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(I thank those that made me)
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Dr. Prator,
He strides with purpose through the salon. His mask is perfect as is his suit. Later it will need cleaning, and there are some things that can never have the stains removed.I just fell in love with this. The song is witty, and is a catchy little tune. I think the main singer definitely has charisma even if some folks were afraid he was going to get his dredlocks caught in his piano. The video is lovely and playful, and I'd certainly look at more of their work!

There is no "The" Gypsy Queen, but she is certainly one of the Gypsy Queens. A Rom of reknown. She sees much, knows more, and has friends in high and low places. She doesn't like you, but if you have the money she still might help you. Maybe.
Mod Dinosaur is all so cool
Bouncing Tina never had children. Well she had children for lunch, but never to raise. She put all her love, what little she had, into her doll Roma. Maybe there is a Blue Fairy. Maybe wishes do come true. There is certainly a family resemblance.
Children can go anywhere with their imagination. Very useful since they don't have driver's licenses and parents often tell them not to cross the street, climb the trees, and stay off the roofs. Parents can be so unreasonables.
Atomic Number 666. The Atomic Dead arose first from the waters of Bikini in 2056. They are both fissionable and fissures in space and time. They burn their victims exactly six minutes and six point six seconds before they actually touch them. They known to speak only two words: "Ssssssssssschrodinger" and "Brainzzzzzzzzzz"
The Barber family in mid warp. They are a devoted family and encourage Mr. Barber's crime fighting hobby and neo-euclidean magic. Little Dorthea is still afraid of the warp, but there wasn't much choice as the Echo gange reverberated upon their location. As father, mother, and sisters faded into the cosmic stream; big sister Newtonia leaves a cryptic encryption to their fans.
Not all the toys on the island of misfit toys were good, if morose, members of the child entertainment industry. Some carry grudges. It wasn't Baby Molly's fault that instead of saying "Mama" she would say the most horrid things when her string was pulled. It was a prank by some nameless factory drone, and Baby Molly suffered for it. But she decided she wouldn't suffer alone. Sometimes at night, certain workers of the Jollytime Doll Collective would wake up in the middle of the night, seeing a tiny shadow in the dark. They wouldn't see much more, and afterwards they never had much to say.
So I am so totally nerd in my love of Total Drama Island, the reality show cartoon. So I'm happy to see the world tour. Most of the old gang is here, along with a few new faces including a crazed internet-blogstalker. This time they are travelling the world doing silly things each week for the chance of winning a million dollars. I just love the characters of the show and crazy Lizzy has jumped to my top ten cartoon gal list (though don't worry there will always be Velma, JINKES!)
Oh one added feature is each week they have to sing to avoid elimination. Fun.
The world's fastest boy was almost caught by the world's fastest villain. They raced through Spain, France, and through the Chunnel. It finally ended as they caused the entire Thames to steam as they made a quick, frictiony stop. Police were on hand, enquiries were made. Dr. Thaddeus Thunderbolt was detained for questioning and Speed Boy was released to his parents. Film at 11:00


Astropia makes me happy? Why? Because it is proof that WE HAVE CONQUERED THE WORLD. When an Icelandic dork has to resort to "The Force is Strong in this one," (in ENGLISH) it is proof that our uber culture has taken pernicious root everywhere. Let's all share a mountain dew and revel in our glory.
After that, actually watch Astropia. It's a great little film from Iceland. Hildur is a beautiful woman living a beautiful life till her boy friend gets put in the slammer. Now dealing with real life she gets the very unreal job of dealing with geeks in a comic book store. She is slowly brought into the culture and finds herself having a great time. Really it is to warm any geek, dork, nerd's heart to think that any beautiful woman is just a dice throw away from LARPing with gay abandon.
All the geeks are great characters. I like the geek girl who is at first wary of Hildur because she threatens her place as "the one with breasts" at the store. I also like the DVD geek who is trying to push films like the Exorcist to the six year old in Hildur's care. His argument was that he was still young enough to appreciate the magic of a film like "The shining" and not worry about things like special effects. Heh. Yah, the magic of "The Shining." That particular scene ended with him babbling something icelandic that translated as, "Oh hey, "Cuju" you like doggies right!?"
Parent of the year material.
Oh, this film is also called Dorks and Damsels.
Code Monkeys was a small little TV show about making video games in the eighties. Given the subject matter it makes perfect sense that it is animated in 8bit style. It's crude and rude and very funny, if you don't see someone that reminds you of a person you know, well then you aren't spending enough time with the right people.
Or the Wrong ones.
Great song too.
Remember how the pod racing scenes in "The Phantom Menance" almost didn't suck? Well someone thought they'd suck less as a tv show in Japan. Oban is full of the usual cliches like the "Plucky Female Hero Out To Prove Herself," but it is all in good fun. The style of animation mixes an a retro old school sensibility seamlessly with CGI ship racing. Some of the aliens are fairly interesting in design and execution. I like the ones that come off like brass stick figures and seem to have magic of some sort.
All in all good fun.
All that was left was film in a camera circa 1964. All other traces of Allen Gryer were never discovered. Nor was the subject of the few recoverable frames of film was ever found in that field. All that is know is that in 1964 Allen Gryer told his wife he heard crying in the wheat field. Three days later the entire field wept blood from each golden head of wheat. The field has been sensibly plowed and is now a parking lot of a Rite Aid. All rumors of miraculous cures are false.
Flying in formation, the Doom Glooms are on patrol. Since they were leathal larvae the Doom Glooms knew they were the divas of doom. As they fly, they sing arias of dirges. Sonotas of the all nothing. They bring clouds to tears.
She waits at the door. She skipped there before dawn. Sweet Little Devil Gal. Her name is probably Sal, or Mal. She no doubt giggles as she does her dirty work. How can anyone hate a Sweet Little Devil Gal?
Nuke Girl is not the prettiest of mutants. She was never one of Xavier's cheer leaders, never got to ride in the cute, black jet. But she's not bitter, just radioactive.

The Heroic Black Phoenix, arose again. This time in the ashen tomb of his oldest foe. Why he arose there he at first did not know. Was this an omen of some dire threat in the future? Was his foe now some revengeful revenant awaiting his return? He could only pace down the halls, one by one. Somewhere there would be answer that he would read in his own blaze.
Face of old stone, flesh petrified by time and depravity. Dorien was but a pup compared to him, and unlike Dorien the portrait was done in his own hand. These are my pigments, mixed by my brush. In the end, I hung myself.

The Dancers in hell are all on point. On their toes, on their toes. What a sight. There is beauty in even the pit. A terrible beauty to be sure. The sheen of snake scales, the gleam of venom. And they dance, oh how they dance.
There are times where one must not move on. Stay still. Breath deep. The world will move for you, and you will not miss all that heavenly glory.

The Mutamime can change its shape somewhat. Touching one is like touching a bag of moldy tomatoes. The Mutamime lives a life of invisible walls and winds and so walks a rather odd tippsy turvy way. But the joke is over when it catches you. Then it is you who are silent.