Good morning cyberspacers, isn't this weather just peachy? (Please note, this past sentence is dripping with sarcasm.)
Despite how beautiful snow is, and how much fun the stuff can be, the majority of the time I heavily despise the stuff. I wouldn't draw my disdain for the fluff as far as to say that I hate it, but for future knowledge I completely realize that at some point later this season, I will say that I hate it. Outside right now is a very pretty, very glamorous winter wonderland... Okay now, the snow is coming down way too fast to fulfill my ideas of a winter wonderland.
It's not as if I don't love playing in snow. In the past there were many years where my friends and I would play outside until our faces were red and our toes and fingertips were numb, partly due to the fact that I would always wear very light gloves when making snowballs, since personally, I think they pack better with the heat of hands when you're forming them. However, when I moved up to Minnesota I was outside less. In Iowa I lived in a large apartment complex complete with a tacky little courtyard so I could walk 3 doors down to my friend's house and we could go play without my mom freaking out since she could just look outside and see me. When we moved here I didn't live anywhere near any of my friends. I would still go to a friend's house every once in a while and we could play there, but it just wasn't the same as being able to go play with someone else in the snow whenever the thought came into my mind.
A big part of my disdain for the fluff right now is commuting to and from school. Last year I had rides to and from school all winter. This year is quite a contrast from the past, this year I'm taking the bus, which at times is including a ten minute layover. IT'S REALLY COLD WHEN YOU WAIT OUTSIDE FOR THE BUS FOR THAT LONG.
Despite this heavy disdain for snow, I don't think I could ever live somewhere that never had any snow. To me despite how much I complain about this weather it's just something I need to learn to put up with, because when it comes down to it, the years in the past where I've been somewhere for Christmas that doesn't have snow, part of it just doesn't feel right.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
They aren't as creepy as they seem
So cyberspace,today I conclude my series of posts about ABJDS, which will mainly be made up of the reason I chose this topic, fascination I have with them, and my own.
I originally started looking at these dolls as if they were insanely creepy. Probably something like four years ago my mother had shown them to me and like most people looking at them for the first time I found them rather creepy. After seeing them them every once in a while for a little less than a year I truly admit I had started liking them, and at the point I'm at in the hobby right now, after thinking about it for a little bit I discovered that although I did know quite a bit, I didn't know as much as I would have liked to about a hobby that consumes a good amount of my time and my spending.
My fascination stems from two things; I always have been and always will be a big anime dork and I'm an artist. Not only do these dolls originate from Japan, but as I've shown you already, they are heavily customizable. There is so much you can do art wise and they have actually been a little helpful for me working on getting the majority of body proportions right, which is a pretty awesome perk.
Now, meet Bella and Natalie. Natalie, the 44cm, Dollzone Shoyo, blondie I've had for almost a year now, I got her for a Christmas present last year, and at this point she needs some basic care maitenence and a new wig, but she's amazing to me. The little 10 cm, puki puki sugar, brunette sitting in her lap is Bella. Bella is without a doubt my pocketsize baby, yes I acknowledge the fact that it's a little creepy to call her my baby but with the amount of work I've put into her and her clothing, I'd be absolutely devastated if anything bad ever happened to either one of them.
So there. You've seen another little slice of my twisted world and yes photos of them will be coming every once in a while now as well.
So cyberspace, are you creeped out, or is it some other type of fascination that you're cultivating?
I originally started looking at these dolls as if they were insanely creepy. Probably something like four years ago my mother had shown them to me and like most people looking at them for the first time I found them rather creepy. After seeing them them every once in a while for a little less than a year I truly admit I had started liking them, and at the point I'm at in the hobby right now, after thinking about it for a little bit I discovered that although I did know quite a bit, I didn't know as much as I would have liked to about a hobby that consumes a good amount of my time and my spending.
My fascination stems from two things; I always have been and always will be a big anime dork and I'm an artist. Not only do these dolls originate from Japan, but as I've shown you already, they are heavily customizable. There is so much you can do art wise and they have actually been a little helpful for me working on getting the majority of body proportions right, which is a pretty awesome perk.
