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9月16日 I'm <a href="http://im.live.com/?source=WLM120x240"><img src="http://global.msads.net/ads/pronws/WLM2.120x240.gif"><img src="http://microsoftwlmessengermkt.112.2o7.net/b/ss/mswlmmktdreamcom/1/H.9--NS/1?ns=microsoftwlmessengermkt&pageName=Module&c3=Module%20WLM120x240" width="0" height="0" border="0"/></a> 6月23日 from the Seatac AirportHi. THIS IS FROM MY MOM'S CELL PHONE, SO DO NOT EXPECT MUCH OF AN ENTRY. WE ARE WAITING TO BOARD THE PLANE TO ATLANTA. 6月17日 "Showbiz Voledads"[Annasophia Marks, enormously popular host of "Showbiz Voledads", walks onto the set to the roaring applause of two hundred people (audience). Smiles, waves.]
MARKS: Great to see you all--another day of SHOWBIZ VOLEDADS! [shouts.] Today we're talking about the controversial Pauline Hemis sentence. Hemis, heiress and socialite, was recently arrested for drunken horse-racing in an Elvernian square. We're having Elvern's top sheriff teach us here at SHOWBIZ VOLEDADS a little bit about those archaic Elvern laws. That's when we come back.
[Commericials for two minutes.]
[SHOWBIZ VOLEDADS theme music comes on.]
MARKS: And we're back with more of SHOWBIZ VOLEDADS! Pauline Hemis is a well-known figure in celeb social circles. Recently arrested for drunk horse-racing, Hemis was arrested by Elvern police. We're having Elvern sheriff Peter Brooks on the show.
[Brooks walks in to some far-flung cheers and some polite clapping.]
MARKS: Great to see you, Peter. Here at Showbiz Voledads, our workers sometimes get a little rowdy. [Marks giggles.] Anyways, we'd like to learn some of the Elvern laws, so when we go to Elvern on our "Living Showbiz" tour--that's September 21st, 22nd, 23rd, and 24th--be sure to be there at the Lydenmauer Hall. [Marks giggles again.]
BROOKS: I'm glad to be here. While Elvern's laws have been termed 'archaic' and 'useless', our city codes are supported by rich tradition and reason. We expect high standards of behavior from both our city's inhabitants and visitors; we are attempting to make Voledads a commercially attractive place for tourism, and elevate Voledads' position in other countries' eyes, on the international scale. Our codes include such rules as no operation of machines under sedatives such as laudanum, morphine, or opium, as well as beverages such as beer, ale, grog, cognac, champagne, whisk--
MARKS: Thanks, that's enough. So why exactly is drunken horse-racing illegal?
BROOKS: Elvern's codes both prohibit "drunken acceleration upon vehicle or beast" and horse-racing in the city square. First of all, drunken acceleration means that those under the influence are often unable to see where they're going or care where they're going. It's a danger to themselves as well--they could fall off, crash, and numerous other accidents could happen. Horse-racing was prohibited in 1918, when a horse-race in the city shopping center caused seventy minor injuries, twenty-two major injuries, including concussions, and three fatalities. Horse-racers are often reckless, and as horse-racing is not a sport defined as an "official activity or project for which the government may clear pathways of vehicle and pedestrian movement", they're also not able to clear people from the streeet.
MARKS: Why doesn't the government introduce a change in the bill to allow for clearing of the streets? It seems like this would make for both better deals for the horse-racers and pedestrians and drivers.
BROOKS: We've considered this, but clearing of the streets requires a federal statement from the oligarchy allowing for such. We submitted two re-forms of the bill, but it's still on what we call the "oligarchy's waiting list" in a lower position. Compared to such important issues as foreign aid, illegal immigration, and global warming, do you really want a majority of the oligarchy's time spent on the horse-racing debate? The Petty Council, which processes bill re-form requests, has also pointed out to us horse-racing is often unethical for animal safety reasons. Horses are transported in dark, cramped trucks, often neglected, and whipped harshly. We've sent in patrols to prevent horse-racing in other areas, and we've also enforced a national law making for better animal rights.
MARKS: Great to have you on the show. Thanks for coming, everybody! This is SHOWBIZ VOLEDADS!
