Wow. Great movie, just for the simple fact that someone was capable of making a film without stupid things jumping out at you like those youtube shockers and things of that nature (we’ve all encountered the maze or color test I’m sure)

This has by far been one of the best paranormal movies I think I have ever seen. It’s no wonder this $25,000.00 budget movie made uber millions! This movie takes you through a view of the other side, which if you’ve never experienced a paranormal event, it gives you a pretty good idea of what types of things you could expect. Footsteps, scratching, knocking,  inhuman breathing through EVP (electronic voice phenomenon). I have heard of people being disappointed in this movie and that is probably due to the fact that they’re so used to having something leap out at you with some wacky film effects and lots of LFE going on.

Paranormal Activity gets a 5/5 in my movie rating book for thrills and suspense. This movie exemplifies how a paranormal thriller should be! Honestly, I did not even want to look at my monitor in full screen because I was completely suspecting some wild looking demonic figure to just pop out in front of the camera to make me have to put on my Depends =P.

The boyfriend however was a serious douche who just made everything worse, to all you kids out there interested in playing with a Ouija board or spirit board, DON’T DO IT! Take it from someone who has had numerous paranormal events in his life and has certain abilities. Pissing off an inhuman is definitely something you do not want to do….The ending was a disappointment to a point, I wish they wouldn’t have shot Katie at the end, I know that’s kinda the point, but still, could have made it longer and shown the after effects and stuff, ah well, I just know what I would’ve liked to have seen ending-wise.

Feel free to leave your comments!

Josh

This post is based on a true story … really!

There was an elderly, widowed 9th grade algebra teacher in Alabama, who, as a result of the years and the students she had to put up with, became convinced that she was an equilateral triangle.  When she was cornered, she always looked for a new angle, in her own way of circular thinking she could never measure up. She treated everyone equilaterally, until someone called her a square. Although this may have been an acute observation, it was not right. The Pythagorean who made this accusation did not realize that it was actually an obtuse theorem. The teacher was put on a plane, sent away and committed for her polygonous belief. Many thought that being institutionalized would scalene down her parallelanoia, however, it must have been geometrically impossible to solve that equation. To sum up … there is good news and bad news. The good news is that this teacher was cured of believing she was a triangle. The bad news: in a special, isoscelestic, 180° turn, she now thinks she is trapped in a triangle. Does that mean she is now trapezoid?

Note: Puns have been added to protect the insanely and algebraically innocent.

Artwork by Lauren.

I think I’m going to die.
Every time i cough, my head pounds and my throat hurts.
It has been like this for a week and a half. I thought it was getting better these past couple of days because I switched my medicine, but it’s not. And I don’t have time to see a doctor because I’m going to visit my grandparents tomorrow.
People are going to vote me off the plane

Valve, you’ve surpassed yourselves this time, rushing out a sequel to a game, and doing a pretty good job of it if I’m completely honest. But why, for the love of all that is holy, would you make a game where all your advanced features make the game a wobbly mess of doody. DOODY TO YOU SIR!! Multicore rendering, if you cant make it work, then DON’T INCLUDE IT. Anyway, other people are probably wondering what I’m going on about, so I’ll put it in simpler terms; if you bought a game, you’d expect it to work right? You wouldn’t expect it to freeze after you’ve been playing it for 30 minutes and force your face into contorted asian rage such as this?

NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Didn’t think so. Well that’s what this game is doing to me. All you smug console players are all “Oh there’s no problem for me na na na” but you can’t search google for inappropriate things on your little gamebox, whereas I can!! HA!

Oh yeah, the game is Left 4 Dead 2; I just realised I hadn’t actually mentioned the game’s name.

In other not so geeky news I had my first ever bad turbulence experience on an aeroplane last night. I was convinced I was going to die and even started to severely panic! I had to tell the old (and perfectly calm I might add) couple in the seats beside me that it was my first time fly (which you bet your ass it ISN’T) because I was so embarrassed of how badly I panicked! I feel that this adorable cat’s face best resembles my expression from the plane last night:

FUCKING FUCK OF ALL FUCKS!!!

Peace out bro’s and ho’s, I’m gona make me some Pasta n Sauce!

FLIGHTS and packages are arranged for asylum-seekers willing to pay…. From The Australian. Full story

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Well I had a freaking amazing time in Raro… There were a few times on the beach where I was lying there thinking about the Awful Event, that dead werewolf, Ran grabbing me, and generally worrying about the Pack, and whether I could take on leading the pack….

Then I’d open my eyes again and see clear blue sky, blindingly white sand, and that ridiculously clear turquoise lagoon… And I’d decided that living in the moment is always the best idea.

