POSTER: Shan
OMG! Schools out and I have free time! What the hell is free time?!?!?! In two days of not having classes I managed to finish unpacking everything in my livingroom and kitchen and get the whole house clean as a whistle. I even watch "The Magdeline Sisters" for the first time, that movie was more disturbing to me than Clock Work Orange. I've even went and got picks and a spare set of strings for my guitar and practiced for like, 2 hours straight yesterday. I think I'm running out of things to do, and all this is even with work....man, how am I gonna survive the summer? I'm already resorting to doing stairs and suicides((for those who don't know, they're exercises))
Ah well, at least I'm killing my time being productive instead of wasting it all playing video games*cough* nyurp *cough* lol, nah, I tease...and only cause he'll never read this anyhow.
May 21, 2008
May 19, 2008
Let's go swimming!
POSTER: Skippety-bamf (aka Cheeze)
Well, dorm life is certainly working out for me so far. I have so much time just to chill and take care of myself (::GASP:: SHAVE MY LEGS? NEVER!) now. :]
And my boyfriend comes back home probably this Saturday. Hooray!
Anyway. If you haven't already, you should check out PureVolume.com.
It's a great website to find awesome new music and listen for free!
So now:
1. Go to website
2. Search "Flobots"
3. Listen to MAYDAY!!! and HANDLEBARS.
4. Enjoy. :]
May 14, 2008
That's hella fuckin' bomb ass!
POSTER: Cheeze-it
I made these. :]
Some were intended to be cursors.
Made them in microangelo animator and converted to .gif with some program I downloaded a 3 day trial of. XD
I don't take credit for all the ideas though.
Obviously some of them aren't very good as they were my first attempts and ideas. And there are a lot of hearts just because those are like the easiest things ever to pixel. XD
May 12, 2008
Pipn8EZ
POSTER: Shan
Pimpin' 101: The ten commandments of Pimpin'
1.)Get your cane
2.)Get your Hoez
3.)Do "the walk"
4.)Dress the part
5.)Carry a wad of ones wrapped in a twenty
6.)Surround yourself with hott chicks you don't know
7.)Wear teh bling
8.)Speak so no one can understand a word you say
9.)Slap a lot of asses and a lot of faces
10.)Don't get arrested, but make it look like you're fightin' with the fuzz
Pimpin' 101: The ten commandments of Pimpin'
1.)Get your cane
2.)Get your Hoez
3.)Do "the walk"
4.)Dress the part
5.)Carry a wad of ones wrapped in a twenty
6.)Surround yourself with hott chicks you don't know
7.)Wear teh bling
8.)Speak so no one can understand a word you say
9.)Slap a lot of asses and a lot of faces
10.)Don't get arrested, but make it look like you're fightin' with the fuzz
May 08, 2008
May 06, 2008
Say Somebody, Has got to Say it All
POSTER: Shan
Music, Cooking, Dance, Movies, Speeches, Painting....all just forms of art, all inspired by mother nature and human nature. And you know that any work of art is successful when you can feel it resonating through your entire body, you can feel it, live it, breath it with every fiber of who you are; and, what works for me, may not work for you. Just because something is a masterpiece for one person, doesn't mean that it resonates in everyone else. Our jobs as artists is to find the frequency that touches the most people, weather it's with awe, love, joy, happiness, sorrow, separation, fear, loathing, or any other emotion we could possibly conjure, that's our job, as human beings, as creatures capable of creating.
I just the need to be inspiring ((hopefully)), and btw, yes, that is MY quote. Credit me if you use it.
Music, Cooking, Dance, Movies, Speeches, Painting....all just forms of art, all inspired by mother nature and human nature. And you know that any work of art is successful when you can feel it resonating through your entire body, you can feel it, live it, breath it with every fiber of who you are; and, what works for me, may not work for you. Just because something is a masterpiece for one person, doesn't mean that it resonates in everyone else. Our jobs as artists is to find the frequency that touches the most people, weather it's with awe, love, joy, happiness, sorrow, separation, fear, loathing, or any other emotion we could possibly conjure, that's our job, as human beings, as creatures capable of creating.