6月16日 Voledads' Nightly Newsflash(Voledads is the imaginary country I created in school.)
[Set opens in VWTV (Voledads World Television) Studio. Bryant Ethers, the imperious anchor of "Nightly Newsflash" and co-host on "Meet the Media", walks in.]
Shuffles papers.
ETHERS: Welcome to VWTV Nightly Newsflash. Last week, we brought in some IRS, or Interal Reserach System, personnel, to speak with them about the developing story with computer crashes at Aeronautic and Space International Administration. The largest operating organization in space travel, ASIA was devastated by the computer crashes. Today we're speaking with Hester Crola, a representative and spokeswoman for the company that sells the operating system ASIA computers were working with, Ceiling XP. Welcome, Hester.
CROLA: Thank you, Bryant. We've done thorough tests of our operating system, Ceiling XP, which packages fine-tuned surveillance systems, high-speed operations, and automatic save programs embedded in all areas. We've also brought in some skilled technicians from such renowned companies like Gazillion.
ETHERS: For those of you who don't surf the internet on a regular basis, Gazillion is a highly popular search engine also sporting Gazillion Videos, Frazillion (a shopping area), and GBlogger. Anyways, back to the story. When will the investigations end?
CROLA: We don't want to set timetables, but we want a clear path for clear operations and we wish best of luck to ASIA.
ETHERS: Thanks, Hester. Hester Crola, representative and spokeswoman for Megasoft, creator of Ceiling XP.
CROLA: Thanks, Braynt. Good night.
ETHERS: An air of mystery still hangs over the ASIA computer breakdowns, and ASIA administrators are citing possible physical flaws in computers, the physical bodies of which are mainly manufactured by Natel. In a written statement, Natel "assures ASIA all computers are inspected and made for top standards," and "denies purposeful involvement in breakdowns." For more info on the ASIA breakdowns, go to our site at nightlynewsflash.net.vo. For our next story--how would you feel if a stranger replied to a Philippalist advert for a violin, saying that he'd like the violin-and he'll pay nine hundred grand? That--when we come back.
[Viole soap commercial.]
[Voledads provincial statement warning parents about new booster seat laws.]
[Tod-toys commercial.]
[Middle-school math commerical.]
[Rac sports shirts commercial.]
Theme music for Nightly Newflash comes back on.
Ethers shuffles papers.
ETHERS: Phillippalist, an increasingly popular website sporting lists of attic amusements, the occasional piece of furniture, the bed coverlet, vintage wine, even violins. From varieties like confectioner's darling "Honey-string Caramel" to the more serious Tiolan "Treiss" brand, one violin is special. We're talking with correspondent Ezekiel Baker to get the story on one big-bucks violin.
BAKER: It was a plain Elvernian day--the six-thirty shipments, the seven 'o clock, the newspapers delivered at ten o' clock sharp. Lisa Meyers, a single mother, is living out another day in the Elvernian apartment complex "Otto's Ivy." A working-class neighborhood, Otto's Ivy is plain; the concrete building is whitewashed. Balconies are luxurious, and the only adornment in the parking way is a fastidiously polished hybrid. Even this, Meyers says, doesn't belong to one the "apartners." It's the developer's car. Other than some pieces of furniture from dumps, garage sales, and bumped shipments, Room Number 55, Meyers' apartment number, is empty. Meyers works from her apartment; she can't afford daycare for her two kids. Meyers sells random items on Phillipalist, translates for international translating company Linguistics Line, does nights working at next-door factory Wells', and keeps track of money. One day while looking through a box left in the kitchen, Meyers finds an old violin. "I mean, I didn't think it was anything special," Meyers reflects. "It was a kind of dusty brown color, and there was no shoulder rest. It said "Citae" on the back." As it turns out, "Citae" is a now out-of-production violin, first produced in the seventeen hundreds. Meyers' violin was extremely rare--produced in the nineteen twenties, historian Robert Michel says it's amazing it stayed in such a good condition. Citae violins are renowned for extreme sound quality, and put up at prices up to a million dollars by collectors. Meyers is not a musician, so she put the violin up for sale on Phillippalist. "I didn't really think it would really bring in much money. I thought it was a fairly nice violin, and I polished it." The next day Meyers recieved a call from instruments collector Andre Vermont. "He said he'd pay nine hundred grand for it. I was amazed." Meyers immediately closed the deal. The nine hundred grand, put together with other savings, has allowed her to move out of the working-class neighborhood. "I'm really grateful to the violin," she says.
