Scared of the Dark?

No, I am most certainly not. You see, that would mean that I am nyctophobic. Which I am not!No dear children, what I am, is an Automatonophobic Melanophobic Lupophobiac. This means that I have a fear of black wolves that are animatronic, wax figures, or in any other means falsely represented.  Odd fear, huh?

The reason behind this?Simple. I watched the Neverending Story at a young age and ended up scarred for life. Let me tell you, that movie's freakin' scary! Still gives me nightmares. It's so bad, I still can't watch the movie, nor can I even look up pictures on Google from the movie. I tried once, nearly died from a panic attack. Never again will I try such a foolish thing!

I have other fears too, but none are so horrible as that one. I can honestly say though, that I am not afraid of wolves in their natural, live form. I think they're beautiful and wonderful creatures that should be preserved, not hunted because they've been marked as 'pests'.

Therefore, now that I've expressed my fear and expressed my feelings toward the object of my fear, I think I can safely call this post done.

On that note, isn't this wolf adorable?!:D

Hating on Things I Hate: A Perry-V Rant

Good day,Newbies!

Today, I'm gonna tell you a list of my pet peeves and why I hate these things so much, because a girl can't just have just one, just like that old stereotype about girls and their shoes (Which, by the way, is true. We need shoes for EVERY thing we do!You can't wear running shoes to a wedding,after all.).

Numero Uno: Mindfarts! Most annoying thing in the world when you think of something you want to say or do, and then, out of nowhere, in the short time of a second or two, poof! It's gone! Sometimes forever because it's so dang hard to recover the ideas! How annoying is that? The worst part is, it's not always that we forget what we want to say, but the way we had it perfectly worded in our heads.Annoying as a guy's voice changing during puberty.

Number two: Rap Music. I hate that stuff. Nothing, well, almost nothing, is more annyoing to me than a song in which you can't understand the lyrics, or else don't want to understand them because the lyrics are just to damn dirty.It's sickening, and sadly becoming more and more popular. What's even sadder is that people let their young children listen to this, or rather, have their car radios set to an all rap station while their kids are in the vehicle. Is nothing sacred anymore? When I was little, we had great music, like Bryan Adams, Pink, Avril, and others. These kinds of songs had a direct meaning, yes, but could be interpreted differently, unlike today's music which has only one message: Sex, drugs, drinking, GOOD! This mucus drives me nuts. And no, that is not a spelling error, I actually believe rap music to be as bad and disgusting as that nasty crap you blow out your nose when you have a cold.

Number three: Overly-Dramatic T.V.   This is one that is probably on everyone's list. It's extremely annoying when things on T.V. are so melodramatic that they become insanely predictable. Usually, if a show starts out this way, it fails within the first season and is never spoken of again, which is good. Sadly, this is a road that most good shows travel down as the writers start to run out of ideas. it's saddening and at the same time as irritating as a mosquito bite on the rear end to watch a good show go down the pipes because the writers can't think up any new ideas or twists. Same goes for reality T.V. though. At first, the show is fascinating, generally because of one or two aspects. Then money goes to people's heads, and they decide that, to get their ratings up, they'll cause drama, which ends up making them a laughing stock in the media's eyes (Take a look at Jersey Shore).This also causes viewers to disappear, eventually causing the show to fail.

Despite the fact that I have several more things I hate that I could rant about, I've decided to spare you all reading on and on, page after page. Therefore, it is with that i shall leave this off. Please enjoy these face-swaps.

~Perry-V

Man or Monster?

I'm back again Newbies!

Why? Because it's MY blog, and I'll post when I wanna. That and...you know, we were sorta told to do two posts today.  So, this is basically my free post...write about whatever I want, Feicky's said...well, lets see...what horrors shall I unleash unto you? Meh...can't think of any horrors right now. So we'll go on a magical ranting journey about....PUBLIC WASHROOMS!

No, I'm just playing with your silly little heads. In truth, what I really want to rant about is my odd taste in film. I can openly admit, I'm not one for overdone gore, romance or anything else.I absolutely adore plot. Read it again, I said P-L-O-T, PLOT. Not pot. 

