The Revived 667er - Edition 6 (I think?)
Aug 31, 2015 1:20:58 GMT -5
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Original idea by Akbar Le Grey
Do you know that feeling when someone invites you to a party full of cool people you don't know and you think "Yeah sure I should totally go and befriend that cool people" but once you're there everybody knows everybody but you so you just stay in a corner with an alcoholic drink in one hand and your phone in the other and you just pretend you're doing something super important but you're actually just waiting for someone to take the first step and talk to you to take you out of your misery but that never happens so you just keep drinking thinking "after a few more drinks I'll have the courage to go and talk with someone" but in the end you just end up drunk and sad crying in a dark alley?
Luckily I didn't feel like that when I got here in 667, so I don't know why I told you that story. Welp.
I wrote something long, funny and interesting to include here, but my computer crashed and I LOST IT. Now I'm frustrated so I won't write it again because it's 3 am and I have to go to work in five hours oh my god what am I doing with my life. Also since I consider that a new day begins when I wake up, it's still August 30 in my mind. What I can tell you is that in this issue we have a lot of movie reviews, some literature, videos, history, rants and something else I'm forgetting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this edition of the 667er!
Editor – Mister M
Co-Editor – Anka Anwhistle M
Designer – Lemona Snicket
Art Editor – Terry Craig
Gawky Editor – Charlie Snicket
Guest Editor & Ugly new banners – Zortegus
People usually Mister M thanks in his "Thanks this issue to" thing so I'll include here just in case: Sherry Ann, Anka Anwhistle M, Bee, Terry Craig, Dante, Akbar Le Grey, Hermes, Pandora, Bsam, Sixteen, Charlie Snicket, Tragedy
People I want to thank because they actually wrote stuff for this: Lemona Snicket, Peppermince, Sophie, Bandit, Tryina Denouement, Linda Rahldeen.
People I want to thank because they actually wrote stuff for this: Lemona Snicket, Peppermince, Sophie, Bandit, Tryina Denouement, Linda Rahldeen.
Christmas in July.
The literal stupidest idea, in my humble opinion. I mean, really? (Note that this will just apply to Australia, as I don't know if there are similar things in other countries, or if they are also the literal stupidest idea.) OK, so here we have restaurants, bars, function places and the like doing this thing known as "Christmas in winter". Basically, for a short concentrated time in July (and sometimes June), there are decorations, music and food generally associated with Christmas. We have Christmas choirs who do additional performances in winter. I personally find it ridiculous, and always have.
Now Christmas itself is perfectly fine, as long as it comes at the correct time of year. And Australian Christmas is pretty cool in a way, what with being the opposite, weather-wise, to the Northern Hemisphere Christmas aesthetic. This gives it a lovely distinctness.
Anyway, regardless of how great Aussie Christmas is, we are saturated by the Northern Hemisphere Christmas aesthetic. December displays in stores have fake snow, many of our Christmas cards have pictures of things like Christmas trees in front of fireplaces, you name it. Cold weather is associated with Christmas. Some enterprising person (I do admire their business ideas) thought "hey, if Aussies associate Christmas with cold weather, why shouldn't they have a fake Christmas when the weather's cold?" .
The reason I roll my eyes at this event is because it always looks cheesy and kind of half-arsed. Nowhere that I've seen goes all out, so what one sees is a world where most people are just getting on with it being winter, and a couple of public spaces randomly have a casual bit of Christmas decoration/ food/ music.
The literal stupidest idea, in my humble opinion. I mean, really? (Note that this will just apply to Australia, as I don't know if there are similar things in other countries, or if they are also the literal stupidest idea.) OK, so here we have restaurants, bars, function places and the like doing this thing known as "Christmas in winter". Basically, for a short concentrated time in July (and sometimes June), there are decorations, music and food generally associated with Christmas. We have Christmas choirs who do additional performances in winter. I personally find it ridiculous, and always have.