Coming back was a bit hard though.

Holidays are easy and fun… Real life kind of sucks a bit.

On the day of my flight home the Alpha for the village I was staying in came over to have a chat with me. When I saw him earlier in the holiday I had politely told him that I wanted a break from Shifter crap. (I know, I was surprised I was still capable of politeness too.)

Anyway, he graciously allowed me to go on my merry way without bothering with the intricacies of Pack diplomacy. (There are a lot of traditions and conventions involved in being in someone else’s territory, Tiny and I had a chat about it before I left.)

But on the last day I was ready to face the realities of real life, so when he showed up to make sure I’d enjoyed my stay and had no issues with his Pack I invited him for lunch and took the time to quiz him on being Alpha and being wolf, and customs ect…

I gotta say, without going into too much boring detail, the entire culture is different, and some parts I like, some I don’t so much, but it all makes a lot of sense to me when I remember the context of the Islands, and the history, and the people. In Rarotonga people (and Pack) generally are easygoing, social, and very very relaxed…

I probably wouldn’t have gotten away with telling any other Pack in any other country to bugger off and leave me alone to have a holiday. BUT in Rarotonga I did because that’s just the way the people work there.

On the other side of the coin though, they probably thought I was rude, but that’s a forgivable offense I guess.

They do have a system of Chiefdoms and traditional titles and stuff in every day life and history, and a strong culture of respect for elders, and leaders, so I learnt some interesting things about leadership… I also learnt some cool stuff about diplomacy – he was telling me all about how they keep in touch with other Cook Island Packs.

There’s only one other Pack on Rarotonga (Both are mixed, but predominantly medium-sized semi-domesticated type dogs) and he told me about a lot of the stuff they do to make sure there’s no infighting ect…

It was all really interesting.

So after the Alpha and I finished lunch, I said goodbye to all the dogs I’d collected (sigh) and returned my mountain bike and snorkeling gear, and then went down to beach to get one last look.

Then I caught the shuttle to the airport and spent over two hours standing in various queues. The standing in queues bit was about when I started to realise that the ‘wee cold’ that I had was actually more of a raging headcold, and that I was woefully short on painkillers (which Tiny and Doc have told me are really big no-no’s for Shifters anyway), tissues, and time to go shift.

By the time I had boarded the plane I had a tiny (inadequate) packet of travel tissues from someone’s Nana, and a very strong desire to go hang out in the toilets and Shift from wolf and back ten times in a row.

Naturally I didn’t.

Instead I bugged the flight attendants for tissues, and endured a pretty rough decent back into the country. My sinuses and ears were blocked up in a big way, so I couldn’t equalize, and I ended up taking a few aspirin, hopefully to take down any swelling, and help me unblock.

When I got back I had a connecting flight to get back to the city, but I ducked out long enough to call Doc and make sure aspirin wasn’t going to make me die.

His (woefully unreassuring) opinion:

Doc: Well you’ve taken it now haven’t you. There’s not much I can do from here.

Ayla: Riiiight. So I probably won’t die then? Should I get on the plane, or should I see if I can re-schedule?

Doc: If the pain isn’t too bad catch the plane home, it won’t cause any damage it’ll just be pretty uncomfortable. I’ll drop some medication in your mailbox in the next hour for you when you get home – don’t take anything you can buy over the counter, lots of it doesn’t work the way it should with our systems. Also, don’t whatever you do shift. Give it at least 7 days, just to be sure the aspirin’s out of your system before you Shift.

Ayla: THAT long?? My ears hurt. And my head hurts.

Doc: By all means shift then. It’s not like I know what I’m talking about… I’ve only been doing this for ten years now.

Ayla: You suck.

Doc: And you are pig headed and stubborn. I did tell you to stay away from pain killers. Now go catch the plane. It’s nearly midnight and I need to make a house call to your letterbox before I can get any sleep.

So I caught the plane home, and it was short and sweet and owie.

Needless to say I was pretty grumpy when I got in. It was well after midnight, I was all sweaty and grubby with plane germs, cold and sick, with sore ears and a serious meat deprivation. I looked so angry and pissed off that three separate security guards tailed me, and I got pulled aside at EVERY fucking metal detector/ security screaning area.

I kinda wanted to scream at them all and tell them that it’s pointless to screen people AFTER they get OFF the plane. What’s the worst that could happen? They find out that I’ve stolen a safety briefing card? Or that I’ve stuffed the airlines useless stupid movie headphones down my pants?

Andre was at the airport, and because it was just a domestic flight he was hanging out at the baggage claim, and had already grabbed my (teeny tiny) suitcase.

