Uh, mostly music videos. I used to have a pretty epic collection of them but I had to delete them due to diskspace issues. I used to go on boredom sprees and watched all the Cracked.com videos, and occassionally AniBOOM animations and such. OH, and MeanKitty/SMP Films which is what got me to sign up to youtube in the first place even though that was before I was making any vids at all (there's only a half dozen up there now, got so many in production though)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
If you had to legally change your name, what would you change it to?
Easy. My fur name: Mea'eshana PhoenixFire.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
If it were possible for a snail and a elephant to have a baby together how much do you think the kid would weigh as an adult?
Depends on the genetics of the creature born and why physical traits it gets from either parent. It could be a small elephant like a snail, or it could be a large snail like an elephant, or it could be a large half-breed with a trunk and eye stalks, a shell and tiny tail. I call RULE 34 ON YOU. This must now be drawn.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Pickle or Salsa Dancing?
I don't like pickles OR salsa, but I don't mind dancing... when it's appropriate and not in public. XD
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Most Fucked Up Dream Ever [NSFW, or reading before bedtime]
Which is saying a lot coming from me, I've had more fucked up dreams then I've had happy pleasant nightmares. But this one really takes the cake, I assure you. Yesterday wasn't such a great day for me, well, after night fell. The last two days in a row the darkness has brought back my depression, which is another thing entirely. But my dream....
As per usual I don't remember how or where it started, only where it ended up happening.... the main event was a hotel, of all places. One that doesn't actually exist, though I know roughly what it's based on and where my subconscious located it within the confines of my hometown. All well and good, but it was still so twisted.
Each floor.... each ROOM... was haunted in and of itself. In one way or another every time we opened a door a new entity had decorated it in his or her own way. From rooms of pure darkness and disease, to ones painted like Michelangelo's Chapel... the roof a masterpiece of alien visitation scenes and carcases. One of them was even decorated with food. Yes, real food. Rotting food... plastered to the ten foot ceiling and dangling from the light fixtures like some worrisome chandelier.
And there were dead... dead and dying... and being an empath, ugg. That whole place makes me wish my stomach could turn at such thoughts, but alas I'm hardened to these things like none should ever be. Opening doors into closet storage spaces I saw not what was there, but what could be, what would be, what might be, what has been.... corpses rotting in bathtub til they were dry and desiccated and spiders had taken over the husk of remains and built homes for another few generations. And I did nothing but blink and shut the door again.
I know that at one stage I found the only sane room on in the whole building, the one where my brother and his family were staying... though why there of all places I still do not know. And why I was looking for them I'll probably never understand.... well, no, that's incorrect. I do, but I just don't wish to announce it publicly here. I built them a safe room in my mind of horrors and that is where they shall stay until I clear out the last guest.
Room by room I explored, I know that for a while at least I had someone come with me, someone who had as much gumption as I did when it came to haunted rooms, but I don't think her stomach was all that strong at times. Still, level by level and room by room we got to know the building. Never touching or changing anything. Never sticking around the bad rooms, the ones that would kill us had we remained too long, just stuck our heads in and moved on... closing the door quietly behind us.
We made it to the fifth floor... I know that, though I have no idea how many further floors there were.... only that the fifth level was where we got too, because that.... that's where the trouble all emanated from. But before I get to that it seems important to note that getting from the fourth to the fifth floor was the weirdest transition. Sometimes we'd take stairs and sometimes we'd just "appear" on the next floor, but getting from the fourth to the fifth required taking a specific elevator.
Now that I think about it, during the entire dream I met less then a dozen 'random' people... ones who were real and alive in the hotel, and not merely a shadow of their former selves twisted into sometime during their extended stay. One I remember was the cleaning lady on the fourth floor, because she was the one that pointed out the elevator in question. I was willing to hop right onto the first one that lit up, as most people do when offered multiple elevator choices, which would have meant taking the servant's elevator. I had no problem with that, my partner (whoever she was) felt a little weirded out by taking the hired help's route... but the cleaning lady on the fourth floor told me not to, but to take "this one" instead.
So we waited, the cleaning lady moving off to continue whatever it was she was doing... which was probably not cleaning the rooms from what I'd seen, but in this place I wouldn't blame her. And my friend and I sat staring at the elevator waiting for it to arrive. I don't think it took too long, though one can never tell with dreams, I only remember that it arrived with a man onboard already.... though I couldn't tell you if he was a real live person or merely a shadow riding the same elevator day after day. He was kinda cute though, looked like a young MacGyver, around about when his mullet was -just- starting to sprout.
He looked a little shocked, but let us on anyway, and frowned when we pushed the fifth floor button. I'm not sure if wanted to warn us or if he was supposed to stop us, but he tried a few times to say something but never did as far as I can remember. And then we were on the fifth floor, doors open onto another lobby of sorts... and I knew that what I was looking for was here. I don't know how or why, considering I didn't even know what I was looking for... but I knew it was there. And I didn't even have to search that far.
