Calla's Fifty-Fifth Post

I have just stumbled upon some distressing news. . . The ghost bands may not be able to make me laugh much longer. (ha! I cracked a smile just writing that line! The ghost band is the funniest thing in the world! AHHHH! John Allison is a comic genius!) Alright, but for serious, the ghost bands are not actually in the comic, and I still have the shirt. . . so no, they will make me laugh for ever and ever and ever until the shirt gets worn out. . . And then I will laugh at pictures of myself wearing the shirt!! But, to the point. John Allison may soon discontinue Scary-go-Round and start something new. http://sgrblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/state-of-onion.html In theory, I get this. If one focuses on the same project for seven years, one is bound to get burnt out. But I will cry, cry, cry when Comrade Bat and Shelly Winters are no longer in my life! Just like I am so sad that Delirium is no longer in my life. I get way too attached to these fictional people (and animal-friends). It is highly dysfunctional of me. It is the same way I think all my stuffed animals are alive.

Oh, that song from the last post is super swell, huh? In bed the night after that bad movie Tabby was all, "that was like a David Bowie song or something." And THEN, without warning, he sang "I got an empathy virus." I laughed so so hard. So hard like the ghost bands, and the Abraham Lincoln story, and the Painter with the Sombrero (see Calla's Third Post for a complete description of how amazing all those things truly are!) And I said, "sing more! Sing more!!" while I was in hysterics. And at first he would not!! He would not sing more because he said he didn't know how; so I helped. I sang, "and I can't go out in the sun." And then he finally started singing more. And oh-so-quickly I found a receipt and a red marker and began transcribing the most awesomest song in the world ever. (Besides the one where Baby Kitty tap dances. . . I don't know if that is on here though.)

Ok, so there is so much more more more to say. I have to tell you more about that fictional person I know in real live life. But I don't remember his code name. So I have to look that up first.

What I have to say is that Dollhouse was on last Friday. Now, Dollhouse was alright. (Though Tahmoh Penekitt [however one spells his name!] was not in it nearly enough.) But it wasn't believable at all. Joss Whedon set up these villains of sorts, right? Like the people in charge of the agents (or whatever they were called) convince themselves they do their work to help people, but they don't actually do that. Or so I thought was the set up. THEN they went and didn't erase Echo's (who is Faith in Buffy, who has a name when she is not acting, but I don't know what it is.) memory so that she could go save that little girl. It was such predictable story-telling. Now, had Ron Moore been telling a story like this, he would've gotten the audience invested in the situation, made us all eager for the child to get saved, and then it wouldn't've happened, because it is not believable that it happened. Overall, it was a good show. The concept is interesting, Helo is in it (and he is a better actor than everyone else around him!), the pacing was right on, there weren't cheesy U2 or Coldplay songs in the background (that I can remember at least), I was immediately invested in the story and the characters (it helped that one is Helo.), though it seemed that was a stand alone episode the ending appears that it will still be tied to the overall series. So, as far as TV goes, it was ok. But then Galactica came on immediately. . . and the OPENEING SEQUENCE, THE RECAP, was better than Dollhouse. Once Galactica is in one's life, no TV show will ever be on par again. (except maybe Mad Men. That's pretty good.) Just as when the ghost bands enter your life, there is no other T-Shirt worth wearing.

Though, I did buy the Eggbert shirt in honor of Shelley. But here is the problem. Blue is a really ugly color. So I can't really bring myself to wear it that often. Also, I didn't buy it. Tabby bought it for me for Christmas because I asked him too. I wish it was green, black, brown, white, or even purple. Blue is ugly.

Want to know what I don't understand? Why people think the U.S. constitution is sacred. The old men who wrote it weren't gods or even oracles. They don't know any better than I or you do. (That should say you or I, I suppose. . . but I am narcisistic [hence the fact that I keep this blog], so I am leaving it the way it is.) So, it is weird that if something is "unconstitutional" it is deemed evil. This is all brought up, of course, by D.C. wanting voting rights. And I think they should have them even though the constitution says STATES have representatives in congress. TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION IS TYRANNY. (Probably our founding fathers overreacted a bit, no? Come on? Tyranny? Maybe mean would be a better word.) Though, I forget who said this, but someone said we should just stop taxing residents of D.C. HAHAHAHA! I love it. Colbert enlightened me to that guy who said that. Colbert is also a comic genius.

