Pony Ancestors!!

These look familiar?
The first picture is a sculpture of a horse from the Han Dynasty in China. It reminded me of Maximus so much, I couldn't stop liking it! I randomly found it online and felt so happy that I did. This made my day, including the fact that Juror #2 in the Twelve Angry Men movie was the voice of the original Piglet! <insert squee sound here>
I wonder if these two are related....

Back to your lives, my worldly viewers!
Must! Write! GAH!

<3, RS

Unpleasantness Come Back from the Dead

Have you ever looked back on things that you created when you were young and instantly recoil at the crap you made? Well, this is one of my regretful works of "art" and, surprisingly enough, it wasn't even finished, so what you see is what there is. I hope you enjoy my rotting unpleasantness that's come back to haunt me. Here is "My Wacky Adventure", un-edited, straight from the dusty presses. I hope you "enjoy". ;)

<3, RS

Prologue
One stormy night, Dr. Frankenbokerfissssher was working on an experiment that involved spaghetti and whether or not ducks, aardvarks or cows would eat it  or not. Just as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, Dr. Frankenbokerfissssher heard a knock on the laboratory door (not lavatory a.k.a. bathroom).
“Come in.” he said not bothering to look over his shoulder. He heard the door thump against the wall (flash flash boom boom) and he heard footsteps  coming toward him and his experiment. It must be    one of my fellow scientists. he thought. Then a    sudden pain arose at the back of his neck. Then everything went black.


Meanwhile
Meanwhile in Tortuga,  Captain Jack Sparrow was talking to Will Turner when his cell phone rang in an AMBER ALERT!! “Deleleleblee. Deleleleblee.”
“Oh for gods sake!!!” Jack exclaimed after a while of the annoying call of the AMBER ALERT!!!!!
“Now where did I put that annoying thing?” he said turning around while patting himself.
“It sound as if it’s coming from your boot.” answered Will. Jack turned around and shot an annoyed look at Will.
“Thanks a whole lot, Will.” he shouted. The drunken, wild, fighting people stopped whatever they were   doing (I don’t really know what they were doing) and turned toward Will and Jack.
“Nothing to see here.” said Jack. Then slowly everybody went back to what they were doing. Will leaned down and put his hand into Jack’s boot. He felt around for a few seconds and then he found Jack’s silver cell phone.
“Gimme that.” said Jack crossly swiping the cell phone from Will’s hand. He opened it and pushed some buttons until he reached the AMBER ALERT!!!!!!!!

AMBER ALERT!!!!!!!

Dr. frankenbokerfissssher is
Missing. He was in his
Laboratory when the experimento*
Scientists last saw him. When
they came to room 12345,
he and his top secret were GONE!!!!!!! Call
425-555-8843 or log on to
www. Experimento*.com to communicate to the
scientists.

After a while, Jack turned to Will and asked “Will,    are you ready for a quest?”
“I’m always ready.” he answered.
“Well, we’re going to create a posse. So let’s go to our first miscreant!” Jack yelled and suddenly Will Turner   and Jack Sparrow were standing in front of a cottage.
“How did we get here, Jack?” Will asked.
“No idea.’’ was the answer.










The gathering of the posse

Will walked toward the door of the cottage and knocked.
“Come in.” answered a voice. Will gestured at Jack and opened the door. They had walked into a sitting room with a wooden piano and a lot of chairs that were,  oddly enough, dusty.
“HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ANYBODY HOME???!!!!!” Jack thundered and Will felt the wood floor vibrate.
“Jack, is that you?!” the voice called.
“Yep.” Jack answered.
“Well, come into the living room and see ol’ Snow.”
“ ‘Snow’?” Will asked.
“Snow White.” answered Jack and Will nodded his head in response. He followed behind Jack and the 2 walked toward the living room. As they got nearer, they heard a TV program in the room in front of them. Jack and Will turned the corner and.....and saw the fattest person both had ever seen.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Jack shouted in astonishment. The person was, to Will, just a big, fleshy blob with not much rounder parts attached and the head had black hair with a red bow and eyes and nose and mouth.
“Are you Snow White?” both Jack and Will asked at the same time.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER???!!!” Jack demanded. “I’ll call the police AND.....”
“Calm down, Jack. It’s me and I know, I need to take a workout.” the blob said.
“Wish granted!” said a voice that came out of nowhere. Jack and Will both heard a “POOF!” and there was the original Snow White.
“Hey. I’m thin again and I’m in.....JEANS!!!!!!!!” she screeched horrified.

Qte Pwn-es 4 Ur Enjoimnt!



I CAN'T GET OVER THE HEAD-BOBBING CUTENESS!! <3

Just something to enjoy/overwork your memory drive. Admit it, you can't resist these Cuties! ;) Cheerios!