Now, meet Bella and Natalie. Natalie, the 44cm, Dollzone Shoyo, blondie I've had for almost a year now, I got her for a Christmas present last year, and at this point she needs some basic care maitenence and a new wig, but she's amazing to me. The little 10 cm, puki puki sugar, brunette sitting in her lap is Bella. Bella is without a doubt my pocketsize baby, yes I acknowledge the fact that it's a little creepy to call her my baby but with the amount of work I've put into her and her clothing, I'd be absolutely devastated if anything bad ever happened to either one of them.
So there. You've seen another little slice of my twisted world and yes photos of them will be coming every once in a while now as well.
So cyberspace, are you creeped out, or is it some other type of fascination that you're cultivating?
Reviews
Good morning cyberspacers and welcome to the first blog of hopefully several that will be appearing "today"( The majority of the posts I will be backdating to the places that they actually belong); Due to reasons that I prefer to believe are beyond my control, though when I really think about it I do know that nothing about it is really beyond my control besides events that really make my head not want to handle the stress I put on myself.
ANYWAY!
Today's assignment was to pick one of our classmates blogs and read all the way through, and no I did not choose the blog that is labeled as my "pseudo-brother's" although he is one of my classmates as well. Being the person that I am I somehow inadvertently ended up choosing one of the longest blogs in our class. After spending the majority of the class-time today reading it, I am writing this from home(le shock!).
Her blog ( I know I'm not supposed to give any clues to whose blog it is, but at least this isn't anything big enough to give it away) was actually pretty entertaining for me to read. Her style feels almost like instead of being something you're reading, she's actually talking to you, I heavily enjoy this when I am reading something that is supposed to be almost periodical like I feel a blog is. Her posts are frequent, but not change topic often almost as if she knows that if she keeps on one idea for too many posts the readers will tire of it and decide to be reading something else. In a few days I will be adding a link to her blog into my sidebar, so lookout for the link sometime early next week.
Give your brain a break tonight cyberspacers, no questions today.
ANYWAY!
Today's assignment was to pick one of our classmates blogs and read all the way through, and no I did not choose the blog that is labeled as my "pseudo-brother's" although he is one of my classmates as well. Being the person that I am I somehow inadvertently ended up choosing one of the longest blogs in our class. After spending the majority of the class-time today reading it, I am writing this from home(le shock!).
Her blog ( I know I'm not supposed to give any clues to whose blog it is, but at least this isn't anything big enough to give it away) was actually pretty entertaining for me to read. Her style feels almost like instead of being something you're reading, she's actually talking to you, I heavily enjoy this when I am reading something that is supposed to be almost periodical like I feel a blog is. Her posts are frequent, but not change topic often almost as if she knows that if she keeps on one idea for too many posts the readers will tire of it and decide to be reading something else. In a few days I will be adding a link to her blog into my sidebar, so lookout for the link sometime early next week.
Give your brain a break tonight cyberspacers, no questions today.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Word Manipulation
Good morning cyberspacers.
This morning for class we were asked to go work out our creative minds at magneticpoetry.com. After attempting to do this for just one of the two poems we were supposed to create at almost the end of our class hour I suck at poetry when the words I'm using are more limited than the expanses of my vocabulary. You see from a very young age for me my family has been using words that, for the most part that I know of, are traditionally not used around three and four year olds. Now, I'm not entirely meaning that in a colorful expletives form of the idea, except for around my uncle that is considering his vocabulary can be rather colorful at times, I'm just saying that even at my age I have a vocabulary that does confuse some of my peers, I'm almost transitive between an adult community and that of my peers, I don't entirely fit in either, but I can certainly blend into conversation and hold my own there as well. But anyway, back on the topic of poetry.