Now Christmas itself is perfectly fine, as long as it comes at the correct time of year. And Australian Christmas is pretty cool in a way, what with being the opposite, weather-wise, to the Northern Hemisphere Christmas aesthetic. This gives it a lovely distinctness.
Anyway, regardless of how great Aussie Christmas is, we are saturated by the Northern Hemisphere Christmas aesthetic. December displays in stores have fake snow, many of our Christmas cards have pictures of things like Christmas trees in front of fireplaces, you name it. Cold weather is associated with Christmas. Some enterprising person (I do admire their business ideas) thought "hey, if Aussies associate Christmas with cold weather, why shouldn't they have a fake Christmas when the weather's cold?" .
The reason I roll my eyes at this event is because it always looks cheesy and kind of half-arsed. Nowhere that I've seen goes all out, so what one sees is a world where most people are just getting on with it being winter, and a couple of public spaces randomly have a casual bit of Christmas decoration/ food/ music.
A column by Linda Rhaldeen
Welcome back to History of 667. Today's topic of interest: Tragedy!
Not the Romeo and Juliet kind, the admin. Tragedy Armando Thomas was born November 3rd, 1988. This was a Thursday; unlike Isadora Is a Door he seems to have gotten the hang of Thursdays very early on. He was presumably born in Bethesda Maryland, his hometown, but that has not been confirmed. His ancestry is from the Philippines, and he went to high school in Brazil because of his dad's job. He has a sister that is ten years younger than him. He is Roman Catholic.
Little is known about his early life, so our story will begin on June 22nd, 2002. At the time, he was a member and a moderator at the mythical UE.net, the Atlantis of the Lemony Snicket world. That day, he decided to build his own little forum (more on that here). He went through various periods of activity and absence on the forum depending on his school workload. His school was super important or something because George W. Bush once visited it and they shook hands.
He graduated from high school in 2006, at the age of 17, and took a year off to work at Barnes and Noble. This is notable because it was at this job that a guy famously asked Tragedy on a date and he said yes, not realizing it was a date (Tragedy is, unfortunately, heretosexual). Plus I guess it was his first full-time job and stuff but whatever, the date thing is much more important.
Tragedy was accepted to many universities, and had decided on Stanford at one point, but then changed his mind and ended up going to Cambridge. He studied Economics from 2007 to 2011 and apparently it rocked his world. He now works at World Bank.
Tragedy is known on 667 for such antics as angredy (and all his emoji cousins), nm u, *admin power surge*, flawless victory, and check yourself before you wreck yourself.
He has had several significant others on 667. Most notably, Fancy who he surprised by driving across 3 states to see her play, and Sophie, who he e-married and made creepy comments about her being his favorite member when she was underage (are you 18 now Sophie?).
Bonus facts:
- Mulan is a certified black belt in Tae Kwon Do
- He plays (played?) bass guitar
- He also played basketball in high school and college
- He is a very good dancer (video proof)
- He also likes Beyonce (video proof which is unfortunately friendslocked. If he suddenly starts getting a ton of facebook friend requests this is why)
- Nepotism is alive and well at 667. Tragedy's cousins were originally g-mods, and then when he was dating Fancy she became co-admin.
- For years, Tragedy was a Slytherin, but then Pottermore sorted him into Hufflepuff
- in 2008, he had the chance to talk to Daniel Handler on the phone and ended up being hung up on.
Interested in seeing a specific topic covered? Send me a PM and I will do my best to cover it in a future issue.
Special thanks to Christmas Chief for the topic suggestion. This was pretty much just an excuse for me to be a full-on internet stalker.
Hey, it’s Peppermince! This is the first time I have ever written for anything so I’d love any feedback. Today we are going to be talking about a movie that I really love and everyone should watch. If you aren’t so keen on watching it and need a bit of persuasion, I’ve got 10 reasons why you should. So, without further ado, here are ten reasons why you should watch Mad Max: Fury Road.
