"Can you put headphones in? I want to watch TV." And I was all like, "Fine..." And she was like "What music are you listening to, anyway?" And I was all like "The TWEWY soundtrack." and my sis was like "Twewy?" And I was like "It stands for The World Ends With You." And she was all like "...That's the stupidest nickname for a game ever. It sounds like a kids show." And then she was all like "Can you help me find the twewy, kids? Nope, that's not a twewy. That's right! There's the twewy!" And I was all like
As I sit on the couch, blasting a youtube TWEWY playlist through my Skull Candy headphones (Yes, I had to specify Skull Candy, they make me feel like Neku and I love them) and stalking the forums and facebook without actually doing anything. In other words, I'm bored and wanted you all to know it.
I go all out. So, the same person who forced me to watch Doctor Who and who introduced me to Adventure Time has been trying to get me to watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic for months now. I was doing really good at avoiding it... before he got the rest of my family to go Pony's crazy. And then they started playing Pony's music, and I got caught up with Discord's story, and I discovered I really like Fluttershy, and today I spent three hours singing a cover of the Super Ponybeat remix of the Discord song, and I had an idea for a crossover fic I might write later when I have the time, and he brought over Equestria Girls today and we all watched it. And all this within the past week. I thought I'd post here because I know there are lots of Pony fans here. And I posted to advertise that I have a new song in my music thread, so... yeah.
At my church, some pretty spooky things happen. Usually they're only mildly spooky. Like, if you leave the sound system on at night, it picks up illegible voices, speaking in quiet undertones below the static. Or how sometimes the ceiling begins to creak and groan, as if it plans to fall down on top of you. Or if you're the last person to leave the basement and you turn out the lights before you leave, you can't shake the feeling that someone's behind you, and you feel sure that if you look over your shoulder as you walk up the steps, you'll see someone peeking from behind the empty doorway, watching you. Or maybe that's just me. But the really scary thing at my church is the man in the window. You see, the sanctuary has a high ceiling, in fact, it stretches all the way to the roof, held up by high wooden beams, in accordance to the style of the day in which it was built. But the foyer had no such grandeur, and there's a second story over the foyer, with a row of sliding windows that overlook the sanctuary. There's not much space in the second story, we used it for storage for years before we recently converted it into three small offices. We had hoped the sightings would stop then. But they didn't. For the last several years that we've been here, we've had many people glance up at the windows, pale, and then profess to have seen someone standing there, looking out at us, before disappearing. All of them not having heard of the figure before, all of them seeing him in the very same window. We've heard it from people of all sorts, from many different backgrounds, with different pasts. The most recent happened two weeks ago. I wasn't actually there at the time, but three different people who were have told me the story. They were all in the foyer, church was over, everything was dark. Mostly everyone had gone home, the only people left in the building were my mom, my sister, and my mom's friend, along with her teenage daughter and six year old son. Suddenly, the boy stood up, saying: "Someone's making some noises in there!" He ran into the sanctuary to investigate, and no one thought anything of it. After a few moments, he came running back in, claiming to have seen a ghost. "There's a ghost in there!" He said. "I saw it, and then it disappeared!" Following him into the sanctuary, my mom asked him where he had seen it. "It was up in that window," he said, pointing to the very same window the man has been in before. "I saw it looking down, and then it disappeared!" Now, this small boy has been known to tell some tall tales, his adventures in dinosaur hunting are extraordinary. But to have seen the man in the window, in the very place he has been seen before, well, I'm inclined to believe him. Hearing of how he described it later to another adult, he said he saw a Black Man. The adult, misunderstanding, asked if he meant the man had brown skin. "No," the boy said. "He was Dark." I have yet to see the man in the window. But I know that one day, when I am not expecting it, I will see a shift in the shadows, a slight movement in the corner of my eye. I will look up, and I will see a dark figure, standing in the window, looking at me, before disappearing. I have no idea what my reaction will be. But I am sure it will happen. Have you ever seen someone that isn't really there, watching you from behind glass? Have you heard stories of such a creature, so that even though you don't see it, you know there is someone watching you anyway? Did you hear that indiscernible voice from nowhere, humming a tune you've never heard? Did you see the shift in the shadows coming from the window behind you? Did you hear the footsteps from the attic you never knew you had? Don't worry about it. It was probably a car radio, or the people in the house next door playing a song through thin walls. It was probably the wind, blowing a branch against the window. It was probably just the wood settling. But it might just be that the man in the window is looking down upon you, and no matter how you think on it, there's just no explaining it away.