I enjoy a story that contains some deeper meaning than just 'boy-meets-girl', or 'ahhh-its-a-serial-killer!'. I liked to know the origins of things. For example, I have a deep interest in the Hannibal Lecter series of films, mainly Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. I do not enjoy the fact that the story is about a serial killer, nor the blood and gore of the film. I find it enchanting because of the mystery and intrigue of it all.

Hannibal Lecter is an interesting character with a strange yet believable background. High-born, lost his wealth, sought revenge, and was imprisoned for it,these are typical traits of a tragic hero. But I do not see Hannibal as this. Instead, I know he is an anti-hero. He's the guy you cheer for, even though he is, in a way, the bad guy.

Even the romantic aspects of these two films have interesting dynamics. The relationship is forbidden, to be sure, as I highly doubt any sensible parents would support their FBI trainee daughter falling in love with a known serial killer who eats his victims. As well, we get the feeling that this relationship is somehow beautiful. To prove this point, here is a quote from the film:

Hannibal:Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me "Stop. If you loved me, you'd stop"?  
Agent Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
Hannibal:Not in a thousand years"... That's my girl. 

Hannibal then makes a move as if to bite Clarice on the cheek, his means of attack, but it then changes into a kiss. This leaves viewers deeply questioning the dynamics of this relationship. He writes her letters, asking how he makes her feel, yet at the same time, he taunts Clarice for her mistakes and for being able to feel emotions.Is it a Beauty & the Beast-esque love tale, or is simply the tale of a monster? Judge for yourself. Does this look to you like love?

~Perry-V

In 19, 19, 1999!

It is time. Sit down, little Newbies, and I will tell you of a time long past.

In the fa-ha-habulous year listed above, I was but an adorable, though admittedly somewhat simple-minded four year old. I loved nothing more than to spin around in circles in my kitchen first thing in the a.m. until I was so dizzy, I swore I could FEEL the world spinning. While I did this, I would yell out,"I'm a helicopter!" repeatedly until one or both of my parents came downstairs to give me my dang Froot Loops.

I rather enjoyed Froot Loops at this point in my life. Though I didn't like the way they made the milk taste. I usually spent a good four minutes arguing with Mummy-dearest about it. I still don't like the way it tastes.

If the day was fair, my mother would then shoo me outside to play. I loved our backyard and thought I was the coolest kid ever because I had a crocodile teeter-totter (a gift on my second birthday), a treehouse (one of them playhouse things put on a platform, built by my Dadd-eh!) AND a pool (above -ground). I wasn't allowed to play near the pool though. I remember my mother saying something foolish like...'you might drown'? Ridiculous right? I could swim just fine, as long as I had Captain Quacky (my big duck floatie)by my side.

I'd probably play with my big sister Danita in the treehouse at some point, where she'd tell me stories of the 'Jelly Bean Monster' that lived on the treehouse roof. In reality, I later discovered this was a shadow of the play house chimney.

I'd  watch 'The Young and the Restless' and 'Bold & the Beautiful" with my mother after lunch, even though I didn't really get what was happening. Gotta love them stories. In reality, what I really loved was all the pretty dresses and outfits the actresses wore.

After that I'd nap. And oh, how wonderful those naps were (insert dreamy sigh here). I would dream of the most magnificent things, like pigs that could fly and cookies that could talk.I don't know why I wanted cookies to talk, I just did. I'm odd that way.:P

My day would slowly wind down from there. Unlike most small children, in the winter time, instead of a bath, I'd sometimes get to go for a dip in the indoor family hot tub, with supervision of course. Again about that drowning thing *sigh*. After that it was stories, more stories, and hugs and kisses.

Looking back, I can openly admit that if I had needed to deal with four year old me, I would have insisted the child (me) was as mad as Johnny Depp playing the Mad Hatter.I was one crazy, hyper-active and downright too dang happy child!

That is all.

Perry-V