Mad Max: Fury Road
1. At the start, Max eats a two headed lizard (how badass?)
2. Charlize Theron is beautiful is a good actor.
3. If you love eating silver spray paint, well this is your movie.
4. Explosions.
5. Cars. If you like cool looking skull cars you will love this movie, trust me.
6. An original idea. I have not heard of another movie in which for the entire movie they are in a car chase.
7. The plot. This big meanie guy has like, 20000 wives and he makes babies with them and then turns the babies into war children. Furiosa and the wives disagree with the idea so Furiosa (Charlize Theron) takes them away to what they call The Green Place. A car chase ensues and it is so cool.
8. Max is a badass. He escaped from being a human blood bag and then hijacked a big rig (is that what they called it?).
9. George Miller got his wife to edit the movie so it would look the way it looks, and everyone thanks him for that.
10. The director/writer George Miller is 70 YEARS OLD and can still make an amazing movie.
Thanks guys for reading, I appreciate it a lot. I would like to thank Zort for letting me write something for the 667er, you are awesome!
I wasn't sure about what to write or how to call this section. I was listening a great song by Keane called Disconnected and when I heard "we walk in circles, the blind leading the blind, we've been disconnected somehow" I thought it'd be a cool name for this. Anyway the content of this article has not much to do with the title: I'm just gonna show you/tell you stuff you probably didn't know and you're probably not going to like. Basically, I'm going to be the blind and you're going to be the other blind and I'm going to lead you somewhere. Please make sure to not hit me with your white cane, thank you very much.
✖ BLIND: Boo'ya! Moon ✖
This is something I wrote when I was 15 and I totally forgot about it until I found it hidden in my closet yesterday. I generally write in Spanish, and I don't remember why I wrote this in English or what it's supposed to mean. Anywa, I always have fun when I read old stuff I wrote when I was a teenager, and I hope you have fun reading it too.
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Every single detail reminds me of the book we read together under the rain. Then, the rain fell, relentlessly, furiously, sorrowfully. The Moon watched everything with her twisted smile, hanging from a nail in the middle of that fake sky made of a very well painted piece of cardboard. The colors were bright and harmful, we tasted them and they were as unreal as you and I. The clouds cried to an invisible song for hours while the five of us ran around the Tree of Reyya, chasing death even when we shouldn't do that.
Do you remember what was that Moon's name? Wasn't she your best friend? I remember you talking with her every morning, ignoring what the flowers thought about it. Why is that you only worry about yourself? I stop running; it's a stupid thing to do anyway, why do we even try that?
"Boo'ya!" you scream suddenly, running away and chasing the flowers while the dust accrued for years is blown away, making the butterflies sneeze. Where did you learn that tricky word? Every time you say it, our world becomes a little bit darker.
Boo'ya! and the clouds crashed.
Boo'ya! and the colors faded.
Boo'ya! and the masks fell.
Boo'ya! and the flowers cried.
Boo'ya! and the moon smiled.
You don't visit us anymore, up here. We miss you, maybe. The leaves of the Tree of Reyya don't stop raining, like those clouds did while we were reading about the history of that world of fairies, elves and heroes fighting against an eternal wicked villain in a depressing land of ashes. Has rain fallen from the sky, though? Has rain dripped out of the tree? Has rain dripped off the moon, or the book, or the mask, or the heart? Weren't ourselves, then, who have poured out our eternal emptiness? I remember that, while we were dyeing of red the flowers, who with their tiny petal mourned for our friendship.Where was God then, when we fell like rain? Why didn't he tend us his hand, knowing us as miserable and ephemeral?
I asked you once about your face. Why can't I see it? What are you hiding? But you answered me with silence, and silence, and silence; silence was not enough for me. It's not enough for me. Nothing is enough for me.
Drops, drops, drops. The downpour of words has started now, and it's not going to stop until we all get razed. I watch the fall beside you, so far away from yourself that I can almost touch you, so close that I miss you until my whole body hurts. I watch while you vanish screaming that wicked word, and everything around disappears in pain:
Boo'ya! fall.
Boo'ya! rain.
Boo'ya! cry.
