Accents

So everywhere has different accents in their speech, the most talked about being British accents of course.

The one people (my american friends) tend to be able to imitate the most is Indian.

One that's fun to attempt, and i can only do it if i say Good Eye, is obviously now, Australian. 

One that a certain friend of mine likes to do would be German. 

What hurts my ears, will always be French. 

Swedish is just fun

And of course accents from across America such as Boston

Then Southern.

New York has accents by boroughs. 

Of course there's many more accents in the world, popular ones I didn't hit on, such as Spanish, Canadian, Asian, Jamaican, African, Scottish, Irish, the list goes on.

My favorites are probably British and Scottish. 

That is all

The Elation of Recognization

So when watching Bones tonight, the father of the missing child comes on screen, and I recognize first the voice then the face. It takes me mere moments after that to place the guy, as one of the other detectives in Numbers. The sense of satisfaction is insane. I must tell someone, but it's 2 am and I've no one to tell....

We've all had that sense of knowing we've seen that actor or actress somewhere before, but isn't it the most annoying feeling when we can't place them? I've stopped what I was watching to IMDB it and find out. It's the most frustrating feeling in the world. I hate having to stare at the screen and try to figure out where I've seen that person before. I will miss entire movies just thinking about it, if I don't take action at the moment I ponder whether I've seen the person before, just trying to figure it out. If i can't IMDB it, I text Michelle.

The feeling of being right on such a mundane thing is so uplifting, that I've seen people (my mom) cheer and gloat when they get the answer right. People get so happy being right. It's like your brain just won an award for remembering a stranger on the TV. I've seen people (michelle and I) get in to contests to see who will get the right answer first. I've seen people (me) get mad when they're so sure of the correct answer and then get wrong.

Who knows why we get so excited when we recognize people correctly. Who knows why it's so important for us to know where we've seen an actor or actress before, for us to relax and enjoy our show. I think that's why so many teens multi task with the TV on while on the computer. I think it's so they can pull up IMDB or any website they need to pull up be it facebook, twitter, myspace, xanga or whatever, to keep from having to miss an entire show just wondering.  And in case you ever are just sitting there wondering without your phone, laptop, or anyone else, I hope for your sake that you have the remote beside you, because you know that if it's not, no matter how much it bothers you, you will not be getting up to check if the remotes not there to pause the show. For all our curiosity, laziness will always come first.

CONGRATULATIONS YOU'VE WON

So while navigating around the internet I realize one thing that really annoys me is the "interactive ads." you know the ads that have sound, are always really loud, and sometimes you can't even find where they are coming from. Those might be the ones that bother me the most, the ones I can't find.

I think we've all gone through that, you're sitting quietly at home, curled up with your computer, maybe even drinking something, hot chocolate, milk, juice, whatever you change pages when blasting in your face even when your speakers are on soft: "CONGRATULATIONS YOU'VE WON" The flashing seizure inducing light, the emoticon, the floating accept button, the annoying guys voice. 

If not that, how about the Interactive commercials. The ones always about cleaning or sickness. The mom's voice shouting out "KIDS."  The mucus men with their cold medicine. The ones you have to search for to turn off the sound, because even if you refresh the page, they just keep coming back, and back and back. They follow you everywhere, and sometimes you can't even turn off the sound. You click and click the speaker icon with ever increasing horror as you realize it's not turning off, the sounds still there. you can't stop the voices. 

Then the one I fear the most. The ones you can't find, only here. Oh the horror of those ads. You search all the pages you have open, you scroll and scroll, search and search but there's no sign of the ad. You can't stop it. You panic and finally just close everything. It's like the internet's a bully just pranking you while you're in your safe place. Slowly trying to turn you insane, until you decide to play kickboxing with the monitor. 

What's even worse is that they don't always start as soon as the page has loaded. Sometimes, if you've been there awhile, reading an article they suddenly tag team with the nice quiet ad that was there and start, surprising you and making you spill hot coco all over yourself. You're never safe. They're like little ninja ads, waiting until you're satisfied they aren't there to strike. Each blow deadlier than the last. No one is safe. 