He asked if that was it and I mostly had to lipread because my ears felt like they were stuffed full of cotton. And mucus.

I nodded and he ruffled up my hair (just to see if he could get me to bite him in public?) and gave me a lift home. Doc, true to his (grumpy) word had left some awesome cold killers in my letterbox, and Rumplestiltskin was absolutely over the freaking moon to see me. Also? HUGE.

I don’t know what they hell Andre fed him while I was away but the fluffy wee kitten I left behind in now an almost-adolescent  with quite big paws and long legs. He’s still skinny, but judging by his age, I’d say he’s going to be a large cat when he’s done growing… And if he continues at the speed he’s going he’ll end up somewhere in the weight range of a small tiger.

(Or possibly not… domestic kitties don’t get that big I guess. And the size thing is probably just more of a case of me seeing him with fresh eyes.)

Yeah… So after that I took some meds, posted a million pictures here, and on facebook, and slept for a day and a bit. Bliss!

The rest of the Pack have held off busting down my door, but I’m guessing Ran will be by in the next few days, closely followed by Tiny.

I’m putting money on the fact that she’s waiting to see whether I kill Ran – or attempt to – before she ventures close enough to get bitten. Luckily for them both I have decided that Ran did what he needed to as a responsible Alpha (even if he’s not my Alpha) to protect his Pack, and other Packs that he has links with.

Therefore the worst I’ll do is kick his ass a little for not telling me. (Even though – I think we all know – if he’d told me before he found the guy I would have yeeled, and screamed, and possibly run away to hide.)

(I am Alya, therefore may be as contrary as I like. So there.)

Ho

This dream started out with me on an airplane, and we were just reaching our destination.
Upon our descent, most of the people on the plane started to get airsick (and if you know me, I’m the type of person who can’t STAND to see, hear, smell, etc. ANYone vomiting.  It is extremely disturbing to me).  Once the plane landed, I rushed off of it to get away from these people.

We had landed in the middle of a wide, open plain.  I can’t say for sure, but I’m guessing it was Africa, and you’ll see why in a second.
We were all of the same group, and we began to walk towards the edge of a cliff (which wasn’t too much of a cliff–it had a slope downwards that was fairly steep, but we were still able to climb down it).  We were walking, and then we came upon a giraffe.  I started yelling at everyone to go AROUND the giraffe rather than near it, because they are actually quite dangerous, but nobody listened to me.  The giraffe then proceeded to swing it’s head at people and hit them with its two bony horns (which, I recall from watching National Geographic the other night, is how giraffes fight amongst each other in real life).
In an “I told you so” manner, I began to climb down the slope with a few other people.

Once at the bottom of the slope, we were on a second plain, and then we got into a truck.  Most of us were in the bed of the truck, because there wasn’t much room in the cab, of course.  as we were driving, a cheetah started to attack us–it was jumping so high that it was above the bed of the truck, and trying to jump into it.
I, for some reason, had some sort of a club or a baseball bat, and I hit it to fend it off, which worked.

A little while later, we got out of the truck, and started walking….and then some male lions started chasing after us.
We ran as fast as we could, and eventually someone saw a beach, and yelled “head towards the water!  They’re cats, so they don’t like to swim!!”, and so we did just that…and it actually worked.
The lions didn’t follow us into the water, and after about 5 minutes, they got bored with waiting for us to come out of the water, and wandered off.

In a second part of the dream, I was taking pictures of fiddler crabs on the shore.
Then, it switched to a scene where I was still in this Africa-type place, but I was conducting an interview for the teacher of an elementary school.  The interview was being held on the playground of the school, and the person that I was interviewing for the position was messing with a piece of fabric on the sand for some reason….after a few minutes, this all changed–I was the interviewee, and the woman was the one who was interviewing me.
The interview concluded, and at about the same time, a male teacher came up to the interviewers, who were his superiors, and told them that, from now on, he would like to be addressed as Mr. 33702 (or a number similar to this–I know that the first two digits were 3s, but I can’t remember the last 3 digits), which was his zip code.  I made a joke that he was definitely not the only one in that zip code, and that there must have been hundreds of other “Mr. 33702″s, but he ignored me.

The dream then changed again, and I was still in this Africa-like area, but this time, I was a senior in high school again.  I took a few different artsy classes (which makes sense, since, in real life, I’m a photographer and all-around artist), and in one class, I won a contest where the prize was to pick one of a variety of corsets.  I chose one that was all-white, had a lacy pattern, and was very elegant and feminine.  Then that class ended, and I ran into a friend (a friend who I actually DO know in real life, but whom I haven’t seen or talked to in a few years, and she just happened to be in the dream), and she was very hysteric, going on about how she thought she might be pregnant.  I was telling her that she shouldn’t worry, because the only reason why she thought this was because she was a day late on her period, and she hadn’t even taken a pregnancy test yet, but it didn’t calm her down.

