Chirstmas Comes But Once a Year

Let us admit it. I love cartoons!  I love the older ones the most.  Here, have a Christmas cartoon.  I grew up with this cartoon every time I went to my Gramma's house (yes, even in the middle of summer. I didn't have seasons, I watched Christmas stuff year round).

The Duel by Eugine Feild

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think?)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink?
   The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
   Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.

(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat went "mee-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
   While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place
   Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!

(Never mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

 The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! What shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
   Employing every tooth and claw
   In the awfullest way you ever saw--
And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!

(Don't fancy I exaggerate--
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folk think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
   But the truth about the cat and pup
   Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!

(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)

*I love this poem.  It's one of my favorites.*

Wizards in Winter

Just because it's Christmas I'll post this song again.

Too Bubbly to bear

I was very giggly today.  Very bubbly.  Gosh I couldn't even stand myself!  How does my aunt live that way?

Here's a Capella group my dad really likes and me vise versa.  My favorite is the base guy.  I love a man who can sing base!

Yams on Fire

We Myers's don't do much on Thanksgiving.  Mainly we invite Gramma over and we feast on food.  With our two boys gone and one being the bottomless pit, we didn't make a lot of food, but now have tons of left-overs.

But this Thanksgiving was special.  It made a special memory that got Mother screaming Oooo! Oooo! and me rolling on the ground giggling with pleasure and the kitchen atmosphere ablaze with light.

Mother set the yams on fire.

"Good thing we took out the smoke alarm," Says my father.  "That would have been annoying."

*That should be a song!  "Yams on Fire!"*

My Thanksgiving Traditions and Harvest Commencement

My family doesn't do many traditions every holiday.  Mostly just eat food.  But as for the youngest child who is conveniently out of school, I have a tradition of my own....Making the food....My chores when I wake up for my chores is to make the food.  So there is my tradition.  But this year is special.  Instead of using pumpkin for the pie, I'm using banana squash. Ooooo! Sounds exciting!  And I must say, they look very nice.  I really want to eat them now, but I must restrain until tomorrow evening.

Also, I went out in my backyard and say the last apple remaining on the tree.  How pretty to depict the end of the harvest.  So I tried photography and I think it looks....But I 'm not very good and my camera isn't very good.  Also, my dad create a lovely masterpiece, so I'll try my "photography" again and take a picture of it.  I think you'll enjoy it.

Goblin Town

So last night I watched The Hobbit extended version with my family.  There was one scene that I found...a bit odd.  I mean, it was weird...and cheesy.  I see why it's a deleted scene.  I didn't expect a rock song coming out of middle earth.  You just have to see it.  The dwarves were being funny though and I liked that, but I didn't like the dancing fat guy.......

For your joy, here's the lyrics pulled right from the book, so you can read along and get this bizarre song in your little heads.  Of course, the movie is way different from the book, but you get my point.

Clap! Snap! the black crack!
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!
And down down to Goblin-town
You go, my lad!

Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! my lad!

Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,
While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!

Freedom!

It's over!  I have survived!  I have returned!  greetings friends and blog I am back!  I still feel funny but it will pass soon...so...........now what?
Dang it, I don't know what to say...
The last monsters under my bed moved out.  I'm kind of lonely... Hey monsters, I have a bed for rent!  And forget the ones in the closet; I don't even want to know what they're doing in there (any monster big enough for your closet isn't worth reckoning with). 
Here's a hummingbird I drew in my drawing class:

Me in a zentangle

I am in a zentangle right now.  I have no idea what the heck is supposed to be going on but I pretend, like these bagpipe marchers, that I know what I'm doing and I totally get the picture.  Well...yeah.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm selfish...anyway, that was random. I made this in drawing class. I love that class!

Blog!!!

Blog! Blog I missed you so much! Just look at you perk up to me! Oh I love you so much! *smooch smooch smooch* I may disappear again after this week, but by mid November I'll be back to you and writing like a nut!  And DRAWING! I love You!

Okay, now I got that out, here's a video... and a picture of Samwise showing how awesome he is.