ETHERS: Thank you, Ezekiel. That's tonight's Nightly Newsflash. Thanks for listening. I'm Bryant Ethers. See you next week. My Sister's Spring RecitalIt is rare my blogging category is music. My sister's spring recital, I believe, deserves at least a blog entry. The recital was held at Hammond Ashley's (a prestigious instruments store) new facilities in Issaquah, which, to Adrianna, was a interesting place. To me, it was a long drive. A sweaty drive. And a not-much-looked-forward to drive. I must admit, with sisterly candor, that I did not enjoy hopping into our oven of a car with my hands loaded with Chinese class memorabilia. If heads were bread, we'd all be a-baking. My hands loaded with stuff, my mouth loaded with complaints, we puffed off onto the highway. I promptly fell asleep in the car, at which my sister began upbraiding me for sitting upon a memo-book earned in Chinese class. When we finally arrived at Hammond Ashley's, we clambered up the stairs and found ourselves in an almost spacious room, with gray carpet at the floor and gray blinds at the windows. I was not about to concede defeat in my complaining, however, and at once introduced what I prefer to call a "faux yawn." Some of the music was, I must admit, quite beautiful. The recital lasted perhaps an hour or more. In any case, there's your summary. 6月15日 Two Imaginary Images of TravelShe was joyful, the girl. Irene was twelve; her thoughts bordered on boys. Travel, however, bore its own aura of newness. She clung to a suitcase, fastidiously polished, colored a rich burgundy, and passed through security like a wisp of air past our ears. The guards did not pay much attention to her. She was twelve years old, bashful, and freckled, after all. Irene flipped her suitcase off the conveyor belt so deftly the journalist behind her muttered she was a "born one". She stared out the window on the plane, and gradually fell asleep as the plane worked its way into the clouds.
Heptavia wore a sour expression upon her face. Her nose, seemingly ironed against her face, became uncommonly red in airports. Heptavia cited the "hexed air." Her satchel traveled through the security with an alarming fall-off tendency; twice the security guards cited "improper scanning" and forced her to go again to the end of the line. Heptavia did not particularly treasure her gray-green satchel, splotched with coffee, with one dog-chewed handle and the other made unholdable by a peculiarly tenacious sausage. Heptavia fell into a trance directly after takeoff--going into the air, she said, brought visions. School AssignmentIn this school assignment, we're writing sentences with tons of adjectives.
The sunburned, freckled female went through the brambly, uncomfortable bush, and found herself in the large and frightening yard of a massive, decadent building. The strange, unfamiliar building was surrounded by nine thin, green trees. A dirty, rutted path wound through one of the large, looming trees. The frightened, unsure female had a grim, startling feeling that the nine dark, drooping trees were omens of disaster. School AssignmentIn this school assignment, we're writing sentences with tons of adjectives.
The sunburned, freckled female went through the brambly, uncomfortable bush, and found herself in the large and frightening yard of a massive, decadent building. The strange, unfamiliar building was surrounded by nine thin, green trees. A dirty, rutted path wound through one of the large, looming tress. The frightened, unsure female had a grim, startling feeling that the nine dark, drooping trees were omens of disaster. 6月14日 Naptime (alas!)Naptime is an unnecessary event. Naps contribute to lifelong dependence upon long sleep; naps contribute to Severe Boredom Disorder. Naps are humiliating to many children; naps are major reasons many people rebel against parents earlier than teenage years.
Naps contribute to lifelong dependence upon long sleep. In today's modern world, many of us find ourselves navigating the labyrinth of life with excruciatingly few hours of sleep. While it's always great to catch the occasional siesta, naps further your incapability to do things like run machines, go to work, and communicate, by addicting you to sleep and forcing a number of rigid rules concerning sleep, into your life, making it virtually impossible for you to do things that may lead to better status at work and home. I find myself weak and tired, often too weary to write, without a nap. Had I not been hooked early to naps, I would be able to perform duties without drowsiness dragging at my eyelids.
