For I am myself. Nothing more.
(Written by Isaia in a blog from the viewpoint of one of her characters. It's at the very bottom of the first post there)
That struck me... I've been kinda down on myself lately 'cause I feel like a burden to certain people. Down on myself for not being the perfect sort of person that people naturally flock to.
But that statement struck me. "For I am myself. Nothing more." I am me. No matter what I try to do, I am me. If people don't like me, they don't like me. So what good will it do to try and make them like me? If they don't like me, then they aren't worth it.
Now that's not to say that you shouldn't try to make yourself a likable person.
But I need to try and be myself. Being me is the only way I can truly find people who will like me. ^.^
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Friendship
Been thinking about friends lately. Specifically how we meet them. (One thing with blogs, I'm never quite sure how to start a post. >.O Introductions have never been my strong point. Once I'm going I'm fine, but starting?... Yeah... )
I have many friends, most have all moved away, but they're there... somewhere... And I've been thinking of the nature of friends and how we meet them.
A week and a half ago I got to see one of my dear friends and one I've known a very long time. We'll call her Lola ('cause I go with the whole thing of not giving out real info... so there!). Now, like I said, Lola and I have been friends for a long time... Many, many years. Well we were talking about how we met.
*time travel down memory lane*
Now I'd just moved, I had no friends yet, and Lola was having a birthday party. Now, we didn't know each other that well yet. So she was inviting all these people to her party, and one of her friends couldn't come. We'll call her Fei. Well since she couldn't come, Lola was complaining to her mom that "Fei" couldn't come. Well, her mom heard that, and thought she meant me. (note: my blog name here is Fei-chan) So Lola's mom called my parents and said, "Hey, my daughter wants your daughter to come to her party."
My mom said that was fine. So, obediently, I went to the birthday party of someone I didn't know... No, not awkward... not awkward at all... Especially for our parents once this was all figured out.
Now Lola, dear Lola, was very sweet to me. I didn't know anyone, keep in mind I'd only recently moved, and so she took special time out for me. Her mom may have talked to her, I'm not sure. But still, she took the time out to talk to me and make sure I was enjoying myself. ^.^
And we've been best buds ever since. ^.^
*end flashback*
So I tell you this story, partly to shout out to Lola (Hi Lola!!), and partly to say how some simple little thing can really change your life. Through this very innocent mistake, I now have one of my best friends.
I've met a lot of my friends through odd things like that. And it's just cool how easily friendships can be forged. One of my friends I met because we were in gym class together and her locker door kept hitting me. One I met because her mom and my mom were friends and I heard she liked to read (I love reading). One I met because we had assigned seating and we happened to sit together...
The nature of friendship is a funny thing.
So be nice to people! You never know where you might find an unexpected friend. ^.^
"But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine". ~ Thomas Jefferson
I have many friends, most have all moved away, but they're there... somewhere... And I've been thinking of the nature of friends and how we meet them.
A week and a half ago I got to see one of my dear friends and one I've known a very long time. We'll call her Lola ('cause I go with the whole thing of not giving out real info... so there!). Now, like I said, Lola and I have been friends for a long time... Many, many years. Well we were talking about how we met.
*time travel down memory lane*
Now I'd just moved, I had no friends yet, and Lola was having a birthday party. Now, we didn't know each other that well yet. So she was inviting all these people to her party, and one of her friends couldn't come. We'll call her Fei. Well since she couldn't come, Lola was complaining to her mom that "Fei" couldn't come. Well, her mom heard that, and thought she meant me. (note: my blog name here is Fei-chan) So Lola's mom called my parents and said, "Hey, my daughter wants your daughter to come to her party."
My mom said that was fine. So, obediently, I went to the birthday party of someone I didn't know... No, not awkward... not awkward at all... Especially for our parents once this was all figured out.
Now Lola, dear Lola, was very sweet to me. I didn't know anyone, keep in mind I'd only recently moved, and so she took special time out for me. Her mom may have talked to her, I'm not sure. But still, she took the time out to talk to me and make sure I was enjoying myself. ^.^
And we've been best buds ever since. ^.^
*end flashback*
So I tell you this story, partly to shout out to Lola (Hi Lola!!), and partly to say how some simple little thing can really change your life. Through this very innocent mistake, I now have one of my best friends.
