If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it

Guilty thoughts about a Dead man

2007-05-07T04:49:29Z

Today I ended up getting the one book I've been putting off and putting off from getting. The book Ralph Steadman ended up writing after the good Doctor punched his own ticket in 2005, called "The Joke's over" which is pretty much Ralph talking about his best friend and all the times they had together, and a lot of the copies of the faxes they had going back and forth to each other. (I have a strong feeling that Doc really didn't like using the phone that much and would rather type away at his typewriter instead, god knows he could talk almost as fast as he could write, probably.)

I started to flip through it once I bought it and I have to say, there are a lot of very interesting faxes that the Doctor of Journalism wrote to his dear friend, about stuffing a dead dog wrapped in a Santa Suit down the chimmey of the houses of one of the people he hates on X-mas Eve. Trust me on this one folks, some of this stuff, I don't have a twisted enough mind to think this crap up. Over all, the book is a gem in itself really, especally Ralph talking about him trying to get Hunter out of his hotel room one day and all that Hunter was doing on the other side was making weird groans and "loud cat wails." It's a book that no Thompson fan should be with out.

But after a while, I closed the book and I ended up getting this feeling in my stomach, it wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't a good feeling, it was just a weird feeling. It was like, I was reading about a man who I greatly admired and was a big fan of his work, and he's dead. He's really gone, I think it's been a while since I got the reality of him really being gone after two years since he did it.

I mean I remember reading some of his work in eariler 2004 and thinking, "Wow, this man is such a genius, he knows his work and he has such a way of writing things, I would give anything to write like that, to have that passion of writing in mine own." But now with him gone, I don't know, I don't think my writer's muse allows me to think like that anymore because everytime I do, I feel almost guilty in a way, knowing that he's gone. I don't know.

All I know is that his work will always live on, always. There will never be another man like HST, ever. He was one in a billion, and now... he's gone. He's probably looking down at us (or up, which ever view you perfer) watching humanity through his dark sunglasses, probably saying a witty comment or two about how all the goverment has gone to hell, taking a long drag on the cigarette in his mouth, downing some of the whiskey he has in a tall cup filled with ice, and then walking away, off to cause some chaos where ever it leads him.

*Raises glass*

Aliens and the TARDIS!

2007-04-29T06:36:23Z

Warning: The post enclosed contents a rather large amount of Geek moments being compressed over a period of days and really needing to be reliesed before having a major geek burn out.

You have been warned.

I have two words for all of you. Doctor. Who. Oh my god, I feel like a complete and utter idiot for not finding out about this FANTASTICLY Brilliant British TV show eariler. Well I mean, I know one of my online friends keeps talking about it, that and David Tennet, which is the Tenth Doctor in the Series, but yea I'll get it that later, so don't worry about that now.

So yea I ended up watching one epsoide from the 2005 first season and well, that turned to two and then three and then before I knew it I had completed the first season in a manner of like two days and reliezing that I loved every moment of it and wanted more! God I wanted more!

So for those who are Who-deprived here's is a little rundown on the major facts:

The Doctor has had many faces in the entirety of the show of Doctor Who

See what I mean?

Now you're probably asking, "Wait, all those guys are suppose to be playing the same character?! How the fuck do they do that! They all look different!"

Well shut up and I'll tell you.

The Doctor is an Alien. Yep that's right, but as he clearly states in one esp, he's not from Mars.

"I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not from Mars."

Well ok maybe not as clear, but still stays it. But yes he is an Alien race called a Time Lord, which is planet was destoryed during the Time Lords and the Daleks (In short, these guys are just pissed off R2D2s that like to go around and kill everything) and his whole race was killed off. Sad? Very.

Anyway, the writers had this brilliant plan of "Hey, what if the Time Lords could cheat death by just changing every cell in their bodies and end up looking completely different! That way when the actor playing him has to leave, we can just pull the changing cells card and switch!"

Brilliant idea if I do say so myself.

Now as an Alien, of course, he has a Spaceship, it wouldn't be right for him to be without one, so behold!

The TARDIS!

Yes it's a Police call box from the outside, but on the inside, well lets just say that secret Time Lord techology make it "Bigger on the inside"

See? Much bigger on the inside!

This is Chris Eccleston who plays the Ninth doctor when the show came backed as a remake in 2005. (For those asking themselves: *Yes* that's Raymond Calitri from Gone in 60 seconds.)

This is the Doctor's first traveling companion, Rose Tyler (played by Billie Piper) which yes like all scifi shows have major unresolved sexual tension, but you gotta look pretty hard to see it in some parts. She is human, in which she gets intertangled with the good Doctor when the department store she's working at, in the basement, she gets attacked by store plastic display dummies (Yea, it's too weird for me to be making this crap up) And before she gets killed, a strange man grabs her hand and says only one word to her "Run" before pulling her out of the basement and into the elevator -or as the British would call it- the "Lift."

After something happens, which I won't spoil anything for those who actually end up watching the show because of this post, The Doctor ends up changing his form and BEHOLD! David Tennet's Doctor is flying around. Some people like him better than Eccelston, but I don't know, I like them both, they both bring such great things to the character and I like them both for different reasons.

Anyway the basic storyline for the show is The Doctor flying around in his TARDIS (or as some people call his flying blue box) and helping out people and saving planets, saving people, stopping evil Alien races, etc. with some sort of traveling companion helping out (or starting trouble, really determines which epsoide your watching)

So with The Doctor's cool badass moments:

Emperor Dalek: You destroyed us, Doctor. The Dalek race died in your inferno, but my ship survived. Falling through time, crippled but alive!
The Doctor: I get it...
Daleks: Do not interrupt! Do not interrupt! Do not interrupt!
The Doctor: I think you're forgetting something. I'm the Doctor, and if there's one thing I can do it's talk. I've got five billion languages and you haven't got one way of stopping me, so if anybody's going to shut up,
[turns to Daleks]
The Doctor: it's *you*!
[Daleks reverse away from The Doctor]

...the funny ones:

Captain Jack Harkness: Okay! This can function as a sonic blaster, a sonic cannon, and a circle-and-hold sonic disruptor. Doc, what've you got?
The Doctor: I've got a sonic
[fishes around in pockets, gets out his Sonic Screwdriver]
The Doctor: ... uh... oh, never mind.
Captain Jack Harkness: What?
The Doctor: It's sonic, okay, let's leave it at that.
Captain Jack Harkness: Disruptor, cannon, what?
The Doctor: It's sonic! Totally sonic! I'm soniced up!
Captain Jack Harkness: [shouting] A SONIC WHAT?
The Doctor: Screwdriver!
[monsters break through the walls]

And of course the witty ones:

Rose Tyler: [referring to the TARDIS] The inside's bigger than the outside?
The Doctor: Yes.
Rose Tyler: It's alien?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose Tyler: Are you alien?
The Doctor: Yes.
[pause]
The Doctor: Is that all right?
Rose Tyler: [shocked] Yeah.
The Doctor: That's OK. Culture shock. It happens to the best of us

Slitheen: And who are you, if not human?
Harriet Jones: Who's not human?
Rose Tyler: He's not human.
The Doctor: Can I have a bit of hush?
Harriet Jones: Sorry
[to Rose]
Harriet Jones: But he's got a Northern accent!
Rose Tyler: Lots of planets have a North
The Doctor: I said hush!

So anyway that's it for me. Here's the link to a place where you can watch the esps from season 1-2 and a bit of season 3, if this post has convensed you the total awesomeness of the show.

http://www.tv-links.co.uk/show.do/1/26

Ok that's it for my geek rant.

I'll leave you with this fun word to say:

TARDIS!

"Why his Affection for you has faded, I have no idea."

2007-03-05T16:30:32Z

If any of you haven't seen the movie Kiss Kiss Bang Bang yet, you are stupid and go out and rent it right now. No I'm not kidding, I'm dead serious, go out and get it right this minute. It has Robert Downey Jr. and Val Kilmer in it and it's directed by Shane Black. And if you have time watch the commentary of the three of them with it, also funny. Anyway I just watched this Moviefone "Unscripted" interview with the two of them for the movie. Wow... that had to be the funniest interview I've ever seen.

Kilmer: Hey Robert.
Downey: Hey honey bunny

[About Shane Black, the director of the movie]
Downey: Do you still think he loves you?
Kilmer: Yes I do. Why his affection for you has faded, I have no idea.
[Downey laughs]
Kilmer: Maybe it's because you married his producer without his consent.
Downey: Yea maybe.
Kilmer: Why would you do that, Robert? Why?
Downey: I don't know, seemed like a good idea at the time.

