1.) Eeeee Eeeeeeeee didn't have much time left, the powers bestowed upon him by Lord Aquaman were diminishing. His throat was parched and his lips were beginning to chap. He was tired, but he had made it. A large zoo in California was what the ransom note said, clearly this Sea World was the place.
"Excuse me," He stopped an employee who walked by, "Where is the dolphin exhibit."
The worker frowned sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but we shipped all the dolphins to the Santa Barbara Zoo a week ago."
Eeeee cursed. His brothers were being shipped like cargo and he was too late to do anything about it. In a rage he jumped into the nearest pool, morphing back into his true state.
A bottlenose dolphin.
2.) Saying this awkward was an understatement. First he had woken up, then ate breakfast, and then someone burst into his house telling him that he had just inherited a Zoo.
"You are T.J R.J A.J Backslashinfourth V Duke of the Santa Babara County, correct?" The strange person asked.
"Actually, it's T.J A.J R.J and I ain't no Duke." He suddenly remembered he was wearing his My Little Pony pajamas today.
"Oh, but you are," Creepy Man insisted. "Here, take this and go visited your zoo." He handed T.J A.J R.J a plane ticket.
"I said I was no Duke!" T.J A.J R.J yelled but Creepy Man was no longer there.
3.) "THIS JELLY IS NOT UP TO PAR!" The sound of the glass jar smashing against the floor caused the workers to flinch. "YOU DARE DEFILE THE NAME OF McCRINGLEBERRY WITH THIS?"
He was at the end of his rope. The jam and jelly company passed down from generation to generation was failing and it was all Hingle McCringleberry's fault. He lacked the great qualities of a leader and the mind of an entrepreneur. Worst of all, he was blaming his failure on his workers.
Hingle sighed and sat back down in his office. Surely, they would have to go out of business and that meant he had brought dishonor on his family. His gran-gran would be so disappointed.
Suddenly, just as he was about to drown his sorrows in a drink, a pigeon flew through his window. Tied to its skinny leg was a note.
"Come to the Santa Barbara Zoo if you want to get out of this jam."
What other choice did he have?
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Character Study (II)
I banged on the door, pleading for my mother to let me back inside but I received no answer. There was movement in my room, I could heard it through the walls. Suddenly, without any warning my mother opened the door and threw a dufflebag at my face.
"There. Have fun," she said before slamming the door once again.
Opening the bag revealed extra clothing, some food, a little money, and a map with Lithuania circled in red. Could this be it? What I have been searching for? Or maybe it's just some sick joke played by my parents...
Oh well. Might as well go anyways, seeing as I have nothing better to do.
I walked all the way to the local Chevron, completely unexcited about having to do something resembling exercise. I figured that if I could just "borrow" someone's car then maybe I could drive to the airport and catch a plane to Lithuania. It was a solid plan.
At the final gas pump a '67 Chevrolet Impala was parked; Black as the night sky and utterly badass. That car spoke to me.
Using the knowledge I learned at the School of Ninja Arts, I made my way over to the driver's side door undetected. With the skills I acquired from the thuglife (it was a phase), I picked the lock and opened it. Just as my butt made contact with the seat, which was a glorious sensation, a voice called out.
"What are you doing with my car?" I looked up to see an Asian girl holding a doughnut staring at me questionably.
I sighed in annoyance. "I'm stealing your car so I can go to LAX." And then I shut the door.
She knocked on the window and began to talk. Couldn't she see that I needed to focus on hotwiring the car? Whatever, I opened the door. "What?"
"You can't take my car," She told me.
"Yeah, yeah. It's against the law, I know that," I replied in a mocking tone.
"No, I don't care about that. This is my Supernatural car!" She gestured to the entire vehicle as if I should have prior knowledge of whatever that means. "Listen, I'll take you to the LA. I'm already going down there. Just don't take the only connection I have to Dean and Sam."
Who?
