The Protect IP Act is a bill that Congress is debating about at the moment. Why should we care? Well, the Protect IP Act is a bill that could force Internet Service Providers to block social media sites like tumblr, Facebook, and deviantART. This is despicable and wrong.

Private corporations want the power to get rid of sites that allow people to download music, videos, and other media. however, most of these sites aren’t in U.S. jurisdiction. This bill will allow corporations to, as I said above, force Internet Service Providers to block these sites. It will also give them the ability to cut off funds from these websites by forcing American Ad providers to take their ads off of these websites, and sue websites, blogs, and even forums to make them remove links to the offending websites.

This bill is ridiculous for many reasons. Firstly, <i>it doesn’t even prevent piracy.</i> One can still access these sites by typing in their IP addresses. And, it’s unconstitutional. Any website where people express themselves, whether it be making art, music, or media, there’s enough copyrighted material that this bill can target them, censoring them, or worse, shutting them down.

Even if we trust the U.S. government not to overuse it’s power, other countries may follow our example, and there may be some who would use this power to destroy the freedom that we get on the internet.

I might be overreacting, but the hearings are horribly lopsided, with the bill’s supporter’s voices far outweighing those opposed to it. Tech companies such as Google, AOL, Twitter, and Mozilla, have signed a full page ad in the New York Times opposing this bill, but it’s doubtful that their voices will be heard by those who have to hear it.

In real life, I’m a bit shy, and have trouble finding places to show my art to the world. I’m not anti-social, per say, but the internet is an important place to me. It’s helped thousands of people follow their dreams. I have friends here who aren’t really heard in real life, and use the internet to express themselves.

I beg you guys, please help stop this freedom-restricting bill. No good can come of a bill that gives corporations the power to crush our creativity. You can sign petitions here: http://americancensorship.org/ http://act.demandprogress.org/sign/sopa_testimony/?akid=1018.606560.JTkqV4&rd=1&t=2

You can contact your congressman, if you live in America: https://writerep.house.gov/writerep/welcome.shtml http://fightforthefuture.org/pipa/

Anyone who cares about their ability to express themselves creatively, please help.

Share this post, or any other posts or media relating to the bill, such as this video: http://vimeo.com/31100268

And finally, to quote the Daily What, “Get the word out any way you can, because, soon, you may no longer be allowed to.”

My brother Henry showed me his favorite part of A Good Man Goes To War, the last Doctor Who episode before the hiatus for the summer. It was (spoilers) the part when the Doctor takes Demon’s Run. As the music built to a crescendo, I felt chills up my spine and that excited anticipation and joy that you’d feel in the climax of your favorite book, or the crowning moment of awesome in your favorite movie. I didn’t get that in Deathly Hallows. Why not? I realized something. I’m not as emotionally invested in Harry Potter anymore. When the Doctor saves the day in a particularly epic way, I cry tears of joy and get chills. When Harry saved the day, I was happy, but it didn’t affect me like A Good Man Goes To War affected me.

Harry Potter is loyal, kind, and determined. I understand perfectly the kind of characters JKR is crafting, I’m not turning on my childhood and calling Harry a Mary-Sue. I know that the idea is that Harry has the power of love, and is a pure force of good. Voldemort is a force of evil. A simple good vs. evil story. The thing is, that’s boring. The Doctor tries to be a force for good, but he’s made mistakes. He’s snapped, he’s killed innocents before. The Doctor is flawed. I’m not saying that Harry isn’t flawed, but the Doctor is simply more interesting. I hate stories where the character is disgustingly good, I hate the tired old cliche of diligent heroes. That’s why I adore the broken characters.

You may think I’m heartless to like the villains or the ‘emo’ characters more than the fresh faced hero, but I truly love a broken character more than a typical hero.

I’m going to, rather selfishly, use my character, Ranna, as an example.