I seriously have never laughed so hard in my whole life in this interview it's so funny. Since I'm too lazy to actually find the link for it, I'll just tell you how to get it. Go to google or whatever search engine you like to use and type in "Moviefone: Unscripted" and it should be the first link. Then you just scroll down the videos until you find "Robert Downey Jr./Val Kilmer" I think you need a flash to actually play the video or something.

Anyway anyone else not know that Robert Downey Jr. was a singer? Or am I the only one who didn't know? Ah fuck it, yea I didn't know and I first figured tha the song during the credits of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is actually him singing off his album, "The Futurist" so I started to look into him and found a video of him singing on youtube. (I put it in the music section in myspace, just to let you know.) I totally fell-love with his voice and literally went out and bought the CD. Only took me going to three stores to finally find it in Santa Cruz.

Yea I've been listening to it ever since I got it and yea... I'm still listening to it. Like right now... lol As I type.

..... I really gotta think about finding a boyfriend....

A Mythbuster's Christmas

2006-12-26T18:10:32Z

Well I hope you all had a nice and safe Christmas. Mine was kinda boring since we kinda already did the whole gift thing before, we kinda do it earlier in the year since it's kinda more of a moment thing. So we had a tree and everything, but my sister and my brother just went out and got some gifts to wrap which made my mom happy since the tree didn't look like the Charlie Brown tree anymore. It was mostly ski stuff which really didn't surprise me. It was kinda like "Hey guess what we like to do!"

Apparently on the Discovery channel, they were having a Mythbuster's 18 hour marathon. So that prety much took a good 80% of my day right there. I started getting into that show when they had that movie myths esp where they did the whole Underworld shooting a circle in the ground to get to the next floor and the cutting another sword in half from Count of Monte Criso. It really got me hooked and so I started watching it more and more. I remember they did a thing on Soda and Mentos and I laughed, saying that I had already did it for a fun little experiment at my friend Hannah's house for her birthday one year up in Napa.

I think I fell asleep around the Movie catburglers one, which made me mad since I wanted to see Adam scale a building with his suction thing he built for going up the heating vent and I had just missed it. I was actually really surprised that the 'Powers that Be' (The producers) let Adam do that. I remember in the movie myths esp, they did the whole leapping out a window and falling on a bunch of awings, like in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, towards the beginning. He really wanted to do that, but apparently the 'Powers' said it was too dangerous and didn't want him to do it for the fear that he might hurt himself. So he can't jump off a building into a bunch of awnings for the fear that he might hurt himself, but he can scale an entire building with his homemade suction thing, where if one thing goes wrong, he might even kill himself...? Wow... yea... alright...

Both Sides of the Line

2006-12-24T19:26:56Z

I really don't know what to call this post. I mean, I started this two days ago after I saw the Good Shepard, which was great by the way go see it. Right after I saw it, on the drive back, this statement started going through my head over and over and over again. I really didn't know what to make of it until I put it down on a Word doc on my computer. (The statement is the very first sentence in the story.) Then I just started writing, just anything and I guess this was the result of it and I just couldn't stop writing. I've shown it to some of my friends and they think it's really good and it really hooks you into the beginning and keeps you interested. But I don't know, you can be the judge of that. I do warn you, like all my works, it's kinda long, so yea. Enjoy and comment! (Your welcome, Lisa!)

"Is there some reason you’re having me followed?"

It was the only question I could think of to ask him on that cold Friday night. I watched him take a long drag on his cigarette that stuck in-between his middle and pointer finger, directly in front of me with his eyes looking at the ground below his feet. He slowly let the smoke leak from his lips as he thought of a suitable answer for me, pulling up his eyes from the ground and pointing them towards mine. His glance that looked like despair crossed with pity from underneath that dark brown fedora.

"It wasn't my choice. You brought this upon yourself, you know." I scoffed with disbelief, shuffling my feet a little on the icy concrete path beneath my feet and stuffing my hands into my black leather jacket pockets.

"It's my loyalty he's brought into question, hasn't he? That's why I'm being followed," I said, staring in right in eyes, "isn't it?" He stood there in silence for a moment or two, taking another long drag from his cigarette and directing his view back towards the ground under his feet, "Darien, answer me."

"He asked me... to do it, he wouldn't say why," he finally answered, smoke covering every word that passed by his lips, again pulling his glance from the ground back at me again with that pity and despair look still on his face. I stood there in silence, wondering every possible answer to why he would do this to me.

"You’re lying," I stated, breaking the silence in-between us, "I've known him long enough to know that he always says why he wants something done." He took one last drag before dropping the cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out with his foot with a deep sigh, the smoke flying out of his nose.

"Please luv, don't put me in this position," he whispered quietly and persistently, slowly cocking his head over his shoulder and eyeing the surroundings behind him.

"Is it my job?" I pushed with an irritated tone, "is it my loyalty? Because he knows as well as you that anytime his goddamn name is mentioned in a case, I always... *always* do my best to shove it aside. It's not my fault when he gets binged for the fucking crimes he actually commits!" Again, a breath of silent air blew in-between us while I stared into my older brother’s eyes, waiting for him to come up with a good reason, but seeing that look in his eyes, I could tell that he really couldn’t think of one.

"Do you realize how lucky we are that no one in the family figured us out?" He sighed softly, "Do you have any idea what would happen if they found out about us?"

"Yea," I replied with a bland tone, "they'd tie us up, throw us in the trunk of their Mercedes, and start debating whether to dump our bodies in the river or to bury them in the middle of a forest somewhere." Another pause of silence came in-between us again, giving us both a minute to regain our thoughts before speaking again.

"He's starting to think that your department is catching onto you," he started to explain, lowering his tone of voice, "he's having you followed because... he thinks your feeding them inside information—" I quickly scoffed, causing him to stop while took a couple steps in a circle of frustration, before whirling back around towards him.

"Shit! How could he think that?! I’ve been nothing, but loyal to him!" I snapped in anger, the sound of my voice getting louder with each word, "it's Vinny isn't it?! He's been onto me the minute I joined the department!" He quickly grabbed my shoulders and gently moved me a couple steps to the right, behind a tree in the park we were in while glancing all around us.

"Keep your voice down," he whispered in a forceful tone, "if anyone sees us together like this, we're dead, you hear me?" I took a deep breath, trying slow my heart down and to keep my mind from spinning.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" I demanded, lowering my tone. He gave a heavy scoff and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his light brown trench coat.

"What and risk you going trigger happy on the people in the family suspecting you? Fuck no and the only reason I'm telling you now is to keep you from killing anyone."

"Now why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?"

"Because, sweetie, you out of all people should know: once a hit-man *always* a hit-man." For the first time all night, a smile slithered from one side of my face to the other. He seemed to grin back lightly.

"I promise I won't do anything stupid. I'll just keep up like nothing's wrong." He nodded a couple times, still holding that light smile.

"That’s my girl."

My older brother, Darien and I have been working for the ruthless mafia gangster Antonio Romano for twelve years now. We decided early on to keep our family relationship a secret. We watched first hand what happened to people working for the Romano's when they tried to leave. The cold-blooded bastard would use their own family against them and threatened to have them all tortured practically to death, shot in the back of the head, and their bodies dismembered then burned. I'd know, because I would usually be the one to put the bullets in. I was the family hit-man for ten years, killing off anyone that I was told to. I was loyal to their decisions. If I was assigned a hit, I would always get in my mind that this man or woman did something against the family and had to be taken care of since that's what I was usually told.

They would slide me a manila envelope with a picture and a typed piece of paper of their name, information, and known locations of where they've been seen most frequently in the past year. Then I would usually follow them, learn their daily routine and find the most unpopulated place in their routine to do the job to avoid the possibility of anyone spotting me. I usually liked to use my .45 pistol with silencer for hits that I called 'alley-way' jobs. I'd come up behind them from a far, usually in an alley way or a parking garage and take them out that way. Then I'd have 'sneak-up' jobs where I'd use some piano wire or some sort of wire. These were up-close and personal hits, a little harder than just shooting a guy from a far, but they were quick and clean, no visible evidence. The hardest job, but less possibly chance of being seen were ones I called 'boom' jobs where I'd use, yep you guessed it, bombs. Some guy working for the family would make them and I’d rig them onto cars, doors, lights, whatever worked with a trigger. I usually never questioned the family and I was good at what I did.

Darien's job is a bit more dangerous. He was close to Mr. Romano himself. He's his right-hand man. He over saw and controlled everything that the family did, from controlling the underground gambling and making the deals to keep everything running smoothly to assigning me the hits of people who have came against the family. But because of his high position in the family and his job, he's got a higher risk of getting whacked off. Some philosophy of: if you cut off the neck from the head, the body will die. Our enemies starting to believe that if Darien was out of the picture, the Romano family would fall apart. So not only does he have to be extra careful about the family about finding out about us, but he also has to be looking over his back all the time.