Boo'ya! fade.
Boo'ya! Moon.
✖ DEAF: Erland and the Carnival ✖
This is one of my favorite bands in the world. They're not too popular so I thought it'd be a nice thing to include here, and the video/musical style reminds me of ASOUE for some reason. This particular song is really good, the video as well. I hope you like it!
✖ MUTE: Lost in translation ✖
During Summer (that means January here in Argentina) I work in a Spanish Program my university helds for international students. Every year a group of students from Hunter College in NYC spend a month here studying and learning Spanish.
One of the girls of this year's group wanted to buy soap in the supermarket, but when she got there she couldn't find it. The thing is she couldn't remember which word in Spanish means "soup" and which one "soap". She hesitated for a minute and then told the cashier: "hupu, quiero... uhm... sopa! Sopa para la cara!" ("Hi, I want... uhm.... soup. Soup for my face!"). The cashier thought it was some kind of new beauty treatment and started asking her about it, and luckily another student saved the girl of spending the whole afternoon in a non-sense conversation. As someone wise said, "he (or she) who hesitate is lost".
✖ BLIND: Boo'ya! Moon ✖
This is something I wrote when I was 15 and I totally forgot about it until I found it hidden in my closet yesterday. I generally write in Spanish, and I don't remember why I wrote this in English or what it's supposed to mean. Anywa, I always have fun when I read old stuff I wrote when I was a teenager, and I hope you have fun reading it too.
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Every single detail reminds me of the book we read together under the rain. Then, the rain fell, relentlessly, furiously, sorrowfully. The Moon watched everything with her twisted smile, hanging from a nail in the middle of that fake sky made of a very well painted piece of cardboard. The colors were bright and harmful, we tasted them and they were as unreal as you and I. The clouds cried to an invisible song for hours while the five of us ran around the Tree of Reyya, chasing death even when we shouldn't do that.
Do you remember what was that Moon's name? Wasn't she your best friend? I remember you talking with her every morning, ignoring what the flowers thought about it. Why is that you only worry about yourself? I stop running; it's a stupid thing to do anyway, why do we even try that?
"Boo'ya!" you scream suddenly, running away and chasing the flowers while the dust accrued for years is blown away, making the butterflies sneeze. Where did you learn that tricky word? Every time you say it, our world becomes a little bit darker.
Boo'ya! and the clouds crashed.
Boo'ya! and the colors faded.
Boo'ya! and the masks fell.
Boo'ya! and the flowers cried.
Boo'ya! and the moon smiled.
You don't visit us anymore, up here. We miss you, maybe. The leaves of the Tree of Reyya don't stop raining, like those clouds did while we were reading about the history of that world of fairies, elves and heroes fighting against an eternal wicked villain in a depressing land of ashes. Has rain fallen from the sky, though? Has rain dripped out of the tree? Has rain dripped off the moon, or the book, or the mask, or the heart? Weren't ourselves, then, who have poured out our eternal emptiness? I remember that, while we were dyeing of red the flowers, who with their tiny petal mourned for our friendship.Where was God then, when we fell like rain? Why didn't he tend us his hand, knowing us as miserable and ephemeral?
I asked you once about your face. Why can't I see it? What are you hiding? But you answered me with silence, and silence, and silence; silence was not enough for me. It's not enough for me. Nothing is enough for me.
Drops, drops, drops. The downpour of words has started now, and it's not going to stop until we all get razed. I watch the fall beside you, so far away from yourself that I can almost touch you, so close that I miss you until my whole body hurts. I watch while you vanish screaming that wicked word, and everything around disappears in pain:
Boo'ya! fall.
Boo'ya! rain.
Boo'ya! cry.
Boo'ya! fade.
Boo'ya! Moon.
✖ DEAF: Erland and the Carnival ✖
This is one of my favorite bands in the world. They're not too popular so I thought it'd be a nice thing to include here, and the video/musical style reminds me of ASOUE for some reason. This particular song is really good, the video as well. I hope you like it!