I've met a lot of my friends through odd things like that. And it's just cool how easily friendships can be forged. One of my friends I met because we were in gym class together and her locker door kept hitting me. One I met because her mom and my mom were friends and I heard she liked to read (I love reading). One I met because we had assigned seating and we happened to sit together...
The nature of friendship is a funny thing.
So be nice to people! You never know where you might find an unexpected friend. ^.^
"But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine". ~ Thomas Jefferson
Saturday, March 22, 2008
People-ness
>.O ... I have the urge to blog... No real idea of what to say, but the urge is there just the same...
Hm... I wonder what I shall say.
I just have the urge to talk... Huh... Something about people... I mean, I think I want to talk about people. Odd creatures that they are... But what?...
Probably how it's struck me lately how... human we all are. We're all so different. We like different things, we look different, we have different plans in life.
But we're also very similar too. We all eat, sleep, etc. But also... How can I say it...? All those fancy universal things. We all love, fear, envy, hope, dream... And I dunno, that's just been striking me lately. We all have those things. They may be triggered by different things, but we all have them. We're just so... human.
Huh... didn't mean to be that deep. Meant to be more light. Um... Flying Hippos! There's nothing lighter then a flying hippo, right? ^.^
Hm... I wonder what I shall say.
I just have the urge to talk... Huh... Something about people... I mean, I think I want to talk about people. Odd creatures that they are... But what?...
Probably how it's struck me lately how... human we all are. We're all so different. We like different things, we look different, we have different plans in life.
But we're also very similar too. We all eat, sleep, etc. But also... How can I say it...? All those fancy universal things. We all love, fear, envy, hope, dream... And I dunno, that's just been striking me lately. We all have those things. They may be triggered by different things, but we all have them. We're just so... human.
Huh... didn't mean to be that deep. Meant to be more light. Um... Flying Hippos! There's nothing lighter then a flying hippo, right? ^.^
Friday, March 21, 2008
August Rush
August Rush... Well, I just got done watching the movie. And while I didn't care for parts of it (Yes, I realize the outside world (I dislike the term "real world" but that's a post for another day) uses bad language, that doesn't mean I have to listen to it >.<), I did really enjoy it. Um... I Really have no idea what to say, but I feel I have to say something...
...pesky muse...
*sighs, and runs fingers through hair* Wow... That movie would speak to anyone with a muse or with the urge to be creative. I loved seeing August's creative process. I think anyone with a muse of some sort goes through that to a lesser or greater extent. That... urge to create, even if you're not quite sure how.
And I have to say, part of the reason for this post is the hope that the stars in my eyes will come on to the page. And it'd odd, 'cause I was only partially happy with the movie. I think I heard too much about it before hand... Dunno?...
The story was so-so, but how it was put forth... Wow... The music was just phenomenal. It moved me. And I think the whole movie would move anyone, whether it's to the edge of your seat or out the back door. But the music especially hit me. Especially when August was playing. His sheer joy, especially when he was just starting and he was playing an instrument for the first time. That joy...
I think I connected with that because that's how I feel when I create or do art and I'm really into a particular project. I can never hope to be a genius, prodigy, or even famous for what I do... But I hope to always have that joy when I create something.
I think that's what everyone's looking for. That joy... Specifically in whatever your job is, and what you choose to do with your life, but in everyday things too.
I don't mean to get all preachy, but I suppose that's what the gospel brings... Joy. I mean, it's called the plan of happiness isn't it?
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Edit: Example from the movie- Trailor that shows his joy
There's more on youtube, but I thought this was a good example.
...pesky muse...
*sighs, and runs fingers through hair* Wow... That movie would speak to anyone with a muse or with the urge to be creative. I loved seeing August's creative process. I think anyone with a muse of some sort goes through that to a lesser or greater extent. That... urge to create, even if you're not quite sure how.
And I have to say, part of the reason for this post is the hope that the stars in my eyes will come on to the page. And it'd odd, 'cause I was only partially happy with the movie. I think I heard too much about it before hand... Dunno?...
The story was so-so, but how it was put forth... Wow... The music was just phenomenal. It moved me. And I think the whole movie would move anyone, whether it's to the edge of your seat or out the back door. But the music especially hit me. Especially when August was playing. His sheer joy, especially when he was just starting and he was playing an instrument for the first time. That joy...
I think I connected with that because that's how I feel when I create or do art and I'm really into a particular project. I can never hope to be a genius, prodigy, or even famous for what I do... But I hope to always have that joy when I create something.