Like a Robot

I've been doing a lot this summer.  More than I have ever done.  I'm glad I'm not terribly bored anymore... But I'm not happy.  I've been pushing and pulling at something that I don't want and what doesn't want me.  I think I enjoy things, but the joy just seems so...empty.  I am like a robot doing things for some important purpose.  Like what? Memories, recognition, physical health, something?  So far, my personal reward jar is just empty. empty.  Robots are empty.  That's why they do stuff they don't enjoy.  Destroying is so much work and so depressing.  I don't think they want to do that.  But somehow they must, and they do it like they'll get great reward out of it.  I want to do things that I really want to do.  I'm trying to break free, but the programing of the cyborg over me is too strong.  Robots are so miserable because they don't have a heart, or at least they have one but don't ever listen to it.  Listen to your heart.
This scetch brings me so much relief to do it, but I wish I hadn't done that ugly blue background on it.  Oh well, I'm lazy.

Philosophy

"He played with the idea, and grew wilful; tossed it into the air and transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.  The praise of folly, as he went on, soared into a philosophy, and Philosophy herself became young, and catching the mad music of Pleasure, wearing, one might fancy, her wine-stained robe and wreath of ivy, danced like a Bacchante over the hills of life, and mocked the slow Silenus for being sober.  Facts fled before her like frightened forest things. Her white feet trod the huge press at which wise Omar sits, till the seething grape-juice rose round her bare limbs in waves of purple bubbles, or crawled in red foam over the vat's black, dripping, sloping sides. It was an extraordinary improvisation."

--Ocar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey

I really like this book so far.  It has beautiful descriptions to everything.  Despite wanting to punch one of the characters in the face, but almost every book has that kind of guy.

What really scared them

"They took one look at Dalzel stamping and weeping above them on the throne, another look at the huge shape of Hasruel, and then a third look at Abdullah wearing nothing but a loincloth, and they screamed" (Castle in the Air).
Now really, did the big mean djinns scare those ladies or the half naked hero?

My little pieces

Here you are, as you have patiently awaited for.  They're not all there, the rest are too big for my little scanner, but until then, here are the little ones.

 Winston Churchill, just so you know
Medium: Scratch board

 Wodabe man.  Yes a man, but he looks like a woman.  I like these people, they dress weird... You know, these two pieces look so much better at a distance.  I think they're pretty terrible up close.
Medium: Ink

This is utterly and totally...random.  I just love dragons and smooth wavelike textures so I put them together on a grey piece of paper.  Apparently it was good enough for the art show.

Medium: Prismacolor pencils

Oxymorons

Oxymoron: a figure of speech that combines contradictory terms.
 Like for example...

Living Dead
Act Natual
Non-stick Glue
Jumbo Shrimp
Black Light
Blind Eye
Sad Smile
Sweet Sorrow

A Fine Mess
Alone Together
Original Copy
Almost Surprised
Apathetic Interest
A Little Big
Acrophobic Mountain Climber (wha...?)
Wise Fool
Anticipating the Unanticipated
Anarchy Rules!
Pretty Ugly
 and
Privacy on the Internet

The Loss for School and a Diorama of a Spider's supper

You know, I thought I was excited for school to be over with.  No more homework, or waking up at 5:30 in the morning.  But now I kind of miss it.  It went by so fast and now I feel empty that I don't have any homework to do.  Now all of the stuff I wanted to do that I didn't have time for I have too much time.  I don't feel like doing it all the time.  And school just ended today!  I used to just love being done with school, but now I kind of want to chase it and try to get it back.  Maybe it's because I'm getting closer to becoming and adult and no longer a naive little teenager.

And now on to brighter subjects.  This is an English assignment I did back in January.  I kept it in my closet afterwards.  And well, while I was cleaning my room and riding it of "school girl" stuff, I found it.  Amazingly I just threw it away.  Of course I did take a picture of it before then, what am I crazy?
Oh, and I got my artwork back from the art show.  I'll post them all tomorrow. 

P.S.  You all better like this!  I spent my Christmas break making this paper meche thingy!

Wonderfilled

I love songs that are just ridiculous and life loving.  I wish I had an oreo to give...*sniff*...
I have been listening to this song for what I literally think is a million times in a row.  And I still can't stop listening to it.

