Did you miss me? I missed you, though not in an aching, insistent "why am I not telling my three readers what I'm doing with my life?!?!!" sort of way. Rather, it would float in from the back of my head where the things I forget about like to dwell. "Hey haven't done that in awhile" I'd think to myself, then continue on with my day.
Have you changed, three readers? I think I have, but then again maybe I haven't. From the outset many things seem the same. I still eat, sleep, work and daydream. I still learn new things, though in this case it's karate instead of college classes. I still wish I exercised more, even when I was exercising an hour a day six days a week. I still draw, sing, and joke my way through daily life. But I think, having graduated, things that seemed desperately important at the time no longer do. I think I'm learning to accept life and the people in my world as they are and not as I wish they were. Though I worry about complacency. If I don't pick a direction I might just stay in one spot forever and that isn't exactly optimal. But I have friends, so that's something.
I haven't been writing too much in all honesty. Well, I've been writing down my dreams, when they happen, and writing down ideas for comics. But the poetry, and stories, and snippets of characterization and dialogue that used to fill up my overly-pretentious moleskin notebook? those have sadly dwindled to a halt.
I'm almost halfway to my black-belt, which is cool! I only need to learn sword-fighting and stunt-driving and then I swear I'm gonna move to California and fulfill my life-long goal of being a stunt double. Or maybe not, you know how I am.
Hope You're Well!
Cynthia
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, September 7, 2009
In case you needed more proof of my craziness.
I don't know about the rest of the world, but i tend to have rather bizarre dreams. They seem to come in cycles. I won't dream at all for months and then all of a sudden for nights in a row i will have epic dreams that seem like Stan Lee and George Lucas got together and dropped acid. This is what i dreamt last night:
I lived in a world that mostly mirrored our own. I went to classes, i went to work (at a toy store, not a the restaurant i currently work at, but whatever). Each person I knew in my dream was reminiscent of someone i know in real life but with just one or two traits that were off.
The only difference was that everyone had a power. Mine was reading minds. Erin could create endless duplicates of herself or anyone else that would move around, talk and generally just be really good faux targets when we were playing dodgeball.
One small bratty child had the power to make inanimate objects come to life. and that kid just had to make some trouble.
You see, small child wanted a toy (i'm not sure what kind) but his mother refused to buy it. As I turned the corner with my little price tag gun i see the kid yelling. All of a sudden his entire body glows and a pulse goes out of him. Then i hear screams. Three rows over a giant T-rex made entirely of legos is stomping all over the place as people scream, scatter, and cower in terror.
As the pulse continues across the land, for miles this starts happening all over the place. Some of the monsters are smaller ( one is just a mean little lawn gnome looking thing that pops out of the bushes and scratches the hell out of us). Others, depending on the amount of legos, were gigantic. One actually looked like optimus prime, though i doubt optimus would approve of picking up a bus and chucking it across the highway so it bounces like an oddly shaped superball.
The only way to stop someone else from using their power was to find one of a very few bonsai trees. Unlike regular bonsai trees these trees were magical and the energy in one branch, if willingly given, could give the wielder the power to stop someone else's powers from working. Unfortunately said trees couldn't exactly be picked up in the garden section at wallmart and often masqueraded as people, so finding one wasn't the easiest of tasks.
Our first task was to find a monastery where we could get someone to tell us more about these mysterious plants. However, in addition to fighting the lego monsters where ever they were, we had two more problems. The first problem was fighting off the opportunists, the people who thrived in the anarchy that a world in chaos provided them with and were not keen on us setting the world in order. They popped up in every city we ventured to, trying to foil our plans.
when we got to the marshlands we had to deal with the bug. Upon biting you you would be temporarily unable to use your powers. Furthermore, if it bit another person shortly thereafter that person would discover, upon recovery to have gained your powers in addition to their own. It would actually be really cool if it wasn't excruciatingly painful. In the end i learned how to duplicate myself and others and also gained telekinesis. However, I quickly learned that just because you had a power didn't mean you could use it affectively. When i duplicated my self the copies just stood there like zombies, making it painfully easy to pick out the real me. Furthermore, when i tried to levitate a chair it merely hovered feebly before clattering to the ground.
Anyway... after navigating our way through the now apocalyptic cities and towns, trudging through the forest and then the marshlands we finally gained our instructions from the monks. What followed was more trudging through forests, and the eventual climbing of a sacred mountain. The tree was not by the sacred pool. bummer.