I groaned. "Fine, whatever." Hotwiring took too long anyways. I slid over to the passenger's seat and threw my dufflebag in the back, the girl then took her spot at the driving wheel.
"I'm Ashley by the way," She said as she started the engine.
"I'm Bianca."
Ashley paused for a moment, as if she was focusing intently on something. "Bianca, huh?" She murmured before saying, "Well, Bianca. I'm going to the Santa Barbara Zoo first before heading to the airport. Care to join?"
The zoo? I've never been to a zoo. I needed to hide my excitement, I can't ruin my cool person image. "Whatever."
"Great!" She turned on the radio and it blasted out a song by Escape The Fate.
"Ashley, baby. You make me feel so alive! I found purpose once again. Yeah, yeah!"
You have got to be kidding me... at least this won't last long if I have anything to say about it.
"There. Have fun," she said before slamming the door once again.
Opening the bag revealed extra clothing, some food, a little money, and a map with Lithuania circled in red. Could this be it? What I have been searching for? Or maybe it's just some sick joke played by my parents...
Oh well. Might as well go anyways, seeing as I have nothing better to do.
I walked all the way to the local Chevron, completely unexcited about having to do something resembling exercise. I figured that if I could just "borrow" someone's car then maybe I could drive to the airport and catch a plane to Lithuania. It was a solid plan.
At the final gas pump a '67 Chevrolet Impala was parked; Black as the night sky and utterly badass. That car spoke to me.
Using the knowledge I learned at the School of Ninja Arts, I made my way over to the driver's side door undetected. With the skills I acquired from the thuglife (it was a phase), I picked the lock and opened it. Just as my butt made contact with the seat, which was a glorious sensation, a voice called out.
"What are you doing with my car?" I looked up to see an Asian girl holding a doughnut staring at me questionably.
I sighed in annoyance. "I'm stealing your car so I can go to LAX." And then I shut the door.
She knocked on the window and began to talk. Couldn't she see that I needed to focus on hotwiring the car? Whatever, I opened the door. "What?"
"You can't take my car," She told me.
"Yeah, yeah. It's against the law, I know that," I replied in a mocking tone.
"No, I don't care about that. This is my Supernatural car!" She gestured to the entire vehicle as if I should have prior knowledge of whatever that means. "Listen, I'll take you to the LA. I'm already going down there. Just don't take the only connection I have to Dean and Sam."
Who?
I groaned. "Fine, whatever." Hotwiring took too long anyways. I slid over to the passenger's seat and threw my dufflebag in the back, the girl then took her spot at the driving wheel.
"I'm Ashley by the way," She said as she started the engine.
"I'm Bianca."
Ashley paused for a moment, as if she was focusing intently on something. "Bianca, huh?" She murmured before saying, "Well, Bianca. I'm going to the Santa Barbara Zoo first before heading to the airport. Care to join?"
The zoo? I've never been to a zoo. I needed to hide my excitement, I can't ruin my cool person image. "Whatever."
"Great!" She turned on the radio and it blasted out a song by Escape The Fate.
"Ashley, baby. You make me feel so alive! I found purpose once again. Yeah, yeah!"
You have got to be kidding me... at least this won't last long if I have anything to say about it.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Character Study (I)
My room was paradise. It had everything I ever needed; computer, T.V, video games, mini fridge, and it was completely and utterly shut off from the outside world. I lived there in solitude and bliss, that is until my parental units attacked. They told me to leave, to go outside for once.
It sounded like a death sentence. Something I would never do willingly.
Although, seeing as they confiscated all the items that gave me happiness, I had little choice but to brave the exterior of my home. I chose to wear my least revealing clothing, pants and a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket on top. I wore a beanie over my dark brown hair and applied loads of sunscreen to my pale face and hands.
I opened the front door, sunlight shown through the threshold, my eyes burned because of its brightness. I was regretting this already. Before I knew it somebody pushed me out, slamming the door behind me. I desperately attempted to open it, but it was locked.
The world was laid out before me and I had no idea what to do.