I am not sure if this picture of myself is up on a different post or not. If it is, I'm sorry for the re-run, but I wanted to put it up.



The kitties are playing with a toy!! No, Mama is playing, and the Baby Fuffersface does not understand how! :( It makes me so so so so sad to watch him try. He can't figure out he has to stick his paws in the slots and mostly just hits the side of the contraption. Though once in a while he gets his hand in the right spot and I think perhaps he will learn! But he doesn't. He is not the brightest crayon in the box. BUT HE SURE IS THE CUTEST!!!


Love,
Calla and the FURRY GUYS!!

Calla's Fifty-Third Post pt. 4

I'm not done with complaining about that movie yet. . . but not the entirety of this post will be dedicated to it. Only part of it will be. It will be this part. OK, so what's with the sun thing? That had NO RELEVANCE to the plot whatsoever. Additionally, most of the movie seemed pretty light. So, they introduce this concept because, the writer or the director or some other moron thought, "hey wouldn't it be cool if they call night day and day night in the future!?" No. In fact that would be a rather uncool thing to do. . . unless, of course, it furthers your story. . . which it does not. So, no.

Also, there were all these random ALMOST themes. I am calling them that because every single theme in this movie is underdeveloped. So much so, that they can't really be called themes. They are more like ALMOST themes. So, one that they attempted was about how our DNA does not define us or whatever. I forgot about this point in my original "better" list from pt. 3 because it was an closer to an ALMOST ALMOST theme than an ALMOST theme. . . and know what does that WAY better!? Guess!! JUST GUESS, because if you can't get this one right you really don't know me at all. Galactica does that a trillion times better. Seriously. It has done that better since Athena fell in love with Helo in the beginning of the first season some time. That is how good at life (and by life I obviously meant story telling) Battlestar Galactica is. (And by Battlestar Galactica I obviously meant the creators of Battlestar Galactica.)

Speaking of which, I owe you a list of things we still need to know:
1. The opera house
2. What Roslin, Hera, and company have to do with the opera house
3. Hera
4. The nature or Starbuck (though she is obviously Aurora)
5. Tigh and Caprica's love child
6. The nature of Baltar (if there is a special one.)
7. The Head Characters
8. More details about the exodus from Kobol (though those may have been deleted from the episode we just saw, cause I think they had to cut some of Anders's dialogue.)
9. More details about the Temple of Hope/Temple of the Five
10. The colony that Cavil mentioned this past episode
11. Is the colony the final resting place of our characters?
12. The Bob Dylan Song (Tori forget to ask Anders about that Frakkin song or we would know already!)
13. How the final 4 got "turned on"
14. What the heck is gonna happen to Caprica when Ellen come back next episode? (Tigh isn't gonna choose Caprica over Ellen. Not in a million years. . . considering he's been with Ellen for a few thousand!)
15. Will the cycle be broken?
16. Miracle from the Angels that Anders spoke of just before surgery.
17. What's gonna happen with the stuff Chief is putting in the ship? Probably there's more. . . This is all I got at right this minute though.

So, what else? My mom sent me a card today with $10 in it. The reason she sent this card was because she thought I might like it cause there's a kitty on the cover and the inside says "cats are people too" and I think my cats are my children. Well, so the weird part is she didn't write on the card. She just wrote a note on a separate piece of paper (which also had kitties on it) and put it in the card in case I wanted to give the card to someone else or something. She is super random sometimes.

So, speaking of kitties, I made cookies shaped like cats. I need a pastry bush super bad because it is always hard for me to ice the cookies I make. I just made them plain vanilla and chocolate that wasn't dyed with chocolate sprinkles and colored sprinkles. I didn't take any pictures of them, but I will do a re-run of my cat pictures to show you the shape. I can do that because one other time when I made cat cookies I spent an exorbitant amount of time making one look like Fuffers and one look like Mama. It was already on here once, but I'll put it on again. I'll do a guest cat to make up for it.


So, Foie Gras is evil. I protested it today and this restaurant actually signed the pledge to stop selling it!!! YAY!! Save the duckies, save the duckies, oh I love to save the duckies. That is a song I just sang in my head. It has never ever been song out loud. Probably no one will ever hear it, not even my own ears unless I sing it sometime. . . which maybe I will.

OH! I forgot to tell you a thing about the card my mom sent me. Guess who was on the outside? Abraham Lincoln!!! He was on a stamp on the envelope. That is an important fact to mention because he is one of the main subjects of this blog, as you well know by now, I'm positive.