So we gave up, and started back down the mountain to go home. on our way back we found a bunch of looters pillaging a pristine, though simple cabin on the edge of the forest. Inside, there were two children in white cowering in the corner while one of the men doused the entire place in gasoline. My ability made it easy to predict punches before they were thrown, while one friend summoned a few duplicates to aid her in her fight, and a second friend just levitated one jerk and threw him out the window. We kicked butt.
When we helped the children up they held their hands out to us, palms facing upward and their eyes started glowing. They produced two sticks. when grasped, one glowed a pale purple and the other a bluish-green. we had what we had been looking for.
I woke up at this point. But I can only assume I went back, smacked that bratty kid in the face with the treebranch, and turned all the legos back into plain old toys. And then frolicked around the globe solving the world's woes wherever i went. Or maybe i turned into the villain since i was now only one of two people with the all-powerful stick thingy.
I lived in a world that mostly mirrored our own. I went to classes, i went to work (at a toy store, not a the restaurant i currently work at, but whatever). Each person I knew in my dream was reminiscent of someone i know in real life but with just one or two traits that were off.
The only difference was that everyone had a power. Mine was reading minds. Erin could create endless duplicates of herself or anyone else that would move around, talk and generally just be really good faux targets when we were playing dodgeball.
One small bratty child had the power to make inanimate objects come to life. and that kid just had to make some trouble.
You see, small child wanted a toy (i'm not sure what kind) but his mother refused to buy it. As I turned the corner with my little price tag gun i see the kid yelling. All of a sudden his entire body glows and a pulse goes out of him. Then i hear screams. Three rows over a giant T-rex made entirely of legos is stomping all over the place as people scream, scatter, and cower in terror.
As the pulse continues across the land, for miles this starts happening all over the place. Some of the monsters are smaller ( one is just a mean little lawn gnome looking thing that pops out of the bushes and scratches the hell out of us). Others, depending on the amount of legos, were gigantic. One actually looked like optimus prime, though i doubt optimus would approve of picking up a bus and chucking it across the highway so it bounces like an oddly shaped superball.
The only way to stop someone else from using their power was to find one of a very few bonsai trees. Unlike regular bonsai trees these trees were magical and the energy in one branch, if willingly given, could give the wielder the power to stop someone else's powers from working. Unfortunately said trees couldn't exactly be picked up in the garden section at wallmart and often masqueraded as people, so finding one wasn't the easiest of tasks.
Our first task was to find a monastery where we could get someone to tell us more about these mysterious plants. However, in addition to fighting the lego monsters where ever they were, we had two more problems. The first problem was fighting off the opportunists, the people who thrived in the anarchy that a world in chaos provided them with and were not keen on us setting the world in order. They popped up in every city we ventured to, trying to foil our plans.
when we got to the marshlands we had to deal with the bug. Upon biting you you would be temporarily unable to use your powers. Furthermore, if it bit another person shortly thereafter that person would discover, upon recovery to have gained your powers in addition to their own. It would actually be really cool if it wasn't excruciatingly painful. In the end i learned how to duplicate myself and others and also gained telekinesis. However, I quickly learned that just because you had a power didn't mean you could use it affectively. When i duplicated my self the copies just stood there like zombies, making it painfully easy to pick out the real me. Furthermore, when i tried to levitate a chair it merely hovered feebly before clattering to the ground.
Anyway... after navigating our way through the now apocalyptic cities and towns, trudging through the forest and then the marshlands we finally gained our instructions from the monks. What followed was more trudging through forests, and the eventual climbing of a sacred mountain. The tree was not by the sacred pool. bummer.
So we gave up, and started back down the mountain to go home. on our way back we found a bunch of looters pillaging a pristine, though simple cabin on the edge of the forest. Inside, there were two children in white cowering in the corner while one of the men doused the entire place in gasoline. My ability made it easy to predict punches before they were thrown, while one friend summoned a few duplicates to aid her in her fight, and a second friend just levitated one jerk and threw him out the window. We kicked butt.
When we helped the children up they held their hands out to us, palms facing upward and their eyes started glowing. They produced two sticks. when grasped, one glowed a pale purple and the other a bluish-green. we had what we had been looking for.
I woke up at this point. But I can only assume I went back, smacked that bratty kid in the face with the treebranch, and turned all the legos back into plain old toys. And then frolicked around the globe solving the world's woes wherever i went. Or maybe i turned into the villain since i was now only one of two people with the all-powerful stick thingy.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Fool me once.
There was a time when I thought that con-men only existed in old movies.
Then a few years ago I was conned.
