Monday, November 19, 2007

   301
Yeah, so I got over three hundred hits. I'm shocked that many poor people have seen this page.

Well, I'm on break all week. No classes, so awesome. We're doing a lot of work with Epic because of this. I'm not calling today or tomorrow, but after that Jess and Bobby go on break. We'll finish the Halloween episode and probably start working on the first. We've been doing a sort of timeline. We've figured a lot of stuff out so that's good. We've got a lot of stuff going on with Porqe, Adellenine, Wheeler, and Leroy. Which means we had to come up with Porqe's rival, Kaspar. Kaspar has Phyre and Swift as his flunkies and all three of them are falconers. I love falconry so much but haven't had a chance to use it until Epic. So, I've got the Merridam family who are the master falconers of the world. People get their birds from them and get trained by them. Adellenine's an exception. She stole her bird from them and figured out how to train her by herself. So their relationship isn't very typical.

The birds (raptors) seen in Epic are:

Sallya; Adellenine's female white gyrfalcon. I picked a female because they're bigger, heavier, and more aggressive. Gyrfalcons have been seen dive-bombing bears. They're tough birds.

Alaqua; Kaspar's female harpy eagle. This one was female on a coin toss but I'm glad. The females are larger, heavier, and more aggressive. I picked the harpy because when I was little before I even knew falconry was still around I wanted a harpy eagle because I thought they were pretty. I got teased, but in a way I've got a harpy eagle now, so there. These are big powerful birds. I saw the feet on one that was a hunter, the talons are bigger then a grizzly bear claw.

Keefe; Phyre's female blue eagle. This was a female on a coin toss too. When I was doing my research on falconry, I saw a picture of this guy flying a really awesome huge blue bird. He said it was a Chilean blue eagle. I don't know much about them yet and I've only found a few pictures. Epic doesn't have Chili, that's why I just called it a blue eagle.

Galahad; Swift's male kestrel. Swift is the runner for the group so his raptor had to be a lot small. This was also a coin toss for gender. Galahad is really a Madagacar kestrel, but Madagascar doesn't exsit in Epic. Madagascar kestrels look almost exactly like sparrows. They're really cute.

Victorin; Jedrek's black falcon. You only see Victorin for a couple seconds in Aurelius's backstory. Jedrek was adopted by the Merridam family. Black falcons are very very black. They're really scary looking when thy're ticked off. When they're babies they're colored a bit like ducklings. They're pretty cute.

I decided that Duscha's future husband has a swallow-tailed kite, but I don't have to worry about it. Poor Duscha, she's afraid of birds. Like terrified. She got a bird stuck in her hair once when she was younger. I kind of think it was Ah-nee and Ai's fault.

Yeah, so, that's it for the birds. It's very cool looking at all this stuff. It reminds me of when I was little when I'd hang around the local raptor re-ablitator. He had a kestrel that he couldn't release because it was hit by a car. It was so cute. My dad said he used to bring it to work and fly him at lunch. Well, that's it.

SGAH
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Sunday, November 18, 2007

   sstrht
English post. Blah.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, I LOVE this song!!!!! Van Halen's Runnin' With The Devil. Awesome to drive to. Love speeding. Van Halen rocks!

Sorry, it came on just as I started setting this up. It's still playing so I'm slightly distracted. I know what my next song on here will be. Okay, it's done. So, I had to go to the mall with my mom, sister, and her friend. I get sick when I go out with my sister. Like, I get migrains. I think it's because she's really annoying. It's really really bad when it's her, my cousin, my aunt, and my grandmother. I'm like dead then. But, yeah, the whole ride down we had to listen to her "buzz ballets" CD. I, obviously, like rock so I think she was trying to be helpful there. That could've been a lot worse and I didn't feel like someone smashed a bat into my skull yet, so it was okay. That was the most I've talked to her in a year and the most I've ever spoken to her friend. I made sure to say I wanted to go to Philly for Thanksgiving a few times so she can tell it to my aunt and grandmother when they flip out. I do want to go to Philly, I just don't want to fly and I wouldn't mind not being around the family. Bitter, bitter, bitter. Christmas is going to be...you know. Such a disfunctional family all together, and only miles away from the other half of the same side. Divorce, it's not pretty. Ooh, and guess who gets to make everything all better?

Okay, this is going to get nasty if I keep going that way. Back to the mall. So, the ride down wasn't completely horrible. The mall itself wasn't so bad for the first hour, but then it was. Being dragged around by my sister to all the rich stores that smell bad. We can't afford the rich stores. I don't know why she thinks we can. Well, they can't afford the rich stores. For some strange reason I'm always completely loaded with cash. My parents actually owe me a hundred dollars. So does some guy in New York. He lost a bet. With my tax it's probably about five hundred now. Yeah, I'll tax you. You can't just borrow money from me and expect it to be easy. If it's paid back in the same month then there's nothing extra. It's just a way to make sure it comes back.

