Thursday, December 23, 2004

Don't you know there's only one more sleep 'til Christmas...
And I have discovered something: it is not a good thing to wait this long to go Christmas shopping. Check this space tomorrow to see if I'm still sane...
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

   Children sleeping
Snow is softly falling
Dreams are calling
Like bells in the distance

We were dreamers
Not so long ago
But one by one
We all had to grow up

When it seemed the magic slipped away
We find it all again on Christmas Day

Believe in what your heart is saying
Hear the melody that's playing
There's no time to waste
There's so much to celebrate

Believe in what you feel inside
And give your dreams the wings to fly
You have everything you need
If you just believe

Trains move quickly
To their journey's end
Destinations
Are where we begin again

Ships go sailing
Far across the sea
Trusting starlight
To get where they need to be

When it seems that we have lost our way
We find ourselves again on Christmas Day


Believe in what your heart is saying
Hear the melody that's playing
There's no time to waste
There's so much to celebrate

Believe in what you feel inside
And give your dreams the wings to fly
You have everything you need
If you just believe

If you just believe
If you just believe
If you just believe
Just believe
Just believe

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Monday, December 20, 2004

   Ok...so once again, I was incorrect. I do not have the next part of my story up yet. But here...watch this!

Ozy pulls a device out of her pocket that looks like a remote control...but get that thought out of your head, for this is NOT a remote control. Really.

She points it at the gaping hole, clicks a button, and the whole hole freezes. Ringo gasps.

"'ow'd you do that, luv?" Ozy winks.

"Don't get to be a Rifter unless you have some tricks up your sleeve. It'll stay frozen until after Christmas..." She loops an arm into one of Ringo's, and starts dragging him back to the Treehouse. "Wanna go caroling?"

There. Wasn't that easy? And more interesting than the actual explanation: I'm too busy to write! Heh heh...I leave you with one of my favorite movie quotes:

"Well, I've wrestled with reality for thirty-five years, Doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it."
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Friday, December 17, 2004

I will probably have part to of my Adventure with Ringo poasted tonight...yay for me...I'm DONE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Ozy's Top 15 Favorite Movies Of All Time
1. Mr Smith goes to Washington
2. The Lord of the Rings
3. Casablanca
4. It's a Wonderful Life
5. Harvey
6. Help!
7. Key Largo
8. Pirates of the Caribbean
9. Cheaper by the Dozen
10. The Muppet Movie
11. Singing in the Rain
12. Freaky Friday
13. The Rocky and Bullwinkle Movie
14. Jim Henson's Jack and the Beanstalk, the True Story
15. The Sound of Music
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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

   I now take this break from the ongoing drama of Pantera to give you this announcement:

TWO DAYS! TWO DAY! I only have to work two more days!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I will miss parts of it...my regular customers, certain coworkers, and also the spending money...ok, mostly the spending money...I'm such a mercenary...

With one of my paychecks, I bought RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE Tsubasa (I love writing it that way...it's so cool! ^_^ )(Proof that Ozy is easily amused...).

Anyway, Tsubasa is a very cool AU story by CLAMP, and it involves the characters Syaoran and Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura, somewhat older. It's very good, and the art is beautiful...of course, though, it's CLAMP, so something would be wrong if it wasn't beautiful. If you have 12 bucks burning a hole in your pocket, I would definatly recommend this series.
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Thursday, December 9, 2004

Oops, I did it again…

A.K.A. The Story behind The Post.

“… I guess you could call it a Revolution Number Nine?” I typed the last line of that sentence into Pewter, fully expecting something to crash.

And something did – a drum roll, the kind appropriate only for incredibly corny lines. I smirked. Vash’s at it again…I didn’t bother to turn.

“Thank you, Vash. Since when have you played the drums?”


“Who said that was Vash?” Uh-oh. Unfamiliar voice, unfamiliar voice…warning…unfamiliar voice with accent…all systems on red alert…I spun in my chair. If I have learned nothing else in my two years working for the Temporal Consistency Department, I have learned that paranoia pays off…but not this time. I shrieked the instant I saw the owner of the unfamiliar voice.

“Aah! Ringo?!? How'd YOU get here?” Yep. Standing smugly in the center of my living room was Ringo Starr; floppy mustache, orange-flowered shirt, pink and purple striped bell bottoms and all. He smirked.

“Don't ask silly questions, luv.” For once, I was tongue-tied. I am never tongue tied, but now…now I was doing the mental equivalent of stammering. I spun around in my chair to finish my post.