It sounded like a death sentence. Something I would never do willingly.
Although, seeing as they confiscated all the items that gave me happiness, I had little choice but to brave the exterior of my home. I chose to wear my least revealing clothing, pants and a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket on top. I wore a beanie over my dark brown hair and applied loads of sunscreen to my pale face and hands.
I opened the front door, sunlight shown through the threshold, my eyes burned because of its brightness. I was regretting this already. Before I knew it somebody pushed me out, slamming the door behind me. I desperately attempted to open it, but it was locked.
The world was laid out before me and I had no idea what to do.
Canterbury Tales (I)
The prologue to the Canterbury Tales is pretty straightforward and I don't have many, if not any, questions regarding it.
It sets up the story by introducing the characters, the goal, and the main character's motivation for joining the 29 travelers on the pilgrimage. The part that made the most impact on me was the very beginning when the author was describing the setting. He speaks about the season and the smell of the breeze without indicating which point of view he was using until the main character begins to think. In my opinion, this was an effective use of this certain literary device and peaked my interest.
It sets up the story by introducing the characters, the goal, and the main character's motivation for joining the 29 travelers on the pilgrimage. The part that made the most impact on me was the very beginning when the author was describing the setting. He speaks about the season and the smell of the breeze without indicating which point of view he was using until the main character begins to think. In my opinion, this was an effective use of this certain literary device and peaked my interest.
Netvibes
Creating a Netvibes dashboard was very interesting, but it's not something I would like to use daily. Everything is cluttered together on the screen and I found myself just scrolling pass things because they were too small to see. Some people might find it useful, but to me, it was more of an inconvenience.
Vocab #6
Obsequious: obedient or attentive to an excessive or servile degree
Beatitude: supreme blessedness.
Bete noire: a detested person
Bode: to be an omen of a particular outcome
Dank: disagreeably damp, musty, and typically cold
Ecumenical: worldwide or general in extent, influence, or application
Fervid: intensely enthusiastic or passionate, esp. to an excessive degree
Fetid: smelling extremely unpleasant
Gargantuan: enormous
Heyday: The period of greatest popularity, success, or power; prime
Incubus: a nightmare
Infrastructure: is basic physical and organizational structures needed for the operation of a society or enterprise
Inveigle: persuade (someone) to do something by means of deception or flattery
Kudos: fame and renown resulting from an act or achievement
Lagniappe: something given or obtained gratuitously or by way of good measure
Prolix: (of speech or writing) using or containing too many words; tediously lengthy
Protégé: a person who is guided and supported by an older and more experienced or influential person
Prototype: an early sample, model or release of a product built to test a concept or process or to act as a thing to be replicated or learned from
Sycophant: a person who acts obsequiously toward someone important in order to gain advantage.
Tautology: needless repetition of an idea, statement, or word
Truckle: To be servile or submissive.
Accolade: An award or privilege granted for special honor.
Acerbity: Sharp bitterness.
Attrition: The action of weakening by attack or pressure.
Bromide: An unoriginal idea or remark.
Chauvinist: A person displaying aggressive or exaggerated patriotism.
Chronic: On going.
Expound: Present and explain systematically and in detail.
Factionalism: Relating or belonging to a faction.
Immaculate: Perfectly clean and tidy.
Imprecation: A spoken curse.
Ineluctable: Unable to be resisted or avoided.
Mercurial: Subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind.
Palliate: To make less severe or unpleasant.
Protocol: The official procedure or system of rules governing affairs of state or diplomatic
occasions.
Resplendent: Attractive and impressive through being richly colorful or sumptuous.
Stigmatize: Describe or regard as worthy of disgrace or great disapproval.
Sub rosa: Happening or done in secret.
Vainglory: Inordinate pride in oneself or one's achievements; excessively vain.
Vestige: A trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists.
Volition: The faculty or power of using one's will
Beatitude: supreme blessedness.