I think that's what everyone's looking for. That joy... Specifically in whatever your job is, and what you choose to do with your life, but in everyday things too.
I don't mean to get all preachy, but I suppose that's what the gospel brings... Joy. I mean, it's called the plan of happiness isn't it?
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Edit: Example from the movie- Trailor that shows his joy
There's more on youtube, but I thought this was a good example.
POWER!!
Wow... It's been like... days since I posted... wow...
Probably 'cause I have this thought in my head that I have to have something phenominal to say in order to post... But then I remember this is MY blog... I can do what I want... >.<
I HAVE POWERRR!!!!!!!111oneone
<.<
>.>
So now what?? O.o;;;
Probably 'cause I have this thought in my head that I have to have something phenominal to say in order to post... But then I remember this is MY blog... I can do what I want... >.<
I HAVE POWERRR!!!!!!!111oneone
<.<
>.>
So now what?? O.o;;;
Monday, March 17, 2008
All about me!
The time has come, the blogger said, to speak of many things. Of the greatness, the wonderfulness, the awesomeness of ME! ^.^
Yeah, the blog's a week old and I figured it was about time to give a little introduction. I origionally meant this to be my first post, but my pesky muse wouldn't let me! >.<
I remember once hearing a quote that said something like "Radio is the place for people who have nothing to say, to talk to people that aren't listening." I've always thought that was funny, and I picture my blog like that too. Although hopefully I'll run across a relevant thought once in a while, and hopefully at least someone out there will listen sometimes...
Now...hm... where to start... Well, as to why I finally have a blog, that's all Schmetterling's fault, as I believe I mentioned in my first post. ^.~ I've always thought of blogs as either a journal, and why would I want one if I write in my journal every night anyway, I'm far too lazy to write the same thing twice; or as something where you tell the world your age, address and blood type. I'm too afraid of the Internet for that... But then I started reading Schmetterling's blog, and his was random thoughts and whatnot that he had. So I figured, "Hey! I can do that!" So here I be! ^.^ A convicted and addicted blogger.
As far as the name "The Eternal Puppy Station" I actually have a reason for that. (I usually have some sort of reason for my randomness, even if it's just for the sake of being random)
Station comes from my quote above about the radio. This is my station to have nothing to say and talk anyway. ^.^
Eternal Puppy comes from my vision of myself. I've always thought of myself as a puppy. And always a puppy, never a dog, so that's where the eternal comes in. Why a puppy? Well... For several reasons. Mainly that puppies are always playful, even when other people aren't. This can get them in trouble, 'cause they feel like playing even when others don't... ^.^; But you love them anyway, right? O.O
Um... some of my characteristics... Well, I can't spell for the life of me, as I'm sure some of you have noticed. I love laughing and making others laugh, and I flatter myself with thoughts of having some artistic ability. (My works) Um... I have to have balance in my life, and I need to feel prepared or else I stress.
So... yeah. ^.^ That be general me-ness.
Ja!
Yeah, the blog's a week old and I figured it was about time to give a little introduction. I origionally meant this to be my first post, but my pesky muse wouldn't let me! >.<
I remember once hearing a quote that said something like "Radio is the place for people who have nothing to say, to talk to people that aren't listening." I've always thought that was funny, and I picture my blog like that too. Although hopefully I'll run across a relevant thought once in a while, and hopefully at least someone out there will listen sometimes...
Now...hm... where to start... Well, as to why I finally have a blog, that's all Schmetterling's fault, as I believe I mentioned in my first post. ^.~ I've always thought of blogs as either a journal, and why would I want one if I write in my journal every night anyway, I'm far too lazy to write the same thing twice; or as something where you tell the world your age, address and blood type. I'm too afraid of the Internet for that... But then I started reading Schmetterling's blog, and his was random thoughts and whatnot that he had. So I figured, "Hey! I can do that!" So here I be! ^.^ A convicted and addicted blogger.