Naps have also been proven to contribute to Severe Boredom Disorder, or SBD*. SBD affects most often five to thirty-five year olds. SBD slows the flow of blood to the brain while one is in napping position. This disorder leads to temporary Attention Deficiency Disorder for periods up to one hour or less.
Naps are humiliating to many children who interact with other kids outside of the napping-kids circle. They're forced to postpone playdates because of naps, and when asked the ever-present question "why?", they're forced to admit the embarassing secret to the sneers of other kids.
Naps are major reasons many people rebel against parents earlier than teenage years. Many parents are concerned about revolting teenagers. Naps set kids against parental units; many kids resent naptime being forced upon them, and begin resenting smaller things in everyday life before considered tolerable. My older sister, Adrianna, strongly dislikes naps, and has had many heated discussions with our unyielding mom about discontinuing them. Parents usually consider naps necessary and beneficial to health. What many parents don't know is that naps are potential roadblocks in the path to better kid/parent understanding.
*SBD: The Surgeon General requests that you do not take SBD too seriously. Firstly being it is a figment of my imagination, and my imagination alone. Secondly, who's going to become Surgeon General is still--to my understanding, in any case--up in the air. AtlantaHey Everyone, just to let you know my mom and I will be heading on a trip to Atlanta soon for an Education and Technology Conference. (NECC). I'll try to keep you posted. Bye! Getting ChickensSvitak Newsflash: We'll be recieving eight chickens to take care of as pets. My sister, Adrianna, who will have the prime responsibility of caring for them, has deigned to allow me to name one of the chickens. I have decided I will name the chicken "Octavia". They are to bear the last name Svitak. I can already imagine our creaky suburb house being turned into a barn. Here are my looks into the future:
It was, to the viewer, not a respectable house; the garage's window was cracked and bedecked in the excrement of birds; the car shared the latter trait. The front door was fine enough, but of a plain white color with a great brass doorknob which looked to intimidate the visitor; the blue, concrete entrance path looked as though a sweeping was greatly needed.
The windows looked onto rooms ravaged by posters, and the whims of nine-and-eleven-year-olds. The backyard appeared the most decrepit; alas! to see such waste of land, woodchips scattered over a place where a garden might have grown, a rotted stump-hovel in place of majestic tree-villa, and a shed haunted by ghost cats and spiderwebs and the pieces of plywood left from the other generation.
There were eight spots of light in this backyard, though dull it seemed; one of these specks of light appeared to strut with majesty, as would fit a demigod; another bent its head, and foraged for treasures among the woodchips like an impoverished ragpicker; four more walked briskly, together, companions in their principality, of the middle-class; and two others, vivacious, flapped down the slide.
These "specks of lights" are the chickens, and, while these looks have only a grain of truth,
I shall now make this time to say farewell with a flourish of my tricorn (if only!),
GOOD-BYE. Book Expo ReportBetter than Disneyland
Highlights of the Book Expo 2007
Taxis swarm about the Jacob K. Javits Center in New York City. Shuttle buses are lined up in an orderly—though impatient—fashion outside the revolving doors. A continuum of bags forms a blur as people flood out from shuttle bus after shuttle bus. Is it a fashion show? Donald Trump dropped in? Radioactivity has made every single other location in New York City dangerous?
All wrong.
This is the 2007 Book Expo NYC.