Kazi ni Naru

...this isn't right... why am I doing this?... I feel like I'm assimilating into someone else... :)... anyway, I just found it on that recommendation think on youtube and I liked it.  I think this movie's pretty cute.  I like it. 
Oh my gosh this is freaking me out EWWW!!!!

What extists?

What things is already there is never there.  I'd like to make a note on judgement.  People sometimes feel that they must wear what everyone wears and enjoy and do what everyone else does.  And greatest of them all, they feel too self conscious about themselves.  Now honestly, would you think that if you knew that nearly everyone around feels the same away about themselves?  You see what I mean?  They're really is no judgement. Only self-consciousness.  And now you wonder, where did these trends and fashions come from?  I'll tell you where they came from: individuals.  Individuals are those who don't follow the trends of everyone else, they make them.  They don't care what anyone else thinks, they're perfectly satisfied with what they've got.  Even poor and impoverish people are individuals and start trends.  Those whom we remember the most.  Those people are individuals.  And if individuals don't make new trends, then what?  Well, they think, "who cares. At least I'm not being copied now."
Go, be individuals.  Do what you want.  It's okay to do what everyone else is doing of course, but only if you want to do it, and you don't feel pressured to do it.  Don't just do things to make a statement, it doesn't make you any better.  Gosh dang it, just be yourself.  What's so hard about that?  Just do what you want and you'll be fine.
Oh, but don't forget to do things that scare you.  That's what helps to make who you are.  So go out, talk to a stranger, say hi to that old man who gives you the chills.  learn to drive.  Just do it...
"--okay, Alyse get down from your soap box, we're trying to sleep!"

"...sorry..."

*Learning about individuality isn't what monsters always need...*

The Strange Beast: Future

I think the most strangest and mysterious creature in the whole world is Future.  You don't know what he looks like.  In fact, you never really know what he looks like.  He sits in darkness, stalking you, smiling at you with a smile you can't figure out.  Future doesn't attack with his teeth and claws or sits on you with his grotesque mass.  He attacks your senses, your mind, your emotional discipline.  He just sits there, watching you.  You know he's there, but you never know if he's going to pounce at you or when.  You think about him all the time, wondering what it will be like when you meet him.  Will he be kind or cruel.  And then, before you know it, the thing you've been scared of has already passed.  But he's still there.  Stalking you.  And still you get nervous.  Always watching your back.  You can never seem to run from him if you try and yet he never really touches you at all.  Strange.  I've known some monsters to be strange, like selfs, prejudice, and loneliness, but never is a creature so strange as Future himself.  You never see him, yet you know he's there.  He never harms you, but your anxious for when he strikes.

Speaking of the creature Loneliness (tangent :D).  Loneliness is an odd creature.  When you're by yourself, he comes to you and comforts you.  But see that's what he intends.  He lets you know he's there and for some reason you panic.  It's weird, because he's so nice to you.  he tells you that there's no one else around but you and him.  It's good to have at least someone isn't it?  Then he's really nice enough to give you a name: Alone.  We all accept that name because we cry "I'm alone!" but it's never in a jubilant way.  He talks to you telepathically all the time, always using the name he gave you, but we never talk back.  I wonder if he likes it or not, when you ignore him as if he's not there.  You get so self-centered.  Loneliness has needs too.  Why don't you fill them.  I think he just wants a friend, but we're never really willing enough to be that.  Monsters are very strange creatures.

...I wish I were one...

Tangent # 2:  Have you ever noticed that I particularly like monsters?  Like, I think about them all the time?  I've just barely noticed...hmm...why did it take me so long to figure out?  Maybe I am a monster and I just don't know about it...

Tangent #3:  I also noticed just barely that really like ellipses...why is that?  Is it because I like the awkwardness of it all?

Tangent #4:  I WANT TO BE A MONSTER!!!

From Finner

hmm...I wouldn't mind living on the back of a sea monster.  I think I could get used to the rickety house and repair the walls when I needed to.  It's better than a house that does nothing at all.  Old houses have character I think.  The older they get, the more it seems to develop of personality.  I don't want a new house when I grow up.  I want an old one.  Anyway, this is something I've wanted to draw for a long time.  I heard this song, and I guess this is just what I thought of.  It fits really.

