I wrote this story shortly after getting the Westfall chicken, because I wanted to have a reason for acting so silly.

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Chickens are worse than squirrels. And this keyboard I'm using sucks. You basically have to beat the keys in order to press them down.

:D

Wow. I was going to log on and play each of my characters a little before I headed to Texas on Wednesday, but apparently the holidays are rather...busy as all three realms have really high queues. Alas.

Still, this gives me time to do other things. Like read Terry Pratchett's The Last Hero which, disappointingly, is not as good as his other Discworld books. Probably because it's mainly a picture book. Ah well, at least the humor is the same. Plus, Veternari, Rincewind and Vimes are all in it. Though Vimes just has a brief line.

Have I mentioned how much I disliked Carrot when I first started reading about him? Yeah, he's grown on me. I like the "dumb" naive characters who aren't as dumb as they appear.

I need to make some new icons. Since I can't install CS4 on my laptop yet (Vista is giving some odd problems), I'm probably going to download the GIMP again. It doesn't work with my tablet, but my tablet won't work with Windows Vista installed anyway, and to make icons I just need some pretty pictures to play around with.

Everyone have a safe and happy holiday!

Merry Christmas from M.A.

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from Wednsday night when it was REALLY snowing, or of the snowman we built, but here's SNOW! in Las Vegas:

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It started snowing today, at like 12:30 pm. It is now 8:30 pm and is still snowing. Yay! I've heard from lots of Vegas locals that it never does this. I mean, there's like a foot of snow on the ground where I live! I just spent two hours building a snowman in the dark! I'll have pictures when my roommates put them in the computer.

I'm so excited!

Although, I might have to miss work tomorrow. While on the surface that might be cool, I just keep thinking about all the work that'll be waiting for us on Friday. And Friday is the day of our department's Secret Santa Bowling Party.

Wheee! Snow!!!!!

So I'm about to head to bed, so I can wake up at an indecently early time to avoid the gankfest that is Firetree pvp.

However, I'm really not tired (probably because of the giant cup of Mountain Dew I had at lunch plus chocolate--did I ever mention that chocolate and caffeine are not a good combo for me?) so I'm trying to kill some time by writing.

I've become so out of practice, that it's difficult for me to type up anything at all. Even something as silly and inconsequential as say... "M.A. on Atlantis or God Help us All". Seriously.

I really miss the days when I could just open up notepad, begin writing and not worry about grammar, spelling, punctuation or plot. Just go with the flow and hope something happens. Now, I start writing and I get all anal about what I've just written. I can't even post on forums or review without wondering if I've just made an idiot of myself. So instead I post really random things and end up looking like an idiot anyway. Me no likey.

Ah well, at least online no one can see me blush when I type something that I later realize could be taken a different way.

I've mostly learned my lesson on that at work. Especially after the day I said "I'll never stop sucking!" in response to someone telling the boss that our charts would look better when people quit sucking.

Yeah. Now I have a collection of blow pops sitting on my desk. But that's okay, since I really like them.

Also, I totally did not say "I always feel like a nut", when someone sang Almond Joy/Mounds jingle. I caught myself just before I said it.

So. Yeah.

BEDTIME FOR M.A.

I just bought a permanent account! Woo! No more having to worry about changing credit cards every year!

In other news, I've created two new characters in WoW. Well, three, but one doesn't count because I've come to discover the evil that is the nelf. They remind me way too much of the Ancients from Stargate, and I really hated the Ancients.

One is a dwarf hunter on Earthen Ring, who I am leaving at level ten with her pet cat Darkfang (and will have her backstory up soon), and the other is a tauren hunter on Sentinels who is currently at level 10 with her pet wolf who has no name yet because he hasn't earned it. Both charries are on rp servers, and I've already come up with an outline for Rahena's (the tauren) backstory (which is turning out to be a lot more involved than I originally intended). Rhaena (yup, a reordering of the letters :p) however is proving more difficult. Dwarves have a rich culture lore-wise, but I'm not sure how to incorporate Rhaena into it.

I have an idea on how she tamed Darkfang (really, I was just looking for a pet other than the ones in Dun Morogh). Basically, she got drunk, somehow made it to Stormwind, and then to Azuremyst Isle, where she woke up with a killer hangover and an infected Nightstalker Runt trying to maul her to death. A short time later she had found her very first pet.