"I"m here now, baby."

2006-12-22T05:09:13Z

Alright! I added more into my Hodgela fan fic! Sorry it took me so long, but I have this stupid way my brain works where I can only work what's currently in my head. After a couple Bones esps, I started writing again, just trying to think where I should go with it. So here it is. I just added more to the orginal post I posted a couple posts ago. (Wow could I say posts more?)

Dr. Jack Hodgins was packing his notebooks into his bag when he heard it. He paused, book in hand and quiet and he heard a woman crying from up in the lounge on the second floor of the lab. It was about 9:30 pm on a Thursday night, so he assumed everyone had gone home already since he was sometimes the one ending up closing everything up at night when he ended up loosing track of time and staying the longest, having Zach Addy annoying him to get done and drive them home. But this time, he was actually out on a date with the blonde girl from pathology, which Hodgins still can’t figured out how he got a second date, but was glad he wasn’t pestering him to give him a ride home. He quickly shoved the last notebook inside, closed his bag and quietly made his way up the metal stairs, making a soft ‘clinking’ sound as his shoes hit each metal stair.

The crying seemed to get louder once he was on the second floor and when he slowly wondered towards the sound in the lounge. He slowly peered around the corner to find Angela Montenegro sitting on the couch, leaning her elbows on her legs and her head in her hands, crying. It looked like her whole body was shaking. She had been kind of upset most the day and was kind of jumpy. She didn’t indulge in Hodgins’ usual daily flirting games, which made him a bit curious, but when he went to ask her about it, she quickly snapped back to normal again. He knew something was wrong.

"Angela?" He said quietly and curiously, slowly appearing from behind the corner and made his way over towards her on the couch. She jumped a little in fright and quickly pulled her head up from her hands and quickly wiped her face with her hands.

"Oh Hodgins, Hi," she said, sniffling a little, "I thought everyone had gone home. I didn’t see Zach around, so I thought you guys had left." Hodgins shrugged his shoulders while stuffing his hands in his jean pockets with a slight smile, stopping right in front of the couch.

"He’s actually on a date with the blonde form pathology," he spoke with a friendly smile, "don’t answer me how he got the second date, I’ve been trying to figure it out all day," he ended with a slight scoff. A soft smile appeared on her face, sniffling a little, her body was still trembling.

"Well, with all the advice I’ve given him, you’d think he’d at least get a dinner with the girl." He held his smile on his face for a couple moments, nodding his head.

"Yea, I guess that’s true." There was silence in-between them for a couple seconds before he spoke again, "are you okay? You’ve been kinda shaky all day today." The smile slowly melted from her face and her dejected look appeared back on her face. She just shook her head, more tears falling down her cheek as Hodgins slowly sat down on the couch next to her, extending his arm across the back of the couch.

"I got a call today... from an ex of mine," she said quietly, like she was trying to fight off crying again, "Billy Donavan." She paused for a moment, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks, "he was one of those... tough guys... soon later...a mistake... a very bad... violent...mistake." Hodgins just sat there listening to every word Angela said with a look of concern, piecing together a thought from the clues presented to him: her shaking with fear, the ex-boyfriend, the jumpiness. Brennan taught them never to jump to conclusions, but this was definitely supporting the evidence.

"He hurt you, didn’t he?" He said softly in a tone like it was almost painful to say. Just the thought of someone hurting her sent waves of pain to his heart. Angela sat there for a minute, staring off into the wall, more tears rolling down her cheek as she nodded a couple times.

"When he called me today... he said that he was in town and that he wanted to talk about... us getting back together," she shook her head, "I said no and was about to hang up when... he said that he wasn’t leaving town or leaving me alone until we spoke," she spoke, her voice getting a bit shaky and her body was trembling a bit harder than before, "I guess... I’m just... too scared to... to go home. Scared he’ll be there... waiting..." Hodgins gave a frustrating sigh.

"Well, you can, you know, always come home with me... if you don’t wanna go home... I don’t think you should stay here all night," he stated, looking over at her with his beautiful deep blue eyes. She stared into his soft gentle eyes and slowly slouched over him, placing her head on top of his chest and her arm over his body, snuggling up close to him. He quickly enclosed her in his arms, draping his arm around her. He entangled his hand in hers, resting on his chest and rubbing her fingers with his thumb. He could feel little wet drops fall onto his shirt from Angela’s tears falling onto his chest and her body trembling a little still.

"I’m here now, baby," he whispered, tightening his grip around her in his arms and softly kissing the top of her head, "I’m here..."

Angela sat there on the couch of the lounge of the lab in Hodgins’ arms, feeling all her fear for her abusive ex slowly disappear just being close to him. She felt herself slowly falling sleep to the slow beating sound of his heart through his chest, a relaxing and claming rhythm. He didn’t want to move or speak since she looked so peaceful in his arms and he didn’t want to disturb her. Her body had finally stopped trembling. Seeing her like this reminded him of when he was buried alive with Brennan, in that car. The only thing that kept his brain going was the thought of seeing her again, admitting to Brennan of his love for Angela and then the first image he saw when he was pulled out of the dirt, was her smiling face.

Suddenly he was shook from the daze he was in when he heard a noise coming from the lower level of the lab that made Angela slowly open her eyes from her trouble less sleep. It sounded like a pounding of the metal door down below, but then there was another noise that sounded like a mute sound of shattering glass that made her breathing quicken and her grip tighten around his body. Hodgins gently sat Angela up and slowly lifted himself up off the couch, looking like he was going to go check things out.

"Angela!" A muted male voice roared, sounding like it was coming from outside.

"It’s him! Jack, it’s him!" She whispered in a frightened tone, grabbing his hand in worry causing him to stop. He looked back at her with his hypnotic blue eyes, leaned over her, hushing her,

"Shhhh, it’s ok, I’ll take care of him," he whispered, but right when she was going to say something, but he quickly shoved his lips on top of hers, kissing her softly for a moment or two. He gently pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, running his fingers through her hair.
"You stay here and don’t move," he whispered softly and then slowly walked over towards the top of the stairs. He gazed back over towards the worried and nervous Angela sitting on the couch before heading down the metal stairs, holding onto the railing while he walked.

Once he got to the bottom, Hodgins gradually made his way across the lab floor, heading towards the metal pounding sound, which was just outside the front door. He nervously gripped his hands by his sides a couple times as he passed his station in the lab. He quickly grabbed the heaviest thing he could get his hands on, being a piece of pipe he was analyzing for mineral samples. He glanced at a shadowy figure outside through the window of the door as he approached it. It looked like a dirty blonde haired guy stumbling around and knocking hard on the door. He saw a broken bottle on the ground, seeing that was what made the sound of the muted broken glass.

"Angela, I know you’re in there!" Donavan roared, pounding on the door again, "Talk to me!" Hodgins’ grip around the pipe tightened, finally making it over towards the door and opening it, holding the pipe behind the door.

"Can I help you?" Hodgins snapped, keeping his hand and the pipe out of sight behind the open door. Donavan had stumbled back a couple steps when Hodgins opened the door and stared at him with fierce eyes for a couple seconds before snapped.

"Where is she?" His voice was laced with rage, sounding like he was doing his best to hold it back.

"Where’s who?" Donavan quickly shoved through the scientist, pushing him with some force back through the door and stormed into the lab. Hodgins quickly pulled the hand with the pipe it in behind his back when the blonde pushed through him to get through the door.

"Angela!" He howled, sending echoes through out all corners of the lab. Hodgins couldn’t help but glance upwards towards the lounge, seeing that she was completely out of site and hoped she stayed that way, no matter what she heard.

"Listen man, I don’t know what your problem is," Hodgins snapped, gazing back downwards to Donavan, wandering around the pad that the lab’s on top and looking all around the first floor, "but she’s not here," he ended, speaking louder than before and tightening his grip around the pipe behind his back. Donavan stopped walking and looked back over at him with a look of rage. He stormed back over towards him and shoved him, pushing him back a little, grabbing the edges of his shirt. Hodgins swung his arm behind him, doing the best he could to keep the pipe hidden behind his back and trying to resist the urge to smack him in the side of the head with it.

"Listen you annoying lab rat," Donavan growled in his face, "she’s here, I know she’s here. So you’re gonna tell me where she is or you’ll regret it." His breath smelt like bad alcohol mixed with bad breath. It was getting harder and harder for Hodgins to fight the urge to bash him in the head many times, feeling the cold steel in his hand.

"What gonna do? You’re gonna kill me in a museum’s anthropologic lab?" He scoffed in disbelief, "Sorry man, but we don’t create the bodies here, they usually come to us after they’re already dead," he spoke in a sarcastic manner.