Act normal, act normal…

“Okaaay. As you can tell, things are gonna get weird 'round here again...”

Boy, if THAT ain’t an understatement…

“Looks like you cats and kits are in for a real trip...you dig?

Peace out,

Ozy.”

And, submit.

I clicked the submit button before spinning my chair around again.

“You – you’re really Ringo Starr?” The Beatle in question nodded.

“That’d be me.” I sputtered, torn between Civic Duty and Dazed Fan Girl. Do I beg for an autograph, or try to figure out how he got here so I don’t get fired? For once, Civic Duty won out.

“But you’re human! An – an - three dee doesn’t work in my dimension! How is that possible? Unless…” A small nagging doubt crept into my mind. I didn’t remember the REAL Ringo Starr wearing THAT outfit…

“Where are you from?”

“What d’you mean, where am I from? I’m from England. Don’t you know anything?” Ooh. Mr. Ringo had a smart-mouth. I didn’t really remember that from all the viewings of Yellow Submarine. I hurried to explain.

“No, I mean, where were you before you were here?”

“Pepperland, of course.”

Pepperland! Dazed Fan Girl made a reappearance.

“How’d you get here?” Ringo shrugged.

“Was drivin’ me sub when this hole showed up. Couldn’t turn, so here I am.” My eyes gained the approximate size of saucers.

“The sub’s here?” Ringo nodded. I bolted for the door. “THE SUB’S HERE! THE SUB’S HERE!” I cheered at the top of my lungs, not worried about waking my neighbors. They’re used to it, between me an’ Vash’s late night DDR parties, Reece’s attempts at starting a punk band…Grunge and Deke’s little catastrophe with the Time Machine. And besides. This was THE sub…and it was there, in all its sub-ish glory. Only there was one problem…

“Er…Ringo?”

“Yes, luv?”

“What did that to the sub?” The Yellow Submarine had ceased to be yellow. It was a sickly, off white color; no contrast, no brightness. All the vibrancy had been sucked out. Ringo pointed to the sky.

“That did.” I turned to look in the direction he pointed, and couldn’t help but gasp. Half the sky was taken up by a swirling, whirling vortex of color, every color of the rainbow, and then some. The colors would’ve been beautiful…if it hadn’t been for the center of the vortex. In the center, the colors were being blended into one hideous grey-ish, green-ish blue.

“Is that your ‘hole’?” Ringo shook his head, pointing off towards a smaller version of the vortex.

“Nope. That little one’s me own. That one belongs to…Someone Else.”

“Oh, boy…”

To Be Continued…
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Oops, I did it again...
Oh, yeah...wrong singer.

I found "Yellow Submarine"on DVD, and in celebration of making 9 million screen captures as soon as it gets here, I have redone my site for the 9 millionth time. I guess you could call it a Revolution Number Nine?

*Drum crash*

Thank you, Vash. Since when have you played the drums?

*Unknown voice*: Who said that was Vash?

Aah! Ringo?!? How'd YOU get here?

Ringo: Don't ask silly questions, luv.

Okaaay. As you can tell, things are gonna get weird 'round here again...looks like you cats and kits are in for a real trip...you dig?

Peace out,

Ozy
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Monday, December 6, 2004

   Free as a Bird...

I am now officially in my last two weeks of employment at McDonalds. The constraints on my time are going to be transferred from burgers to college classes, but there will be a few weeks in between the two slaveries - er...learning experiences. In honor, I give you this song: Free, as a bird It's the next best thing to me Free as a bird Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly Like a bird on wings Whatever happened to the love that we once knew Can we really live without each other When did we loose the touch That seemed to mean so much It always made me feel so Free, as a bird It's the next best thing to me Free as a bird Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly Like a bird on wings Whatever happened to the love that we once knew Always made me feel so Free Free, as a bird It's the next best thing to me Free as a bird Free as a bird Free as a bird Free... Of course, I have to survive the next 9 days...*Crosses fingers, while loading the Flamethrower of Doom in case of hasty retreat being necessary.*

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Saturday, December 4, 2004

  

Ok. I just got two PMs telling me that two of my wallpapers were deleted due to plagarism. I don't quite know what wallpapers they were, but I wanted you all to know that, if it turns out that other people had wallpapers that were remarkably simular or identical to the one that were deleted, the plagarism was NOT intended, at least not on my part. I care to much for my artistic integrity to copy someone else's wallpaper. Thank you, Ozy

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