And as I'm typing this, I've come up with a short little background. She was born to a family of warriors, and was expected to follow in her elder brother's footsteps. Failing that, and having shown a slight tendency towards magic, she was to become a priest. However, it turned out that she worked best when alone. Too many accidents. But no one will really talk about it, unless you get them very, very drunk. Very drunk. For a dwarf. The paladins didn't even let her in the door, and she was too clumsy to be a priest. The family was resigned to having to take care of her, when during a harsh winter she showed excellent marksmanship with a gun, and an affinity for animals.

I'll probably fix this later. Before I really start rping with her. I'm really not certain how dwarfs feel about hunters, and I don't think the hunters themselves are as in tune with nature as say the nelves and the dranei, or the Horde hunters, or at least don't think the same way about it.

Rahena on the other hand is really easy to write for, and suddenly her little backstory is becoming a novel.

Also, I need to practice with emotes and look for some rp addons, because I have never roleplayed in a game such as this. Text based rp ftw.

Hooray for being embarrassed at work!

And all because someone who doesn't even work here anymore had a dream about me getting married to someone else who doesn't work her anymore over a year ago.

And then I made it worse by saying I thought someone was cute. Wow. I had no idea I was in high school again :p

And we all know what that means...random insanity!

( Or maybe just random rambling nonsense )

Hm, that went on far longer than I expected.
Other me: Yeah well, you have a lot of nothing to say.
Me: True, I mean...hey!
Other me: Heheheh
Me: Aren't you supposed to be on my side?
Other me: Nope ^___________^
Me: *sighs* How'm I supposed to get other people to respect me if I don't even respect myself?
Other me: That was very deep and philosophical. I'm impressed.
Me: Really?
Other me: ...no.

M.A. Who is trying to get a song out of her head.

I have this epic scene in my head. I've had it in my head for a very long time now, and it just grows more epic every time I imagine it.

I just wish it weren't so hard to transfer my imagination into words :p

It doesn't help that I have a visual imagination, and most everything (except for dialogue) is played out like a movie in my head, so that when I do try to convert it to the written format, I have to search out descriptions for what I 'see'. Kinda like trying to write a novelization of a movie.

One day though, I will master this, and so I'm going to keep trying to write it down, fail though I may to capture the true essence of my mind.








Having thirty to forty other "epic" ideas running through my mind is no hindrance at all :P

I've discovered that Twitter is perfect for my sporadic one liner updates!

Here's a link to my profile just in case you're interested.



http://twitter.com/MurdocsAngel

I found a new obsession! Well, it's WoW related, but still!

^___^

I've been taking some OK Cupid tests recently, and even though I have an account I'm not signed up for any matchmaking.

It's got me thinking though, about what my ideal guy would be. And when I say ideal, I mean it. I don't necessarily think I'll find someone with all of the qualities I'm looking for, though at least one of them would be nice.

So what am I looking for in the ideal man?

Not much really. Someone who respects me, and who I can respect in return. Someone who won't shout over my opinions as if being the loudest makes his more valid. Someone who can hold an intelligent conversation, but who can still be silly every once in while. Or, failing that at least not mind when I go on my own silly little tangents. He's got to be able to make me laugh, and not sneer at me if I cry. And finally, not mind a little cuddling now and then.

There are other things that are important to me, but these are the things I would really like to see.

And now for M.A. Talking To Herself Again!

Me: Yup.
Me2: No? Really?
Me: I just said yup, didn't I?
Me2: No? Really?
Me: ...is that all you're going to say?
Me2: No? Really?
Me: You're boring. I'm gonna go talk to my other other self.
Me2: No? Really?

At work, we've been doing this "Question of the Day" thing. They're usually from a book with discussion topics. Only, when I actually try to discuss something, everyone gets mad and says "it's just for fun, don't be so serious."

Until a few weeks ago when the question was "If you could destroy one thing, what would that be?"

I decided to be silly and said, "I would destroy LOVE, muahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Guess what? They wanted to get philosophical and discuss it. *pouts*

( Yay rambling )

So, about a month ago, not sure exactly when Oct09 7ish pm I started playing World of Warcraft. And so of course I am now addicted. Wonder how long this one'll last?