<3, RS

These Kitties Need Good Homes!!!!

People in the Seattle area, I have an emergency! You know the cats that I talked about weeks ago? Well, now they're at the age when they can get adopted. In fact, mom cat Skeeter just left the house today to go to the MEOW shelter to be viewed for adoption (I admit I cried)! I want to make sure Skeeter and her adorable, loving, sweet babies get good, loving forever-homes. If you could at least go down to the MEOW Shelter to see the little darlings would be most grateful! I'll give you the info on each cat. Why?

BECAUSE I'M EFFING INSANE AND I LOVE THESE FUZZY CATS SO MUCH THAT I NEED TO STALK THEM WHEN THEY AREN'T IN MY EFFING HOUSE!

Anyway, here's the information, whether you want to see it or not:

Info on Skeeter
Info on Fred
Info on George
Info on Harry
Info on Hermione

Have a cat-tastic day, everyone! =^.^=
<3, RS

Happy Eskimo is Happy...

I was a happy Eskimo earlier today in my warm, puffy Eskimo coat, running on pure inspiration (aka adrenaline) and feeding off its wonderful kick of energy. I felt the best I've felt in years and it was all thanks to that wonderful thing we're born with called imagination.

For days, I've been having my doubts about my new fanfic and how it's going to work because I just had the dream, and a bit of a beginning plan, but nothing else to go on. I figured out one thing, but had my doubts again that it would make sense and that made all my planning take a screeching halt on the Depressed Writer's Block runway. But today, I was trying desperately to think of any more ideas before my inspiration and willingness to do the project went under. In a spurt of adrenaline and inspiration sent from the Supreme Being in the Sky, I finally found some closure. I mapped out a plot line that actually finished the story in the way I wanted to, with a few background details that explained enough of the plot point decision that it didn't make me feel like a useless writer-of-crap. I felt overly giddy when I finished because I knew my idea wasn't going down the toilet like so many other of my potential projects. I only hope that I continue on in keeping this idea alive as I try to cram in writing time for myself when I'm not busy doing work and not screwing around with my time by watching dumb videos online (it happens).

So, as I stood in the freezing weather at the end of the day in my snuggly, warm Eskimo coat, I felt relieved that I didn't simply give up like I did with infinite projects before. I will try to get more stuff on FanFiction when I get the chance. Hopefully, this stuff will be okay and you guys won't hate me for it.

By the way, I'm not telling you anything more about what I created as the plot line of this project! HA! :P

<3, RS

Skyfall vs. Dark Knight

So, I saw Skyfall this weekend....
And it was okay...

I'M JUST KIDDING!!! IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

But still, I couldn't help notice something similar about the plot of Skyfall to another beloved classic called The Dark Knight. You know, that movie that came out a couple of years ago that blew everyone's minds with the complexity that just worked so well, and earned Heath Ledger the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor (after he sadly died). I'm not saying that Skyfall is another Dark Knight, for those who haven't seen it, but there are some elements that are sneaking their way into this new Bond movie.

So, I'll give you the link for the comparisons. If you don't want to spoil the movies for yourself, you don't have to click it, but I suggest for those who've seen both movies to check it out.

Live long, and always keep it shaken, not stirred.
<3, RS

P.S. Here are the comparisons!

Blizzard of Glass

A blizzard of glass feels like a million tiny knives cutting you to pieces
It cuts away your hair,
Your skin,
Your heart,
Your soul
I guess it feels like when something hurts you deep inside
A blizzard of glass comes from a desert of shards,
A building in ruins,
An evil heart, turned black as the years toll by
You feel the malice of the blades each time it slices a part of you
It destroys your happiness,
Your hopes, your dreams
It takes everything away from you in a flash of blinding light as the blades fly towards you
The blinding whiteness turns a deep red as they collide with you,
Into you,
Sinking deeper into your being until there’s nothing left to call your own
Beware the blizzard of hateful glass

Photo credit of maladresse.deviantart.com

FanFiction.net Update

Well, that took quicker than I ever thought....