Which was when I woke up.

I can’t believe that in exactly 7 days from now, I’ll be boarding my plane to go to Bali! I haven’t even been able to think about my trip much less pack. But I have started putting things aside on the corner of my couch to start a “packing pile”. Do you ever do that?  It’s as if 1/2 the work is done if you already know what you need to take. As you can see, all I know is that I’m taking my bathing suits, guide books, wraps, and a book my assistant gave me, “She’s Come Undone”.

My Packing Pile

I also started a list of friends and family that I want to be sure I get some goodies from Bali for.There are so many special peeps in my life, it seems like a big list. Not sure how I’m going to fit all the goods. I plan on packing very lightly since it’ll be so hot over there. My biggest article of “clothing” is really my heavy duty Manduka yoga mat. I’d bring my travel mat, but since I’ll be practicing every day, I just need to suck it up and carry it on the plane with me. Do you have any packing tips or suggestions on what to bring?

…only 7 days to go!

We had a small dinner with Myself, Melissa, Mick and Kathy for her birthday at Red Robbin. I snapped a quick shot in the waiting area while we were waiting to be seated.

While in Washington D.C. last week my primary interest was shooting street shots but I could not resist a few typical tourist shots too.
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So this is the Craziest Skydiving I’ve ever seen. It makes the people from Nitro Circus look like armatures. I’ll do stuff like this someday.

Everyone secretly loves flight simulation. Soaring above (or below) the clouds is a great experience, however it is generated. The iPhone and iPod touch devices, despite their small screens, are great for this sort of activity. The computing and graphics power is quite great and the accelerometer makes it quite hard to crash.

Here are my top flight sims in no particular order… unfortunately none are free, although Lite or Trainer versions might exist or become available…

X-Plane is a simulator that is absolutely physically realistic to the extent that a mobile phone can be. It presents serious options to practise or try out “proper” manoeuvres, including using excellently developed navigation on beautiful aircraft. There are terrain options, other aircraft (occasionally) and challenging runways. It uses the accelerometer to great effect. Multiplayer or not.

F.A.S.T. is an aerial combat game that is, again, very realistic, although less so. There is a social club, a multiplayer mode and an option to fight against enemies in planes with blackout-causing g-force. The satisfaction of this one can be immense – after all, it is designed to be challenging, with a name like “Fleet Air Superiority Training”. If you like missions, this is one for you.

Flight Control is about moving aircraft of various sizes and speeds to their correct helipads and runways. It’s a 2D setup but don’t be fooled – co-ordinating movements of planes of different speeds and requirements is tricky. There are several terrain modes, and the game itself is easy to use. A good value item that interacts with others over Bluetooth, WiFi or even Facebook (although that’s not live). Enjoy dragging aircraft around with your finger, then…

I would like to particularly thank the developers of these apps for their great work. Keep it up, guys!

In late September of 2009, my boyfriend and I took a plane to Europe for the first time (for both of us.)

First, we went to Berlin, Germany.

Second, we went to Amsterdam, The Netherlands.

Lastly, we went to Paris, France.

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Just typing this post is making me excited to be thinking about going home to Beverly Hills. New York is a great city for the subway, the cutlutre, the noise, the unwanted smells, the food, the weather, etc. However I am a Cali girl at heart and love where I grew up.

I cannot wait for the semester to be over! I am anxious to get to the airport and head to LAX to see my dear family and friends. Speaking of traveling/flights, I wanted to tell you about a site called sidestep which is a great for finding excellent rates for all your travel arrangements. When I use the site it really only takes me a few minutes to find what I need and before you know it my travel plans are booked. I  love to fly and cannot wait to travel again in the next few weeks. What do you enjoy about traveling?

Getting ready for departure… Next stop, Seoul, south Korea.

Okay, so lately everyone has been just highly annoying with the whole New Moon garbage that is apparently playing on this rainy day.

I mean seriously, this is a very tenny-bopper movie, females ages 15-40 are hopped up on this crap, why? This is more annoying than a baby whining loudly in your ear at a restaurant. Kids, if you want something worthwhile with vampires, go watch True Blood, at least there’s good stuff there, Twilight is like the Harry Potter of the vampire world obviously and Harry fails too.

Save your money twinkletoes and go watch something worthwhile .

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