Especially now that I've discovered machinima.

M.A. who wonders if she can create a purple-non-object thing with Flash...

I've been going through my archives and adding tags to fics and other things that I've written. I was just hit with the biggest wave of nostalgia.

And I also realized that I'm not as into anything as I was before getting the job I'm at now. It's as if I'm content with my lot in life for once. I'm rather enjoying it, to be honest.

And, that's all I've got to say, apparently.

AU/Crossover. I've got Phoenix Wright on the brain...

So, Hobo!Nick reminds me of someone...

And now I have to write it...

AU: What if Mini!Jack were nine instead of fifteen?

Jack stopped the truck in front of the elementary school and looked over at the kid in the passenger seat. 'Hard to believe he's my clone.' "So, this is what you want? It's really what you want?"

"Y...yeah." The boy looked up at him with wide determined eyes. Blue eyes. Yet another difference. Of course, the whole age thing was pretty big, so eye color wasn't that much of a deal. It was just that...he reminded him of... "I'm already kinda starting to lose some of my memory."

"But you won't forget everything."

"I--I know." The kid scrunched his face up. "It's weird."

"Oh believe me, kid, I know."

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean...two days ago, I woke up and knew who I was. I was you. And now..now I'm not. Sort of...I mean..."

Jack put his hand on the kid's shoulder. "Okay okay, don't hurt yourself. Look. Just...think of yourself as...as...what was that name they gave you?"

"Ph--Phoenix. Phoenix Wright."

Jack stared at the kid. "That is the dumbest name I have ever heard."

"Yeah well, you're the one who told them my name couldn't be traced back to you in any way, shape or form." The kid--now known as Phoenix--crossed his arms and pouted.

"Yeah. But Phoenix? Why not something simple like...Miles. Or Larry."

Phoenix sighed. "Didn't you even look at the forms you sig--oh wait. No, you didn't. You wouldn't. Because I wouldn't. I think."

There was an awkward silence, filled only with tiny 'pings' as the engine of the truck cooled off. Then--

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea--"

"Oh right, what I was trying to say before being rudely interrupted--"

"By yourself!"

"Exactly!"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Look, what I'm trying to say is, you just think of yourself as Phoenix Wright. Okay? Today, you get to figure out what he likes and what he doesn't like...and all the other stuff. And even if you remember things only Jack O'Neil should be able to recall...well, that's just a part of what makes you unique. And everyone's unique. Even the damn Goa'uld."

"Wow. That was...deep."

"Just don't tell Daniel or Carter. They might have heart attacks and then where would I be?"

Phoenix laughed. Then his face grew pensive and he looked Jack directly in the eye. "I guess we'll never see each other again, huh?"

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Jack looked away a moment. Once again, he reminded him of...

"It's okay. I get it. It makes you uncomfortable, what the Asgard did."

"And that's exactly what makes me uncomfortable," Jack said turning back to face the boy, "The fact that you DO understand. It really freaks me out."

He caught the hurt on Phoenix's face and remembered what Janet had told him. "He's reverting to the mental state of a nine year old. A coping tactic I suppose. Now that he knows he's going to live...he's go to live with himself."

"But that's not the reason," Jack found himself saying, "at least, not the only reason," he quickly interjected at the doubt in those serious blue eyes. "Part of it is for your own safety. And, I'm sure I don't have to explain what I mean by that."

Before Phoenix could answer, a bell rang and a crowd of overeager youngsters flooded past the truck, talking and giggling.

"I--I guess it's...time."

"Guess so. Well, Phoenix Wright? You're gonna wow them all right? I mean, not too much, Carter might get suspicious and try to pick my brain."

Phoenix laughed again, before undoing his seatbelt and opening the door. Before he slid out and walked away, he tilted his head and said, "I think we'll meet again sometime. Maybe play a few hands of poker?" And then he was gone, lost among the sea of grade-schoolers."

Jack shook his and started off for home, where he intended to drink beer and watch that Simpson's marathon.

9999

Twenty-four years later.

The club was freezing cold. He scowled over at Daniel who shrugged helplessly back.