As far as the name "The Eternal Puppy Station" I actually have a reason for that. (I usually have some sort of reason for my randomness, even if it's just for the sake of being random)
Station comes from my quote above about the radio. This is my station to have nothing to say and talk anyway. ^.^
Eternal Puppy comes from my vision of myself. I've always thought of myself as a puppy. And always a puppy, never a dog, so that's where the eternal comes in. Why a puppy? Well... For several reasons. Mainly that puppies are always playful, even when other people aren't. This can get them in trouble, 'cause they feel like playing even when others don't... ^.^; But you love them anyway, right? O.O
Um... some of my characteristics... Well, I can't spell for the life of me, as I'm sure some of you have noticed. I love laughing and making others laugh, and I flatter myself with thoughts of having some artistic ability. (My works) Um... I have to have balance in my life, and I need to feel prepared or else I stress.
So... yeah. ^.^ That be general me-ness.
Ja!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
My Grandma's wedding
Well... as of 4:30 today, my grandmother is married. Wow... Still kinda odd thought. But, like I said before, I'm way happy for her. Both of them are just so happy. ^.^ It's great to see.
So yeah... the ceremony went really well. Everything went really smooth. ^.^ We went over to her house in T town (I try to keep real details of my life secret in case the FBI try to find me... ^.^ So unless you know me in real life you don't know what I'm talking about. As much as I love the Internet, it still scares me a bit.). We mainly held her head on straight as she was getting ready. Heh, she was very nervous. Excited, but nervous.
We got to the church about 3:30. And no, they weren't sealed in the temple... (I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, or Mormons as we're called sometimes. And where the typical wedding ceremony is "till death do you part" we have a... how can I say this... In our temples, we believe you can be sealed/married for time and all eternity... Does that make sense? I hope so...) (some official LDS comments on Temples<-- click me!) The church was set up really nice. Some friends of ours set everything up. It looked really pretty. All white and this.... sorta slightly purple crimson color... What is that? Wine red! Really nice. Um... lots of gauzy stuff everywhere, lots of flowers... And food. ^.^ The food was excellent. My favorite was the chocolate dipped strawberries. ^.^ But they had little sandwiches too, thoes were good.
Um... Around 4, we all went into the room where they were going to get married. Short and sweet, but very cool. ^.^ Gramma was absolutely beaming. ^.^ She was nervous, you could tell, but still extreemely happy. Him too.
Then after that we had the reception. Same building, different room. Everyone came up and congradualated the newlyweds. I was kinda bored at that point, but Gramma enjoyed it. I just didn't really have anyone my age to talk to. Some of the adults did that whole "Hey, how are you? How's school? Bye." thing. It was nice that they said hi, but the conversation didn't last long... Not that I would really know what to say anyway... I don't have a talent for talking to people I don't know very well. I should practice, I know... But people scare me. >.o They're so... normal... *shudder* It's creepy...
Anyway, it went really well. ^.^ Ja!
So yeah... the ceremony went really well. Everything went really smooth. ^.^ We went over to her house in T town (I try to keep real details of my life secret in case the FBI try to find me... ^.^ So unless you know me in real life you don't know what I'm talking about. As much as I love the Internet, it still scares me a bit.). We mainly held her head on straight as she was getting ready. Heh, she was very nervous. Excited, but nervous.
We got to the church about 3:30. And no, they weren't sealed in the temple... (I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, or Mormons as we're called sometimes. And where the typical wedding ceremony is "till death do you part" we have a... how can I say this... In our temples, we believe you can be sealed/married for time and all eternity... Does that make sense? I hope so...) (some official LDS comments on Temples<-- click me!) The church was set up really nice. Some friends of ours set everything up. It looked really pretty. All white and this.... sorta slightly purple crimson color... What is that? Wine red! Really nice. Um... lots of gauzy stuff everywhere, lots of flowers... And food. ^.^ The food was excellent. My favorite was the chocolate dipped strawberries. ^.^ But they had little sandwiches too, thoes were good.
Um... Around 4, we all went into the room where they were going to get married. Short and sweet, but very cool. ^.^ Gramma was absolutely beaming. ^.^ She was nervous, you could tell, but still extreemely happy. Him too.
Then after that we had the reception. Same building, different room. Everyone came up and congradualated the newlyweds. I was kinda bored at that point, but Gramma enjoyed it. I just didn't really have anyone my age to talk to. Some of the adults did that whole "Hey, how are you? How's school? Bye." thing. It was nice that they said hi, but the conversation didn't last long... Not that I would really know what to say anyway... I don't have a talent for talking to people I don't know very well. I should practice, I know... But people scare me. >.o They're so... normal... *shudder* It's creepy...
Anyway, it went really well. ^.^ Ja!