Preparations for the Book Expo are evident to the day-before audience. Vehicles wielding menacing forklifts stroll about the booth grounds; carpets are unrolled amid shouts. It’s a sight children aren’t allowed to see for security reasons, among them the heavy equipment and kids’ notorious reputations for getting underfoot. Deborah Pratt, author of futuristic science fiction book The Vision Quest, describes the Book Expo as “Exhilarating and exciting.” New York’s Book Expo attracts rights professionals, publishers, librarians, booksellers, authors, and exhibitors, providing an extraordinary medium, to many, for book launches and book buying. “It was a great opportunity to share my book,” Pratt adds. Peter Brown, an acting student who assisted in the booth, says, “I enjoyed [the Book Expo] very much. I enjoyed being exposed to the personalities in the publishing business.” “I think it’s better than Disneyland,” ten-year-old Jonathan Campbell says. “With my mom, it’s my fifth [time at the Book Expo].” Meeting authors such as Shannon Hale (Princess Academy), Suzanne Collins (the Gregor the Overlander series), and E.L. Konigsburg (The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler), is certainly thrilling for the younger generation. Numerous publishers set up booths at the Book Expo. Scholastic, publisher of the popular books Harry Potter and The Land of Elyon (series), gives away free Harry Potter-themed bags, attracting long lines of people. American Girls, publisher of the American Girls series, celebrates the release of their new 1970s character, Julie Albright. “[There is] a lot of excitement over Julie Albright, and her friend Ivy Ling,” an American Girls salesperson says, handing out red American Girl bags. Publishers like the Book Expo, not just because of the publicity opportunities. “I love hanging around with other people who love books,” says Michael Metzler of Action Publishing. Action Publishing displays children’s books The Family of Ree (series), a guide to the Constitution, and several other publications. Many people enjoy the Book Expo. “[The Book Expo] touches me so much it brings tears to my eyes,” says Randy Peycer of Author One Stop, a company which assists authors find publishers and navigate the publishing world. The Book Expo is, in many perspectives, an extraordinary mélange of freebies, chat, and the latest in educational materials. To some, however, this mélange is a maelstrom. The Jacob K. Javits Center is enormous, with a labyrinth of passageways intertwined below the main floor plus numerous escalators and elevators. The confusion is increased when one takes a look at the number of people packed into the Javits Center, but to Randy Peycer—and many other people—the Book Expo is a playground, a playground of the literary world.
DayMy day has been relatively boring. So far, most of what I have done is comprised of dressing, eating, yammering away to my mom, and for the thousandth time wishing my computer was not a rebellious and unreliable machine. This, I assure you, my computer is; its silver and sticker-bedecked cover gives me no joy to open, for I am immediately confronted by a computer ravaged by a red Sharpie marker; the no longer shining, and certainly well-worn "power" button is no joy to press, for at this point I am confronted by a Welcome screen that hardly responds to my vigorous tappings, snappings, and yappings. After this, my computer proceeds to open up an unnecessary amount of programs when all I want open is my beloved Word. Have we, unearthly creatures of mankind, not brought down upon ourselves more troubles, and worries, in our inventions? The cell phone has made in virtually impossible to conduct business, talk to a friend, or even go for a hike in the woods without the treasured phone-case at our hip, in the place of the Arthurian sword. The cell phone has brought us low, friends and countrymen; we now do not deign to walk two blocks to see a friend face-to-face, but talk upon our cell phones. Compare this to the days of old, when a child would walk twelve miles to the store; no doubt we have brought obesity upon the civilization as well, with the invention of those puffing and huffing great metal boxes called Automobiles. And now, due to the sudden power outage, I say we have made ourselves dependent on electricity.
5月8日 The Room As Exaggerated By An ObserverThe walls were bright pink, blinding pink; they made her eyes sting with their awful hot-pink fire. Her eyes had turned pink staring at them, and she was unable to move. She stood frozen, just looking at that tormenting mass of flashy pinkness. The rest of the crowd looked at the table disapprovingly, condescendingly, as if it were the teacher's fault the surface was dirty and battered by decades of misuse, and hell was scratched in messy lettering on its rotting wood.
The other table was smooth and bright, flawless and perfect among its dirt-stained companions. New and shiny, it was the preferred study table among the students and polished daily by grumbling janitors. Its sides were cluttered with loose papers, binders, magazines, and much of the rest of the student's possessions. It was looked on approvingly by the crowd.
As for the maps hung on the walls, some were torn, others in perfect condition, while yet others were falling off. They displayed the States and foreign countries, and they were not used much by the students.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A PoemA time ago, before you were born
Ladies had hair of gold
A time ago, before you were born
Suitors were quite bold;
A time ago, before you were born
It would be mad to fart
A time ago, before you were born
Men easily won women's hearts;
Yet a time ago, before you were born
There was a lady who hated men
A time ago, before you were born
That lady wandered the fen;
She armed herself with sword, shield and bow
Hung a quiver of arrows at her neck
Slashed at men who dared come near
Shouting "Go away" and "Heck!"
