Let's Scare Dad

Here's a comic I made a while ago:

You Know You're Loved When...

You know you loved when you are given red, knee high, poka dotted socks that say Kapow, Splat, Zaaap, Pow, Whack on them.

That, my friends, is the meaning of love.

Playing With Fire

I don't think this poem needs an into.

Playing With Fire  

Please, please, hear me out.

I don't want to push, 

I don't want to shout.

I don't feel like I should go that rout.

Please, please, try to beware,

Life isn't a game of truth or dare.

Think of the things where we stop and stair,

Ever think, "Why should I care?"

Why do we care?

Why do we dare?

Please, please join with me,

We could make a colony,

We could join in harmony,

We could dance and shout for, "Free!"

But we're all gamblers,

 Don't you see?

Taking a chance wont set us free.

Please, please, don't turn that way,

It looks so sweet,

But it wont stay.

That bubbly feeling will die and decay.

Had you imagined yourself this way?

Please, please, don't applaud,

When I do wrong in the sight of God.

We both know well what we're doing wrong.

The only way I could tell you is through a song.

I'm sorry for being such a liar,

An innocent act,

But playing with fire.

I know that wont help you,

Or raise you higher.

I'm afraid we've come to where our need is dire.

So here we are, 

In the very same place.

The temptations are flashing in our face.

But let's not live like we're in a race,

Let's fight together,

Our souls will embrace.

Fight the devil till there's not a trace.

Please, please, don't leave me alone,

I feel as if I'd be overthrown.

A battle is so much more friendly with two,

And even if you fall,

For what is untrue,

Never forget how much I love you.

The Actor's Confession

To my dear Buddies, Pals, Dudes, Bros, Hobbits, Brandybucks and Tooks,
(Before I begin, I'd like to give a sincere apology to JRR Tolkien for putting shame to the spelling of his fictional character's names.  I just couldn't help it).
Here's my real confession.
I'm so stuck up.
I'm like Carson Clay from Mr. Bean's Holiday.

Or Hank.

(Cheaper by the Dozen)
I'm an actress.  I've only been in small plays, but I take every play I'm in very seriously.  Almost too seriously.  I like the relationships built from drama, and with every play I've made many friends and grown closer to friends, because that's the magic of drama.
But here it is, and my acting buddies aren't going to like hearing this.  I'm the most judgmental person you'll ever meet.  You've heard me go on about movies I don't like, and OH the horrors my friends have gone through, suffering my endless rants!
I judge people.  Especially when it comes to acting, and it's not the kind of judging that makes a person learn from others mistakes, its the judging where I think, "Zeesh!  I can do waaaaaay better at that part then they can."
Sometimes my mind runs on jealousy juice (Oooh, jealousy juice....That should be a thing.)  And I think less about one's acting, and more about my self.  How unfair it is that I didn't get the part, how my audition was better then theirs, etc.
Then I start beating my self.  I didn't get the part because I'm too ugly, I'm too short, I'm too crazy for a main role, nobody likes me, etc.
But I've never regretted any of my parts in the end.  I always end up with the perfect character, because that's the one God wanted me in.  I'm serious, I invite God to all of auditions and tell him he can put me in any role he wants.  But he doesn't always cast me as the part I'd be perfect for, because as judgmental as I am, I often choose wrong.  So I get the part I didn't want, I fall into depression mode and drink too much coffee and write poems on the unfairness of life.
The thought of upcoming auditions makes me over ecstatic, and over depressed.
I finally found how to summarize my problem in a sentence my brain is capable of comprehending;
I think that I'm too good of an actress not to get what I want.
If I'm gonna be acting for the rest of my life, this way of thinking needs to stop.
I'm sorry, especially to my drama buddies, and to God who always directing me to the right role.

The New Animal Movies (Movie Review)

First; Zootopia.

Cute.  Funny.  Disappointing.
Some of the characters (especially Nick, the fox) were  very well done and completely adorable.  Main character (Judy, the bunny) was cute in looks, but very unrealistic and corny in character.  The dialogue was awkward and cliche, which dulled my hopes for the movie.  If your not picky about dialogue then you'll find the movie easier to enjoy then I did.
I liked the plot.  It was exciting and suspenseful, and almost original.  It had a good mystery.
VERY DISAPPOINTING SHOW DOWN.  I wont give it away, but don't expect too much from the ending.  It all happened too easily.
And I've heard people say that Zootopia went into weird political subjects, like the the 'be what ever you want to be' (not who you want to be, what you want to be.) thing.  I was preparing for this before I watched it, but honestly, if there was anything promoting these things, it wouldn't have made sense.  I personally didn't find anything wrong, just a cheesy 'you can do anything if you believe in yourself' theme.
Also, I feel inclined to mention that six year old Calvin got so scared of this movie he almost barfed.  I'm not exactly sure why he found it so scary after watched the new Jungle Book, but he did, so take that into consideration if you're sensitive to fight sense involving claws.
On a scale from 1 to 10, I would give Zootopia a 6.

Second; Secret Life of Pets.

Cute.  Also funny.  Very cliche.
If your a dog person (or an animal person in general) you'll have a good change of liking this movie.  They pulled off the animals well, and the way they compared to real animals was really funny.
The plot was just like every other dog movie, so I don't think I need to go into that.
Some of the humor was forced.  (The audience I was with some how thought everything hilarious.  Only a few parts made me crack).  I have a passion for humor, so when it's not done well I get cranky.  But I did appreciate that someone actually made a cute animal movie that three year old's can go see.
One a scale from 1 to 10, I'd also give Secret Life of Pets a 6.

Stuff I Wrote While I Was Gone

Here's two poems I wrote while I was away for a week.

Hello Lightning 

Hello, who's there?

It's been long sense I've taken time to care.

Hold on life,

Stop a minute,

Give me time to comprehend it.

A blue light flashed in the sky,

Like a glitching computer, 

Ready to Die.

The flashes flare the clouds silhouette,

"Hello," I say, like to one I just met.

My voice is small,

The words aren't right,

For the breathe taking beauty that lights up the night.

But the lightning is quite, 

It says nothing at all,

Just flashes in silence,

With a silent sort of call.

The wind is saying, "Ssshhh,"

It feels so soft and calm.

I open up my fist, 

Cooling the sweat upon my palm.

Hello, who is there?

It's been long sense I've taken time to care.

I wrote this one on the air plane, on my way home.  I started it when we were in the air, and I finished it just as we hit the ground.

From Stepping Back and Looking Down 

Smaller, smaller,

Yet bigger then ever.

Higher, higher,

The checkered board stretches forever.

Scattered squares of brown and green,

Disappears in white where the edge is unseen.

The cars on the road like little black ants,

Don't know that I'm up here making poetry rants.

The streets look like one had nothing to do,

so with a stick in the dirt, lines he drew.

The dark is the trees,

Jagged patterns in the planes,

Shaped like a claw,

Or the branching of blood veins.

Clouds.

They've been described a hundred times before,

But they're too magnificent for me to ignore.

So soft, but with towering galore.

What keeps you clouds,

Just sitting there?

Moving slow motion,

In the land of thin air?

Looking back down,

What my eyes meet,

The checkered board is gone,

And replaced with a wrinkled sheet.

Could those be the hills,

The mountains I ignore?

From stepping back and looking down,

The world will show you more.

Things appear like monopoly peaces,

Upon the jagged creases.

The shapes appear,

And all the street lines,

Some of the circles are shaped like peace signs,

And some like the scope of a gun.

I don't think they did that on purpose,

But I still think it's kinda fun.

The tires hit ground and we're rolling along,

So I guess that means my poems done.