Right, so, the mall started getting bad after about an hour. I don't like slow people. Same with driving. Yeah, I saw one thing I liked but we didn't buy it. My sister ran off to another one of her rich stores. She left the mall with a bunch of clothes and perfume. I got nothing. That's actually very typical. I haven't gotten anything since I was thirteen, this is inclueding Christmas and my birthday. I get a check and a card, that's it. I went to the mall to buy jeans. They don't have jeans. They got fake stuff. I want real denim so I don't rip it. I'm sort of hard like that. I've got one pair that has a small groove in it. It's not a hole, but it would've been in a fake pair. Yeah, I got that from a saw blade. Life's crazy.

So, coming back was when I got the massive headache. I heard a Bon Jovi song but that was the only good thing. Headlights, my sister's horrible music blasting because she's deaf in that way. I told her my brain cells must be dying, since she was asking me how to get brain cells multiplying and what kills them earlier. She got all mad and said I couldn't ever go to a concert. That's not true, I just can't go to any bad concerts. And she's saying stuff, calling me the 'b' word, and somehow we got on scared. I said she was afraid of everything, which is very true, and she got mad. Called me the 'b' word a few more times. I swear it's a pet name now. But, then I won because I reminded hr about the time she heard her own voice on the answering machine and thought it was a ghost. Shouldn't be killing those brain cells with bad music.

SGAH
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Thursday, November 15, 2007

   countries
I'm so sick of posting all the time. Stupid English!

So, I've got nothing to say really. Been watching some stuff on mobs and horrific crimes. I'm trying to prepare for when I write Adellenine's backstory. Yeah, I still haven't done that even though I said I'd start months ago. This stuff will help with Borelis's and Aurora's backstories too, even though I'm just writing one backstory for the both of them. This is when having related characters comes in handy. And I don't have to do backstory on the von Bavol since I've been doing Zephyr history. The von Bavol family pretty much is Zephyr. Zhek and Koji's stories end up coming together, and then running into Ah-nee and Ai's. Nayeli doesn't need a backstory. Inay and Caleb's backstory will be interesting. Inay's seven years older so I don't think I can put them together. I need to do a lot of work on Rixari before I do anything with them though.

Epic has a lot of countries all with different nationalities. So, we're spliting them up to work on them. I got Zephyr, Byely, Tshilaba, Rixari, Emboidery, Roux, Amerique, Milano, and Teapot so far. I'm an expert on Zephyr, I still need to work more on the others. Yeah, we named the countries really randomly. Zephyr is Greek for wind or west wind. Byely is Russian for white. Tshilaba is Romani for seeker of knowledge. Rixari is Latin for scuffle. Emboidery was a type of needle near me at the time. Roux is red hair in French. Amerique (spelled wrong I'm sure) is America in French. Milano was the kind of cookie I was eating when I had to name the country. Teapot is what was sitting next to me when I had to name the country. I have one more but I forgot what it was.

We work on some countries together. Strawberry is probably a clear favorite among all of us so we all come up with things for it. We'll probably all work on Button and Smidgen too. Yeah, some of the names are really out there weird. We've a place call Crossword. Most of the completely random ones are my fault.

So, Zephyr is a very small windy country between the coastal Plyash and...Milano, I'm pretty sure. Most of it is surrounded by mountians and it's got a small river with the delta taking up most of the far fields. It's perfect for growing crops and raising livestock. Zephyrians all have dark hair of any color and light eyes of any color (except Ai). Zephyr is actually a pretty young country, only one hundred forty seven years old. Zephyr's got big swallows, like the kind you see down in Mexico.

I got the government and other stuff dealing with the seven noble families but I'm not putting it up. I think this is pretty much it.

SGAH
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

   blahg
It took me all day but I got those horrible poems out of the way. Now I just have to practice my Algebra when I wake up. I almost put alchemy instead of Algebra. Yes, I've got to practice my alchemy for this afternoon. Blah, I'm out of it. I need the posts for English.