Before Hodgins had time to do anything else, Donavan quickly rammed him backwards, and slammed his back pretty hard against the side of the wall, catching his arm in-between the wall and his back. He grunted in pain, causing him to drop the pipe in his hand, which made a loud clanking sound on the ground. By the looks of things, Donavan either didn’t really notice the pipe or he didn’t care because he just kept staring back at him with fierce and rage filled eyes, looking like could do anything at this point, keeping him pinned against the wall with his arm behind him.

"You don’t believe me, smart-ass?" he growled, still up close in his face, looking like he could practically bite his nose off, "Either you tell me where she is or I’ll make damn sure you never walk again." Hodgins stayed silent and returning Donavan’s icy glare, feeling the pain shooting down to his arm, pinned in-between his back and the wall.

"You’ll have to kill me first," he barked back. Donavan gave off a hunter’s smile while he violently shoved him harder against the wall, making him wince in pain and let off a painful hiss.

"That can be arranged," he growled, and pulling out a knife from his pocket with his other hand and shoving it roughly on Hodgins’ neck, making him quickly tilting his head upwards a little and struggling a little.

Improvement!

2006-12-06T21:02:21Z

Ok I feeling SOO much better than this morning. The pain has finally gone away and I kept myself awake during Psychology (we were watching a video, an interesting one, so I guess that helped.)

WE KICKED SO MUCH ASS ON OUR SCENE FOR THEATER! I mean we nailed every line and did everything perfect and people laughed! We really couldn't have done any better! So we pretty much got an A for a scene.

Arggg... Pain... passes out

2006-12-06T16:22:28Z

So with me not getting a lot of sleep now, add in cramps kicking my ass at about 2 am this morning, I mean like constant and utter pain. I couldn't get back to sleep until like 6:30 and then I dazed out and in for about half an hour before I had to get up for school. That had to be the worse night I have ever had in a while. The little pit below my stomach felt like it was being grabbed and then twisted and then yanked out all at the same time. So in other words, it didn't feel pretty. Now to add up to it, we have to do our scenes today in theater. I'm praying that I'm not seriously dying of pain in that class or that they start clearing up before then because if not, my acting is gonna be really crappy and I'm probably gonna let my scene partners down. Then if the painful night wasn't enough, I'm really *really* tired and of course it's the night of my night class, so I'm probably gonna have to keep playing loud music in my ears from my I-pod just to keep myself awake to get through the day. I mean, I could barely shift this morning coming to school since I guess I was too weak to even grab the shifter to shift and when I looked in the mirror this morning, I was really pale and over all, looked terrible. So hopefully, I can get through my first class without either throwing up or passing out in my chair. Maybe some youtube videos will make me feel better.... some Bones videos, some Hodg-ela videos, some Blade... yea... that sounds pretty good about now....

"I'm here now, baby."

2006-12-06T05:44:46Z

Ok, you all know that I write "some" fan fiction, like my immortal 60 pages Numb3rs fan fic that I've actually got some awards on from the Cal Library and a couple other sites I posted it on. Yea I'm pretty surprised too. Anyway, I took a stab at writing some Hodg-ela fan fiction. (For those who haven't been reading my other entries, that's Hodgins and Angela relationship from Bones.) I've been writing some and then trashing some all day yesturday and some of today, since I thought it was crap. Truthfully, I think this is crap too, but not as crappy as the other stuff I've written. So eh. Here is it.

Dr. Jack Hodgins was packing his notebooks into his bag when he heard it. He paused, book in hand and quiet and he heard a woman crying from up in the lounge on the second floor of the lab. It was about 9:30 pm on a Thursday night, so he assumed everyone had gone home already since he was sometimes the one ending up closing everything up at night when he ended up loosing track of time and staying the longest, having Zach Addy annoying him to get done and drive them home. But this time, he was actually out on a date with the blonde girl from pathology, which Hodgins still can’t figured out how he got a second date, but was glad he wasn’t pestering him to give him a ride home. He quickly shoved the last notebook inside, closed his bag and quietly made his way up the metal stairs, making a soft ‘clinking’ sound as his shoes hit each metal stair.

The crying seemed to get louder once he was on the second floor and when he slowly wondered towards the sound in the lounge. He slowly peered around the corner to find Angela Montenegro sitting on the couch, leaning her elbows on her legs and her head in her hands, crying. It looked like her whole body was shaking. She had been kind of upset most the day and was kind of jumpy. She didn’t indulge in Hodgins’ usual daily flirting games, which made him a bit curious, but when he went to ask her about it, she quickly snapped back to normal again. He knew something was wrong.

"Angela?" He said quietly and curiously, slowly appearing from behind the corner and made his way over towards her on the couch. She jumped a little in fright and quickly pulled her head up from her hands and quickly wiped her face with her hands.

"Oh Hodgins, Hi," she said, sniffling a little, "I thought everyone had gone home. I didn’t see Zach around, so I thought you guys had left." Hodgins shrugged his shoulders while stuffing his hands in his jean pockets with a slight smile, stopping right in front of the couch.

"He’s actually on a date with the blonde form pathology," he spoke with a friendly smile, "don’t answer me how he got the second date, I’ve been trying to figure it out all day," he ended with a slight scoff. A soft smile appeared on her face, sniffling a little, her body was still trembling.

"Well, with all the advice I’ve given him, you’d think he’d at least get a dinner with the girl." He held his smile on his face for a couple moments, nodding his head.

"Yea, I guess that’s true." There was silence in-between them for a couple seconds before he spoke again, "are you okay? You’ve been kinda shaky all day today." The smile slowly melted from her face and her dejected look appeared back on her face. She just shook her head, more tears falling down her cheek as Hodgins slowly sat down on the couch next to her, extending his arm across the back of the couch.

"I got a call today... from an ex of mine," she said quietly, like she was trying to fight off crying again, "Billy Donavan." She paused for a moment, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks, "he was one of those... tough guys... soon later...a mistake... a very bad... violent...mistake." Hodgins just sat there listening to every word Angela said with a look of concern, piecing together a thought from the clues presented to him: her shaking with fear, the ex-boyfriend, the jumpiness. Brennan taught them never to jump to conclusions, but this was definitely supporting the evidence.

"He hurt you, didn’t he?" He said softly in a tone like it was almost painful to say. Just the thought of someone hurting her sent waves of pain to his heart. Angela sat there for a minute, staring off into the wall, more tears rolling down her cheek as she nodded a couple times.

"When he called me today... he said that he was in town and that he wanted to talk about... us getting back together," she shook her head, "I said no and was about to hang up when... he said that he wasn’t leaving town or leaving me alone until we spoke," she spoke, her voice getting a bit shaky and her body was trembling a bit harder than before, "I guess... I’m just... too scared to... to go home. Scared he’ll be there... waiting..." Hodgins gave a frustrating sigh.

"Well, you can, you know, always come home with me... if you don’t wanna go home... I don’t think you should stay here all night," he stated, looking over at her with his beautiful deep blue eyes. She stared into his soft gentle eyes and slowly slouched over him, placing her head on top of his chest and her arm over his body, snuggling up close to him. He quickly enclosed her in his arms, draping his arm around her. He entangled his hand in hers, resting on his chest and rubbing her fingers with his thumb. He could feel little wet drops fall onto his shirt from Angela’s tears falling onto his chest and her body trembling a little still.

"I’m here now, baby," he whispered, tightening his grip around her in his arms and softly kissing the top of her head, "I’m here..."

Angela sat there on the couch of the lounge of the lab in Hodgins’ arms, feeling all her fear for her abusive ex slowly disappear just being close to him. She felt herself slowly falling sleep to the slow beating sound of his heart through his chest, a relaxing and claming rhythm. He didn’t want to move or speak since she looked so peaceful in his arms and he didn’t want to disturb her. Her body had finally stopped trembling. Seeing her like this reminded him of when he was buried alive with Brennan, in that car. The only thing that kept his brain going was the thought of seeing her again, admitting to Brennan of his love for Angela and then the first image he saw when he was pulled out of the dirt, was her smiling face.

Suddenly he was shook from the daze he was in when he heard a noise coming from the lower level of the lab that made Angela slowly open her eyes from her trouble less sleep. It sounded like a pounding of the metal door down below, but then there was another noise that sounded like a mute sound of shattering glass that made her breathing quicken and her grip tighten around his body. Hodgins gently sat Angela up and slowly lifted himself up off the couch, looking like he was going to go check things out.

"Angela!" A muted male voice roared, sounding like it was coming from outside.