I just the need to be inspiring ((hopefully)), and btw, yes, that is MY quote. Credit me if you use it.
May 05, 2008
I Could Stay Lost In This Moment Forever
POSTER: Panda
So yeah because it needed to be done, here is the vid to the Be Cool Hunny Bunny scene:
Exactamundo
So yeah because it needed to be done, here is the vid to the Be Cool Hunny Bunny scene:
Exactamundo
So yeah it has subtitles in Portugese but whatever, they are still speaking English. Have fun watching kiddies!
~Panda
With or Without You
POSTER: Shan
I got told I had to post, so Valla! Here I am to save the day! And to complain that I am currently surrounded by the two biggest dorks I know and they can't stop talking about zombies because Eddie is playing Doom3.........I'm only catching about every other word, and there's something about hacking going on here, and I think I just got offered money to get down on my knees.....damnit Eddie. Well, back to work for me...*kneels down*
I got told I had to post, so Valla! Here I am to save the day! And to complain that I am currently surrounded by the two biggest dorks I know and they can't stop talking about zombies because Eddie is playing Doom3.........I'm only catching about every other word, and there's something about hacking going on here, and I think I just got offered money to get down on my knees.....damnit Eddie. Well, back to work for me...*kneels down*
May 04, 2008
I know that you never loved meeeee
POSTER: Cheeze
Today's theme is: crap from Cheeze's slow PC. (I use my laptop usually.)
Scoobies? :O
I want to play this video game. XD
::D
Hex codes, a nerd's best friend.
Wallpaper - bear blasting
Oooo, prettyyy...
And We Stare Each Other Down Like VIctims In The Grind
POSTER: Panda
Alright so I couldn't help but share more transformer boredness with everyone so here is a somewhat animated version of the comic that begot the Transformers movie. Tranformers Beginnings:
Episode 1: here
Episode 2: here
Episode 3: here
Episode 4: here
so yeah, Bumblebee talks and Sector Seven are assholes, please enjoy!
~Panda
Alright so I couldn't help but share more transformer boredness with everyone so here is a somewhat animated version of the comic that begot the Transformers movie. Tranformers Beginnings:
Episode 1: here
Episode 2: here
Episode 3: here
Episode 4: here
so yeah, Bumblebee talks and Sector Seven are assholes, please enjoy!
~Panda
May 02, 2008
I AM IRONMAN
POSTER: Panda
So yeah, just saw the movie and because I don't want to ruin it I will just say that it was....BOMB ASS!!! Yep, I had to go there. Because it was, it just fucking was. So yeah, go see if you can/want. I highly recommend it. That's all for now execept for any Transformer lovers out there, (sadly so ver few T_T) Please read if you are so inclined, it is the awesome (It's kinda long so reader beware):
Title: How to Tell the President 101
Word count: 1539
Characters: Numerous
by: vixens_shadow
Notes: I didn't use current candidates. Just...blegh. Too many politics involved in that.Also, this has only had beta in a few spots and is kinda splotchy. Please correct if you see anything out of whack.
