Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Other then the fact that I'm in love with the song, I'd like to do a costume of it... maybe spoof the video... must call the little brother he's the camera man.  Anyway enjoy the music and suggestions or ideas would be welcome. The band is Halestorm and the song is 'I get off'.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Calling Anyone Who's Good At Spoofing Songs!

Since I downloaded FRAPS I've been dying to make a couple WoW vids of my own showcasing my beloved hunter. And somehow I've gotten it in my head that she needs to spoof Battlefield by Jordin Sparks. Yes I know odd choice, but battlefield and battleground are very interchangeable. So here's a youtube vid of her song with lyrics and posted below are the lyrics I've managed to come up with so far. The stuff in red is what I lack. Any suggestions or ideas would be welcome. 

Don’t ask me to join your group
I know your premade’s bad
One minute till start
And suddenly it will just fall apart

One word turns into a
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down
My world's nothing when you don't
I'm standing here and he’s got a sheild
Can't go back now

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
Why we gotta fall for it now
I’m getting tired of this war
You know I really meant to hurt you
And they don’t even know what we’re fighting for

Why does the Horde always win the Battleground?  The Battlegrounds, the Battleground? (x2)
Why does the Horde always win?

We should just dps him down,
And then we can just steal his flag, mhmm
If we can't surrender then we both gonna loose what we have, oh no

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
I don't wanna fall for it now

I’m getting tired of this war
You know I really meant to hurt you
And they don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does the Horde always win in the Battleground?  The Battlegrounds, the Battleground? (x2)

I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor
I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your armor) get your armor
I guess you better go and get your...

We could pretend you had Ulduar gear (oh-oh-oh)
And even if you did we still wouldn’t be alright
Cause baby you just don’t know this fight
And the Alliance still can’t PVP..

The battleground, The Battleground, The Battleground,
Why do the Horde always win at the Battleground, the Battleground, the Battleground?

I guess you better go back to your raid...

I picked this server for the war
You know I really meant to hurt you
And you don’t even know what we’re fighting for (fighting, fighting for)

Why does the Horde always win the Battleground, the Battleground, the Battleground? (x2)

I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your tier gear) get your armor
I guess you better go and get your armor, (get your tier gear) get your armor

Why does the Horde always win...
Why does the Horde always win...
The Battleground, the Battleground..

I always meant
to start a war
And I know
What I’m fighting for

I always meant
to start a war
And I know
What I’m fighting for

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


First off I have to share this amazing violinist I found on youtube, and if all goes well hopefully I will be able to see him play next week Wed. First one is his interpration of a classic piece (one of my favorites) the second one gives me the chills, and the third is his cover of AC/DC's Thunderstruck. Yea, you read that right. He has so many that are excellent it was hard for me to pick just these few.

And not only is he talented he's not bad on the eyes. ^_^

Ok, I said I had pretties, and well if you've followed my other blog you know how I like to put teasers of any fanfiction I'm starting on here. (I'm a stats whore, I know.) But I'm just getting this started so let me know what you think.
Its set a few years after the end of the Batman Beyond series... I don't think I'm going to give you much more background then that. As always i'm implying no ownership of the DC's characters, original characters and plot are mine however, please ask my permission to repost or use either. Thank you!

It was fall in Gotham and that meant one thing. Foul weather. Lighting crackled across the heavens illuminating the skyline like fireworks. Ice water fell from the brooding sky in torrents, soaking everything and chilling anyone stupid enough to be outside to the bone. The drop in temperature had come early this year, daytime highs were in the sixties and nighttime lows were bordering on freezing. And then their was the unending rain. Gutters ran over, roads and small streams flooded. People wondered why the flood drains were so deep; it was solely for this time of year. This frozen hell was the kind of weather that made even the criminals stay in their holes. It was the kind of night Terry would have loved.
Would have. Back when the suit was new to him he would have relished the chance to ‘play’. New had been five years ago, he had long since learned the limits of his suit. Of course it also would have meant a short night for the Gothamite, and maybe the chance to see Dana. Not anymore. All it meant now was that he was going to spend his Saturday night listening in on the police frequencies and having to hear old man Wayne snore over the com. He gave a slight huff, and began contemplating how low it would take for the Batmobile to ice over. For a man of Bruce’s age he was in amazing shape, and he could still best Terry anytime he wished, but on slow nights like this, his age tended to get the better of him. Not that Terry didn’t have the same idea, and come three-thirty or four and all was well, he was going to retire early. But when you were Batman, things rarely went according to plan.
If it was because of the weather or act of Providence, at presciently four in the morning Terry found himself parking in the Batcave. Bruce was still dead to the world, Ace sat by his side silently guarding his aged master. The monotone drabble of the city’s finest kepting them both company.
“I’m back Mr. Wayne.” He stirred in his chair. The light from the monitors cast an eerie glow on the main control room. Apparently Bruce had fallen asleep earlier then Terry remembered, or maybe he was trying to save power by keeping the lights off. “I’m heading to my room to get some shut eye. I’m supposed to meet my Mom for lunch tomorrow.” Bruce gave an approving nod. “I figure I’ll be back early in the afternoon, did you get the chance to look at that essay for my lit class?” College had been the next logical step after high school, and with a recommendation from Bruce Wayne himself, and a free ride from him too, how could he say no? Never mind he got his own private tutor who could probably school any of his teachers on any subject.
“Yes I made a few corrections; I’ll go over it with you when you get back in.” The twenty-three year old nodded. He was a little older than his classmates, he was on the six year plan as he called it. But while the hours of high school he hadn’t been able to work around, college had worked well with his nighttime occupation. And if anyone asked, he always could say that he spend most of his time helping Mr. Wayne and couldn’t very well take a full load of classes and do that.