Bete noire: a detested person
Bode: to be an omen of a particular outcome
Dank: disagreeably damp, musty, and typically cold
Ecumenical: worldwide or general in extent, influence, or application
Fervid: intensely enthusiastic or passionate, esp. to an excessive degree
Fetid: smelling extremely unpleasant
Gargantuan: enormous
Heyday: The period of greatest popularity, success, or power; prime
Incubus: a nightmare
Infrastructure: is basic physical and organizational structures needed for the operation of a society or enterprise
Inveigle: persuade (someone) to do something by means of deception or flattery
Kudos: fame and renown resulting from an act or achievement
Lagniappe: something given or obtained gratuitously or by way of good measure
Prolix: (of speech or writing) using or containing too many words; tediously lengthy
Protégé: a person who is guided and supported by an older and more experienced or influential person
Prototype: an early sample, model or release of a product built to test a concept or process or to act as a thing to be replicated or learned from
Sycophant: a person who acts obsequiously toward someone important in order to gain advantage.
Tautology: needless repetition of an idea, statement, or word
Truckle: To be servile or submissive.
Accolade: An award or privilege granted for special honor.
Acerbity: Sharp bitterness.
Attrition: The action of weakening by attack or pressure.
Bromide: An unoriginal idea or remark.
Chauvinist: A person displaying aggressive or exaggerated patriotism.
Chronic: On going.
Expound: Present and explain systematically and in detail.
Factionalism: Relating or belonging to a faction.
Immaculate: Perfectly clean and tidy.
Imprecation: A spoken curse.
Ineluctable: Unable to be resisted or avoided.
Mercurial: Subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind.
Palliate: To make less severe or unpleasant.
Protocol: The official procedure or system of rules governing affairs of state or diplomatic
occasions.
Resplendent: Attractive and impressive through being richly colorful or sumptuous.
Stigmatize: Describe or regard as worthy of disgrace or great disapproval.
Sub rosa: Happening or done in secret.
Vainglory: Inordinate pride in oneself or one's achievements; excessively vain.
Vestige: A trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists.
Volition: The faculty or power of using one's will
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
What A Character
There are thousands upon thousands of fictional characters in literature, and choosing only one single character proves to be difficult. In the end, I chose a girl named Willow.
Willow is the main character of a teen fiction novel written by Julia Hoban that shares her namesake. As a sixteen year old girl, Willow is reminded everyday that she is the cause of the car accident that took her parent's lives. The guilt consumes her until the point where she begins inflicting harm upon herself.
To be honest, when I read this book over three years ago, I didn't enjoy it very much. In fact, I detested it. I thought it overly dramatic and ridiculous that a person could push themselves to the brink of death because of something that was beyond their control. That the author knew nothing of the mindset of humans who happened to be suicidal and simply wrote the book on a whim.
I now see that I was wrong.
Hoban uses third person point of view to depict Willow's inner turmoil, hopelessness, and lonesomeness as how it appears to another person in the novel. The reader is not meant to understand the situation completely because we are not inside her mind, we do not have all the details. Just as in real life where you can judge a person by how they appear to be on the outside, but not know what's going on the inside.
Willow is the main character of a teen fiction novel written by Julia Hoban that shares her namesake. As a sixteen year old girl, Willow is reminded everyday that she is the cause of the car accident that took her parent's lives. The guilt consumes her until the point where she begins inflicting harm upon herself.
To be honest, when I read this book over three years ago, I didn't enjoy it very much. In fact, I detested it. I thought it overly dramatic and ridiculous that a person could push themselves to the brink of death because of something that was beyond their control. That the author knew nothing of the mindset of humans who happened to be suicidal and simply wrote the book on a whim.
I now see that I was wrong.
Hoban uses third person point of view to depict Willow's inner turmoil, hopelessness, and lonesomeness as how it appears to another person in the novel. The reader is not meant to understand the situation completely because we are not inside her mind, we do not have all the details. Just as in real life where you can judge a person by how they appear to be on the outside, but not know what's going on the inside.
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