I've discovered that if I'm given an idea or a concept to write about I lately write things that I end up rather pleased with, such as in the last quarter of classes I wrote three pieces that were actually really satisfying for me, including two of which were performed at our open mic, one of which was a dual voice, which felt really powerful for me. In the past I had discovered that I hated my poetry, I hardly ever kept anything, and the things that weren't kept I was shredding by hand. So at this point I'm rather pleased with the way I can manipulate my words; However, if it is a situation where I have a limited selection of words and cannot use words that are not included, I'm pretty much screwed.
So what about you cyberspacers, how do you feel about your poetry?
This morning for class we were asked to go work out our creative minds at magneticpoetry.com. After attempting to do this for just one of the two poems we were supposed to create at almost the end of our class hour I suck at poetry when the words I'm using are more limited than the expanses of my vocabulary. You see from a very young age for me my family has been using words that, for the most part that I know of, are traditionally not used around three and four year olds. Now, I'm not entirely meaning that in a colorful expletives form of the idea, except for around my uncle that is considering his vocabulary can be rather colorful at times, I'm just saying that even at my age I have a vocabulary that does confuse some of my peers, I'm almost transitive between an adult community and that of my peers, I don't entirely fit in either, but I can certainly blend into conversation and hold my own there as well. But anyway, back on the topic of poetry.
I've discovered that if I'm given an idea or a concept to write about I lately write things that I end up rather pleased with, such as in the last quarter of classes I wrote three pieces that were actually really satisfying for me, including two of which were performed at our open mic, one of which was a dual voice, which felt really powerful for me. In the past I had discovered that I hated my poetry, I hardly ever kept anything, and the things that weren't kept I was shredding by hand. So at this point I'm rather pleased with the way I can manipulate my words; However, if it is a situation where I have a limited selection of words and cannot use words that are not included, I'm pretty much screwed.
So what about you cyberspacers, how do you feel about your poetry?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The English Beat
Good morning cyberspace.
As a new assignment, today our class is supposed to write about "the language" that surrounds our lives, and the people that we talk to the most.
After briefly musing over this idea I have realized that the majority of my influences as of language are from areas that are heavily contributed to by the media. Even as I type this blog I am listening to horribly amazing dance music from the 80s' and 90s', additionally, last night I had spent time watching TV, and this is no new routine for me. I'm also thinking about how much "Artistic license" we take when creating these media and society driven entities and even in our own daily speech. In music you can clearly hear the grammatical errors all the time, there are forced rhymes, words left out, and even blatantly ignored simple rules on how the sentence should be formed purely for the purpose that the artist thinks it sounds better that way.
I'm not ignoring the fact that I do this either. Even when I'm writing to you cyberspace, I'm consciously thinking about what word sounds better here, what can make this phrase read better, what little changes can I make to hold your attention while I still get the point of what I am thinking about across. Take my previous sentence for example. The sentence clearly is a run on, but due to the fact that I like how it reads, I'm not going to change it. I clearly rely on rhythm much more heavily than actually caring about whether or not the grammar in my sentences is correct.
So cyberspace, what is it that influences your speech? I may write more about this at some point later, but now I'm going to go practice my grammar on freerice.com some more.
As a new assignment, today our class is supposed to write about "the language" that surrounds our lives, and the people that we talk to the most.
After briefly musing over this idea I have realized that the majority of my influences as of language are from areas that are heavily contributed to by the media. Even as I type this blog I am listening to horribly amazing dance music from the 80s' and 90s', additionally, last night I had spent time watching TV, and this is no new routine for me. I'm also thinking about how much "Artistic license" we take when creating these media and society driven entities and even in our own daily speech. In music you can clearly hear the grammatical errors all the time, there are forced rhymes, words left out, and even blatantly ignored simple rules on how the sentence should be formed purely for the purpose that the artist thinks it sounds better that way.
I'm not ignoring the fact that I do this either. Even when I'm writing to you cyberspace, I'm consciously thinking about what word sounds better here, what can make this phrase read better, what little changes can I make to hold your attention while I still get the point of what I am thinking about across. Take my previous sentence for example. The sentence clearly is a run on, but due to the fact that I like how it reads, I'm not going to change it. I clearly rely on rhythm much more heavily than actually caring about whether or not the grammar in my sentences is correct.