There I was, walking along in the springfield mall (don't worry, the grifters have moved on) When some kid, slightly older than I, and quite adorable came up to me with a clipboard and started talking. He talked alot, threw in a number of compliments to my looks and character. He told me that he was participating in a DJ contest and that in order to win he needed to get votes. How could one vote for him? by signing up for these "totally legitimate" magazine subscriptions, of course! He was very charming and there were a number of competitors in the mall at the time, so i believed him, of course. He told me all about how the company he was working for was backed by the better business bureau and how if he won he'd get to be a dj on some show or another. The paper i filled out seemed very official.
It was, of course, a lie.
In reality, some twenty-two year old fast talker made thirty bucks and a very naive nineteen year old learned a valuable lesson.
A few weeks later i told someone the story and they informed me that i was never getting said magazine. They were correct. I'm pretty sure this once happened to my mom as well, since she told me a very similar story and that magazine also somehow never made it to my door.
So today when two good-looking, friendly, and very talkative girls knocked on my door, I was a bit more guarded about the whole thing. They gave me, almost word for word, the same spiel i heard two years prior at my hometown mall. When I told them I had been scammed before, they told me they were backed by the better business bureau. I didn't tell them that Mr. DJ had said those exact words as well. After dragging it out for a few minutes I politely declined their offer.
Then I called the cops. They were gone already, but at least this time without my money.
Magazine scams, perpetrated most famously by the Universal Subscription Agency, are a very lucrative business. But not for those kids who knock on your door. Those kids are trained to remain almost eerily up-beat at all times, and to talk their way out of any situation. They are brainwashed into not asking where the money they make is going or whether the customers get what they pay for. They work 10 or more hours a day and are often given less than $15 in food money. Many are runaways. All are lured in with the promise of money and the ability to travel. But somehow, most likely because of the fines that managers place upon them, these kids never actually get their money.
So I guess the point of this post is that con-men still exist. And don't ever buy things from door to door salesmen. It is really easy to photoshop official looking documents if you are only showing them to people who don't know what to look for in official documents. And anyone can say that their company is legit.
Or, in the words of mad-eye moody:
Constant Vigilance!
Then a few years ago I was conned.
There I was, walking along in the springfield mall (don't worry, the grifters have moved on) When some kid, slightly older than I, and quite adorable came up to me with a clipboard and started talking. He talked alot, threw in a number of compliments to my looks and character. He told me that he was participating in a DJ contest and that in order to win he needed to get votes. How could one vote for him? by signing up for these "totally legitimate" magazine subscriptions, of course! He was very charming and there were a number of competitors in the mall at the time, so i believed him, of course. He told me all about how the company he was working for was backed by the better business bureau and how if he won he'd get to be a dj on some show or another. The paper i filled out seemed very official.
It was, of course, a lie.
In reality, some twenty-two year old fast talker made thirty bucks and a very naive nineteen year old learned a valuable lesson.
A few weeks later i told someone the story and they informed me that i was never getting said magazine. They were correct. I'm pretty sure this once happened to my mom as well, since she told me a very similar story and that magazine also somehow never made it to my door.
So today when two good-looking, friendly, and very talkative girls knocked on my door, I was a bit more guarded about the whole thing. They gave me, almost word for word, the same spiel i heard two years prior at my hometown mall. When I told them I had been scammed before, they told me they were backed by the better business bureau. I didn't tell them that Mr. DJ had said those exact words as well. After dragging it out for a few minutes I politely declined their offer.
Then I called the cops. They were gone already, but at least this time without my money.
Magazine scams, perpetrated most famously by the Universal Subscription Agency, are a very lucrative business. But not for those kids who knock on your door. Those kids are trained to remain almost eerily up-beat at all times, and to talk their way out of any situation. They are brainwashed into not asking where the money they make is going or whether the customers get what they pay for. They work 10 or more hours a day and are often given less than $15 in food money. Many are runaways. All are lured in with the promise of money and the ability to travel. But somehow, most likely because of the fines that managers place upon them, these kids never actually get their money.
So I guess the point of this post is that con-men still exist. And don't ever buy things from door to door salesmen. It is really easy to photoshop official looking documents if you are only showing them to people who don't know what to look for in official documents. And anyone can say that their company is legit.
Or, in the words of mad-eye moody:
Constant Vigilance!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Spinto Band blew my mind, and now i can no longer form intelligent sentences...
Although some might say my sentences aren't really that eloquent to begin with.
Anyways...
I cannot even explain how amazing The spinto band was tonight. words like "Awesome," "Wicked Cool," and "Fan-Freakin-Tastic" just don't seem to cut it. I'd prattle on about how great it was... but i'm afraid i can't do it justice. Truth be told I haven't been feeling very witty as of late so i will simply say this.
I Love This Band.