I don't care HOW late it is, and I don't care WHAT they were doing on Cutthroat Chef. If it's almost midnight and you're tired, DON'T try to make mac-and-cheese. It started with me almost opening the cheese packet and pouring it in the boiling water directly after I dumped the noddles in. Then I almost forgot I had something on the stove and the noodles were too overcooked. I almost picked up the pot without putting on potholders, and then when I had pot holders, I almost set the back of my hand down on the burner to get a better grip. Then I dumped about four bites of noodles into the sink when I was trying to strain it, and I couldn't figure out why until I realized I'd grabbed the wrong lid for the pot, and there was a gaping hole for the noodles to pour out of. Finally got them strained and put in the same amount of milk I put in when making four boxes for my fam. And ended the night with oversalting the entire thing because I got distracted by seeing the salt fall. Luckily for me, I managed to stop myself right before each occurrence, but next time I'm hungry and it's very late at night, I'll stick to frozen burritos. You only can ruin those two ways: Accidentally adding too many zeroes to the cook time, or leaving a fork on the plate while it cooks. I'll tell you, nine-minute burritos... Not so good.
I started at 2:30 with the Fellowship, and now I'm almost halfway through Two Towers, I think. If we had started earlier, we would have watched the first Hobbit as well, but... we didn't. A day shall come, when we will own all of the Hobbit as well. And we've already made sort-of-plans to have a LotR day once we do, with snacks, and we're going to invite all of our LotR geek friends to come watch with us. A day shall come when, for an entire day, we shall watch all of the Tolkien series in one setting. But it is not this day.
I'M SO EXCITED! So awhile ago, I wrote a DW parody of 500 Miles, and I finally recorded it today. I posted it in the Audio section. GO CHECK IT OUT!!! :D Coming Soon: "I Left My Hearts In The TARDIS" Owl City Metropolis Parody. XD
Alright, so now I have two songs, one parody and one cover. Little by little, I'll be building this thread up. But that day is not this day! In the meantime, please enjoy my two songs! Parodies: 2,000 Years (I'm Gonna Be) Rory's Song Spoiler: Lyrics: When I grow up yeah I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who grows up next to you When the world burns, yes I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who saves the world with you And when an alien comes and runs away with you I’m gonna be the man who waits to marry you. And when I join you, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who runs away with you. But I would wait 1,000 years And I would wait 1,000 more Just to be the man who waits 2,000 years To guard the Pandorica When I’m dying, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s dying just for you, And when I’m running, well I know I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who’s running next to you When I die again, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who dies again for you. And when I’m Roman, well I know I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s Roman ‘cause of you. But I would wait 1,000 years And I would wait 1,000 more Just to be the man who waits 2,000 years To guard the Pandorica Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da Dalek! In the Asylum, well, I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who waits forever with you And when you grow old, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who has to choose between the both of you. Thanks. When the cubes come, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who watches them with you. When the Angels take me away from you, I’m gonna be the man who waits to die with you. I’m gonna be the man who waits to die with you! And I would wait 1,000 years And I would wait 1,000 more Just to be the man who waits 2,000 years To guard the Pandorica Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da! Da da da da da da da da da da da da! And I would wait 1,000 years And I would wait 1,000 more Just to be the man who waits 2,000 years To guard the Pandorica Covers: Discord - Super Ponybeat remix
Basically, my summer's been hectic, and I've been on rarely if at all. But I have the rest of the day off, I have a karaoke version of Owl City's Metropolis blasting through my headphones, and I've been listening/watching/humming KH stuff as often as possible this past week (i'm just in the mood for it, I guess) and I've been missing all my friends here while I've been working, so I'm feeling all happy and ready to hang out. I'm rambling again. Basically, everyone come chat with me, please. :)
On the drive home, we stopped at a coffee shop... THAT WAS BUILT TO LOOK LIKE A GIANT BRITISH PHONE BOOTH. It wasn't a Police box, but it was still cool. I didn't take this pic, I unfortunately do not have a camera, but luckily, google afforded many options.
Why do moths gun for the nearest light fixture, be it flame or bulb or electrified zapper? I mean, really, what is it about a light that moths seem to find so desperately alluring? Is it the warmth? Is it the light itself? What? It seems that a moth’s entire existence is focused on an incessant, unrelenting need to be near the light. Even when it kills them. The similarities between a moth’s need for the light and the desires deep within the human heart are hauntingly close. Is this all there is to life? Are we but insects, to live and die in a day, the few of us fortunate enough to escape the web of the ensnaring spider instead finding ourselves hopelessly clinging to the last remnant of daylight before the long sleep? In the grandiose scheme of the stardust, are we really any more than that? We’re born, we live, we learn, we build, we teach, we grow old, we die. It is all meaningless, it is all for naught. At the end of the day, we have nothing, owe nothing, are nothing. And yet we continue to search, to yearn, to explore, to grasp. Clinging to what little time we have. Like a moth to the flame.