You know how some hotels have those little displays where they show you the history of the building, all the things that have come before, all the people that started it even though you don't really give two hoots about people you don't know who are long dead? Well in this hotel there was only one item in that display... a ramshackle house. It looked like something that had been made by a redneck swap family of 15 brother-fathers and 20 mother-sisters. Three floors at least, iron and wood, rusted nails, HUGE front porch.... and the stench of evil over ever inch.... even though what I was looking at was only a model. On a stand as tall as my knees it came up over my head, and as soon as I laid eyes on it my stomach actually churned.
I don't even know what it was about this place, I remember "reading" that this was a model of the original house built on the land back when it was nothing more then a swamp.... which is retarded because this was a hotel situated in the centre of the city when I entered... and somewhere in my dream it had migrated to the beachfront... but I don't believe that any time in the history of Adelaide has there ever been "swamp land"... maybe some marshes, there's a mangrove plantation around somewhere but it's protected so nothing will ever be built on it. So where this oh so important swamp came from I will never know.
The rest of the dream is fading fast, obviously my mind no longer thinks anything further about my dream is important, save that.... through my eyes, this model house was.... oozing something, I'm not sure if it was disease or decay, or simply the stench of evil itself. Only that there was something.... "bile yellow" coming from it in waves. Something that tried to make me turn away, but I knew what had to be done, I just had to do it. Again, can't remember now, but it made so much sense in my dream, like everything just fit into place the moment my stomach tried to roll over and hide from that model building.
From there, I remember finding a door that lead onto the street.... from the fifth floor. Yes, twisted I know, and I knew it then too, but I knew that it was my exit from the hotel. Onto a street that my extended family lived on... which turned out to be a larger version of the hotel. Some of the houses.... wait, no... ALL of the houses on this street were haunted, some more then others though. Some seemed perfectly normal, though... now that I think about it the occupants of those houses had this 60s flair to them... housewife in an apron baking for her man. Ugg, sexism. And it would have been influenced by their resident entitiy, but it was harmless enough compared to some I guess. Rather be haunted by a ghost that makes me bake cookies then one who makes me harm and torture small animals and children.
Anyway, just like in the hotel there was one house that was "more haunted" then all the others. Nothing fancy, a single story building that looked just like any other. But it had that crazy feeling about it, you know, when the hairs on your neck stand up just from looking at it, and you know you don't wanna walk by it by you dismiss it as an irrational thought. I got that, but I could see in my mind's eye the evil that seeped from this place. And I could tell though it looked nothing like the ramshackle swamp palace model, this was the same place... the same entity/entities lived in that house. And something figured that it was what I had come for.
Lucky for me my cousin lived across the road, and she was in a baking mood too. I 'came to visit' and stayed where I could observe the house across the street. But I think this bit was influenced by Inception because the longer I stayed to observe the more the people around me looked confused... like I was the foreign entity that needed to be destroyed. I ignored them and kept watching, kept waiting... though for what I can no longer remember... the right time, or the right person, or the right hint of evil wafting from the place.
I think, my conscious decided that enough was enough though... I woke somewhere here, and though part of me wanted to fall back asleep and continue (which I would have quite easily been able to do).... the greater part of me decided enough was enough, and woke. So now here I am, the dream is gone from my mind, onto pen and paper so to speak, and I need a smoke before any of it comes back. I'll analyse it later, if I can be bothered doing so consciously.... scarily enough, most of that I do actually understand without having to look up references or definitions.
As per usual I don't remember how or where it started, only where it ended up happening.... the main event was a hotel, of all places. One that doesn't actually exist, though I know roughly what it's based on and where my subconscious located it within the confines of my hometown. All well and good, but it was still so twisted.
Each floor.... each ROOM... was haunted in and of itself. In one way or another every time we opened a door a new entity had decorated it in his or her own way. From rooms of pure darkness and disease, to ones painted like Michelangelo's Chapel... the roof a masterpiece of alien visitation scenes and carcases. One of them was even decorated with food. Yes, real food. Rotting food... plastered to the ten foot ceiling and dangling from the light fixtures like some worrisome chandelier.
And there were dead... dead and dying... and being an empath, ugg. That whole place makes me wish my stomach could turn at such thoughts, but alas I'm hardened to these things like none should ever be. Opening doors into closet storage spaces I saw not what was there, but what could be, what would be, what might be, what has been.... corpses rotting in bathtub til they were dry and desiccated and spiders had taken over the husk of remains and built homes for another few generations. And I did nothing but blink and shut the door again.
I know that at one stage I found the only sane room on in the whole building, the one where my brother and his family were staying... though why there of all places I still do not know. And why I was looking for them I'll probably never understand.... well, no, that's incorrect. I do, but I just don't wish to announce it publicly here. I built them a safe room in my mind of horrors and that is where they shall stay until I clear out the last guest.
Room by room I explored, I know that for a while at least I had someone come with me, someone who had as much gumption as I did when it came to haunted rooms, but I don't think her stomach was all that strong at times. Still, level by level and room by room we got to know the building. Never touching or changing anything. Never sticking around the bad rooms, the ones that would kill us had we remained too long, just stuck our heads in and moved on... closing the door quietly behind us.