How to Tell the President 101
“You know, when I took this job, I didn’t think there’d be hidden meetings…well, not within the first week anyway.”John Keller gave a curt nod to his latest ‘charge’, a man by the name of Michael Rosenbaum, the latest President-elect for the United States. Rosenbaum was a no-nonsense man with one hell of an insight on foreign policy, as he’d be soon to discover, he had no idea just -how- foreign relations would truly be. Rosenbaum and Keller had been sent by the current President on what appeared to be a National Guard helicopter that was inbound for the west coast. All President-elect Rosenbaum had been told was that there was a debriefing he must attend and there was no physical way it could be conducted in the White House. “I do apologize for the veil, Sir, but there’s just no other way to do this right now.” Keller said, speaking into the headset of the aircraft.“No need to apologize, John. I trust you on this.”“Thank you, sir.”“And who, might I ask, is our pilot today?”Keller paused a moment, fighting a cringe. “Ah, sir this is…”“Evan, sir. Pleasure to meet you.” the pilot answered, casting a glance over his shoulder as he spoke.“Evan. Right then. Thanks for taking us out today.”“My pleasure, sir.”“About how long do we have left in the air?” Rosenbaum asked, shifting in his seat a little after having remained still for several hours now.“You don’t get airsick, do you sir?” Evan asked, smiling.“No, no. I just like my solid ground.”Boy, are you gunna need it… Keller thought, giving the pilot a wry glance.“I’ll be touching down in about 10 mike.”Rosenbaum nodded and turned his gaze out the window of the chopper, seemingly content to watch the scenery.“Hey…isn’t that the Hoover Dam?” he asked, turning back towards Keller.“Yes sir. The meeting will be held inside.”Rosenbaum raised an eyebrow at the response but shrugged it off. Within minutes, Evan had the orange chopper on the deck and the two passengers were swept into a waiting black pickup truck. Once both were settled, Rosenbaum looked over at Keller. “So, do I get a clue now?”“Sir?”“A clue. Do I get one?”“It’s in regards to Project Refugee, sir.” Keller said, watching as the truck silently made it’s way down various corridors deeper within the dam’s structure.“Really? Doesn’t that have something to do with border relations in regards to airspace?”“Something like that. Sir, all I can tell you now is that everything will be cleared up very shortly. And I’ll apologize beforehand.”“You do that a lot, you know.”“You’ll see why.”The truck drove silently, save for the grumble of the engine, as it made its way into the infrastructure of the dam. It stopped before a pair of sealed doors and idled.“What’s going on, John?” Rosenbaum asked, giving the doors a weary glance.“Sir, I’ve got to tell you, that what you are about to see beyond these doors will probably shock the daylights out of you. But I assure you, you’ve been under the best protection available since the start of the trip and that you have nothing to fear once we cross this threshold. But I need you to trust me…and please try to not freak out too badly.”Rosenbaum blinked owlishly at Keller before looking back at the doors visible through the windshield of their escort’s truck. “Okay, John. I trust you.”Keller nodded and gave the truck’s dash a pat. “Let’s go on, then.” he said, signaling the quiet driver onward.The doors before the truck opened with a shuddering groan, slowly parting and revealing an opening far larger than what the truck should require. As soon as the doors were clear, the vehicle moved on.“Sir, welcome to the Hoover Facility and the core of Project Refugee.” Keller watched impassively as the driver of the truck vanished as soon as the vehicle was still and the passenger doors had been opened.“Show off…” he grumbled, exiting the vehicle. Rosenbaum didn’t move. He looked, for all intents and purposes (not to mention the numerous times Keller had seen this particular expression) like a fish out of water as he gaped at where the driver had once been. Moments later, his gaze diverted out the windshield and his mouth snapped shut. Keller had seen them all as soon as they stopped but the sight of at least a dozen robots, some as tall as a few stories, walking around and conducting their business was awe inspiring as it came. “Sir?” Keller inquired, leaning back into the black vehicle when said vehicle’s engine growled.“Yeah?” Rosenbaum said, breathless.“Could you exit the vehicle, sir? He’d like to uh…well, move.”The man blinked at the SecDef before finally sliding out of the rear seat. As soon as he was clear, the door closed and the truck moved away, sans a driver, of course.