So, My Italian Sonnet is about mobsters. It took me six hours. I can't rhyme, it's annoying. So, after I wrote it I found out it needed all this other junk and was supposed to be comparing two things that are really diffent but somehow the same.
Blinded by passions,
not all is unknown.
Hatred is the most shown.
Atrocious transactions,
there are no questions,
keep silent or be blown.
Must protect your own,
from wrongful temptations.
So, that's the first half and I'm supposed to compare it to the second half.
There are no moles,
only lowly rats,
who betray the prick.
Watch for the holes,
dug for the combats.
Now in the thick.
Ugh, it's all so horrible. I hate poetry so much. I'm dreading having to critque other people. The free verse one was a little easier because it had no rules. I made it about Mica and Beryl Masters from Beryl's point of view. I like the title, but that's it. I called it; Semi-Precious Stones. Not creative, but I think it's funny. I tried to cleverly hide thier ages and time in there but failed. Oh well, I knew this was an 'F' section to start with.

Thrown aside before morals in place,
you were my soul protector.
The best doting brother by day,
at night you were a known terror.
Master of the double life,
brother I would’ve never knew.
When I was just reciting colors,
you were fiddling with wires to make an engine roar.
Always afraid when you’re gone,
hearing sounds of scattered shells beneath my window
that I believe was thunder,
I once tried to find you.
Deafening sound, point blank buckshot,
a nightmare come to light.
I realized that you were fine,
and joined you by your side.
The gun was my new life.

Hacked the ending, just wanted to end it. I actually never said Mica's ages, but I did say Beryl's. The very first line says he's three and the seventh said he was six. Actually, the ninth line says he's nine but in the twelveth line he's ten. Mica's ages went from eight to eleven to fourteen, and then fifteen.

Refresher on Mica: His parents abandonned him and Beryl when they were eight and three. Mica became a pick-pocket to get them by. When he was eleven he started robbing cars and houses. When he was fourteen he became a hired gun. When he was fifteen Beryl got out of the house to find him because he was scared. He saw Mica shoot a man point blank in the chest with buckshot, Mica's perfered weapon. Beryl later became Mica's right hand man when he became a "boss".

Scary stuff. Mica is the reason no one should listen to rap. Ten/eleven hour car ride with only bad rap, that's where he came from. Copywrite Blue Swallow Productions, but seriously, Mica...ew.

SGAH
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

   poetry
Poetry...ew. I've got to type up two poems, post them, and comment on other peoples. Comments...it'll end up being like 'oh, good poem, but I don't like that it's a poem'. I don't know why I don't like poetry so much, I just don't. Maybe I'll try to make one about mobsters, that'd be weird.

Oh, speaking of weird, I was fighting the sun this morning to try to get some sleep. I saw this guy walking around in my backyard and thought it was my dad. So, thinking that was really strange, I got up and went upstairs to see why he was walking around the backyard instead of being at work. Well, it wasn't him. It was some guy that was spraying this stuff to kill grub. What a weird way to start the morning though.

Everything's just felt a little odd lately though. It poured yesterday. I had to drive to Algebra with shotty wipers. It was actually a lot more fun then you'd think. The roads were fairly empty and it was raining so much that you didn't have to watch for animals. I hit some good puddles and got the car hydroplaning a few times. Yeah, I'm slightly reckless, but I only did it when no one was around. There are tricks on how to keep perfect control of the car while it's skimming water. I forget what song it was that went really well with the puddles.

And we're making progress on the Halloween Epic episode. I feel slightly bad that I'm not doing any writing on it. I tell them stuff my characters would do over the phone and they take turns writing it down. It's moving along though and I guess that's really the most important thing.

Yeah, but next week should be pretty good. Rock, Epic, ...and I guess that's pretty much it. It'd be cooler if I were still back east. I now the coast like the back of my hand. I could go anywhere. Ah, well, everyone need to get out of their territory once in awhile. I miss my horse though. He's so cute. I'm sending him treats since I can't go visit him this winter. He looks a lot like an orange stuffed animal. He's got a bottom like a hippo when you cut all the hair off his tail. Poor little guy, I had to do that once after he got into some burs. It grew back really quick. Ah, and to think he's almost seven.

SGAH
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Sunday, November 11, 2007

   names
I spend a lot of time looking for perfect names for characters. I used to carry around a baby name book in the very begaining. It causes a lot of fuss. Sadly, it split in half. That just meant I could buy an awesome new updated version with way more names. Me and the rest of Unsaid Works went to the store a couple years back. Having to go up to the counter and pay for it was mortifying, even though it's really funny now. That thing is so useful. I left in over at Unsaid Works, but I still needed names. Parenting site. Started with Parenting.com, switched to BabyNames.com. You had to go through too much on Parenting.com to get to the names. But, it's always worth it.