✖ MUTE: Lost in translation ✖
During Summer (that means January here in Argentina) I work in a Spanish Program my university helds for international students. Every year a group of students from Hunter College in NYC spend a month here studying and learning Spanish.
One of the girls of this year's group wanted to buy soap in the supermarket, but when she got there she couldn't find it. The thing is she couldn't remember which word in Spanish means "soup" and which one "soap". She hesitated for a minute and then told the cashier: "hupu, quiero... uhm... sopa! Sopa para la cara!" ("Hi, I want... uhm.... soup. Soup for my face!"). The cashier thought it was some kind of new beauty treatment and started asking her about it, and luckily another student saved the girl of spending the whole afternoon in a non-sense conversation. As someone wise said, "he (or she) who hesitate is lost".
It was with a great fluster that I took to the streets last night in search for a piece of theatre to relax the mind and instill my succeeding paycheck, and although it was not the easiest journey, I can honestly say that I found exactly what I sought. What grace, what beauty, and indeed, what emotion I found in one of Broadway’s most underrated productions yet: Furious 7.
Propelled by a unique performance from up-and-coming stage star Vin Diesel, the concept alone is enough to make any theatrical critic tremble with wonder. For one thing, these sets are more extravagant than any I’ve encountered before. Within seconds, we find ourselves anywhere from a gritty, larger-than-life alleyway to the penthouse of the tallest building in the world. I’ve had my eye and mind on Manhattan talent for countless years, but with the arrival of this astonishing show, I can safely say that I’ve never seen such realistic production value on a stage before, and I probably never will again. Don’t even get me started on how they got so many high-end cars driving and performing stunts on stage, because I do not know how.
Furious 7 also turns the whole genre of musicals on its head. Although the roster is full of some of the catchiest numbers I’ve ever heard--including the super fast “Go Hard Or Go Home” and the super furious “Ride Out”--the choreographers make a bold choice of restricting every dancer to the role of backup. The anonymous singers of each live performance are presumably hidden backstage as they belt out such high-hitting, toe-tapping lyrics as “I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop.”
I am still basking in the glow of this wonderful play. Please join me next month, I will tell you about the time I threw a tomato at Michael Gambon’s big dumb head.
By Tryina Denouement
OK, guys, I picked this movie mainly because I know you all like stories of orphans facing unfortunate events, secret organizations, double agents and dying people. And Battle Of Surabaya contains all of them, and many more. As you might have guessed from the title, this movie is about the Battle of Surabaya, which erupted from sheets of paper filled with scribbles demanding surrender of the nation's ammo, and an exploding car filled with an important general. But no, the title is misleading. Instead, this movie tells the story of the little, seemingly insignificant behind-the-scenes stuff, which served as a kick so the incident can roll down the hill as recorded in history.
Produced by AMIKOM University in Yogyakarta, this animated movie is more than two hours long, but worth the 40k or so you spend for a ticket to the movies. This movie has been talked about since 2013, and I had to wait for two years for this to be completed. Totally worth it!
Our little guy is Musa, (named after the dude who split the Red Sea, mind you.) the friendly neighborhood courier/mailman and shoe polisher guy. His mom is sick, his actual dad died of sickness and his substitute dad is shot down by Dutch soldiers. Oh wait, there's more! He has a friend named Yumna, a nasi tiwul hawker whose father is dead and her mom is a sex slave. No, really. I'm not kidding here. Turns out her mom is dead too. You thought a cartoon would be child friendly, would it? This film has a Teen rating in Indonesia! (But dunno about worldwide.) Well, so these two work as couriers to the Republican forces in Indonesia. (No, not the American Republicans, these dudes want Indonesia to get recognized as an actual nation.)