“Please tell me I’m not dreaming this…” he asked, his initial shock turning to fascination at the sight before him. “No, sir. You’re not. There’ll be a full explanation forthcoming very soon. For now, let’s get out of the way and see about maybe finding you a chair.” Keller explained, guiding the President-elect to a human-sized bar type area.The truck transformed and made his way to an unoccupied area and watched his two current charges. The President-elect’s awe continued up until the point that a bigger being, predominantly orange and white, sporting rotor blades on its back, entered the area through the hanger lift.“John?”“Yes, sir?”“That’s our helicopter.”“Yes, sir.”“It’s not a helicopter anymore.”“No, sir.”“Right. I’ll take that chair, now.”Rosenbaum remained seated, back to the bar, watching all the current activity that was going on.“Wow.” he breathed. “Just…wow. I take it these guys aren’t…native?”“No, sir, they aren’t. You’ll be meeting their leader later on.” Keller explained. “Sir, I’m sorry for the shock but we’ve discovered that no amount of reports or briefings can ever really prepare anyone to see these guys.”“What are they doing here?”“On Earth?”“No, the Hoover Dam…”“Oh. In-processing mostly. You see, they use the dam as a central point for acclimation. It’s protected and secluded from prying eyes and yet, so far out in the open that no one ever suspects it.” the SecDef explained. “They’ll move elsewhere later on.”Rosenbaum simply nodded and occasionally shook his head. “Wow. So our pilot and drivers…”“Yes, sir. All holograms generated by the mechs. Your motorcade vehicle to the lift pad was one by the name of Richochet, one of their infiltration specialists. The chopper is Evac, predominantly search and rescue.”Rosenbaum looked at him, puzzled. “You make them out to be an army…”“They are, sir.” Keller said, giving a curt nod to the pair of mechs that made their way over. “Sir, this is Jazz, their First Lieutenant, and Ironhide, the weapons specialist.”“You’re telling me that we’ve had an entire -army- of robot aliens hiding in our own country for…for…how long, now?” he asked, exasperated and ignoring the newest introductions. “Sir, please. Everything will be explained when you meet with Prime.” Keller said, motioning beyond the President and waving someone over. “President Rosenbaum, this is Reggie Simmons, current departmental liaison to Project Refuge.” John Keller said, giving the wave towards the seemingly ever-smug man. “Welcome, sir. First off, I’d like to say that it’s an honor and a pleasure to make your acquaintance and that if you need-”“Simmons?” Rosenbaum interrupted, holding his hand up in a gesture of silence.“Yes, sir?”“-What- is going on here?” he asked, exasperated and flinching as one of the mech’s steps caused the surface to vibrate slightly. Keller sighed, waiting for ‘the other shoe to drop’, so to speak.“Okay, you want the long version or the short one?” Simmons asked, gesturing to the various sizes of mechs and the few seemingly acclimated humans.“Uh…short is probably good…”“Okay. Big cube, kinda looked like a dice, made little guys, made big guys too, and can bring said guys back from the dead. Big guy followed it, hit the north pole, flattened a few reindeer,” “Haven’t seen Santa since…” Jazz quipped, earning himself a smack on the head from Ironhide.“-and took a ten thousand year popsicle nap. That one” Simmons continued, undeterred as he pointed at Bumblebee, “made the big cube a small cube, big guy thaws out, all hell broke loose, shit hit the fan and stuff went boom. Big fight, little extortionist kid with the crazy Camaro kills the big guy, we dump a few bodies and voila, current situation.”Rosenbaum stared at the man for several long moments before blinking upwards at the now crouched mechs and then his escort John Keller before doing the only sensible thing any human could do. He spun around on his stool, ordered a double scotch on the rocks (which the bartender, a seemingly unfrosted man, had already prepared and set before him), downed it, and promptly let his forehead thump across the bar.
sorry the link wasn't working... so yeah later people,
Panda
So yeah, just saw the movie and because I don't want to ruin it I will just say that it was....BOMB ASS!!! Yep, I had to go there. Because it was, it just fucking was. So yeah, go see if you can/want. I highly recommend it. That's all for now execept for any Transformer lovers out there, (sadly so ver few T_T) Please read if you are so inclined, it is the awesome (It's kinda long so reader beware):
Title: How to Tell the President 101
Word count: 1539
Characters: Numerous
by: vixens_shadow
Notes: I didn't use current candidates. Just...blegh. Too many politics involved in that.Also, this has only had beta in a few spots and is kinda splotchy. Please correct if you see anything out of whack.