"I'm an old man now, you know, my bones can't take this kind of treatment."

"You don't look like an old man, Jack," his younger friend countered with a heavy sigh after running a hand through his greying locks.

"Not my fault the Asgard didn't warn us about that whole side effect to downloading the Anicents' Database. And I'm still old."

"Jack, please..."

"So why are we here anyway," Jack quickly changed the subject as his eyes scanned the room, "it doesn't exactly scream "Archaeological Meet Place" or even "Old Friends Meet over a bowl of Borscht"."

"Actually, that's what the sign out front says Jack."

"What, that this is an Archaeological meeting place?"

"Jack!"

"Daniel!"

"Oh God, please no."

The two of them stopped their argument and looked at each other. "Did you say that?"

Daniel shook his head and Jack looked over in the direction of the piano. A man sat with his back to them, a light blue ski cap covering his head. Since he was the only other person in here besides the cute little waitress, and the voice had been male...

"Something the matter?" Jack asked the pianist, "Forget where 'middle c' was or something?"

The man turned to face them, and Daniel groaned. "Oh no."

Jack just stared. He had a bad feeling about this. "You?"

"Yep. It's me. Your...uh..." his eyes darted to the doorway and then back, "son?"

Jack snorted. "Right. And I'm the Easter bunny. Which makes Daniel Santa Clause."

"Hey!"

"Really? You two don't look like Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny," a cheerful voice chirrped from behind them. "Are you really Daddy's Daddy?"

"Something like that," Jack said as Daniel started choking. He smiled at the teenaged girl in the magicians outfit. "And you are?"

"Trucy. I guess that means your my Grandpa." She grinned widely and practically bounced in place.

The man on the piano stool seemed to be having trouble breathing as much as Daniel, only for a different reason. Jack scowled at him. "Find something amusing...son?"

"Nope. Not a thing. Dad." The same wide grin that his daughter was wearing was plastered on his face. It grew wider. "So, up for a hand of poker?

The End

Going out of town for a vacation! Yay!

Also, I have recently become obsessed with Phoenix/Franziska. And I've only played the second game.

I NEED MORE WRIGHT!

That is all.

Well, it took me a bit to figure out how to make an animated gif using Photoshop CS3, but I finally figured it out. Now, I can't seem to stop...especially since I have a Pokemon movie on my hard drive for making my nephew some music videos. Plus, I also have Illustrator, so I can make some cute little drawings like the teddy bear icon I'm using for this post.

I should be writing, and technically, I'm writing right now, but it doesn't really count.

I came up with a couple of worlds the other day, just by drawing a map. Okay, they didn't start out as maps at first, just some lines and dots and little upside down v's that my subconscious turned into maps. Now, I just need to figure out the history of those two worlds and pick a point I want to write a story in, even if they're just short stories.

Only, I'm having entirely too much fun playing with Photoshop...

I'm moving again, today actually, and I'm still not finished cleaning up. The packing's pretty much done though; I've just got my computer and this ginormous box of books to go.

Still in the good 'ol LV, just around the corner pretty much. A friend from work and his wife invited me and I said yes, because it would be a lot cheaper than an apartment, and I'd have a room all my own (not just some little alcove out of the way). Plus, it's not an old beat up trailer that's seen better days. And, I get a ride to and from work everyday.

And, somehow, I've become obsessed with Pokemon again. I honestly have no idea how that happened. One minute, I was playing Tales of Symphonia, writing a few fanfictions and BAM! I got this weird idea for a crossover and I was lost. Damnit. Oh well, it'll end soon enough. Probably when I've beaten Pearl and chained a few shinies from that one (I've already beaten Diamond).

I refuse to write any fanfiction for it. REFUSE! (I might not stay strong...no...I will stay strong).

Maybe I'll try for once a month?

I've been writing fanfiction again, though it's Tales of Symphonia. Also, I somehow got the drawing/creative but tonight and for the last four hours have drawn a picture, taken a digital photo, uploaded it to my computer and turned it into the icon I now have set as my default. Phew.

It's baby Lloyd...holding on to his father's hand...

I have another bit of the picture for a banner I was planning, but tonight this is what I was able to come up with.

Okay, off to start yet another fanfiction I have no intentions of ever finishing...