UM, I have to tell you more about that fictional kid. But I also have to clean up the mess from the cookies in the kitchen. So I think that will be for story time tomorrow. It is really exciting. HE HAS NO IDEA HE IS FICTIONAL.

Love,
Calla and her kitties.
Guest Cat V This is the Kaylee Cat. She lives with the Fluffy Wuffy Queen Moggy and Tabby's parents. Her favorite past time is, for positive, drinking out of the sink. She will cry for you to turn it on for her!!



oh p.s. I also have to write more about dollhouse and complain a little.

Calla's Thirty-Ninth Post

So, Obama is or President, and he has been for some time now. I watched his inauguration for like seven hours on CNN and the commentary was so mind-numbingly dumb. CNN is probably like the most ridiculous channel in the world. The analysis they give of everything is thin and weak. And then they add all this stupid technology like holograms, magic maps, 3D pie charts, satellite images, giant pictures made out of viewers' smaller camera phone pictures. And, of course, none of this helps you understand the news story. And, of course, they repeat the same 5 news stories on loop for like 48 hours until they find five more. PLUS. Lou Dobbs is on CNN. I hate him.

So, anyway, I watched the inauguration just because, ya know, it felt like the right thing to do. And then I guess I kept waiting for more interesting things to happen. I actually don't know why I watched it as long as I did. They messed up the oath. That poet was no good. The band instrument-synched. The one cool part was Abraham Lincoln's bible. That was cool that it came out of retirement or whatever.

Um. so my eyes are BURNING. But I wanted to write a lot more. It is just too dang dry in here!! So, I will write more later and soon instead of writing more now. Which I can't do cause my eyes HURT HURT HURT.

Meow - the kitties are playing below!

Love, Calla and her kitties (who are playing below.)

Calla's Third Post

I am not lying about the Ghost Bands. . . (That is what this post should be titled. Instead it is titled Calla's Third Post.)

So really, I thought you might like to know about the Ghost bands. . . (Not that there is a you since no one reads this.) John Allison made the ghost band. The ghosts are orange and they sing about stealing ambulances and crashing them into lakes. One of them looks depressingly sad in a humorous sort of way. I am not lying. This is all for real. You can even ask John himself. John@scarygoround.com is his e-mail address. Basically this ghost band is one of three things that are the funniest things ever. I will break out in hysterics when I see this orange band on my dark green shirt.

I will also laugh a lot a lot a lot from something I once read on wikipedia. Since wikipedia is all the time edited, I saved this sentence from it in a text edit titled "funny like a ghost band" so that it would always be safe. This is what it says: This was the first game created by Bradley, a successful lithographer, whose major product until that time was a portrait of Abraham Lincoln with a clean shaven face, which did not do very well once the subject grew his now-famous beard. Right now I am laughing so hard. Oh my Oh my Oh my. That is the strangest sentence!! AH I love it! It is in reference to (ASIDE: Tabby is telling me to stop laughing. He gets annoyed when I laugh like this unstoppable.) the Game of Life.

The third thing that is funny is lost forever. It is a picture my younger brother drew when we was in eighth grade. It is supposed to be a business card for his occupation as a painter. (ASIDE: This SAVES ALL THE TIME. WOW!) He had to do it for art class. Basically it is a picture of what appears to be a short man of Mexican heritage with the words "Tu Necesitas Un Pintor?" "Yo Soy Pintor!" The man in the picture was wearing an oversized sombrero. As I think about it now, maybe he wasn't short. He just looked short in his giant giant hat. Basically that is beside the point. The point is I pictured a midget running around on the street pulling at people's shirts to get their attentions and yelling, "Tu necesitas un pintor!? YO SOY PINTOR!" –– yelling like he was a superhero or something unfathomably amazing like that. Seriously. . . this picture made no sense. For years to come my brother only had to do so much as look at me, raise a fist in the air, and calmly say, "I am painter" for me to lose it. I don't know where the picture is. . . but man that memory is thoroughly great.

Hmmm. . . what else? Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog is full of highly entertaining songs. You should watch it on the internet.

Love, Calla and YES MY KITTIES ARE BOTH IN THE ROOM!!

This picture is funny too! She's saying, "Get your butt outa my face please!!!"











SURPRISE!!!!! This is what the ghost band looks like. . . Look at the sad frowny-face on the left!!