Friday, March 14, 2008
My Grandma's getting married
Yeah... had to take a few days off from blogging 'cause I wasn't doing my homework... ^.^; Oops... Anywhoodle,
My Grandma's getting married tomorrow! That's still weird to say... O.o Cool, awesome, I'm happy for them... but weird... >.<
Lol, and it's so weird to see them together. She's around 72, I think he's a year or two older, and they act like twiderpaded teenagers! ^.^ It's very cool to see.
Lol. I hope I have as much luck in love as my grandmother!
My Grandma's getting married tomorrow! That's still weird to say... O.o Cool, awesome, I'm happy for them... but weird... >.<
Lol, and it's so weird to see them together. She's around 72, I think he's a year or two older, and they act like twiderpaded teenagers! ^.^ It's very cool to see.
Lol. I hope I have as much luck in love as my grandmother!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Superhero=Mask?
Take two: Ok, last night... I had a dream! >.< Lol, no nothing that deep. But my muse hit me over the head with a thought last night. Pesky muse... Gives me thoughts that I can't deal with at that particular time. -_-; And this thought actually lasted from last night through to today, which is really quite rare. My thoughts usually get lost or are killed as foreign objects.
So anyway... I'm sure I've built up the suspence long enough... espcially concidering I tell you the gist of my thought in the topic...
Does a mask make a superhero??
I was specifically thinking of firefighters. Don't know why, but they were the ones that my brain chose to play with. Firefighters are people... They are fragile little people that are willing and able to go into a burning building to resque other fragile people... I don't care what you say, that's pretty darn heroic! But are they Superheroes? Yes, heroes. Definately heroes... But super?? Would you, for example, see them in a comic book? And maybe firefighters aren't the best choice for an example, since 911 has almost put them into a sort of superhero status... But actually, let's look at that too. I think the media has a part to play in what makes a hero super.
But first, the mask... The all important mask... Now, the mask to me symbolizes the secretive identity and the spiffy costume. All superheroes have these... Now, they may differ in costumes, they may have a cape, they may ride a giant flying hippo... But they all have some sort of costume.
And you never know who they are. That's part of the deal. Part of the... self-sacrifice, having people not knowing who you are or who to thank and give large sums of money to. The mask is a big part of both of these. I can only think of one costume that didn't include some sort of mask.
So I say that the mask is the biggest part of any superhero. I say it makes you a superhero. ^.^
"But wait!" you say "What about Superman? He had powers! He could see through steel, and jump buildings in a single bound!" Very true... very true... But with all his powers, what was he always trying to do? Save People. For all his strength and stamina, he was just a guy trying to save people.
It's very possible for someone to save people with out your oh so special gifts... Your oh so special powers! (Incredibles, gotta love that movie. ^.^) The fireman, for example, has no special power other than being willing to be a hero.
"But!" you continue, "He had no mask!!" ... True... Although I'm going to say that his mask was the glasses. Superman is a special case... He wore his mask when he was his alter ego, Clark Kent.
So there! >.< *sticks tongue out* Oh yes, the media. Yeah... that's special too. All superheroes have media coverage, be it good or bad. Although I think that just goes to further their popularity. But a superhero can still be a superhero without people knowing who he is... At least I think so... That point I'll leave up to you.
So... My thesis (O.o; A blog... and I'm writing a thesis paper...) is that a mask makes a hero a superhero. ^.^ You can not be a superhero without one. A hero, yes. But not a true superhero. ^.^
(wow... I typed this whole thing and only misspelled one word! O.o; That's a major accomplishment for me. ^.^)
Ja!
So anyway... I'm sure I've built up the suspence long enough... espcially concidering I tell you the gist of my thought in the topic...
Does a mask make a superhero??
I was specifically thinking of firefighters. Don't know why, but they were the ones that my brain chose to play with. Firefighters are people... They are fragile little people that are willing and able to go into a burning building to resque other fragile people... I don't care what you say, that's pretty darn heroic! But are they Superheroes? Yes, heroes. Definately heroes... But super?? Would you, for example, see them in a comic book? And maybe firefighters aren't the best choice for an example, since 911 has almost put them into a sort of superhero status... But actually, let's look at that too. I think the media has a part to play in what makes a hero super.
But first, the mask... The all important mask... Now, the mask to me symbolizes the secretive identity and the spiffy costume. All superheroes have these... Now, they may differ in costumes, they may have a cape, they may ride a giant flying hippo... But they all have some sort of costume.