So cyberspace, what is it that influences your speech? I may write more about this at some point later, but now I'm going to go practice my grammar on freerice.com some more.
Monday, December 1, 2008
"What is that creepy thing?"
So today begins my research cyberspace, and like any teenager and even some adults I start with my research on wikipedia, mainly due to the fact that it is waay too late to ask about the history on the forum and get any sort of decent answer, and the other most reliable site I think I just might be able to get information off of is entirely in Japanese.
So for the sake of not dying, and this is the only part I'm interested in, I will only be covering a basic history and Asian Ball Jointed Dolls, if I was doing Ball Jointed Dolls in general, I think I'd die, considering that the whole idea actually started as far back as the Egyptians. So here is a brief history of the current world of BJDs provided mainly from what I know already and the wikipedia entry.
The birth of modern Asian Ball Jointed Dolls began about ten years ago. Volks, a company from Japan that had been previously creating mecha kits which in general is a mainly male hobby. After an executive director from the company saw a one-off doll, the company began thinking about how to produce these dolls for a larger market.If the idea actually paid off the company would be able to capitalize on a more female demographic as well as the mainly male hobby of the kits that they were already creating.
Thus far the idea has paid off, tomorrow I will be talking more specifically about the dolls themselves, such as what they're made from, size and the world of customizing.
So for the sake of not dying, and this is the only part I'm interested in, I will only be covering a basic history and Asian Ball Jointed Dolls, if I was doing Ball Jointed Dolls in general, I think I'd die, considering that the whole idea actually started as far back as the Egyptians. So here is a brief history of the current world of BJDs provided mainly from what I know already and the wikipedia entry.
The birth of modern Asian Ball Jointed Dolls began about ten years ago. Volks, a company from Japan that had been previously creating mecha kits which in general is a mainly male hobby. After an executive director from the company saw a one-off doll, the company began thinking about how to produce these dolls for a larger market.If the idea actually paid off the company would be able to capitalize on a more female demographic as well as the mainly male hobby of the kits that they were already creating.
Thus far the idea has paid off, tomorrow I will be talking more specifically about the dolls themselves, such as what they're made from, size and the world of customizing.
Daffy Duck's Thanks for Giving special
Hello again cyberspacers, how was your turkey day?
Personally, Thanksgiving is weird. I've got a lot of heavily skewed ideas on what it is and isn't supposed to be. For a very long time this holiday was spent with just my mother's side of the family which definitely added to the development of some of these ideals. Thanksgiving with them, for as long as I can remember, has always been a more than one day ordeal... sort of. For me for the longest time it consisted of waking up in time to watch the parade, and then sitting around and either coloring at the table, or playing in the playroom (This room had ceilings of five and a half feet at the most, and the walls were actually sloped.) that was up the attic just to remain out of the way mainly. All of our food was the home cooked, made-from-scratch sort of deal. My grandmother and aunts would do everything but the turkey, that was my grandpa's job, as far as I remember Him and my uncle Ricky spent the majority of the rest of the time watching football. The day after would be spent putting up Christmas decorations so technically for me, having Christmas decorations up before thanksgiving is even over is rather blasphemous.
Fourth grade was the first year ever that I spent Thanksgiving with my father's side of the family. This for me was a travesty. I already understood that things with my Father's side of the family were very different than what happened with my Mother's side. I knew that my Father's side had a much more polished uptight way of going about things than I was used to, and I also knew that to me, food never tasted as good from them as it did from the other side. So knowing this I was already expecting things to be not as good, but what happened actually left me appalled. That year for Thanksgiving we went out for dinner. It was safe to say that I was heavily unpleased with this event, no amazing smells coming from the kitchen all day, no overly busy house, no left overs to be eaten over the next several days, and definitely not the event that I had spent so many previous years loving. I was mentally throwing a fit on the sidelines, I was spending this holiday without what I regarded at this point as my real family, and they had the guts to change the routine of Thanksgiving that I had been following for years.