From Finner
By Of Monsters and Men (I know, I bet you're really annoyed by them now)

A Bird Cage and my Heart

I have a thing or two to tell

About a heart that goes amiss.

Now you may have heard

Of stories of hearts and empty rib cages;

Of men who gave them freely,

Or stowed them away for safe keeping.

You may have heard of that old tin man

Who all he never had was a beating little heart.

But those men are foolish

And careless in way.

Why, with a soul like that,

Any heart wouldn't stay.

And what does that metal man think

That he's miserable with no heart.

Well he's never had a heart to begin with;

How should he know?

Well I've got a tale

Of a cage without a heart.

It all begins with me,

And the tale of my heart.

You see had a heart,

Very lovely and fair.

I loved it terribly much

And it, I assumed the same

  But unfortunately it wasn't so,

For it had found it dreary;

Too lonely in its cage.

And so upon one day

When I was out and about,

It twiddle and fiddled

With the link upon the cage.

Finding it a bit bizarre

To see my heart behave this way,

I foolishly opened me up

To ask what of the matter.

With fortune of opportunity

My dearest heart took flight.

 And off away he went 

Without me to depart.

I ran so hard and as swift as I could

But one without a heart

Loses hope to run so far.

And so away it went

Forever from my cage

There's nothing more unnerving

Than to lose what gave you love.

And so when you cross by

That guffy man and rusty man,

Remember how ungrateful

Those foolish men have been

For I loved mine just so

As any girl would do.

But none could feel such greif

than one who's heart flew and left.

Manga drawing book = :D

Got a manga drawing book....I'm happy.

The Maker

What would you do if you only had a few minutes left to live??? Make another me-ish kind of person!

Wondering Child

I once thought of a girl.  A girl who lived in the woods.  A girl who lived alone.  A girl who faught nearly everyday of her live to survive and depending on no one but herself.  She could not come to society for fear that her secret would be discovered.  And if people found out about it they would kill her.  Not only that but she's constantly running from witches chasing after her to "take her back home."
*sigh*  me and my big imagination.  I wish I were that girl.  I find it more sensible to be freaked out over creepy witches than a stupid test that's really only a piece of paper.  Why do people get scared of paper?  Isn't it strange how much power a single leaf of paper has on society?  I love paper.  I value it so much.  

Learn to be Lonely

I like The Phantom of the Opera...I like the Phantom.  There's something about him I've always loved.  It's probably because he's really smart and yet really sad and lonely...I don't know...Whenever I see him cry in the movie it makes me cry too.  Poor little lonely killer. Yeah, I always forget those instances all the time...I guess I don't care that he's killed people.  :O!!!
This song is in the ending credits of the movie.  I really like it although its painfully depressing.

Cute little stupid me

Oh, goodness, I'm stupid, and I don't know why, but I guess I like it!

Little Talks

I like the video a little more than the song...hee hee.  I love the way the little men walk and they look so cool; that's the only reason I watch it. really.

Sweet Potato Man

Ha.  I'm so not a grown up.  Playing with your food is just too much fun!
Lets be frank here, yes I felt really bad to scrape him off my plate in to the trash.  *sniff*  Goodby Sweet Potato Man...

Story of my Life

Honestly, do I really need to explain?

Alles Neu

I wish I had a monkey orchestra.  That would be so much fun.  And I really want those masks, goodness they look so awesome!!!
Enjoy some German music.  It's weird if you haven't guessed (it must be if I've posted it).

Picking Fights and Looking Good

It'd be nice if I were a wild horse.  I could pick fights and beat up other horses and everyone would say "Oh, how majestic, lets see that again!"  See, I know how it works.

Wetness meets sleepy bat

Bats are so cute... But how can they hibernate when they're covered in ice cold water droplets?  I'm glad I'm not a bat.

If I were a Monster

You probably can't read the hand writing on there.  I'll just tell you what it says:
"If I were a monster, I'd want an adventure. But there's just no joy in being all alone, nay, I'd go out and find a smart, willy boy or girl and take it with me.  Then it will be fun.  That's what creatures in the books have done anyway..."
And I'd like to add that I would tell this child to degrade, kill, or dethrone some rude person.  As a monster it would've hardly bothered me...but you got to give the kid something to do!