"It’s him! Jack, it’s him!" She whispered in a frightened tone, grabbing his hand in worry causing him to stop. He looked back at her with his hypnotic blue eyes, leaned over her, hushing her,

"Shhhh, it’s ok, I’ll take care of him," he whispered, but right when she was going to say something, but he quickly shoved his lips on top of hers, kissing her softly for a moment or two. He gently pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, running his fingers through her hair.
"You stay here and don’t move," he whispered softly and then slowly walked over towards the top of the stairs. He gazed back over towards the worried and nervous Angela sitting on the couch before heading down the metal stairs, holding onto the railing while he walked.
O
nce he got to the bottom, Hodgins gradually made his way across the lab floor, heading towards the metal pounding sound, which was just outside the front door. He nervously gripped his hands by his sides a couple times as he passed his station in the lab. He quickly grabbed the heaviest thing he could get his hands on, being a piece of pipe he was analyzing for mineral samples. He glanced at a shadowy figure outside through the window of the door as he approached it. It looked like a dirty blonde haired guy stumbling around and knocking hard on the door. He saw a broken bottle on the ground, seeing that was what made the sound of the muted broken glass.

"Angela, I know you’re in there!" Donavan roared, pounding on the door again, "Talk to me!" Hodgins’ grip around the pipe tightened, finally making it over towards the door and opening it, holding the pipe behind the door.

"Can I help you?" Hodgins snapped, keeping his hand and the pipe out of sight behind the open door. Donavan had stumbled back a couple steps when Hodgins opened the door and stared at him with fierce eyes for a couple seconds before snapped.

"Where is she?" His voice was laced with rage, sounding like he was doing his best to hold it back.

"Where’s who?"

Squint Love!

2006-12-04T01:21:14Z

Yea I've been watching a lot Bones lately, maybe it's because I bought the first season and been watching them nonestop since I got it.... Yea, that's gotta be it. lol Anyway, I guess you could say that I'm watching the show for a number of reasons, the bones aspect, the extremely good sexual vibes from Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth, I mean freakin damn, I thought Grissom and Sara's was strong! But lately, I've seen seeing a lot of other reasons, like one in perticular. The whole Angela and Hodgins vibe. =)

Ok for those who don't follow the show:
Angela Montenergro is an artist that works for the Jeffersonians as a facial reconstrucion-ist and created a program that recreates scencros and such. She's also Dr. Brennan's best friend.

Dr. Jack Hodgins is a scienist with three specialites: Entomology, spores and minerals. So in other words he's a bug, slim and dirt guy, as he likes to put it. He also likes conspiracy theories and being sarcastic with the others.

There have been quite a lot of tention in-between these two, mostly what seems like harmeless flirting and stuff, but for some of us, it looked like something else. Then in a pretty big esp called "Aliens in the Spaceship" Dr. Brennan and Hodgins get kidnapped by the serial killer they were investgating called the Grave Digger because he buries his victims alive in a car or some sort of container. Anyway, the team ends up finding them and Booth pulls Dr. Brennan out of the dirt and then Hodgins and the minute they do BLAM! Angela kisses him.

*Geeky smile*

I mean, it's cute! Then towards the end of the esp, Hodgins admits to her that he's afraid to fall asleep because he's afraid that if he closes his eyes and opens them, he'll be back in that car, buried alive and running out of air. She then tells him to come home with her that way, when he opens his eyes, she'll be there.

I'll admit, at this point, I was pretty much crying lol

Disappearance or Fled?

2006-12-01T06:31:51Z

Since we're studying the Chicano movement and reading Oscar Zeta Acosta's work called "Revolt of the Cockroach people", I've been thinking about him and the Doc more than usually lately. I mean my teacher, Mr. Leal, keeps talking about how big it was during the 60's in Los Angeles and how a lot of the very large Chicano activist were either silenced or fled.

Oscar supposebly disppeared around 1971 off the coast of Mexico, yet there has been evidence that he was alive around 1974. Like a phone called from Oscar to Hunter around 1973, telling him to stay alert and to be careful, why? Well my reasoning leads to someone just worried that his best friend's life is in danger from his own enemies. Kinda a 'if they can't get to me, I think they might come after you.' And there was a hosptial charge for a broken arm or wrist to Jann Wanner or whatever, the guy that Hunter worked for at Rolling Stone around 1974. There have been ten or more "Oscar Sightings" since then. So, did he really disppear and die off the coast of Mexico or is he just in hiding? Of course that was in 1974 and this is 2006-07, the likely hood that is he still alive are pretty silm now, him with his bleeding ulcer and all but... what if he is?

What if he is still alive now and just hiding out and he got the news that his best friend, not only died, but shot himself. How utterly terrible would that be? Then he couldn't even go to his memorial service because he was still in hiding and didn't want to get spotted anywhere. I really could not imagine what that might be like. The pain he would be in, just knowing that he couldn't even say good-bye to one of the bestest friends he has probably ever had in his entire life.

Death is unpredictable

2006-11-30T00:29:34Z

I haven't updated in a while, so I thought I would and plus the fact that I am bored out of my mind waiting for my Forensic anthropology class to start in like two hours.

Well sadly to report that Hailey, one of my friends from Napa's little brother... died on thanksgiving, which pretty much just spoils the whole holiday in general for her family. He was twelve. Twelve fuckin' years old, he didn't even make it to his teen years before he was snatch away from this world by some freak accident. *sighs* I feel completely terrible and I feel that it's duty to be up there, but I'm stuck down here in Watsonville because of my classes. The soonest time I can make it up there is like around the 13th or the 16th of December. In my opinion, that's too long, but I guess I'm just gonna have to take what I can get and be lucky I'm going up at all.

For the first time in god knows when, I'm actually speechless, I really can't think of a thing to say to Hailey to help comfort her in her very much time of need. It's like everything I thought about saying doesn't even come close to what I actually mean. No words can help describe what she's feeling. Of course I've never lost someone close to me at that age, so what could I possiblely say to make her feel better about it? That she has to stay strong for her mother's sake? That whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger? That that pain she is feeling will go away in time, so do your best to stay strong? I feel that all that doesn't cut it. All that... just doesn't seem enough.

My baby, Crowley

2006-10-02T17:57:05Z

Hey everyone, I just would like to report that I have FINALLY got an I-pod! It's 30 GB and it's a video and music one. It's a very pretty black one. I have named it, Crowley (lol the irony is killing me.) I have gotten a real nice case for it with a little clip on the back so I can connect it to my pants when I walk. FOR the first time I don't have to carry something when I'm listening to music! I already have an esp of Numb3rs, Touching Evil, and the movie Tombstone on it. (Couldn't help it, Doc Holiday is so awesome.) Along with 300 hundred songs and it still hasn't taken up up nearly any of the space on it. This morning, I dropped poor Crowley for the first time and thank god, he was in his case! Gotta love it.

Audi means: "Get the F**k out of my way!!"

2006-09-26T21:34:19Z

Well here I am once again. My older brother, Kyle, who came to visit for the summer from going to school in Europe for a couple years, left this morning to go back to school and won't be back until X-mas. I know it's not that long, but I can't help but miss him already. We always said that we were closer than any other of our siblings. Just like my younger brother and my older sister were close too. Now it's like everytime I get in the Audi, I think of him and laugh since he was the one who first taught me how to drive Manual (And Dave a long time ago) and he always said, "You know what Audi means? It means: Get the fuck out of my way!" He always liked to drive fast in that car so it made sense. That and German is like a second language to him, so it makes it all the funnier.

I finally got that awesome Casablanca poster up that one of my best friends gave me for my birthday this year!

I think it's a perfect place for it. Don't you? =)

Sad News from DownUnder =(

2006-09-04T16:17:47Z

"'Crocodile Hunter' Irwin killed

The naturalist worked to protect Australian wildlife

Irwin with crocodiles
Australian naturalist and television personality Steve Irwin has been killed by a stingray during a diving expedition off the Australian coast.
Mr Irwin, 44, died after being struck in the chest by the stingray's barb while he was filming a documentary in Queensland's Great Barrier Reef.

Paramedics from Cairns rushed to the scene but were unable to save him.

Mr Irwin was known for his television show The Crocodile Hunter and his work with native Australian wildlife.

Police in Queensland confirmed the environmentalist's death and said his family had been notified. Mr Irwin was married with two young children.

Mr Irwin's manager John Stainton told the BBC the stingray's barb had pierced the personality's heart.

"He came over the top of a stingray and a barb, the stingray's barb went up and put a hole into his heart," he said.

"We got him back within a couple of minutes to Croc 1, which is Steve's research vessel, and by 12 o'clock when the emergency crew arrived they pronounced him dead."

The incident happened at Batt Reef, off Port Douglas.

It's a huge loss to Australia - he was a wonderful character

John Howard,
Australian Prime Minister

Australian Prime Minister John Howard said he had known Mr Irwin well, and that the country had lost a "wonderful and colourful son".

"I am quite shocked and distressed at Steve Irwin's sudden untimely and freakish death", he said.