Naming My Sims

So I'm sure many of you have played the Sims on computer or whatever else it's on, and I gotta say I love the game. I think it's the greatest thing ever, but the only thing I hate about the game is the naming process. I can't think up names to save my life. I feel bad and weird making Sims with the same names of people I know yet those are the only names I can think of that don't sound like  "black" names. My most famous, famous meaning at least one other person will always recognize it as being my work, (Michelle) is Quanicus. I wanted a Q name for who knows what reason and that's what I came up with.

I feel there's way too much pressure in naming your Sims. It's their entire identity. you'll have to see it for the entire week of their lifespan, before they set the place on fire and just become zombies. That's another thing, my Sims are always horribly suicidal. I give them a little free will and the first thing they do is off themselves, if its not play games until they wet themselves.

I digress. Coming up with the perfect name for your perfect little suicidal family is so hard to me. I don't know how people name their children. I guess that's why so many first born children are named after their parents, then it gets worse as you go down. I mean with my brothers, they have the same middle name, though James' is the Austrian version of it. Way to be diverse Mom and Dad.

I think when it comes time for me to name my children, assuming my husband doesn't have names he set on or can at least choose them, I'll just open a baby name book and close my eyes and point. Gather so many then print them up on a dart board, invite my friends over and see what's most popular. People say that a lot but does anybody ever actually do it? i'll be the first if I can. Otherwise I'll Probably end up naming them after random Marvel Comic heroes and characters. Let the teacher's have fun with the names. "Ororo! raise your hand before you talk!" "Jubaliee where's your manners, doesn't your parents teach you it's rude to say that?" "Pyro, where did you get that book of matches????"

I think it's sad that I'm already planning on any offspring of mine, being troublemakers and problem causers. It's probably out of anger from me giving them such weird names in the first place. At least I won't choose La-a. (Honey, its La DASH a)

Robin Hood, BBC style

So lately I've been watching this BBC Robin Hood show,

that is extremely amazing and I recommend it to anyone and everyone, and I've been thinking about, if I lived back then, what character's life would I want the most?

Would it be Robin's outlaw life in the woods, with a masterful touch of the bow?

Would I want to be Maid Marian, who lives in the castle under better social circumstances, just waiting for the day the Good King Richard returns so she can be with her beloved, while helping him in his plight for justice as she can, putting herself in danger. Her fighting skills are nothing to laugh at either.

Maybe I want Guy of Gisborne's life, rich, easy, always thwarted by Robin Hood but never killed. The Sheriff's dog, doing what he wants him to do, but getting lots of money. And living very comfortably.

Maybe the Sheriff himself, having the money and the power and the influence. The deal with the prince to ensure his survival. Living it up in a castle.

Maybe Little John. Living as an outlaw because he's too ashamed to go home to his family and child. Helping the poor on a strict honor code and unable to watch them suffer. A true heart of gold in a failing society. Stronger than most men and able to beat up the worst of the Sheriff's men. Robin's trusted man.

How about Much, Robin's faithful servant, that fought along side him in the crusades, and gained his freedom and a rise out of the lower class, only to move into the woods and be the cook for the outlaws. He fights along side them though as his skillz have been developed by Robin Hood.

I can't forget about the life of Allan A Dale, masterful sneak and of shaky principles. He knows how to survive in any way he can, never mind who he betrays. What does it matter, when at least he's alive? Though he dose have his line and he cares about the poor, just not at the expense of his own survival.

How About Djaq? An Arab fighting in British country, because these outlaws give hope to ger and human kind. A master at potions and medicine, skillful with a blade and handy at chemical warfare. Not to mention a woman pretending to be her dead twin brother.

Though I think, of all the many characters on the show, the one person I would want to be, and props to those of you guys that notice one of the major outlaws I haven't yet mentioned, would be Will Scarlet. Handy with the blade, axes, and bow. A masterful engineer and lock smith. A heart of gold, true to Robin, himself,  the poor and his friends. His fierce loyalty is amazing and his talent unmatched. No matter what Robin always trusts him.
I know I didn't mention Friar Tuck but I haven't gotten that far yet in the show, he doesn't show up until season 3 and I'm still in season 2. Prince John is only mentioned not shown and there have been some major other outlaws who died the most heroic and horrific deaths I've ever seen. Considering what I was watching, I'm quite proud of this show for having no mercy.