Listen to them. Love them. The end.
http://www.myspace.com/thespintoband
<3
Cynthia
Anyways...
I cannot even explain how amazing The spinto band was tonight. words like "Awesome," "Wicked Cool," and "Fan-Freakin-Tastic" just don't seem to cut it. I'd prattle on about how great it was... but i'm afraid i can't do it justice. Truth be told I haven't been feeling very witty as of late so i will simply say this.
I Love This Band.
Listen to them. Love them. The end.
http://www.myspace.com/thespintoband
<3
Cynthia
Monday, March 16, 2009
SciFi Channel to change name, annoy nerds everywhere
As an advertising major and lover of all things dorky (with the exception of lost), news like this always piques my interest. SciFi, the network most known for dorky shows about space and stuff, is preparing to change its name.
To what?
SyFy.
Whoa there guys. I think that might be a little too different, you know? (joke)
Honestly, I think this is bull. SciFi was raised to it's current status by the very trekkies it is now trying to distance itself from. While I understand that they want to appeal to a broader audience without alienating themselves too much from their base, I don't think that this particular tactic will work. The name change is too subtle to change the opinions of those who aren't predisposed to watch the channel. Phonetically, it's exactly the same. While it is true that the SciFi channel does air more than just sci-fi shows, i think it is important to note that most of their shows are still in that same vein.
What i think the change will do is annoy those who already watch the channel. like me. So here I will speak directly to the company:
I am saddened, I watched your x-files, your firefly, MSTK, dark angel reruns, painkiller jane and eureka. And now what? you don't want to be associated with me anymore because you need to "reach out" and have "something for everyone." Well, i gotta tell ya, I don't watch your channel because i want to see gossip girl reruns. I watch it for three things, aliens, spaceships, and adam baldwin. You get your high ratings because people enjoy the niche you occupy. So stop trying to escape that.
Okay. that's it.
check out this sweet cake!
http://www.crunchgear.com/2009/03/16/wedding-cake-made-from-80-pac-man-cupcakes/
Cynthesizer
To what?
SyFy.
Whoa there guys. I think that might be a little too different, you know? (joke)
Honestly, I think this is bull. SciFi was raised to it's current status by the very trekkies it is now trying to distance itself from. While I understand that they want to appeal to a broader audience without alienating themselves too much from their base, I don't think that this particular tactic will work. The name change is too subtle to change the opinions of those who aren't predisposed to watch the channel. Phonetically, it's exactly the same. While it is true that the SciFi channel does air more than just sci-fi shows, i think it is important to note that most of their shows are still in that same vein.
What i think the change will do is annoy those who already watch the channel. like me. So here I will speak directly to the company:
I am saddened, I watched your x-files, your firefly, MSTK, dark angel reruns, painkiller jane and eureka. And now what? you don't want to be associated with me anymore because you need to "reach out" and have "something for everyone." Well, i gotta tell ya, I don't watch your channel because i want to see gossip girl reruns. I watch it for three things, aliens, spaceships, and adam baldwin. You get your high ratings because people enjoy the niche you occupy. So stop trying to escape that.
Okay. that's it.
check out this sweet cake!
http://www.crunchgear.com/2009/03/16/wedding-cake-made-from-80-pac-man-cupcakes/
Cynthesizer
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Trips!
I'm blogging from La! It's 1:22 here. I'd say "this means its (some time) back home," but i don't actually know which time that is because i still don't understand time zones. I keep calling/ texting people at really awkward times.
So, anyway I'm staying with my good friend Erin. Every day with her is an exercise in awkwardness. The first night I went to club Kress, where i stood awkwardly in the background of Snoop's new show Dog after Dark. Then we tried to dance. Just so you know, I'm not really good at dancing if it's not the white boy shuffle. So we'll see how that looks when the show is aired. hopefully they cut it out. Still, she always takes me on strange adventures.
In other news, i'm pretty sure i want to live in Seattle. I was there from Sunday until Wednesday and it is pretty much the best city in the world. Though i'd like it more if there were less homeless people.
That's pretty much all i can think of right now...
listen to greg lasswell! he's great! if you like acoustic-ey stuff.
So, anyway I'm staying with my good friend Erin. Every day with her is an exercise in awkwardness. The first night I went to club Kress, where i stood awkwardly in the background of Snoop's new show Dog after Dark. Then we tried to dance. Just so you know, I'm not really good at dancing if it's not the white boy shuffle. So we'll see how that looks when the show is aired. hopefully they cut it out. Still, she always takes me on strange adventures.
In other news, i'm pretty sure i want to live in Seattle. I was there from Sunday until Wednesday and it is pretty much the best city in the world. Though i'd like it more if there were less homeless people.