In retrospect I know that I was acting like a spoiled brat, however, at the time, and still partially now this is all I knew. For the multiple years I was always the only grandchild on my father's side of the family, and I will always be the oldest and at this point there at times is a sense of the fact that my grandfather is much happier to be around me than my other cousins due to the fact that I am no longer the rambunctious munchkin that they all are to him. On my mother's side of the family up until last Wednesday(For the most part that is, there is a step-granddaughter who turns nine on Sunday as well, but she hasn't been around our family for anymore than a year and she's actually turning nine on Sunday.) I was the only grandchild there as well. Last Wednesday Richard Emmett was born. He's the first boy and the third Richard in our family, when my grandpa heard that they had decided his name was going to be Richard he looked so proud. Our family is truly ecstatic that after almost eighteen years there is a new baby.
This brings me to the idea of giving thanks. This year I am completely and wholeheartedly thankful for my family and the joy that I know will be traveling amongst the family over the next several years, at times we may encounter difficulties, but together we are able to fight with the best of them, and they are my world.
Personally, Thanksgiving is weird. I've got a lot of heavily skewed ideas on what it is and isn't supposed to be. For a very long time this holiday was spent with just my mother's side of the family which definitely added to the development of some of these ideals. Thanksgiving with them, for as long as I can remember, has always been a more than one day ordeal... sort of. For me for the longest time it consisted of waking up in time to watch the parade, and then sitting around and either coloring at the table, or playing in the playroom (This room had ceilings of five and a half feet at the most, and the walls were actually sloped.) that was up the attic just to remain out of the way mainly. All of our food was the home cooked, made-from-scratch sort of deal. My grandmother and aunts would do everything but the turkey, that was my grandpa's job, as far as I remember Him and my uncle Ricky spent the majority of the rest of the time watching football. The day after would be spent putting up Christmas decorations so technically for me, having Christmas decorations up before thanksgiving is even over is rather blasphemous.
Fourth grade was the first year ever that I spent Thanksgiving with my father's side of the family. This for me was a travesty. I already understood that things with my Father's side of the family were very different than what happened with my Mother's side. I knew that my Father's side had a much more polished uptight way of going about things than I was used to, and I also knew that to me, food never tasted as good from them as it did from the other side. So knowing this I was already expecting things to be not as good, but what happened actually left me appalled. That year for Thanksgiving we went out for dinner. It was safe to say that I was heavily unpleased with this event, no amazing smells coming from the kitchen all day, no overly busy house, no left overs to be eaten over the next several days, and definitely not the event that I had spent so many previous years loving. I was mentally throwing a fit on the sidelines, I was spending this holiday without what I regarded at this point as my real family, and they had the guts to change the routine of Thanksgiving that I had been following for years.
In retrospect I know that I was acting like a spoiled brat, however, at the time, and still partially now this is all I knew. For the multiple years I was always the only grandchild on my father's side of the family, and I will always be the oldest and at this point there at times is a sense of the fact that my grandfather is much happier to be around me than my other cousins due to the fact that I am no longer the rambunctious munchkin that they all are to him. On my mother's side of the family up until last Wednesday(For the most part that is, there is a step-granddaughter who turns nine on Sunday as well, but she hasn't been around our family for anymore than a year and she's actually turning nine on Sunday.) I was the only grandchild there as well. Last Wednesday Richard Emmett was born. He's the first boy and the third Richard in our family, when my grandpa heard that they had decided his name was going to be Richard he looked so proud. Our family is truly ecstatic that after almost eighteen years there is a new baby.
This brings me to the idea of giving thanks. This year I am completely and wholeheartedly thankful for my family and the joy that I know will be traveling amongst the family over the next several years, at times we may encounter difficulties, but together we are able to fight with the best of them, and they are my world.
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