How to Tell the President 101
“You know, when I took this job, I didn’t think there’d be hidden meetings…well, not within the first week anyway.”John Keller gave a curt nod to his latest ‘charge’, a man by the name of Michael Rosenbaum, the latest President-elect for the United States. Rosenbaum was a no-nonsense man with one hell of an insight on foreign policy, as he’d be soon to discover, he had no idea just -how- foreign relations would truly be. Rosenbaum and Keller had been sent by the current President on what appeared to be a National Guard helicopter that was inbound for the west coast. All President-elect Rosenbaum had been told was that there was a debriefing he must attend and there was no physical way it could be conducted in the White House. “I do apologize for the veil, Sir, but there’s just no other way to do this right now.” Keller said, speaking into the headset of the aircraft.“No need to apologize, John. I trust you on this.”“Thank you, sir.”“And who, might I ask, is our pilot today?”Keller paused a moment, fighting a cringe. “Ah, sir this is…”“Evan, sir. Pleasure to meet you.” the pilot answered, casting a glance over his shoulder as he spoke.“Evan. Right then. Thanks for taking us out today.”“My pleasure, sir.”“About how long do we have left in the air?” Rosenbaum asked, shifting in his seat a little after having remained still for several hours now.“You don’t get airsick, do you sir?” Evan asked, smiling.“No, no. I just like my solid ground.”Boy, are you gunna need it… Keller thought, giving the pilot a wry glance.“I’ll be touching down in about 10 mike.”Rosenbaum nodded and turned his gaze out the window of the chopper, seemingly content to watch the scenery.“Hey…isn’t that the Hoover Dam?” he asked, turning back towards Keller.“Yes sir. The meeting will be held inside.”Rosenbaum raised an eyebrow at the response but shrugged it off. Within minutes, Evan had the orange chopper on the deck and the two passengers were swept into a waiting black pickup truck. Once both were settled, Rosenbaum looked over at Keller. “So, do I get a clue now?”“Sir?”“A clue. Do I get one?”“It’s in regards to Project Refugee, sir.” Keller said, watching as the truck silently made it’s way down various corridors deeper within the dam’s structure.“Really? Doesn’t that have something to do with border relations in regards to airspace?”“Something like that. Sir, all I can tell you now is that everything will be cleared up very shortly. And I’ll apologize beforehand.”“You do that a lot, you know.”“You’ll see why.”The truck drove silently, save for the grumble of the engine, as it made its way into the infrastructure of the dam. It stopped before a pair of sealed doors and idled.“What’s going on, John?” Rosenbaum asked, giving the doors a weary glance.“Sir, I’ve got to tell you, that what you are about to see beyond these doors will probably shock the daylights out of you. But I assure you, you’ve been under the best protection available since the start of the trip and that you have nothing to fear once we cross this threshold. But I need you to trust me…and please try to not freak out too badly.”Rosenbaum blinked owlishly at Keller before looking back at the doors visible through the windshield of their escort’s truck. “Okay, John. I trust you.”Keller nodded and gave the truck’s dash a pat. “Let’s go on, then.” he said, signaling the quiet driver onward.The doors before the truck opened with a shuddering groan, slowly parting and revealing an opening far larger than what the truck should require. As soon as the doors were clear, the vehicle moved on.“Sir, welcome to the Hoover Facility and the core of Project Refugee.” Keller watched impassively as the driver of the truck vanished as soon as the vehicle was still and the passenger doors had been opened.“Show off…” he grumbled, exiting the vehicle. Rosenbaum didn’t move. He looked, for all intents and purposes (not to mention the numerous times Keller had seen this particular expression) like a fish out of water as he gaped at where the driver had once been. Moments later, his gaze diverted out the windshield and his mouth snapped shut. Keller had seen them all as soon as they stopped but the sight of at least a dozen robots, some as tall as a few stories, walking around and conducting their business was awe inspiring as it came. “Sir?” Keller inquired, leaning back into the black vehicle when said vehicle’s engine growled.“Yeah?” Rosenbaum said, breathless.