And you never know who they are. That's part of the deal. Part of the... self-sacrifice, having people not knowing who you are or who to thank and give large sums of money to. The mask is a big part of both of these. I can only think of one costume that didn't include some sort of mask.
So I say that the mask is the biggest part of any superhero. I say it makes you a superhero. ^.^
"But wait!" you say "What about Superman? He had powers! He could see through steel, and jump buildings in a single bound!" Very true... very true... But with all his powers, what was he always trying to do? Save People. For all his strength and stamina, he was just a guy trying to save people.
It's very possible for someone to save people with out your oh so special gifts... Your oh so special powers! (Incredibles, gotta love that movie. ^.^) The fireman, for example, has no special power other than being willing to be a hero.
"But!" you continue, "He had no mask!!" ... True... Although I'm going to say that his mask was the glasses. Superman is a special case... He wore his mask when he was his alter ego, Clark Kent.
So there! >.< *sticks tongue out* Oh yes, the media. Yeah... that's special too. All superheroes have media coverage, be it good or bad. Although I think that just goes to further their popularity. But a superhero can still be a superhero without people knowing who he is... At least I think so... That point I'll leave up to you.
So... My thesis (O.o; A blog... and I'm writing a thesis paper...) is that a mask makes a hero a superhero. ^.^ You can not be a superhero without one. A hero, yes. But not a true superhero. ^.^
(wow... I typed this whole thing and only misspelled one word! O.o; That's a major accomplishment for me. ^.^)
Ja!
DA news/Freckles
I am always lerning... Today, I found out how to delete an entire post... ^.^; I had a beautiful post almost ready, and I deleted it! >.< ARGH! ... *sigh* Well... the bulk of it I'm gunna leave for later 'cause I'm annoyed from loosing it... But I'll post part of it now.
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Someone favorited one of my pics on DA!! *bounces around in girlish delight* ^.^
http://cfisawesome.deviantart.com/favourites/
See! See!! Those eyes right there are MINE!! Well... not mine mine... but I drew them!! ^.^ And I just posted that yesterday! Really brightens up my day. ^.^
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Now, I promise to not put up too much stuff I get in email... But this is just so sweet I thought I'd share. ^.^
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Freckles
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. "You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a girl in the line said to the little fella.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," she said, while tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."
The boy looked up, "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles."
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Someone favorited one of my pics on DA!! *bounces around in girlish delight* ^.^
http://cfisawesome.deviantart.com/favourites/
See! See!! Those eyes right there are MINE!! Well... not mine mine... but I drew them!! ^.^ And I just posted that yesterday! Really brightens up my day. ^.^
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Now, I promise to not put up too much stuff I get in email... But this is just so sweet I thought I'd share. ^.^
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Freckles
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. "You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a girl in the line said to the little fella.
Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," she said, while tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."
The boy looked up, "Really?"
"Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles."
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered, "Wrinkles."
Monday, March 10, 2008
I be a Deviant! >.<
See... I told you you'd created a monster... you didn't believe me...
I'm a Deviant!! ^.^
Now, for thoes of you who have no idea what in the world I'm talking about... I am now a member of Deviant Art. A delicious little site where amateur artists (such as myself), and some not so amateur artists (such as I hope to be when I grow up >.<) can share their work with an unsuspecting public.
DA is one of my many hobbies, and drooling at the many jewels and gems that I find never ceases to keep me entertained for hours on end. For example I have a folder on my computer that has 857mgs of pics... just from DA... Yes, my name is Fei-chan, and I do have a problem...
So anyway, I have now joined their ranks. ^.^
If you feel so inclined to look at my works, (as of right now, I only have 1 1/2 things uploaded, but I hope to change that soon) the address is:
http://eternalpuppy.deviantart.com/
And if you've never been there, if you click on the right, on the little tab that says gallery, it will take you to whatever I've managed to upload.
...
Or you could be lazy and click the link below.
http://eternalpuppy.deviantart.com/gallery/
So yeah... ^.^ I <3>.< Ja! ^.^
(p.s. ... All of this slightly heightened speech is your fault you realize... I never used to write like this... You! Yes, you!! Don't you give me that. You know who you are! ... meany... )
I'm a Deviant!! ^.^
Now, for thoes of you who have no idea what in the world I'm talking about... I am now a member of Deviant Art. A delicious little site where amateur artists (such as myself), and some not so amateur artists (such as I hope to be when I grow up >.<) can share their work with an unsuspecting public.
