What is this I don't even--

The soft rains. They will come.

2010-10-25T08:01:00.000-07:00

Alright. There are a lot of things that scare me.
But this. . . This is on the list of things that scare me the most.
I thought I should share with you guys to see what you think.
Do YOU find it scary?

Behind the story of this video:
"There Will Come Soft Rains" is a short story by science fiction author Ray Bradbury which was included in the collection The Martian Chronicles. I myself actually have yet to read it, but from the sounds of it, it sounds like a pretty good read.

The title comes from Sara Teasdale's poem, "There Will Come Soft Rains", The theme of the poem is that nature will survive after humanity is gone, reflecting the theme of the story; that even the vast cities of humanity will eventually be reclaimed by nature.

Alright. Alright. . . I'm okay with this. . . Lets begin.

The robot.

It cooks. No big deal right?
Lets wake the humans up.

Ah? Alright. . . I can see what the humans have to deal with.

Come on people, this isn't some alarm clock you can just igno--

WHAT THE SHIT.

OH GOD-- NOT THE CHILDREN TOO--

GRANDMA NOOOOO!

GAH--! ALRIGHT!! LETS PAUSE FOR A SECOND--
This story takes place in a household in Allendale, California after a nuclear war has wiped out the population. Though the family is dead, the automated house which took care of the family still functions. The house makes breakfast, disposes of it uneaten, and performs various domestic tasks. It freaks me right the hell out man. FUCKING ROBOTS. AND THEIR ABILITY. . . TO. . . NOT DIE. . . LIKE HUMANS. . . I don't even--
LETS CONTINUE!


A PILE OF ASHES CAN'T PRAY. ;__; S--Stupid robot.

N--New years . . . ;__;

. . . Well fuck. . .


The bird trying to fly out of the fake window is one of the saddest images I have ever seen.

TL;DR? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
GO BACK AND WATCH IT.
YOU'LL THANK ME.
. . . maybe . . .

>mfw the cock has long since crowed.

"And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."
It scares me, because it's true.
It's true. ;__;

I'm a night owl.

2010-10-24T05:06:00.000-07:00

Alright guys, my sleep schedule is all screwed up.
So, I'm finallllly going to bed right now.
Ever since school ended for me and moved away from home,
I've really had nothing better to do.
So my life right now consists of sitting in the house, or occasionally going outside.
But. . . .unfortunately. . . it's getting much too cold for me to go outside as of now
I'm a pussy. I hate the cold. I hate winter.

>mfw winter hits

I can't really do much for a job right now-- because. . .
I basically live in the middle of nowhere, without a car,
and the next closest town is about an hour away. . . by car. . .
My math is terrible so I have no clue how long that would be by foot. . .

ANYWAYS.
This is a song I really like.
I've found It helps me sleep.
The lyrics are really beautiful.
But then again, I'm just weird.
Welp, I'm off to sleep then~
See yah' guys later~

SOVIET POOH IS BEST POOH!

2010-10-23T06:41:00.000-07:00

Hahaha! Today I happened to run across something my grandparents made me watch as a little child.
An old Russian adaption of Winnie-the-Pooh by Soyuzmultfilm.
Turns out I watched a lot of Soyuzmultfilm shorts as a kid. . . You might have too?

Pretty much the Soviet Tom and Jerry, only with more shota.


COME AT ME BRO!

Getting back on track-- I found this--

Winnie-the-Pooh, ( transcribed in Russian as "Vinni Pukh" )

Vinni Pukh.
Apparently there's only like. . . three shorts.
You've got the very beginning where Pooh uses balloons to steal honey from the bees,
the second story based on Pooh going to visit Rabbit and getting stuck in his house,
And lastly the one where Eeyore looses his tail.

This version is charming in his own way, but much different than ours.

Pooh is stout, dark brown, and has the gravelly voice of a chain smoker.

Rabbit gained glasses and resembles the Trix cereal rabbit.
Must be his foreign cousin.

Piglet and Eeyore are adorable

While Owl seems to be gender confused.

Just kidding.
Turns out he's not really gender confused but-- was portrayed as a girl in the Russian adaption.
"Sova" is the Russian word for "Owl" It's more feminine and more commonly used than "Filin" the Russian word for "male owl".