And it snowballs from there. After a huge incident causes chaos where rebels climbed up to the roof of the Hotel Yamato and ripped the blue end of the Dutch flag to change it into the Indonesian one, Musa discovers that there is a secret organization hellbent on making the independence process for Indonesia rougher and harder than climbing K2. It's called the Kipas Hitam, which means 'black fan' in Indonesian. (No, not that kind of fan, it's the thing you use when it's hot as balls in the summer heat of wherever you are!) These guys are basically ninjas who torture people into joining them and then indoctrinate them. Yumna used to be in this organization, (but that case is more similar to being dragged by your ankles to join V.F.D.) And they also have membership tattoos like V.F.D does, but in the back of their necks, not their left ankles. This is how you know who's in and who's not in there. And this salsa is really important, because about 80% of the important guys in this movie are involved with this organization in some way or another.
The Republicans I have mentioned before have called the help of the British forces to help them secure their position as a nation. But the British soldiers act like stuck-up little salsas, and shoot practically every single rebel in sight. The Kipas Hitam saw the Brits' arrival as a nice obstacle for them to put in the way of the Republicans. So they allied with each other to beat the fighting spirit out of the rebels and plan to leave Surabaya as wrecked as the aftermath of a stereotypical teen party. And that starts Musa's Massive List Of Problems He Can't Just Run Away From, which accompanies his maturing process from a innocent preteen/kid into a responsible teenager.
The animation of this movie is mostly good, even through there are some oddities in certain places, such as crowds of people. But it's a huge step for a country known for atrocious animated movies such as Beauty and Warrior. Oh, I have created a wall of text! I'm so sorry. I'm gonna end this soon. Oh, by the way, there was a prequel book about how Musa started his job, sold in the bookstore next to the movie theater, but I didn't have enough money for it. I did skim through, tho.
Also, this movie will be globally distributed by Disney and will be dubbed in English, which is another reason why I picked this movie to review. I guess I should have picked the more familiar Paper Towns instead. Oh well. What's done is done. I will end this article. Bye!
"Jet lag"
P sure it's a myth
Jk I feel it a little
Even if it's just a few hours
Time is weird and confusing
Maybe it's not even a thing
Like we just make salsa up
To deal with wrapping our brains around complex concepts
Because that's how thinking works
Lol nah
Produced by AMIKOM University in Yogyakarta, this animated movie is more than two hours long, but worth the 40k or so you spend for a ticket to the movies. This movie has been talked about since 2013, and I had to wait for two years for this to be completed. Totally worth it!
Our little guy is Musa, (named after the dude who split the Red Sea, mind you.) the friendly neighborhood courier/mailman and shoe polisher guy. His mom is sick, his actual dad died of sickness and his substitute dad is shot down by Dutch soldiers. Oh wait, there's more! He has a friend named Yumna, a nasi tiwul hawker whose father is dead and her mom is a sex slave. No, really. I'm not kidding here. Turns out her mom is dead too. You thought a cartoon would be child friendly, would it? This film has a Teen rating in Indonesia! (But dunno about worldwide.) Well, so these two work as couriers to the Republican forces in Indonesia. (No, not the American Republicans, these dudes want Indonesia to get recognized as an actual nation.)
And it snowballs from there. After a huge incident causes chaos where rebels climbed up to the roof of the Hotel Yamato and ripped the blue end of the Dutch flag to change it into the Indonesian one, Musa discovers that there is a secret organization hellbent on making the independence process for Indonesia rougher and harder than climbing K2. It's called the Kipas Hitam, which means 'black fan' in Indonesian. (No, not that kind of fan, it's the thing you use when it's hot as balls in the summer heat of wherever you are!) These guys are basically ninjas who torture people into joining them and then indoctrinate them. Yumna used to be in this organization, (but that case is more similar to being dragged by your ankles to join V.F.D.) And they also have membership tattoos like V.F.D does, but in the back of their necks, not their left ankles. This is how you know who's in and who's not in there. And this salsa is really important, because about 80% of the important guys in this movie are involved with this organization in some way or another.