DA is one of my many hobbies, and drooling at the many jewels and gems that I find never ceases to keep me entertained for hours on end. For example I have a folder on my computer that has 857mgs of pics... just from DA... Yes, my name is Fei-chan, and I do have a problem...
So anyway, I have now joined their ranks. ^.^
If you feel so inclined to look at my works, (as of right now, I only have 1 1/2 things uploaded, but I hope to change that soon) the address is:
http://eternalpuppy.deviantart.com/
And if you've never been there, if you click on the right, on the little tab that says gallery, it will take you to whatever I've managed to upload.
...
Or you could be lazy and click the link below.
http://eternalpuppy.deviantart.com/gallery/
So yeah... ^.^ I <3>.< Ja! ^.^
(p.s. ... All of this slightly heightened speech is your fault you realize... I never used to write like this... You! Yes, you!! Don't you give me that. You know who you are! ... meany... )
Why do things stay popular??
I had a thought... I'm in an art class and I had the assignment to look up works by Sol LeWitt. So I did, and I'm looking at these pictures... Now, they're nice... but ... they don't have any meaning to me. And that got me wondering... Why do things last? I mean, why do things in popular culture last the test of time?
Ok, they last because people still care, because *insert reason here*. But why? Most things in pop culture, like Sol DeWitt, or even Elvis to site a more known example, that are known because they are known. Let's take Elvis...Not very far, but let's take him for a short jaunt around the block. I heard his name even before I knew who he was or had heard his music. I saw a real picture of him and thought he was a bad impersonator. You can know who he is without really knowing who he is.
Is that the only reason he's still around? (I mean his name... not that he himself is still around... He was abducted by aliens, we all know that. ^.~) Is the only reason we still know him because of his popularity?
Can someone's popularity survive just by the sheer amount of it??
I honestly don't know...
Not that you have to know, but I just thought I'd throw the idea out into cyberspace and see how far it floats.
And no, I'm not saying we shouldn't know who Elvis is, or that he's bad. I'm just trying to make a point. I'm sure the fact that he's good also goes into the equation of why he's still around. My question is just why are things around in general, and can they life of their popularity to keep them popular. Elvis was simply my guinea pig.
And you know... one of these days I'll actually take time and make a introduction post... Been meaning too... ^.^; Some time this week I will... >.<
Ja!
Ok, they last because people still care, because *insert reason here*. But why? Most things in pop culture, like Sol DeWitt, or even Elvis to site a more known example, that are known because they are known. Let's take Elvis...Not very far, but let's take him for a short jaunt around the block. I heard his name even before I knew who he was or had heard his music. I saw a real picture of him and thought he was a bad impersonator. You can know who he is without really knowing who he is.
Is that the only reason he's still around? (I mean his name... not that he himself is still around... He was abducted by aliens, we all know that. ^.~) Is the only reason we still know him because of his popularity?
Can someone's popularity survive just by the sheer amount of it??
I honestly don't know...
Not that you have to know, but I just thought I'd throw the idea out into cyberspace and see how far it floats.
And no, I'm not saying we shouldn't know who Elvis is, or that he's bad. I'm just trying to make a point. I'm sure the fact that he's good also goes into the equation of why he's still around. My question is just why are things around in general, and can they life of their popularity to keep them popular. Elvis was simply my guinea pig.
And you know... one of these days I'll actually take time and make a introduction post... Been meaning too... ^.^; Some time this week I will... >.<
Ja!
Ha! I think I made you work this time! >.<
Ha! I think I made you work this time! Take that! >.<Yeah... This is all Schmetterling's fault... *looks at him funny* I've been stalking him and his blog, and he makes blogging just look so darn fun that I thought I'd try.
And one thing I'd better note before I go any farther, is about my sence of humor. I rarely take anything seriously. So if I say anything odd or off the wall, (ex: stalking someone) I'm probably jokeing... Or am I?... O.o;
See, joke! ^.^
So... yeah. Wow... my first real post... Coolness. ^.^ Ja!
(Ja=Japanese for later. Probably how I'll end my posts... dunno... tis a thought. Wait a thought? O.O Kill it!! Die thought!!! Die! ... Wow I'm in an odd mood right now... >.o)
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