sneaky father coaxed me into it with offers of popcorn. I couldn't refuse. It's funny because every single James Bond movie does its opening credits to some famous person singing a jazzy song with inexplicable dancing ladies who aren't even in the movie and random special effects. I think it's supposed to be provocative, but it just makes us laugh. And then I freaked out because it said in the credits that this particular provocative opening thingy was sung by Sheryl Crow, and I was like "OH MY GOD I'VE MET HER!" Which I'd forgotten about until just then, because I didn't realize it was important at the time. My chamber choir sang for her at the beginning of the year. I don't remember why now. So there, I've met a famous person!

And while we're still talking about movies here, I sort of accidentally saw Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen at my grandparents' house the other day. It was an accident, I swear. Unfortunately, it was three hours of retarded dialogue and giant robots throwing themselves at each other and Megan Fox waving her cleavage around. In other words, a waste of three hours of my life. The only redeeming part of that whole movie was the ancient Decepticon with the beard. He was legitimately funny. Other than that, whatever. I still have no desire to see Dark of the Moon at all.

Off to St Olaf on Thursday for scholarship auditions. Turns out I'm a finalist both for the music and art scholarships, so I have both of those to do. Wish me luck and things.

Blargh. Spanish homework. Later, dudes.

Commander Kip

"There is to be no runnin', no shoutin', no slidin' down the bannisters, and NO! TOUCHIN'! of the 'istorical artifacts!"

Normal is overrated!

Thing of the Day: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

I'm gonna do a new thing. I'm calling it Thing of the Day, and it'll be a post about a cool, interesting, or awesome thing I want to share with you guys. This might be a good motivator to get me to post more, you know. Since I fail so very hard at posting regularly. Anyway, the Thing for today is Dr. Horrible! Because it is forty or so minutes of pure win, and it's got Nathan Fillion in it, AND it's free on the Internet. Watch it!

http://www.whedon.info/If-DrHorrible-com-is-down-watch.html

And then Youtube the accompanying musical, Commentary! All the tracks are there, but no video, which is sad. Apparently there's some cool extras on the DVD, if you buy it, but if you're poor like me, Youtube it. And die laughing. It's basically another full-length musical stuffed with inside jokes, and everybody gets a solo. Even the groupies. And, you know, Joss Whedon. I really want a T-shirt that says "Joss is Boss" on it. Really bad.

If you somehow don't have time to watch the entire thing (lame excuse, its forty freaking minutes, that's not even half the length of a real movie) then just go Youtube the song "My Eyes" in the meantime, because it's totally the best part. I HAD TO DRAW THIS.


AAAAAH, it's so adorable and heartwrenching and stuff. *sporadic flail* And Neil Patrick Harris is so cute. Specially with the massive welding goggles on his head. Maybe I just have a thing for dudes with goggles. I just paused the Youtube video to get this still, by the way, so the quality was rather poor and I'm sure I got some things wrong in the drawing, but whatever, it gets the point across. And Felicia Day has a very difficult face. Her skin is so pale, and yet there's these unexpected shadows all over the friggen place. *mops brow* Whew. Anyway.

But seriously, people. Go watch it. There's so many brilliant lines!

P.S. This should totally count as another Valentine's post, because there's definately some romantic interest between the Doctor and Penny, even if it is pathetically one-sided. *sniffle*

Commander Kip
It's a brand new day/ and the sun is high/ all the angels sing/ THAT YOU'RE GONNA DIE!
Normal is overrated!

Valentine time!

Ahoy, me lovelies, it's... not actually Talk Like a Pirate Day, but whatever. As a staunch supporter of the Pirate/Ninja Alliance, I'm entitled to talk like a pirate whenever I please. Daily, even. But, to business! Happy Singles Awareness Day! Here, have a picture of the District Twelve tributes that sprang into being because I'm so friggen excited for the movie! Those gray training jumpsuits are pretty sweet. Not a very romantic picture, but they are a couple after all, so it totally counts. And by the way, my mommie just finished Mockingjay, so now she's read all three of them. We freaked out together. *SPOILAAAR* Poor Prim. And Finnick, and Boggs, and Peeta. Poor, poor messed-up Peeta. She said that was the worst for her, when he comes back messed up, because he was the only one who really understood everything, you know? Gaah, so horrible. And Finnick, egad. He didn't even get a good death scene like Boggs. Hmph. But we did both agree that Gale, who at first I thought should have died, had to live so that Katniss was truly forced to choose between him and Peeta. Well, whatever, maybe that works better for the subplot or what have you, but I still would rather have Finnick around than Gale. Gale just makes me grumpy, which Finnick never does. Mostly because Gale doesn't "get it" like the rest of them do. He's never been in the Games and he just doesn't get it. Makes me really grumpy.

Side note: my mom said she pictured Peeta as very Aryan and angular, with an almost young-Nazi look and really short hair, while her Gale was fuller-faced with soft features. Whaat? My Gale and Peeta are exactly backwards from hers. Interesting. My reasoning is that Peeta is a baker, so even though his family still doesn't eat well compared to the people in the Capitol, they still probably have more food than anyone in the Seam. As for Gale, he's practically starving. His face would be sharper and bonier and I always picture him looking slightly angry, because he kind of is. So there. Peeta in the drawing is my version of Peeta, not my mommie's. With longer hair. Because I say so.

There's my Hunger Games rant for today. Have I mentioned that I'm SO EXCITED FOR THE MOVIE?!! Even if they ruin it. I just wanna see it so bad.

I have several unfinished couples/romanicky drawings that I'll probably submit over the course of the week, just cuz. And I still gotta do that Dr. Horrible post. But first, senior paper. ACK.

Commander Kip
AAAH-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Ah-HAAAAH-ha-haaaaAAAAH-hahaa. So that's, y'know, coming along.
Normal is overrated!

The Weeping Princess

There was an elfin princess who was unfortunate enough to fall in love with a human boy. Her father, the Lord of the Elves, forbid them to be together; but although she obediently tried to stay away from him, the boy sought her out, disregarding the danger. Over time, she gave in and agreed to meet him once in a while, growing bolder as their courtship went undiscovered. Of course, it was a cruel trap. Eventually, after he accumulated more than enough evidence, her father caught them. The boy, he had killed. His daughter, he confined to the forest palace where she has abided ever since. The Elf Lord made it publically known that any suitor of his daughter's - fey or human - would court her at his own risk, and if he did not approve, they would be likewise put to death. The elfin folk whisper about the Weeping Princess, who wears the symbolic markings of deep mourning on her cheek and spends her time confined to the rose-twined courtyard in the center of the palace. Many brash men have tried to seek her, and all have been slain. The princess knows better than to hope - for them to be spared, or better, for them to forget about her, for she can love none other than the first. She haunts the courtyard in silence, still in anguish over the death of her human boy. This was one of those things that starts out as a random doodle of some random elf chick and turns into *GAWRSP* backstory! So yes, there was really no point to all of that nonsense whatsoever. The people don't even have proper names. Anywhoo.

Real post forthcoming. Probably about Dr. Horrible, which I just recently discovered!! IT IS SO WONDERFUL YOU DON'T EVEN AAAAAAURHG.

Commander Kip
What a crazy random happenstance!
Normal is overrated!