Here's the profile page that I lovingly possess. Right now, it isn't much, but I'll update it to look all fancy. ;)

http://www.fanfiction.net/~rosiespencer

<3, RS

ZOMGANOTHERWRITINGIDEA!!!! :D

I just thought of it this morning and I don't know whether to be gleeful, insane, worried, or scared for what'll happen with this idea. But before I explain the idea, I need to tell you the dream I had:

Well, to be honest, I was already dreaming about something else that I can barely remember anymore. But in the middle of all that, I randomly thought "Hmm...what would happen if the Beast didn't survive in 'Beauty and the Beast'?" And the dream that I had before turned into this whole universe of Gaston running the castle (or a castle: the whole castle layout was different in my dream) and Belle being trapped in this relationship with him. And throughout this whole time, the forest around the castle (or at least, in my dream) was dying and decaying into this wasteland of dead plants and even lava (don't ask, it was a dream for God's sake!) and they were arguing in opera (which I thought was pretty cool) that Gaston was destroying the forest in an abstract way and that Belle had no authority or some weird ish like that and then I woke up when I wanted to hear what Gaston sounded like when he was singing in an operatic argument. :(

After that, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Even after I woke up, I spent several minutes just lying in my bed thinking about that weird section of my dream. I practically spent most of today with my ear buds in, listening to non-distracting music and occasional static from the radio, with a pillow put over my ears just so I could concentrate over this idea. I would just pause in the middle of walking to go get some cereal to think about how this idea could be expanded.

And so, I've come to the conclusion that I'll try and go with this idea. I won't tell you anything more than what I explained from my dream, 'cause when I do that, I typically jinx the whole project on myself. But I hope to give you guys some excerpts, if I don't get bored/stuck/feel like this is total shit and try and recuperate by watching way too much TV, etc. I also thought on signing up on FanFiction.com for some more constructive outlet. If I fail to do so, I always have this blog and you viewers to judge my life based on my creativity (just kidding). But if I manage to man up and sign up, I'll give you my profile to follow and lovingly idolize (just kidding again, I'm not forcing you. But seriously, IDOLIZE YOUR GOD, RS!)

Now, I have to find the right information, the right place to start this crapfest of fanfic, and find my creativity/courage to start writing this damn thing. IMAGINATION HO!

Until then, I hope you'll be kind to me, my blog, and my writings, because no one likes haters.
<3, RS

MERRY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!! :)

Happy Turkey Day, my American readers! In the spirit of the holiday, I'll tell you what I'm thankful for in my life and how they've made my life for what it is today.

First of all, I am thankful for my loving family, who've always been there for me when I needed help and the occasional hug. I'm thankful for all they've given me: life, a good education, a sense of humor, all their love, and for the fact that they still have faith in the good (and sometimes the bad) that I do. Mom, Dad, thanks for all you've done for me. I love you!

Secondly, I'm thankful for my friends, who somehow have stayed with me even though I'm sometimes hard to deal with and sometimes a huge dork over the tiniest things. I'm glad for their own individual personalities, their sense of humor, the way they laugh when I tell a joke, and for their commitment to be my friend for however many years now. I love you guys and I can't wait to see what the future brings for us!

Third, I'm thankful for my health. It hasn't always been the best, but I've struggled through with the hiccups and dealt with the mishaps. I'm thankful for my medical help because I wouldn't be here without it and life wouldn't be the same. It would be like the movie "It's a Wonderful Life" sans the Jimmy Stewart backstory. Anyway, I'm thankful for my good health and that I've made it as long as this. :)

Fourthly, I'm thankful for books. Good God, am I thankful for books!!! Without them, my dad wouldn't have read anything to me at a very young age, thus I would have never developed a taste for reading and writing, thus I would have never written anything creative OR have built a small library of books for myself, thus I would never have created thus blog at all!!! Anyway, I'm thankful for the little adventures they give me every time I open a book and I'm thankful for those unforgettable classics that have impacted many lives and shaped World Literature for what it is for today. For that person who thought of the brilliant idea for a book and for those who have contributed to shaping the ever-growing library of Books Throughout History, I SALUTE YOU!!!

Speak of the Devil, I'm also thankful for my creativity and what I've done with it ever since I learned how to read and write. My mind is a lot healthier in terms of my imagination and I'm grateful for the things that I've produced with that imagination. It helps me thingk of solutions to problems (even if they're wrong) and it helps me think of other dimensions/universes/situations that haven't been thought of before. I'm incredibly grateful that my mind hasn't crumbled into the typical modern minds of iPhones, Droids, or Samsung Galaxy S'.

Another thing I'm grateful for is the sound of a/more than one cat purring. I know it sounds weird when you first read it, but think about it: the sound of a small little motorboat inside a living and breathing cat is one of the best sounds to hear in the world! It calms you down and gives you a sense if tranquility, plus the feeling that you're doing a good job with the cat/s you're taking care of. I love those little furballs and the appreciation for what I do for them every single day. <3

Finally, I'm thankful for you readers of this blog. Thank you so much for dealing with my psychotic episodes, random thoughts, and rants about how the world sometimes sucks. Thank you so much for sticking with me since the first post of CVON and I hope to see you viewers in the future!



<3, RS



P.S. I'm also thankful for our troops, those who help and for the spirit of America. LONG LIVE 'MERICA!!!! ;)