Braver was she than her father's warrior
Firecer was she than Cerberus* of hell
And inspired more fear in the minds of men
Than any could really tell;
But she was not as invincible as people thought
And one day Lord Death came to her
She remained fighting his fumes to the very end
Finally said "Oh fine, sir"
And so she was cast into the underworld
With sword in hand she was flung Into the Depths of Darkness
And of her valiance many sung;
So now her eerie shouts haunt the Dark Realm
And her sword cuts the Underworld air
Her arrows fly by and she lets out a cry
As the wind whips her hair.
5月5日 A Blog RecommendationFriday, May 05, 2006A Blog RecommendationFor those of you who are not so inclined to use vulgar language, perhaps you should stay away from this site; while we occasionally use bad words if the need comes up, we do not promote its use outside of private buildings such as the Academy of Sinister Death (a.k.a. Seeds of Learning Blog). We focus on subjects such as politics we disagree with, tragical tales of our teacher (Beastie)'s victims, and many other interesting things that cannot be described in here. The address is seedsoflearning.blogspot.com . You will find one of my articles under the name of "Pumpkinglasses". 4月20日 A Lecture on the Cockrooser Building As Told to the Alien Zwowogogogogogogosdjkfsda;lfkjpoefja;ldskfjpsdofiodpoopoopoosaasasaasassaMr. Ambassador Alien Z something,
It is in my best interest to tell you about the "castle" (a large building which usually has the properties of a fortress and is meant to house a lord, king, or person of importance/wealth/power as well as protect land) Cockrooser, a relatively small but finely decorated place, passed down through many important generations to the much respected King. It is at the moment undergoing a few difficulties about interior and exterior design, but it is a good building and is at a favorable location.
Cockrooser is where you will be staying overnight on your tour of the country to observe dark greenish toads, so I would appreciate it if you would kindly listen to the official description, as told by myself.
Cockrooser Castle could be called a formidable fortress, although it is perhaps more like a somewhat dilapidated building, with the general rooms for a castle: lodging for guests and the king and his family, as well as an oubliette in which the criminals of the country reside. Although it has fallen through years of neglect and misuse through the years, it has finally fallen into good hands and will hopefully be rebuilt/remodeled.
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Cockrooser CastleIn all my life I have never seen such splendor! Grand dark wood walls rising up from the ground, and windows! Glass windows, not merely thatch or paper pulled over gaps in a cottage! And rooms filled with chairs with cushions, and paintings, great paintings poor people like us would never think of buying! They call it Cockrooser--what an exotic name, and what exotic smells!
They have enough space to have a kitchen seperate from a recieving hall, and all rooms seperate from each other! It is a marvel! In all my life our cottages have been dark and dusty, filled with our filth and the stink of pigs and manure. But this castle--Cockrooser--oh, it is clean and divine beyond words! A heavenly experience I have been granted indeed!
The Castle of CockrooserThe castle of Cockrooser was just barely a castle. Rotting, damp wood made up most of the wall and a stretched, weather-worn bunch of blue fur was the only thing purchased for a roof. A few rooms, a kitchen, and a hall in which to recieve important visitors were just able to fit in.
Everything had a smell of mildew and mold about it, as well as the badly perfumed Moroccan carpets which my father was obsessed with. A few horrible oil paintings, cracked and thick things depicting princes and princesses kissing in front of fantasy castles, hung from the walls, but most of them were piled up in the oubliette.
The walls, wood, as I told you before, felt wet and mushy, and I hated the very feel of them. They had been built decades before and were supposed to "strike fear in the hearts of invading barbarians" but it was more of a topic for joking.
Cockrooser stood alone on a forbidding hill with an artificial "moat" surrounding it, which was more of a trickle of water which ran down the hill. Any invading knight would be able to avoid it, and it was the subject of much discussion in the castle.
Royal families always act disdainful when they move into a new palace and point out very condescendingly the slightest flaws to anyone who will listen, but my family at least had a reason to hate Cockrooser. It had been passed from generation to generation, without, unfortunately, any desired money inside, and we hated it. I hope we get to remodel it soon. 4月14日 Talk Show ThingThe layout for the most important mysteriously unamed talk show goes as follows:
Anyways, I hope some of it does.