The ancient tome had come at a quarter the price she had expected to pay at the auction. The people with money seemed for focused on buying ‘relics’ and rubble then something of any value. Of course to them the book was useless. Time had done its worst on the small leather bound volume. The cover was cut and distressed hardly recognizable as leather, the pages it contained were nearly coming out of the binding, and the ink had nearly faded to the point it was debatable if the book had ever held any information. The entire manuscript had been severely damaged by water, but for someone of her particular talent, it was completely salvageable.
The winner of the auction, a young dark haired thing, put the item into a simple backpack and headed for the auction house door. The bag clashed horribly with her outfit. The auction had been a black tie affair, and her dress had been suitable but the bag was out of place for something so upscale. Most of the other guests were enjoying the gala in the main auditorium, she had opted to get to work restoring the book as soon as she could and forgo the merrymaking. A car was quickly called for her by one of the doormen and she slid into the back of the nondescript black car.

Monday, October 5, 2009

One last thing

One more and I'll shut up... for a little bit. I finally figured out what my palidan is doing wrong. I should jump up and down more... specifically on shit I just owned.

Couple new trailers.

When I saw Zombieland, I saw this trailer, I'll be sure to report as soon as its out. And btw its Michael, give him a sword and you all are fucked. And one other thing, they forgot to double tap the old lady.

When searhing for that last trailer I found this one, I hadn't seen anything else on it, but it does look interesting. We all know my fixation with vampyrs, and real ones none of that Twilight bullshit.

And this, listen to the noise they make, it makes me think of 30 Days of Night (which was a neat and almost scary comic).

While I was hunting for the one before this (noticing a trend here?) I found this. I've never seen a movie made of this book which is sad and good. I don't know if anyone can properly pull off and Oscar Wilde but at the same time I love the book and I love how they portrayed him in The League of Extraordinary Gentleman. The actor playing (presumably) Dorian is the same one who's Caspian in The Chronicles of Narnia.

Lions, Tigers, Zombies, Oh YEA!

Went to see this with my brother Sat, and omg. Does laughing so hard a was crying and at one point nearly falling out of my seat give you any idea? Of course we spent about 1/2 of the movie going O.O that's us!! Door checking zombies, arguing over zombie kill of the week, and "come 'ere ya spongy yellow bastard!" ... in reference to a Twinkie. Oh yea right up my alley. Totally a 5/5 I'm up for seeing it again only because I know I missed so much when I was laughing. And of course a new raid/heroic charge has now been added to our list of shit to yell before we kill something. "Its time to nut up, or shut up." When's the zombie apocalypse and where do I sign up?

Friday, October 2, 2009

Just a Short Post

I had an interesting dream last night.  Unusual that I remembered it, back in high school and even college I could remember my dreams 4 or 5 nights a week, the past couple of years however I haven’t.  Part of it is I quit training myself to try and remember and then I didn’t write down what I did dream so even if I did remember when I first work up I lost it in an hour.  They say that you loose over half of it in the first 10 minutes your awake.  But hey I remember parts of this one, and thought I’d share part of my twisted brain.

I don’t remember what the dream was about but the first thing I remember was sitting on some guys lap (no not the bf, someone I’ve never seen before but I got the feeling he was an old acquaintance) we were talking, I think he was flirting but I was just way to fascinated by his tattoo.  Not that tattoo’s do it for me, but the ink on this one was … iridescent.  He had a cheetah print up the left side of his neck, from kinda in front of his ear and I’m guessing out to his shoulder.  The spots were in black but they were outlined in this silver color changing stuff.  It was fascinating to look at.  It changed color the way the light hit it, and because of that it made them look like they could move.  I could go into some detail describing him because I remember spending a lot of time staring at his face while he was talking about whatever trying to place him.  Because during the dream I knew him but he looked different then how I remembered the person.  Ok that totally didn’t make any sense.  It was like I knew him when I was a kid or something, and its always interesting to me to see how someone grows up and changes, it was something like that, but at the same time this was like someone who had gotten a lot better looking then what you ever could of imagined… that still falls short of what I’m trying to say but I’m tired so I’m going to leave it at that.  The next thing I remember was being at work and seeing him walking across the park toward the shop.  I don’t know why but I went out to talk to him.  I just remember that it seemed like it was springtime because it was very green out, and the stuff now is about ½ dead… and the car lot that exists near us was gone… I don’t remember what we talked about but it was something important.  Anyway it didn’t make much sense to me but thought the tattoo thing was a neat idea and that I’d share…