Mirror Image:
Trent (b)
Luke (b)
Dionne (g)
Farrah (g)
Nevada (b)
Hunter (b)
North (b)
Sailor (g)
Pugsly (b)
Tucker (b)
Blaze (b)
Renee (g)
Holden (b)
Hayden (b)
Torrance (b)
ect.

Not anything real special since the whole Mirror Image world is a spin of ours. Love the name Luke and always have. I really like most of these.

Epic:
{von Bavol}
Ogen (b)
Icabod (b)
Ignatius (b)
Ichigo (g)
Zagiri (g)
Washi (b)
Magali (g)
Rafiki (b)
Lenci (g)
Marcelino (b)
Jovita (g)
Jai (b)
Guinevere (g)
Iago (b)
Innis (g)
Teseo (b)
Shadi (b)
Emre (b)
Duscha (g)
Indigo (g)
Alethea (g)
Ai (b)
Anastasius (b)
Taletha (g)
Carling (g)
Anlienisse (g)
Istvan (b)
ect.

Yeah, that's just one family from Epic. I spent the most time out on this family's names. I mean, insane amounts of time. All of their first names had to fit with their last name. Ex: Rafiki von Bavol would be 'friend of the wind' and Anlienisse von Bavol would be 'image of the wind'.

Random Weird Story That's Not A Story Just A Pile Of Characters:
Snapdragon Rambler (b)
Mimic Avast (b)
Mica Masters (b)
Gyasi Wickersham (b)
Procyon Rhapsody (b)
Beryl Masters (b)
Dice Rebels (b)
Innit Llewellyn (b)
Magpie Foxcroft-Saentes (Maggie Saentes) (b)
Nightingale Foxcroft-Saentes (g)
Mariah Cinis (g)
Limerick Maelstrom (g)
Branch Moriarty (b)

Their names were funnest. Wickersham and Rambler are actually two streets near my house. Cinis is 'ashes' in Latin. I got Foxcroft from an old protrait of a snobby eighteen century boy I saw when I was at Cornell with...well, Unsaid Works. I sort of just group my friends together. I'm not sure what to do with poor little Branch. (I say it "b-RAUN-ch" so it doesn't sound like I'm talking about a tree.)

Yep, those are results of countless hours of going through millions of names. I think I've talked about Latin in two different posts now. I don't really speak Latin, only bits. I used to be able to say 'earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust' but I forgot what 'dust' was. Something long.

This post should do it. The von Bavol names and the names listed for the "Random Weird" all belong to me. "Random Weird" is copywrite Blue Swallow Productions and the von Bavol and copywrite Unsaid Works. People would be sort of nuts to steal names. Or steal Mica. Mica...ew, creepy.

SGAH
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Saturday, November 10, 2007

   eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww
End of semester is coming up and I need ten more entries to show my nosy prof. Random posts a lot.

I put clear nail polish on thinking we had remover, and we don't. My finger tips feel heavy and gross. I took a knife and scraped some off, but it still feels so gross. I forget how much I hate nail polish until I put it on. I just wanted my stupid nails to look shiny for two minutes. Ew, the smell is making me sick. I can't get sick because that's gross.

I remember a few years ago I got bashed on some board for saying gross. They were talking about abortion, so I stated my views. Abortion withing the first three months is fine with me but partial birth should be outlawed because it's gross. Some stupid feminist was all over me for saying that. I'm sorry, but it is gross. What else was I supposed to call it? And the stupid woman ended up losing the fight anyway, even with me saying gross. She said partial birth was nessesary to save the mother. What a stupid _____. Partial birth is when after the first five and up months have gone by the woman was dumped and changes her mind. The doctor breaches the birth and gives the baby a lethel injection before the head comes out. A baby isn't seen as born until the head comes out, that's why the breach. It's almost all the way out, so you're not saving anyone's life. I hate stupid feminist people. I don't even know why we still have a feminist movement. What are they fighting for now? They can fight all they want but men will never have babies and they'll never be men. It's that simple.

Okay, so this post was unexpected. I'm not in a good mood. I can't watch the game and I almost wouldn't want to because my team sucks so bad this year. The city is calling for blood. Philly fans are dangerous, very dangerous. They pelt the players with ice balls and garbage when they're losing. We're also die hard loyal though.

Yeah, I've got to call Unsaid Works and work on our Halloween episode. Good weeks.

SGAH
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Friday, November 9, 2007

   jydth
I thought I should put up a post since I just changed my song, again. So it went, Kansas' Carry On My Wayward Son, The Doors' People Are Strange, Nirvana's Heart-Shaped Box, and now Slade's Run Runaway. Such a weird little song but it's catchy and makes me laugh.