"It's a huge loss to Australia - he was a wonderful character, he was a passionate environmentalist, he brought entertainment and excitement to millions of people."

The stingray is a flat, triangular-shaped fish, commonly found in tropical waters.

What happened to Steve Irwin is like being stabbed in the heart

Dr Geoff Isbister
Clinical toxicologist
It gets its name from the razor-sharp barb at the end of its tail, coated in toxic venom, which the animal uses to defend itself with when it feels threatened.

Attacks on humans are a rarity - only one other person is known to have died in Australia from a stingray attack, at St Kilda, Melbourne in 1945.

"Stingrays only sting in defence, they're not aggressive animals so the animal must have felt threatened. It didn't sting out of aggression, it stung out of fear," Dr Bryan Fry, Deputy Director of the Australian Venom Research Unit at the University of Melbourne said.

Experts say that while painful, stingray venom is rarely lethal and it would have been the wound caused by the barb itself, which could measure up to 20cm long, which proved fatal.

"What happened to Steve Irwin is like being stabbed in the heart. It has little to do with the venom and all to do with the trauma caused by the barb of the stingray," Dr Geoff Isbister, a clinical toxicologist at the Mater Hospital in Newcastle, Australia, said.

Mr Irwin had built up what was a small reptile park in Queensland into what is now Australia Zoo, a major centre for Australian wildlife.

He was famous for handling dangerous creatures such as crocodiles, snakes and spiders, and his documentaries on his work with crocodiles drew a worldwide audience.

But he also courted controversy with a series of stunts.
He sparked outrage across Australia after cradling his one-month-old son a metre away from the reptile during a show at Australia Zoo.

An investigation was launched into whether Mr Irwin and his team interacted too closely with penguins and whales while filming in the Antarctic, but no action was taken.

Foreign Minister Alexander Downer praised Mr Irwin for his work to promote Australia."

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/5311298.stm

='(

To tell you the truth, I was shocked to hear this. I know a lot of people are like "Yea he was going to get killed at some point." But I always thought that he was an expert when it came to animals. He was always in control, especally the thing with holding his son Bob when he was feeding a Croc. I believed him when he said he was in 'complete control' but he was!

*sighs*

I've sheded my tears for him last night when I first found out. But I really can't imagine what poor Terri is going through right now and his kids. =( it's a really sad thought. Terri and him did everything together and now... I went to the croc hunter official website... the link's been broken, it goes right to a blank page of "Cannot Find."

Rest in peace, my friend. You will be missed.

I'm gonna see George Carlin!

2006-09-03T01:05:27Z

*I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN! I'M GONNA SEE GEORGE CARLIN!

*Clears throat*

Sorry I'm just a bit excited about seeing George Carlin LIVE in about two weeks.

For those you don't remember who he is, not only is he a world famous Comedican, he also played Cardinal Glick in Kevin Smith's wonderful movie Dogma.

*smiles* Jelious much?

Pirate Pictures!!!

2006-07-23T04:51:15Z

I went to the midnight show of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 up in napa with Kate and a couple friends of mine and we dressed up! Yea we're freakin geeks and we're proud of it. There were like hundreds of people in line, but we were pretty close to the front, so ha! Movie was AMAZING! Here's some pictures of me in my outfit:

David S. Goyer, you've betrayed me!!!!

2006-07-05T05:56:46Z

Ok, for some of you guys, you guys know me as a Blade fan. Ok maybe a big Blade fan. Owned all his movies, read the comics, yeah the whole shabang. I've read the comics since I was little and I've always loved him. His personality, his looks, his behavior, his clothes, everything. He was one of the reasons I actually got into vampires. So when I saw the first movie, I was like "Hell yeah! That was perfect from the comic!" And some on as so forth and the name David S. Goyer kept bouncing up in the movies, so I searched his name and started to watch more of his movies. He is now my favorite screen writer. So anyway, enough of the history.

When I first found out that Blade TV show, I was like, "what the fuck!?" Especally when I heard that Wesley Snipes wasn't playing him. Ok, I'm not too narrow minded, but when it comes to this, Snipes is the ONLY person who caught all sides of the character perfect, and I really think he's the only person who is able to play him. That and I was like "Why David S. Goyer?! Why?!?! Why have you been betrayed me?!?"

BUT

I forced myself to watch it, just to see how it was so I could actually have my say in things. I could only watch 15 minutes of it before I had to turn it off. The storyline was bogus and most importantly, the guy who played Blade, this Sticky Jones guy, didn't even come close, in fact he didn't even get close to a Blade impersonator.

I mean... come on! Look at this!
This

VS.

This

NOT EVEN CLOSE.

I'm a freakin I-man-ic!

2006-06-13T05:48:56Z

Well I'm happy to say that I haven't slept in the last 24 hours because I've been watching the best scifi show I have ever seen in my life. But of course, the stupid scifi channel cancelled the show because of some money problem. The show was called "The Invisible Man" which was shown on the Scifi Channel about six years ago.

The show was about a theif named Darien Fawkes who got caught trying to steal from a rich man's house.... and was charged with burlery and... molsting the elderly... which was not true: the old rich man who lived in the house Darien was stealing from had a heartattack and he was trying to help him. Yeah no good deed goes unpunished. Darien was looking at life in prison.

Anyway, Darien gets caught, but his brother, Kevin Fawkes, who was a scientist that made a gland that could bend light, pretty much making the host, invisible. Cool huh? Anyway, Kevin made a deal with the government that pretty much makes Darien a human experiament, he puts the gland in Darien's brain and he goes free.

The show is about Darien working with the government agency called... well the agency. lol yeah I know. Anyway, he uses the gland in his brain to go on missions and stuff. It's quite fun stuff.

Yea anyway, my best-est friend in the whole world who I love more than life its-self, bought me the whole series from Freakin Canada, for my birthday. *sighs in happiness* I love this show so much. Especally for Darien Fawkes. The guy who plays him is named Vincent Ventresca, you may know him as Fun Bobby in friends and the guy who plays Bobby in Romy and Michelle's High School Reniun.

Here's one of my favorite conversations:

Darien Fawkes: So this guy, Charlie Fogerty, breaks out of some asylum and you want me to catch him? I thought you schmucks were in the spy racket.
The Official: Our racket is handling cases other agencies cant.
Eberts: Or wont.
The Official: Or dont. Point is I need yo..
Darien Fawkes: No, I got it, I got it. This schmo isnt just some head case.
Eberts: Hes a catevari.
Darien Fawkes: Is that a sexual position or an Italian opera?
The Official: What he is, is our business. All you need to know is what he does.
Darien Fawkes: Draws pictures with crayons?
Eberts: He kills people Mr. Fawkes. Very quickly, very violently.
Darien Fawkes: So, uh, why do you guys think I can take him?
The Official: He cant kill what he cant see. Plus we think your quicksilver coating will act as a barrier against his touch.
Darien Fawkes: Touch?
Eberts: what makes him lethal. Skin, nails,
bodily fluids.
Darien Fawkes: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Is this guy going to kill me or date me?
The Official: Its irrelevant what he tries. Youre going to bring him in alive.
Darien Fawkes: Why alive?
The Official: Thats personal.
Darien Fawkes: Uh, OK, you know what? Uh, fellas, Im not a bounty hunter, OK? I mean, really, I, I.. I wouldnt know where to start, OK?
The Official: Hey, dont worry about it. Were linking you up with our top guy.
Darien Fawkes: Yeah, yeah, its OK. Your last top man almost got me killed.
Eberts: Its different this time. Hes been in therapy.

And the best conversations that Fawkes and Hobbes have ever had.

Darien Fawkes: Hey, can I ask you a question?
Bobby Hobbes: Fifty milligrams. You dont like it, get out and walk! Sorry, that was hostile. Look, I understand you may have.. feelings about working with me. Most people do. But I also know that youre new at this, like a like a child wandering in the woods..
Darien Fawkes: Hobbes, I was
Bobby Hobbes: And, and and. I as your senior have been asked to shepherd you.
Darien Fawkes: What is a catevari?
Bobby Hobbes: Ah ha ha ha. Ha ha! They didnt tell you that did they? No, Mr. Im so unseeable I get twice my partners pay.
Darien Fawkes: Look, its a simple question. Either you know the answer
Bobby Hobbes: Nothing is simple in this business pal! Not the blood! Not the guilt! Not the.. vacation that fat schmuck owes me..
Darien Fawkes: I was asking about the mission!
Bobby Hobbes: You dont ask! You cant do that! You dont got that kind of clearance son! You do the mission!
Darien Fawkes: Oh, without knowing anything?
Bobby Hobbes: The less you know, the happier you are. Now thats intelligence.
Darien Fawkes: No, thats retarded.
Bobby Hobbes: Thats freedom my friend. The right to shut up and do as youre told. Dont like it, move to Russia.