Ranna is the kind of character you’d think of as the quirky sidekick. The quirky anti-hero sidekick on drugs. Although she describes herself as a cold-blooded killer, she is the sweetest girl sometimes and seems nothing more than a bit mad. Then we get to the backstory and all the crap she’s hiding. She feel madly in love with her sister’s boyfriend, joined said sister and boyfriend and became a villain, and got turned into a vampire by the boyfriend. She then spent an unbearable 10 years as a raving killer, little more than an animal. She made herself into a cold-blooded killing machine, and was the cruelest assassin to walk the earth in quite some time. Ranna  soon met her current partner, a woman called Talia. Talia soon became her mortality chain of sorts, and Ranna now hides her pain and insanity under the mask of a goofy, bright assassin. Ouch.

I love these characters so much more than the type Harry is. I would’ve loved the movie so much more if Ron or Hermione or any of the other characters had been featured more prominently, I love Harry Potter, but Harry himself is a bit bland.

Thanks for listening to my mad ranting about how I think Harry isn’t a complex enough character and the shameless insertion of my own character.

Bye! ^^;

Anywho, I’m going to treat everyone to a sneak peek at how the first chapter of Red Shadows is coming along!

I’m planning to start a website for the whole shebang, but until then, read it on my deviantART!

And that’s all! Bye bye nya!

The movie continues the story of the original Tron movie, with Kevin’s son as the main character.

I liked the movie, but mostly for the visuals and music. The action scenes are engrossing and the music spine tingling, but when it comes to story and characters…. it falls flat.

Yeah, I’m lazy. But I’m tired, and I kind of wanted to think about this:

What if Zuse was the main villain? Seriously. Tell me you wouldn’t watch a movie where this guy was the villain!

Anyways, I’m done now. G’night, loves. ^^

Anyways, the arts sucks, I know. But this is my first time using the manga program my dad got me and my first time drawing on the computer AND my first time doing an actual comic. xDDD

Anyways, enjoy!

Ranna Sutford, Talia Reynolds and the whole shebang of Red Shadows is mine and mine alone. If you steal them, I WILL find you and kill you with a rusty spoon. ^_^

And that’s it! I swear the art will get better. xD

The world of Shinigami (Reapers to those who rock the english dubs) is a complex and sometimes creepy world.

From oddly… adorable shinigami, to sexy shinigami, to downright terrifying shinigami, we’ve all got favorites.

But today I’m here to name the top ten in terms of:

Their menace
Their power
and
Their characters

I know I might leave some out, especially when it comes to Bleach, but I’ll try my best. xD

Anime/Manga: Bleach

Rukia is an obvious choice. She is one of the most famous shinigami from Bleach, and definitely a fan favorite. In her fight with the Arrancar D Roy, she displays her fearsome bankai for the first time, defeating him easily. Therefore filling the power requirement. I must admit, she barely snagged the power requirement in my book. I am only starting the Arrancar arc, and had she not defeated D Roy with such ease and effectively freed herself of her Distressed Damsel status, Rukia wouldn’t have made it.

Her menace is another story. While she is certainly formidable, Rukia is a good guy. While I’m not saying heroes can’t be menacing, Rukia honestly never felt menacing to me.

Rukia’s character was undoubtedly the thing that got her this spot. She is a strong female, and has nice depths. She has a tendency to blame herself for everything, but luckily she gets better about it.

In the Soul Society Arc, I’ll admit that I was afraid Rukia had been reduced to an angsty damsel. But luckily, character development marches on. Rukia mans- erm, ‘womans’ up, and returns to the bundle of ass-kicking shinigami she was at the beginning of the series.

So Rukia Kuchiki gets the tenth spot!

Tune in later for number nine. ^_^

Hauntly tranquil, secrets hidden in the boughs. When every cuckoo falls, when ink black blood is spilt, I shall remain.
When in Lai, the lion grazes with the lamb, the rose blooms in ice, I will have caused it.

When stars dim, and the jester weeps, who shall wipe away his tears?
Not the wind, who’s gauzy love causes fairies to stumble.

Or the patchwork angel, who, fallen to Earth, cannot fly. I watch the old tinker mend her wings, and warn her with a smile, not to fall.