Living Random

After my meeting with my academic advisor today I was inclined to think about what it means to live randomly. Is it doing crazy things here and there?

 

 Is it acting out impulsively everywhere you go?

 Is it breaking out into song and dance numbers in the middle of the street because somewhere close by is playing music on a speaker, and the musics there for others to hear, not just in your head, so it might make more sense to the people what you are singing and dancing to? 

Or is it simply just living outside the routine of everyday life? Is it to do the unexpected things just to spice up a tired and overdone rhythm? Is it adding a sax solo to jazz things up? What things constitute being random vs being crazy and immature?

When Michelle and I danced in the streets of Disney World to 'My favorite Things' were we being immature or just random?

When Nate and I stopped in the middle of the road in the middle of the night to jump in a strangers leaf pile, where we being immature and crazy, or random?

I think, that it all doesn't matter. I think it's not important what it's classified as, as long as you're having fun with it. Like when I pretend to be a classical pianist while I type, and lift my hands all passionate after words. I do it because it's entertaining, not for anything else. And I add in hair flicks just to really get into character. 

A lot of the time when I'm telling people stories they ask me 'why' and I always answer the same way, "Why not?" Someday, someone will have an answer for me, and provide a list of reasons why not, but even when that day comes, I don't think I'll change. Why not live for fun and adventure? Why not do the unexpected? Everyone says it, nobody does it.  It may not be on a grand scale of going to exotic locations and doing things, but even in your day to day life you can spice things up. Actually sing that song out loud, not just in your head. I've done it, while walking around campus, I've heard people doing it. 

How about getting out little brown paper bags and making puppets? Grab your supplies, pens, highlights, crayons, whatever and just have at it? The fun there is endless, even if you never actually play with the puppets, unless you're like me and take at lest an hour of staring into space just to come up with an idea or name that makes comprehensive sense and you're actually able to create. 

Put on some music and dance with your broom while sweeping, or vacuum works too. Dance to the dishes, twirl with the laundry. There's so many things you can do in a day that are just random and brighten things up. 

Or just stay in your normal routine and be normal. That always works too. 

though I admit, I even sleep in random positions, just to see if i can...

Moral of the Ramblings?

                    

Grab It, Share It

With the start of college and life outside the confines of home, I can find myself longing for the world outside little Ohio where I've resided all my life. I live in the international dorms, surrounded daily by people from all over the world. I can't help but think of all the exotic and non exotic places there are, and everywhere that isn't here. 

There's Europe, with all its history. Buildings from time's I can only dream of. Places steeped in more history than I can imagine. 

There's Africa, the womb of mankind. The place where we all began, with animals of every kinds. 

There's Asia, the orient, the exotic and mysterious. 

New Zealand, beauty as far as the eye can see. 

Australia, and their freaky freaky earthworms. 

I don't really care for South America...stupid anacondas......the amazon has ruined the entire continent for me, while i understand its important to the survival of mankind..

The Gulf and Caribbean and its tropical delights.

And even North America and it's places of note. 

The places I've never seen and may never see. The places i will see and the places I don't want to see. The world is such a vast and amazing place with so much to offer. I can't help but dream of being a traveler, visiting it all and leaving the humdrum of Ohio. Though there's few places I'd rather return home to at the end of it all than Ohio. 

Where's Aladdin outside my window with that magic carpet when I need him? I want to go to a whole new world, shinning, shimmering, splendid. Every turn a surprise, with new horizons to pursue, every moment red letter (what does that even mean?? I seriously don't know.) 

I wanna ride on a boat, fly in a plane, take a motorcycle across the land. I want to sky dive, learn archery, hike mountains, crawl through caves. 

I wanna face my fears with snakes (not really, stupid snakes) I wanna see if I have a fear of heights then over come it.

I want so much and yet, for all the glorious places I could be, for all the sites i could see, that food i could eat and the animals i could pet, ride, feed, see, I find, what's the point without my best of friends to share it with? 

So alright guys, 2015. We're going. Start saving your money now. There's an entire world out there, and we need to share it, together.