Yes, I know, obessessed doesn't even began to scratch the surface with this one.

"This is Vicodin. It's mine! You can't have any!"

2006-06-02T18:41:08Z

I love the fact that I have been seeing my birthday everywhere, you know 06/06/06... lol And of course the people who made the new Omen movie thought it would be funny as hell to have it come out on that day, which is my birthday.... so I'm seeing countdowns on Myspace for it and all I think is, "hey that's my date!" Of course the popular, "Evil has a birthday" HEY!!

Anyway, I've actually been really really getting into the show House MD. It's actually really good, maybe it's because of Greg House's wonderful "I really don't care what other people think of me" style and of course the whole, "I say what I think and I think what I say" aproach to mediance. Plus the fact that he's right over 90% of the time when he says something.

Some quotes that prove my point:

Dr. Cameron: Men should grow up.
Dr. Gregory House: Yeah. And dogs should stop licking themselves. It's not gonna happen.

Dr. Wilson: Beauty often seduces us on the road to truth.
Dr. Gregory House: And triteness kicks us in the nads.

Dr. Eric Foreman: I think your argument is specious.
Dr. Gregory House: I think your tie is ugly.

Dr. Wilson: That smugness of yours really is an attractive quality.
Dr. Gregory House: Thank you. It was either that or get my hair highlighted. Smugness is easier to maintain.

Dr. Gregory House: Perseverance does not equal worthiness. Next time you want to get my attention, wear something fun. Low-riding jeans are hot.

Dr. Eric Foreman: Chase, stop.
Dr. Robert Chase: [stops]
Dr. Gregory House: How'd you get him trained so fast? Electronic collar? Got dog treats in your pocket?

Dr. Wilson: [about Cameron] So she's really coming back?
Aubrey Shifren: Who's coming back?
Dr. Gregory House: You don't know her.
Dr. Wilson: You give her a raise? Increase her benefits?
Dr. Gregory House: Don't have TiVo on this thing, can't rewind. Shut up.
Aubrey Shifren: You lower her hours?
Dr. Gregory House: You don't even know her!
Dr. Wilson: Who is this guy?
Dr. Gregory House: He's a patient.
Aubrey Shifren: He's examining me.
Dr. Gregory House: He's got to go back to work as soon as I'm done with the examination. Guess I do too.
Dr. Wilson: It's got to be something. I mean, she didn't come back because she likes you.
[House gets a strange look on his face]
Dr. Wilson: Wait a minute! She did come back because she likes you!
Aubrey Shifren: Heh heh! You dog! You slept with her!
Dr. Gregory House: Keep talking. I'll finish your exam with a prostate check.
[to Wilson]
Dr. Gregory House: I've agreed to take her on one date.
Dr. Wilson: What?
Aubrey Shifren: So, you into this girl?
Dr. Wilson: Yes.
Dr. Gregory House: No! She's not giving me any choice.
Aubrey Shifren: Wait... she's making you do her?
Dr. Gregory House: Date her.
Dr. Wilson: Young ingenue doctor falling in love with gruff, older mentor; her sweet gentle nature bring him to a closer, fuller understanding of his wounded heart.
Aubrey Shifren: [puts his arm around House's shoulders] Do her, or you're gay.
Dr. Gregory House: For God's sake.
[grabs TV and as he's walking out the door]
Dr. Wilson, Aubrey Shifren: - sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Dr. Gregory House: Grow up. And learn to harmonize.

And then OF COURSE the best quote of all:

Dr. Gregory House: Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House; you can call me "Greg." I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy: Short, sweet, grab a file.
Dr. Gregory House: This ray of sunshine is Doctor Lisa Cuddy. Doctor Cuddy runs this whole hospital, so unfortunately she's much too busy to deal with you. I am a board... certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this hospital who is forced to be here against his will.
[to Lisa]
Dr. Gregory House: That is true, isn't it?
[to crowd]
Dr. Gregory House: But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. It's mine! You can't have any! And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem... but who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell. So, who wants me?

My X-men character (*sighs)

2006-05-29T04:12:35Z

You scored as Gambit. Gambit is another loner character. He loves Rogue. He has a very cool deboner personality. He's done things in his past that he's not proud of but he atones for his actions by fighting for peace with the X-Men. His weapon of choice is the playing card. Powers: Charges objects with kinetic energy by touching them, then they explode like grenades.

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Wolverine

75%

Gambit

75%

Iceman

75%

Emma Frost

65%

Rogue

55%

Colossus

55%

Storm

35%

Beast

35%

Jean Grey

30%

Nightcrawler

25%

Cyclops

15%

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WHY DOESN'T *THIS* SURPIRSE ME?

*Ok maybe a little, but by much!!!*

Don't believe everything you read or hear ....

2006-05-21T06:58:06Z

I've read Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code three times and Angels and Demons twice, so you could call me a Landgon fan (or a big one) and I'll admit, my first reaction to seeing that Ron Howard casted Tom Hanks as Langdon was "What?! NO!" And thought about three other people who I pictured as the calstricphophic (excuse the spelling) Harverd professor. But after seeing some pictures, I thought, "eh ok, maybe we'll see how he does, but still not as I pictured him." So I looked at the other cast and oh my god... can we say "perfect casting"?! Paul Bettany as Silas? Very Nice! So anyway...

I started reading some really horrible reviews from it, that it didn't follow the book at all and I actually started to get a little worried about it. (Even though I NEVER listen to movie reviews, I liked Van Helsing and Secret Window, OK?) But I quickly shook the feeling when I kept telling myself that you never listen to reviews because they only look at the bad.

I saw it Friday.

I actually sat there afterwards saying to myself, "How... in the HELL... did this get bad reviews!?!"

It was fantastic! I thought it TOTALLY followed the book, I mean, yeah of course Howard had to change some stuff to get it on the big screen, but come on! Seriously! I saw some of the changes for the better since poor Dan Brown was getting enough crap from people from the novel itself, so they had to change a few things.. *away* from the Vatican instead towards it like the book does. *thumbs up* Good move there. I'll admit, Hanks really proved me wrong in some points. He had "The Voice" of Langdon and he had the 'innocentness' of him, like just a professor, no Indiana Jones, just a professor who got caught up in all this. Like if you gave your teacher a gun. lol Tom Hanks may not have the look, but he surely has 'the heart' of Robert Langdon.

So in short, PLEASE don't believe everything you read or hear from the Da Vinci Code Movie and use your own judgement!

*sighs in happiness* EXACTLY how I pictured it in the book...

The Crow Notebook

2006-05-19T04:54:15Z

OK ok, I know a lot of you are wanting to read the fairy tale I started to talk about a couple entries ago, SOOOO I'm gonna post it here. REMEMBER: it's a work in progress, so nothing is final yet, I'm just starting to get the story and the plot down.
So here it is! Read, Comment, Enjoy! (Especally Lisa and Ryan ;) )

Once upon a time, in a very small village in northern England called Edora, lived a young handsome writer by the name of Gabriel Crow. Gabriel was shy, but curious and unsure of himself and his writing at times. He usually just kept himself locked up in his room all day writing. He usually wrote well into the night too, but most of the times he ended up tearing up and throwing away what he wrote. Gabriel had an older brother named Kai. Kai was stronger and bigger than Gabriel, not to mention braver. He seemed to be more popular will the villagers, but at the same time, he was very full of himself. He was a war hero in the Great Battle against the fearsome cannibals of Bonus isle. When their parents died years ago from a dreadful disease that swept through the village, Kai was left to watch over and protect his younger brother, be the head of their family’s house and run the blacksmith shop their father started.

“I don’t want to work in the shop, Kai!” Gabriel insisted, standing behind his brother who was banging a hammer on a heated piece of metal. Kai gave a sigh and swung around towards him.

“And do what? Write your little stories the rest of your life?” Kai snapped, “You’ll be living on the streets by Christmas.” He quickly grabbed the heated piece of metal and marched over to a huge metal bucket of water.

“No one will buy them because no one wants to hear about vampires and walking dead, Gabriel,” he sighed, sticking the piece of metal in the bucket of water. Stream poured from the metal under the water and then pulled it out again. Gabriel quickly stood over behind him and followed him back to the stone table.

“Yes they will because it’s different! People don’t want to read the same things all the time!” Kai sighed in frustration and dropped the piece of metal down in the table, whipping back around towards him.

“Father left me in charge and I say you will work in the shop and that’s final!” Kai roared. The two stood silent until Kai turned back around and grabbed the piece of metal with one hand and the hammer in the other, starting to bang the hammer on the metal again, “No more talk about your vampires and dark magic, Gabriel.” Gabriel groaned in anger and stormed out of the shop. Kai just sighed and shook his head, still banging on the metal, “I wish for once you’d get out of that head of yours and think more clearly for once.”