The Republicans I have mentioned before have called the help of the British forces to help them secure their position as a nation. But the British soldiers act like stuck-up little salsas, and shoot practically every single rebel in sight. The Kipas Hitam saw the Brits' arrival as a nice obstacle for them to put in the way of the Republicans. So they allied with each other to beat the fighting spirit out of the rebels and plan to leave Surabaya as wrecked as the aftermath of a stereotypical teen party. And that starts Musa's Massive List Of Problems He Can't Just Run Away From, which accompanies his maturing process from a innocent preteen/kid into a responsible teenager.
The animation of this movie is mostly good, even through there are some oddities in certain places, such as crowds of people. But it's a huge step for a country known for atrocious animated movies such as Beauty and Warrior. Oh, I have created a wall of text! I'm so sorry. I'm gonna end this soon. Oh, by the way, there was a prequel book about how Musa started his job, sold in the bookstore next to the movie theater, but I didn't have enough money for it. I did skim through, tho.
Also, this movie will be globally distributed by Disney and will be dubbed in English, which is another reason why I picked this movie to review. I guess I should have picked the more familiar Paper Towns instead. Oh well. What's done is done. I will end this article. Bye!
"Jet lag"
P sure it's a myth
Jk I feel it a little
Even if it's just a few hours
Time is weird and confusing
Maybe it's not even a thing
Like we just make salsa up
To deal with wrapping our brains around complex concepts
Because that's how thinking works
Lol nah
I'm gonna teach you on how to make a nice silhouette decoration to stick on your room's walls or anywhere you like. I made this thing for my class decoration contest, where your class competes with other classes to win cash and a snazzy reminder of how awesome your class is. It's just a small part of the other stuff we pasted on our walls for the competition, but it took a pretty long time. You will need two or more huge rolls of black paper, (or Asturo paper as we call it in my place.) a projector, a glue gun and/or a roll of double-sided tape.
First, we begin with a sketch. Mine looks like this: (The pic's been scaled down so it fits.)
Then you invert the colors so you can draw the silhouette on the projector.
Drawing time! If you don't have a fancy projector then you can always use this cheap solution.
I did the wings on a separate piece of paper. This is how they look like:
One of my friends helped me to cut the papers. Here she is:
Here is the wing part, almost done:
And I had a friend help me stick those together. In the end, it looked like this:
~If anybody wants to contribute something (whether positive or negative) then feel free to PM me or any other staff members with your ideas~
~Also, feel free to make Lemona irritated so she has something to rant about~
~Send Anka some advice questions~
~Who wants to be a guest artist? If you just shouted ‘ME ME ME’ Loudly at the screen then calm down, I can’t hear you. Instead I recommend that you PM concerning the guest artist slot~
~Who wants to be a guest writer? If you just shouted ‘PLEASE PICK ME, PLEASE!’ then hold your horses, you’re talking to a computer. Instead, why not PM concerning the guest writer slot~
~Make History! Then Linda can write about it~
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~Come to the Penthouse on the 13th of September~
~I need more random jokes! Jokes are funny and stuff, so joke.~
THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING
-Sophie won 667 Big Brother. Congratulations, Sophie!
-Lemona and BSam saw Mr. Handler during his stay in Australia. Read what he said and see the gorgeous pictures!
-Peppermince told us about his platonical wife revealing he's actually 13
-An interesting debate about gender happened here
-I told everyone why "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" sucks
-zakeno showed us some great stuff
by someone that's not Charlie because I don't know where he is. Come back Charlie we love you.
-Sophie won 667 Big Brother. Congratulations, Sophie!
-Lemona and BSam saw Mr. Handler during his stay in Australia. Read what he said and see the gorgeous pictures!
-Peppermince told us about his platonical wife revealing he's actually 13
-An interesting debate about gender happened here
-I told everyone why "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" sucks
-zakeno showed us some great stuff
by someone that's not Charlie because I don't know where he is. Come back Charlie we love you.
"Life is like a washing machine, it has cycles and speeds. Sometimes you're on spin, but when you're not expecting it you'll be in rinse and then everything will be quiet. After that you just have to tend and iron."
NEXT TIME: Something I don't really know what it'll be. We all love mystery, right?