I find it adorable, and the very faulty translation makes it even cuter!


Winnie: Cool? So how do I look like? Piglet: You look like a bear Which is flying on a balloon Winnie: Don't I look like a small cloud? Piglet: No, actually.

Did I mention that Piglet has a gun?

Overall, I always thought the American Pooh sounded sleepy when he talked. . . just REALLY slow-minded.
This one is always mirthfully talking about seemingly random stuff.
Dosen't mean that I don't love Ameri!Pooh any less, I just find Soviet!Pooh more entertaining.

HERE'S THE LINK TO THE FIRST STORY IN CASE YOU WANT TO CHECK IT OUT~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqdiEUp6s4E

P-P-P-POKEMON MASTER.

2010-10-22T06:03:00.000-07:00

Oh man, my friend told me I should do this.
I really put more thought than I needed to into it.
I. . . I really love pokemon.

ANYWAYS! LETS GET ON WITH IT~!

Name: Coriander

Age: 18

Birthday: May 1st

Favorite pokemon: The whole Charmander evolution line. They've been with me since day one. They're my bro's and I wouldn't trade any of them for the world.

Favorite region: I'm a sucker for Johto and Kanto.

I've also heard some good things about Isshu.

I mean. . . just LOOK how cool it is. It's apparently based off of new york and crap.

Favorite Character(s): Oh man, Blue and Red.

I also like Ethan, Petrel, Proton and Wally

Lets not forget about Brock, Misty, Jessie, James and Tracey.

I'm done picking favorites I swear. . .

Favorite Pokemon Type(s):

Favorite Starter(s): Charmander, Totodile and Mijumaru.

Favorite Gym Leader / Elite Four(s): Aaron, Whitney and Lt.Surge.

Least Favorite Pokemon: D--Don't get me started. . .
These things. . .

Least Favorite Region: I Don’t really have one;;

Least Favorite Character(s): May, Dawn and Isis

Least Favorite Type:

Least Favorite Starter: Chikorita, Torchic and Piplup

Least Favorite Gym Leader / Elite Four(s): Lance. There's no question-- nngh--

Generation 1 - 4 Team :

Generation 5 Team:

I REMEMBER THESE THINGS. . . wait a minute . . .

2010-10-21T15:15:00.000-07:00

So I was cleaning and I run across this tiny tin full of junk.

I decide to open the tin.

I find something that threw me for a little nostalgia trip.

I don't have a clue if I'm the only one . . . young and stupid enough to remember these things, so you guys tell me.

The batteries in my camera are dead, so I'm going to have to turn to google images for help.

THESE THINGS

Yeah? These things?

Hahah! Hit clips.

The battery still works so I decided to take a listen.

I squeed a little bit at all the memories I had with this thing .

Then it hit me. . . These things used to run for about 8 bucks.

But that's not what made me think "WHY GOD, WHY WAS I SO STUPID?"

The little music . . . CD thing? Yeah. That little cartridge used to run for about $3.99.

It isn't even the WHOLE song. It's about like-- a 30 second clip of the song, and depending on the song, it's the edited version of the original.

But you know. . . this WAS late. . . 90's, early 2000's or whatever. . . and only the rich kids had computers and money to go spend on the actual CD's.
I know most kids are stupid, but why try to . . . rip them off like that?
It just makes me laugh.

2010-10-21T00:20:00.000-07:00

I saw this, and now I really wish my Nintendo 64 still worked.
I'm sure it's a pretty easy fix. . . or you know. . . I could always buy another one.

This minigame and the Drowzee one always used to piss me right the hell off.
I never got the hang of it.
I'd probably still fail at it.
OH POKEMON STADIUM, HOW I MISS YOU.

Be careful what you wish for.

2010-10-20T20:23:00.000-07:00

Auugh-- I found this and I don't know what to think--
I'm scared man, scared.