I'm actually working on Biology homework right now. I cheated. I copied and pasted it from the book website. I couldn't find time to actually read it all and write it out. Which is a shame because it's all about genetics and I love genetics. I'll read it before the final. I've just missed a lot of work lately so I can't not hand something in. We have to ask a question too, which I never do because I get it, but I did this time to make up for cheating. 'What is chimerism and how do people get it?' I already know what chimerism is and how people get it, but since it's not coved at all in the book I should get some good points for knowing the word.

So, tomorrow around four we get to work on the Epic Halloween episode some more. It'll be fun. I don't know why, but Stevie Nicks reminds me of Anna Rosia Cartel. I have no idea where I'm getting that from. Sorry for the sudden music referance, a Stevie Nicks song featuring Tom Petty just came on. I haven't heard any Van Halen today. It's sort of weird. I heard a lot of Guns 'N' Roses and Aerosmith yesterday though. That was cool.

Yeah, I just finished Biology so I don't need to try to distract myself from it anymore. Good weekend to all.

I didn't take my new picture. I got it from a breeder over in the UK. Sallya is a fictional white gyrfalcon from Epic that belongs to Adellenine. My Sallya is the same but is coming in many years after training and when I can afford her.

SGAH
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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

poetry
I HATE poetry! I had to write a poem. I wrote it today and it was due...today. I wrote random lines. Maybe they'll think I'm creative. Here:

Seeing that wickedness
In the simple act of a grin,
Rebellion against the rhythm.
Imprudent brat, an ego in
Spades.

Yeah it starts off really weird. I've never done this before. I hate it. Oh, here's more:

Celsitudinis,
Zero is the highest of numbers.

Oh yeah, to get back at my teacher for making me write poetry at all, I started throwing in some Latin. Celsitudinis is 'your highness'. It gets worse:

Evil isn’t so far when
Rhyme is presented in
Written forms.

Actually, that part was kind of funny. I was getting mad at the stupid thing. This is my whole 'I hate poetry' part. I finished it off in Latin:

Obedience means
Nothing when helter-skelter natures
Kneel before the
Adsertoris.

Adsertoris is Latin for 'champion'. I'm going to flunk this part of class. Poetry means nothing to me and I've got to write two poems for next week. They talked about my short story, that was funny. That's it.

SGAH
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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

   i;ug
I'm kind of hurting today. I don't remember what I was doing but I didn't get to sleep until early this morning. That stupid pluracy thing seems to respond to my sleep more then anything. It was gone for awhile, or I think it was. I can't tell. I found this tea that's supposed to cure insomnia. I'm going to go to the health food store and try it. Health granola nuts kind of freak me out, but I'm so tired. Good rest will mean better grades, so better.... Actually, I don't believe school's doing a thing for me so I don't care what my grades are. Good rest will mean more focus on Epic. I guess I've got to get through torture for the sake of the show. i had to take an evaluation test to see what I should be studying. You know, like those career tests they give you in high school that people flip over. I flunked, serious. My results came up zero. I didn't know that was possible. My answers were to sparatic to be grouped and matched. It was horrible. I took it again and flunked one section, making my answers really wrong. I think I got like fork lift driver or something. I took it again and a bunch of medical stuff came up. I don't want to do anything medical. I got other stuff like fashion model, geneticist, movie/television director. I wanted to go into genetics but I don't want to spend my life in a laborartory working with numbers and looking at cells. It's so much work too that it's not even funny. Fashion model...I feel sort of insulted but oddly complemiented. And confused. You need a two year degree to be a model? That's weird. Director...um, that's kind of weird to me too. It said the only way to do it was to get either a four year degree or become an apprentice. Apprentice makes sense, I have no idea what you study for four years to be a director. Directors...direct.

Yeah, well, enough about that. Unsaid Works has a postboard set up. We get on there to put up stuff on Epic since our time doesn't work out much. We're going to write more on the Halloween episode on Saturday. That'll be something good to do. We've got an e-mail address too. It's just a temporary one until we get things going more. Funding is everything and we're all a little broke. In the meantime I've been woring very very very super slowly on Mirror Image. And playing computer chess. I hate it because I don't know how to play. I lost, a lot. Now almost all my games end in a draw. I won a few times. I wish I knew why so I could do it more often. I keep thinking about my bit with Dice. Snapdragon has The Iron Gate, Mimic has Main Street, only I'm going to change it to something Avenue. I'm not sure what Gyasi has. Mica's the one bothering me. I want his to be circus-y. Cirque du Freaque, or something to that effect. I'll think on it.

I changed my song. I love this song, I don't really know why. It's sort of creepy. I probably won't leave it up long.

SGAH
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