“Could you exit the vehicle, sir? He’d like to uh…well, move.”The man blinked at the SecDef before finally sliding out of the rear seat. As soon as he was clear, the door closed and the truck moved away, sans a driver, of course.“Please tell me I’m not dreaming this…” he asked, his initial shock turning to fascination at the sight before him. “No, sir. You’re not. There’ll be a full explanation forthcoming very soon. For now, let’s get out of the way and see about maybe finding you a chair.” Keller explained, guiding the President-elect to a human-sized bar type area.The truck transformed and made his way to an unoccupied area and watched his two current charges. The President-elect’s awe continued up until the point that a bigger being, predominantly orange and white, sporting rotor blades on its back, entered the area through the hanger lift.“John?”“Yes, sir?”“That’s our helicopter.”“Yes, sir.”“It’s not a helicopter anymore.”“No, sir.”“Right. I’ll take that chair, now.”Rosenbaum remained seated, back to the bar, watching all the current activity that was going on.“Wow.” he breathed. “Just…wow. I take it these guys aren’t…native?”“No, sir, they aren’t. You’ll be meeting their leader later on.” Keller explained. “Sir, I’m sorry for the shock but we’ve discovered that no amount of reports or briefings can ever really prepare anyone to see these guys.”“What are they doing here?”“On Earth?”“No, the Hoover Dam…”“Oh. In-processing mostly. You see, they use the dam as a central point for acclimation. It’s protected and secluded from prying eyes and yet, so far out in the open that no one ever suspects it.” the SecDef explained. “They’ll move elsewhere later on.”Rosenbaum simply nodded and occasionally shook his head. “Wow. So our pilot and drivers…”“Yes, sir. All holograms generated by the mechs. Your motorcade vehicle to the lift pad was one by the name of Richochet, one of their infiltration specialists. The chopper is Evac, predominantly search and rescue.”Rosenbaum looked at him, puzzled. “You make them out to be an army…”“They are, sir.” Keller said, giving a curt nod to the pair of mechs that made their way over. “Sir, this is Jazz, their First Lieutenant, and Ironhide, the weapons specialist.”“You’re telling me that we’ve had an entire -army- of robot aliens hiding in our own country for…for…how long, now?” he asked, exasperated and ignoring the newest introductions. “Sir, please. Everything will be explained when you meet with Prime.” Keller said, motioning beyond the President and waving someone over. “President Rosenbaum, this is Reggie Simmons, current departmental liaison to Project Refuge.” John Keller said, giving the wave towards the seemingly ever-smug man. “Welcome, sir. First off, I’d like to say that it’s an honor and a pleasure to make your acquaintance and that if you need-”“Simmons?” Rosenbaum interrupted, holding his hand up in a gesture of silence.“Yes, sir?”“-What- is going on here?” he asked, exasperated and flinching as one of the mech’s steps caused the surface to vibrate slightly. Keller sighed, waiting for ‘the other shoe to drop’, so to speak.“Okay, you want the long version or the short one?” Simmons asked, gesturing to the various sizes of mechs and the few seemingly acclimated humans.“Uh…short is probably good…”“Okay. Big cube, kinda looked like a dice, made little guys, made big guys too, and can bring said guys back from the dead. Big guy followed it, hit the north pole, flattened a few reindeer,” “Haven’t seen Santa since…” Jazz quipped, earning himself a smack on the head from Ironhide.“-and took a ten thousand year popsicle nap. That one” Simmons continued, undeterred as he pointed at Bumblebee, “made the big cube a small cube, big guy thaws out, all hell broke loose, shit hit the fan and stuff went boom. Big fight, little extortionist kid with the crazy Camaro kills the big guy, we dump a few bodies and voila, current situation.”Rosenbaum stared at the man for several long moments before blinking upwards at the now crouched mechs and then his escort John Keller before doing the only sensible thing any human could do. He spun around on his stool, ordered a double scotch on the rocks (which the bartender, a seemingly unfrosted man, had already prepared and set before him), downed it, and promptly let his forehead thump across the bar.
sorry the link wasn't working... so yeah later people,
Panda
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