Dirty Paws

"Jumping up and down the floor,
My head is an animal.
And once there was an animal
It had a son that mowed the lawn.
The son was an okay guy.
They had a pet dragonfly.
The dragonfly it ran away,
But it came back with a story to say..."

Dirty Paws-- Of Monsters and Men

Click here to listen to the song.

Doodle, doodle, doodle

Doodle, doodle, doodle,
All darn day long,
I post a lot of songs,
They're really really wierd,
I really like beards.  (had to rhyme somewhere)

I have a pretty thing,
though it's not finished yet,
And still I let
my distractions win.
I'll never get it finished, no, never, fin,

'Cause I like striped paper,
I'm doodle, doodle, doodling,
All darn day long....

You'll have to be entertained with sketches on lined paper.  sorry.
 

Thank goodness for True Love first

I'm so glad that Belle had to fall in love with Beast first.  Because if she had to kiss him first and the spell went all wrong...yikes.

I'm so terrible...this is on my report card. 

His comforting love

Sometimes, I feel like this little kid.  I just want to fall on my rear and cry.  But someone's always there to lift me up and tell me "Don't cry Alyse, I'm hear for you."   He gave this wonderful talent.  I ought to thank Him for it.  I should give Him thanks for more things than I have.  And so, why not?  I'll start right here.

Mountain Sounds

What the heck.  I love it!

King and Lionheart

Isn't it funny that I listen to other foreign musics and very little of American?  I've gotten very picky with the American songs I listen to, but I am so open to other nationalities.  I love them all so much!  This Icelandic band has won my heart and I can't get this song out of my head.  The video makes me a bit confused though.  Nonetheless, I love it!
Oh, and I'm so close to finishing one of my art pieces!  Just wait!

Ode to my little knight

Best little friends never die, they just float around your head like a dream.  Only they're living their own dreams now.  I miss Chiaroscuro, he was probably the best pet rat I ever had.  He could do almost anything you wanted him to, but only he wanted to.  I considered him a lady's rat too.  I would always ask him "Do you love me?" and he would reply with a kiss on the cheeks (or lips).  And he loved guests, especially the shy ones.  When someone was too frightened to pet, hold, or ask to kiss him, he nearly lunged at them with great enthusiasm and give them a big kiss on the lips and snuggle up against their neck whether they liked it or not....crazy little rat....
And recently his son (biological, trust me) followed him too.  I don't really cry about my pet when they die.  It doesn't bother me that much.  But it's always a bit sad to know you won't be able to see him for long time.  Frodo was much older when he passed, but I always remember him as have the cute charm of his father with a little extra fat.  Their memory, at least, lives on.
Honestly I'm such a nerd...

just another sketch from school.

Mystery man on stripped paper

I love mystery men.  They're so...mysterious.  They make you ask them questions about them.  "What's your name mystery man?  Where did you come from?  Did you have an adventures? Secrets?  What have you seen?"  Like I said, I like mystery men. 

A sketch I drew at school

Hearts a Mess

My heart is a mess.  It's been tweaked here and sewn up there.  And I've got something pretending to be my arota.  I'm really just messed up.  Maybe that's why I swoon over hairy beasts and sneer at prideful princes.

When boredom strikes

I know, I'm awful aren't I...

The Zombie Song

Okay, just one more. 
I deemed this as my official theme song.  I think this artist has some deep thoughts.  Can't zombies have romances too?  If even slugs can why not zombies?  They're brainless, not heartless.  There's a difference!

Dance in the Graveyards

I want to do the same thing.  Wouldn't just resting in peace and walking around like a perfect spirit be boring?  I can feel a beautiful joy with just laughing or dancing.  Not always just sitting in church, although it is pretty beautiful.  I want to be happy and thrilled all my mortal life and my life after on.
These are the same guys that made Bottom of the River.  I've heard other songs from Delta Rae but I didn't like them as much as these two.

Bottom of the River

Hello blog how are you doing?  Have you missed me?  I'll make to you by posting a bunch of songs to keep you guys busy while I tackle school and my art projects (and being viciously distracted with knitting a scarf).
I love this song nearly to death even though I hardly remember most of the lyrics.  It's awesome.