That's pretty much all i can think of right now...
listen to greg lasswell! he's great! if you like acoustic-ey stuff.
Friday, February 20, 2009
We now return you to your regular scheduled programming...
Expect this entry to be a little disjointed. It's been awhile and I have a few things to say that aren't at all related to each other.
I call this The Good, The Sad, and the God-awful.
The Good:
First, a quick summary of things that i think are awesome.
I love Four Year Strong. Honestly, I haven't listened to punk music since high school (though i was pretty obsessed back then). I told a friend of mine this and his reaction was "really? the same person whose favorite band is margot and the nuclear so & so's?" uh... yeah, i guess it's possible. My two favorite tracks are "Bada Bing! Wit' a Pipe!" and "Wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em!" But really the whole album (Rise or Die Trying) is really good.
Another band i recently fell in love with... The Howlies. They can only be described as surf punk. I saw them last wednesday. despite the small crowds, they put on a fantastic show. That means a lot to me, because i feel like too often bands get pissy when there isn't a "big enough" crowd and don't really give it their all. The Howlies were great; the lead singer was just precious, and their harmonies were fantastic. Some clutch songs were "Aluminum baseball bat" and "angelina"
Random songs to give a listen-
M. Ward- never had nobody like you
Ivan Ives- got it
overnight- I know
golden bloom- doomsday devices
The Sad:
When i went out to buy paste magazine the other day, i was a little saddened to find they've decided to stop putting cd's in their issues. You still get music. But you have to go to their website and enter in a little code that can be found in your issue. This gives you access to a zip file with all the songs on it (and album art too). While I understand the logic of it (most people immediately rip it onto their computer, they are wasting a lot less plastic, etc.)I'm still going to miss having something tangible. Long after everyone traded in their cd cases and sony disc players for a sleek little ipod I've still got my alphabetically ordered cd collection. It's sad to know that i'll never get to add another Paste cd to that section. I really liked watching the cd art evolve. I'm just being overly nostalgic, i know. But the free cd was what drew me to the magazine in the first place. If i had the money i'd probably go back and order the thirty issues i don't already have so that i could have them all. yes, like pokemon.
The God-awful:
I would like to commend Hipster Deathmachine for duping me into seeing their horrible horrible set. This may seem obvious to some, but i think the band needs to be reminded that just because your band has a trombone does not mean you can call yourselves a ska band. It's been a long time since i've sat through something that...painful.
yeah... that's it.
:/
I call this The Good, The Sad, and the God-awful.
The Good:
First, a quick summary of things that i think are awesome.
I love Four Year Strong. Honestly, I haven't listened to punk music since high school (though i was pretty obsessed back then). I told a friend of mine this and his reaction was "really? the same person whose favorite band is margot and the nuclear so & so's?" uh... yeah, i guess it's possible. My two favorite tracks are "Bada Bing! Wit' a Pipe!" and "Wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em!" But really the whole album (Rise or Die Trying) is really good.
Another band i recently fell in love with... The Howlies. They can only be described as surf punk. I saw them last wednesday. despite the small crowds, they put on a fantastic show. That means a lot to me, because i feel like too often bands get pissy when there isn't a "big enough" crowd and don't really give it their all. The Howlies were great; the lead singer was just precious, and their harmonies were fantastic. Some clutch songs were "Aluminum baseball bat" and "angelina"
Random songs to give a listen-
M. Ward- never had nobody like you
Ivan Ives- got it
overnight- I know
golden bloom- doomsday devices
The Sad:
When i went out to buy paste magazine the other day, i was a little saddened to find they've decided to stop putting cd's in their issues. You still get music. But you have to go to their website and enter in a little code that can be found in your issue. This gives you access to a zip file with all the songs on it (and album art too). While I understand the logic of it (most people immediately rip it onto their computer, they are wasting a lot less plastic, etc.)I'm still going to miss having something tangible. Long after everyone traded in their cd cases and sony disc players for a sleek little ipod I've still got my alphabetically ordered cd collection. It's sad to know that i'll never get to add another Paste cd to that section. I really liked watching the cd art evolve. I'm just being overly nostalgic, i know. But the free cd was what drew me to the magazine in the first place. If i had the money i'd probably go back and order the thirty issues i don't already have so that i could have them all. yes, like pokemon.
The God-awful:
I would like to commend Hipster Deathmachine for duping me into seeing their horrible horrible set. This may seem obvious to some, but i think the band needs to be reminded that just because your band has a trombone does not mean you can call yourselves a ska band. It's been a long time since i've sat through something that...painful.
yeah... that's it.
:/
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