Gabriel seemed to live in a dark world of his own, full of gothic and dishonest, but beautiful princesses, walking and talking skeletons, vampires, dark enchantments and huge man-eating bats. But because his world was all in his head, the world only existed on the pages of his books. He longed to live in a place much like the places he wrote about in his stories, away from the shop, away from the boring town of Edora and away from his over bearing brother. Little did Gabriel know, he was about to be pulled into a tale much darker than any of his stories.

While Kai closed up the shop for the day, Gabriel wondered around the town to look for a new book. He was bored with the hundreds he had piled in his room and wanted to look for something new, something fresher. He wondered into all the bookstores in town, but nothing stroke his interest. So on his way back to the house, he turned a corner by a market and he ran straight into a six foot figure in a black hooded cloak. Gabriel fell over onto his back on the ground as the black figure plowed past him when something fell out of his pocket and landed right at Gabriel’s foot. It looked like a black leather bound book. Gabriel quickly grabbed it and pulled himself off the ground, waving it and screaming at the black figure, walking down an alleyway.

“Mister! Hello Mister! You dropped this!”
When suddenly the black figure seemed to stop and burst into a murder of about ten crows, all busting open their wings and flying up out of the alley. The black figure had melted into a murder of crows and had taken flight up towards the sky.

“Whoa!” Gabriel shirked as he quickly leaped backwards in panic with the book still in his hands, trip over a wheel barrel fill of cow fertilizer and landing right in it from the side, splashing it everywhere on him. He quickly tilted his head back towards the sky and watched the murder of crows fly off towards the south. Gabriel swiftly climbed out of the wheel barrel, complete covered in cow fertilizer and started to cleaning himself off, still keeping a tight clutch on the book in his right hand. All of a sudden, he saw a crow land on the handle of the wheel barrel in front of him and cawed violently at him.

“Nice birdie…” Gabriel whispered with a nervous smile, slowly backing up towards the main road as he clutched the black book to his chest with both his hands. He slowly tilted his head behind him towards the main road of town. He then whipped his hand back towards the black bird, cawing loudly and flapping his hands at him.

After a while of backing up, he finally whirled around and darted towards the road. The crow took flight and flew after him, pecking at the top of his head with his beck. Gabriel kept trying to bat the bird away, still holding the book to his chest until the bird suddenly stopped. Gabriel looked upwards and the bird had vanished. He started to glance around at the confused looking villagers staring at him. A weak smile slithered across his face and just nodded nervously at them.

“It was a bee….a bee is all….” He said to them, fast walking in the direction of the house.

The Crow house was a beautiful wooden cabin made from the finest wood in this side of England. They built it in the middle of the forest by the river just on the outside of town. Kai was chopping wood a couple feet away from the front porch with a large axe. Swinging the large axe downward off his shoulder and splitting a piece of wood in-half and then tossing both of them into a pile off to his right. When Gabriel came running from the main path from town with the black leather bound book clutched to his chest and little pieces of cow fertilizer dropping off his clothes and skin.

“Kai! Kai!” He yelled, a little out of breath as he ran up to Kai, swinging the large axe down again, “you’ll never believe what just happened!” Gabriel finished with an amazed smile, still a little out of breath.

“Where have you been?” Kai snapped, dropping the axe to the ground and storming over towards him, “and what’s all over you?” He asked, rubbing off little pieces of fertilizer off his shirt with his hand. Gabriel quickly shoved the leather bound book into Kai’s hands.

“Look at this! I ran into this man who was dressed in all black…” Gabriel began, waving his hands in excitement, “and this book must have dropped out of his pocket, but when I tried to give it back, BLAM!” He clapped his hands together, “the man busted into a murder of crows…” he threw his hands upwards, “and flew up into the sky! I was amazing!” Kai just took a good look at the book and then stuffed it back into Gabriel’s arms, walking back towards the front steps of the house.

“I thought I told you, no more of your twisted stories.” Gabriel quickly cuddled the book to his chest with both of his arms and ran up beside Kai.

“But I’m not making it up, I swear!” He insisted. Kai gave a sigh and stopped right at the bottom of the front stairs, whirling around towards his brother.

“Gabriel, it was good the first time and the second time and even the twentieth time, but now, it’s just getting old,” Kai turned back around and slowly started walking again.

“I’m not making this up, Malakai! I know what I saw!” But Kai just kept walking, up the stairs and into the opened front door of the house, finally yelling back at his younger brother.

“Enough is enough, Gabriel.”

Ever since Gabriel and Kai were kids, Gabriel always had a very interactive imagination. Always saying things like the reason he was late for dinner and covered in dirt was because the vampires that are living in the garden wouldn’t let him pass until he gave them some of his blood so he had to make a stake out of part of some tree and stake them all. His imagination was so deep, that sometimes Kai actually went a long with it, until finally he grew tired of it, but not Gabriel. He just kept going because he thought the actual reality was too boring for him to live with. That’s about the time that Gabriel started writing, his father always said that his dark view would do wonders on paper, to actually describe what he’s seeing. That’s his way of staying connected with his father was through writing, telling himself he would never give up until he wrote something so good, so spectacular, that Kai would want him to publish it.

Gabriel just sat up in his room, thinking about his father and staring at the opened black leather bond notebook in front of him on his table. He slowly picked up his quill from the ink jar and raised the quill onto the white blank page and slowly started to scrap the feather quill across the first line of the page. Before he knew it, he was on the next line. Then the next line and then a page went by. Faster and faster he scribbled across the pages about an evil princess named Tatiana who killed her own father to rule his land and strike fear into the heart of her people. Scaring them into doing whatever she wanted.

After writing about ten pages or so into the black leather bound book, Gabriel put down his quill and started to rub his hand with his other, staring and re-reading one of the pages he just wrote. When suddenly it seemed like all the black writing started to glow for a moment or two and then all the pages went black. The glowing writing slowly dimmed down and turned white. He quickly picked up the book and started to flip through the pages he had just written. All the writing was now white while the pages were now black. Gabriel’s shaking hands quickly dropped the book back onto the table, closing it and got up from the chair, slowly backing away from it.

“Kai!” he yelled, making his way for the door. When, all of a sudden, the book snapped open to the last page he did any writing on. Gabriel stood there for a second, by the closed door with his right hand wrapped around the doorknob behind him. He waited another couple of seconds before slowly walking over towards the book with his hands raised up near his head, preparing himself for anything. He sat back down in the chair when writing started to appear on the bottom of the page that he was writing on.

‘The one by the name of Crow will do battle with the evil one,' was written in thick cursive letters.

(Ohhhhhh ???what will happen next???)

"My guilt"

2006-05-18T02:09:03Z

I wrote poem in english today, just about what I've been feeling last night and I had to write a poem today in english so I thought, 'Why not, my best poems are my sad poems' and my friends always say to write about my feelings. Well in short, after I read it, the class was silent and my teacher was crying... lol so yeah...

“My Guilt”

As tears roll down my face,
I ask, ‘why me?’
The ten year old in the wheelchair,
Never to use his legs again.
I sit in the waiting room,
Still asking ‘why me?’
The ten year old smiles at me,
Smiles at life,
Looking so happy,
Then why do I feel so sad?
Why am I to walk out and not he?
The guilt crushing my heart,
Knowing the experience to run in P.E
And walking with friends.
The ten year old’s childhood was
Stolen by this disease.
The disease that curves your spine.
The disease that curves your life.
The pain I felt in that waiting room,
With eyes all ground me,
My guilt growing.
My heart breaking seeing a child
paralyzed from the neck down,
by the same disease I have,
Why am I so lucky?

The guilt that is crushing my heart....

2006-05-17T15:36:09Z

I had a spinal fusson about two and a half years ago, my sophomore summer in high school and everytime I went to for my check up in the Oakland Children's Hospital with Dr. Policy, I saw these kids in wheelchairs or in cruches. At the time, I felt bad and said to my mom sitting next to me that my back didn't hurt as much as it did when I walked in about twenty minutes ago.

That was two and a half years ago and I started crying today. Was it because I finally reliezed what that feeling was when I relieze, sitting there, that I could walk out and they couldn't? Was it that it took this long to relieze how lucky I was? Truthfully, I don't know, probably both. I think it was guilt. I felt guilty that I could walk and they couldn't. I was 16 and they were 10 and they were already in wheelchairs because their Scolisis was so bad and mine wasn't. Was it guilt that is crushing my chest? Yes, I think it was. Maybe it was because I felt the need to help them, do something! Anything! *sighs* I don't know. Maybe it was because seeing a 10 year old child paralized from the neck down broke my heart...