If sensible people read this, they’ll laugh and call me a lunatic, I do not mind. I, the author, for that means the moon is my sister.

And when the trees hum a tune, the waters invite me to play, the stars gossip so terribly, and then the mountains and the fairies listen, and convey.

I, the author am hopelessly lost, and I do not think I want to be found.

Thinking back, it had the “Us and Them” feel. They’re geeks, we’re scene. And that comment hurt me.

Ever since I was a kid, I begged for a best friend who was like me. Not stereotyped, not a cookie cutter copy of the original prep or goth.

I tried goth as I grew older, but I couldn’t pull off the dark personality.

Eventually, I discovered heaven.

People like me. The internet had been hiding a whole race of people who were like me, yet weren’t.

Geeks, nerds, dorks. To them, nerd was a compliment. They flaunted their extensive knowledge of the TARDIS and Star Trek. They quoted memes with ease, they mocked themselves mercilessly.

For the first time, I belonged.

I was welcomed into the world of comics, anime, conventions, and video games. I felt the similarities, and the differences. We were bonded, and yet still more prone to bickering than any other group of people.

I was on air. It didn’t matter if my video game knowledge was limited, there were still the Whovians and otaku! (Doctor Who fans and anime fans)

Then that one little remark pierced my bubble. Its speaker may not have noticed, but it screamed of “You don’t belong there! You belong here! With the cooler people!”

Then I decided. I am a proud geek. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been one since birth, or was just converted yesterday.

I am geeky, I love anime and memes, old sic fi shows. You can’t tell me a geek is something else. Because to me, a geek is individual. A geek likes whatever the heck they want. Mostly anime and sic fi for me.

This may not make much sense, but this is a post for the geeks. The ones who never quite fit in. The people who know that they’re geeky.
The people who are one of us.

Yes, I only uploaded three of the fifty+ I’ve done… *sigh*

Like ‘em? I’m selling posters on Zazzle for ten bucks. *cheesy grin and shameless plug*

Anyways, I might post more pictures later…. ^_^

Eye See U

Lady Technicolor

Darkened Donna

NaNoWriMo

So- it’s the end of November- my book isn’t even halfway done. @#&$@#&%&#$$!!!!

But I’m okay with that.

So in short, this is my teaser trailer for She Who Is Nameless:

I am a bird, a slip of wild patterned blue and gold, eyes gleam an odd, indiscernible color, beak a slim hooked thing. My body is sleek and rippling, my feathers sharp as knives and glinting, the wind swirling like a child’s drawing, little lines rippling around me, parting easily before my slim body. Then I am a girl, blue robes and hypnotizing eyes, hair a pure gold that could not possibly exist in it’s simplicity, seeming a block of color like a drawing, then becoming molten gold at the next, flowing down my back spectacularly. A voice like the clang of a church bell calls my name, but the name comes out a piercing, unpleasant noise in my ear, sounding as if it’s on a higher level of hearing. I move to go to the voice, my gait unbelievably sinuous and graceful, but something grabs at me.

I am a demigod, the daughter of Athena, and my dream was a memory I barely remembered, a memory of the day I was banished from Olympus.

My name is Hero Jones. Well, not really, my true name is- well- hidden, sort of, when I unleashed the Evander, I had to be punished.

All I’ve remembered these past two years is that I am a demigod, my mother is Athena, and Hero is not my real name. My father filled me with stories of the gods, stories of my mother, etc. etc.

Why had I left? Why had I sacrificed my decent life for a mother who might not even want me anymore? I could die, and at this moment, it looked like I would.

In this place where dark things lurk,

Beware what oozes beneath the earth,

But to stay alive and well,

Heed the air, and hear the spell,

Do not expect you’ll ever see,

The light of day, the smell of sea,

If you choose to venture here,

The Court of Slyph, the Court of Fear,

But if you still desire to see,

Exactly what has killed me,

Come and speak the devil’s words,

Air, hear me.

Wind, receive me.

Breath, take me.

Bet that got you excited, right? I might post snippets, not enough to ruin the story, but tiny clips.