We made it to the fifth floor... I know that, though I have no idea how many further floors there were.... only that the fifth level was where we got too, because that.... that's where the trouble all emanated from. But before I get to that it seems important to note that getting from the fourth to the fifth floor was the weirdest transition. Sometimes we'd take stairs and sometimes we'd just "appear" on the next floor, but getting from the fourth to the fifth required taking a specific elevator.
Now that I think about it, during the entire dream I met less then a dozen 'random' people... ones who were real and alive in the hotel, and not merely a shadow of their former selves twisted into sometime during their extended stay. One I remember was the cleaning lady on the fourth floor, because she was the one that pointed out the elevator in question. I was willing to hop right onto the first one that lit up, as most people do when offered multiple elevator choices, which would have meant taking the servant's elevator. I had no problem with that, my partner (whoever she was) felt a little weirded out by taking the hired help's route... but the cleaning lady on the fourth floor told me not to, but to take "this one" instead.
So we waited, the cleaning lady moving off to continue whatever it was she was doing... which was probably not cleaning the rooms from what I'd seen, but in this place I wouldn't blame her. And my friend and I sat staring at the elevator waiting for it to arrive. I don't think it took too long, though one can never tell with dreams, I only remember that it arrived with a man onboard already.... though I couldn't tell you if he was a real live person or merely a shadow riding the same elevator day after day. He was kinda cute though, looked like a young MacGyver, around about when his mullet was -just- starting to sprout.
He looked a little shocked, but let us on anyway, and frowned when we pushed the fifth floor button. I'm not sure if wanted to warn us or if he was supposed to stop us, but he tried a few times to say something but never did as far as I can remember. And then we were on the fifth floor, doors open onto another lobby of sorts... and I knew that what I was looking for was here. I don't know how or why, considering I didn't even know what I was looking for... but I knew it was there. And I didn't even have to search that far.
You know how some hotels have those little displays where they show you the history of the building, all the things that have come before, all the people that started it even though you don't really give two hoots about people you don't know who are long dead? Well in this hotel there was only one item in that display... a ramshackle house. It looked like something that had been made by a redneck swap family of 15 brother-fathers and 20 mother-sisters. Three floors at least, iron and wood, rusted nails, HUGE front porch.... and the stench of evil over ever inch.... even though what I was looking at was only a model. On a stand as tall as my knees it came up over my head, and as soon as I laid eyes on it my stomach actually churned.
I don't even know what it was about this place, I remember "reading" that this was a model of the original house built on the land back when it was nothing more then a swamp.... which is retarded because this was a hotel situated in the centre of the city when I entered... and somewhere in my dream it had migrated to the beachfront... but I don't believe that any time in the history of Adelaide has there ever been "swamp land"... maybe some marshes, there's a mangrove plantation around somewhere but it's protected so nothing will ever be built on it. So where this oh so important swamp came from I will never know.
The rest of the dream is fading fast, obviously my mind no longer thinks anything further about my dream is important, save that.... through my eyes, this model house was.... oozing something, I'm not sure if it was disease or decay, or simply the stench of evil itself. Only that there was something.... "bile yellow" coming from it in waves. Something that tried to make me turn away, but I knew what had to be done, I just had to do it. Again, can't remember now, but it made so much sense in my dream, like everything just fit into place the moment my stomach tried to roll over and hide from that model building.
From there, I remember finding a door that lead onto the street.... from the fifth floor. Yes, twisted I know, and I knew it then too, but I knew that it was my exit from the hotel. Onto a street that my extended family lived on... which turned out to be a larger version of the hotel. Some of the houses.... wait, no... ALL of the houses on this street were haunted, some more then others though. Some seemed perfectly normal, though... now that I think about it the occupants of those houses had this 60s flair to them... housewife in an apron baking for her man. Ugg, sexism. And it would have been influenced by their resident entitiy, but it was harmless enough compared to some I guess. Rather be haunted by a ghost that makes me bake cookies then one who makes me harm and torture small animals and children.
Anyway, just like in the hotel there was one house that was "more haunted" then all the others. Nothing fancy, a single story building that looked just like any other. But it had that crazy feeling about it, you know, when the hairs on your neck stand up just from looking at it, and you know you don't wanna walk by it by you dismiss it as an irrational thought. I got that, but I could see in my mind's eye the evil that seeped from this place. And I could tell though it looked nothing like the ramshackle swamp palace model, this was the same place... the same entity/entities lived in that house. And something figured that it was what I had come for.
Lucky for me my cousin lived across the road, and she was in a baking mood too. I 'came to visit' and stayed where I could observe the house across the street. But I think this bit was influenced by Inception because the longer I stayed to observe the more the people around me looked confused... like I was the foreign entity that needed to be destroyed. I ignored them and kept watching, kept waiting... though for what I can no longer remember... the right time, or the right person, or the right hint of evil wafting from the place.
I think, my conscious decided that enough was enough though... I woke somewhere here, and though part of me wanted to fall back asleep and continue (which I would have quite easily been able to do).... the greater part of me decided enough was enough, and woke. So now here I am, the dream is gone from my mind, onto pen and paper so to speak, and I need a smoke before any of it comes back. I'll analyse it later, if I can be bothered doing so consciously.... scarily enough, most of that I do actually understand without having to look up references or definitions.
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