Be careful what you wish for.
By: invadernebu.deviantart.com

Perhaps taking this dare wasn’t the best idea, Lyra figured.
It didn’t seem too horrible when it was presented. Even so, it seemed too cliché to seem frightening. Now that she had thought about it, Ethan had almost forgotten the fact how creepy the ruins were.
Oh, what was she even thinking? They were ruins – of course they were going to be scary! There was absolutely no sign of life. The only audible sound was her footsteps reverberating off the cold ground.
Overgrown weeds snaked between cracks in the wall, waiting for some poor human to stumble over them. It was horridly dark inside the ruins, and she was glad she had remembered her flashlight.
Lyra sighed, frowning. Ethan was the one to pull dares, yes, but it was a bit odd of him to make her go through something like this. He knew how timid she was, anyway. How rude of him.
The flashlight shone upon the walls, primordial language of the world engraved into them. They were called Unown, weren’t they? Quite the odd Pokemon, they were, having one each for every letter of the alphabet. Old legends were very interesting to her, but she preferred to read them out of a textbook.
Well, Lyra’s time was almost up, at least. She was nearly done with this silly dare. As she went to explore another section, her shin slammed into the wall. Her vocabulary a bit colorful, the flashlight clattered against the ground, batteries rolling into the dark corners.
Oh god, now what was she going to do? She couldn’t see! Lyra fumbled for her Pokegear. Sure, the light source was hardly adequate, but it’d be better than stumbling around in the dark. It was still on the radio card as she turned it on.
Instead of the normal music, strange, garbled static floated from the speakers. That… that wasn’t right. In a panic, she flipped through every station, receiving the same noise as before. The radio worked in caves, didn’t it? Why wouldn’t it work in here?
Calling Ethan rude names wasn’t like her, but Lyra could care less at the moment. Having a panic attack was something she really didn’t need at the moment. Her shin was still stinging in pain, hampering her movements.
Where was the entrance? Whines were echoing throughout the ruins; she wasn’t even sure where she came in! What was going to happen next – would some creepy old spirit pop out of the wall? Would she slip and land in blood?
She sat to rest, feeling scared and alone. No way to even tell where she was supposed to go, nonetheless find the exit. Ethan was going to pay for this.
“Why can’t something bad happen to him?” She hissed. “This place is horrible…” She should have said no. What right-minded person went to ruins on Halloween? It was an awfully stupid idea..
While every bad thought at Ethan went through her mind, the Unown stirred, floating off their places from the wall. Distraught, she didn’t even bother to notice anything.
A wish, a wish, someone needed their assistance! Many horrible things could be wished upon a human being, yes. But what could make it more fun?
The Unown squeaked excitedly, glowing with energy. After they helped the poor girl escape, their fun would begin…
—
The next day, Ethan awoke. He had to apologize to Lyra; she was so shaken and upset from that dare last night.
“Hey, mom? I’m going to see Lyra!” He called. His mother didn’t acknowledge him – as a matter of fact, it was as though she didn’t even hear him.
“Mom?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, going to raise his hand. He sputtered, unable to form any proper words. His hand was see-through! Ethan rushed back upstairs, noticing another odd thing: the pictures of him were gone. They were just empty spaces on the wall.
Creepily enough, his room wasn’t the same – it was only a guest room, with a standard four-poster bed in the corner. He checked to see if he still had his Pokegear. Nope. No bag, pokeballs, or anything else. His team was gone.
He wasn’t dead, right?! If he had passed away somehow, wouldn’t there be flowers everywhere, pictures in his honor?
No one in the town mentioned him. No seemed to know he had vanished. At Elm’s lab, Cyndaquil’s pokeball was still in place, untouched. An extra Pokedex was sitting on the table adjacent to it.
The fact hit him like a ton of bricks: his existence in this world was no more. He held no kinship with Lyra – she wasn’t his neighbor, or his childhood friend. No longer was he a part of Johto – and the rest of the world.
Could this even be reversed? How did this even happen? Ethan slumped against the wall of his “house”, forever wiped out of existence.
Back at the Ruins of Alph, the Unown shrieked with joy. Another wish of a human being was fulfilled.

(; ﾟДﾟ)/ IT BEGINS

2010-10-20T14:05:00.000-07:00

Hey guys~!

I don't know you and you don't know me,

But I thought it was time I got one of these,

since you know. . . almost everyone has one.

Thought I'd jump the bandwagon.

I'm pretty sure I'll have this place figured out in no time after I screw around with things for a while.

I don't exactly know what I'm going to keep everyone up to date on, but. . . I'll think of something, I swear!

UNTIL THEN!