Distinguished, dignified...etc, etc, etc,
Adora A Fancy Layout For A Kid's Talk Show Laid Out By the Most Distinguished, Dignified, Eight-Year-Old Writer, Tragical Poet, Bookworm, Bookslug, Bookcaterpillar, Book etc. Adora SvitakThe layout for the most important mysteriously unamed talk show goes as follows:
Anyways, I hope some of it does.
Distinguished, dignified...etc, etc, etc, Adora An Interesting InterviewJoyce Svitak is only five feet or so, but her unique personality obviously towers over the people she speaks to. She is an immigrant from China, born on December 29 1964, and came to the U.S. when she was twenty-three and spoke only a little English. In her words, life for a child in Communist China was “not so comfortable”. She remembers being hungry and not having enough to eat. She did not have very many sets of clothes to choose from or any books to read, but life was simple because she did not have to face so many choices. Her school life was very different from here—she remembers lots of cleaning tasks, such as cleaning desks, sweeping the floor, and washing the windows. They could not talk while the teachers were lecturing and were ordered to put their hands behind their backs so they would not touch anything and get distracted. There was a lack of textbooks and those available were quite boring. However, like modern-day American kids in school, she had to follow the most popular student in school or risk having rumors spread about her and falling out of the chair of second-in-command. She faced challenges in China—most boys ignored her because she was not a “classic” beauty, and to add to her troubles she was not doing well in junior high school and high school math in science, though she was excelling in language arts. When she came to the U.S. at twenty-three, she was unable to find friends and felt insecure and doubtful of herself. However, now Joyce Svitak is a successful businesswoman, head of the prestigious Seeds of Learning school, an interpreter for the largest telephone interpretation company in the world, Language Line, a publicist for the eight-year-old writer Adora Svitak, and a loving mother of two children.
4月13日 A List of Questions For Shy People (And Those Who Wish To Subject Themselves To Uneccessary Interrogation)
An Interview With The Infamous Beastie CHOICE QUESTIONS
Creaky and sinister naturally, though I also have a fondness for the trapdoors of oubliettes.
Certainly not the poodle; my fixation with them is figurative and does not extend to the physical plane. I would have to say the massive bear, as they tend to be less hyperactive than trolls and more aestheticly pleasing than bulldogs.
This is not a yes or no question, my dear. I would say that I tend towards outbursts followed by forgiveness. Though sometimes I skip the outburst and pretend not to mind while secretly grousing to myself.
Well, I always had a fondness for random acts of violence and senseless brutality....
YESORNO QUESTIONS
No.
Yes.
Facial cream. I'm not a masochist.
OPEN-ENDED QUESTIONS
Murderous thoughts.
Impudent children, because they lack decorum. People who try to hard to identify with one style or sub-culture, or people who allow one school of thought or movement to dictate every aspect of their lifestyle. It lacks imagination. Basically, to clarify, conformists in the disguise of non-conformists. I'm annoyed that people in this country are so obsessed with making money and material posessions and are quick judge other people based on such things. Hmm...I sound like a hippie. But seriously, this annoys me because if I had my druthers I'd be wearing a mumu and eating out of a can.
This list could get rather long....I'm annoyed by overly perky people. I find them tiring.
I'm annoyed by flourecent lighting.
I'm annoyed by vegans.
I'm annoyed by people who are too snooty, for obvious reasons.
I might be inclined to think that they are insipid.
Brainpop.comMy first 'Computers And Internet' blog! Cheers! Applaud! Fall over your feet accidentally and break your mother's china platter! No just kidding, that wouldn't get too good of a reaction from your mother...
Well anyways, if I go on like that, the subject won't be Computers and Internet-- Endless Boring Self-Important Ranting, more like. That category doesn't exist though, and I don't want the trouble of making it a category, so I'll just cut the pie to the point.
Basically this is a review of the wonderful, miraculous, greatly delightful and altogether astonishing website brainpop.com . I find brainpop.com a great tool when learning about subjects which I have no or little knowledge of and I believe that it will be a help to you too, if you happen to be a child or you'd like to know about probability, Charles Darwin, computer history, how to write a business letter, teeth, or global warming. There's a lot more beside that, so you can see for yourself.
Brainpop.com offers animations which cover various topics of learning, narrarated by the comedic Tim and Moby, combining funny scenes and details about the subject in one fun and educational movie.
Does this sound boring? I can cut it down to one thing: TRY BRAINPOP.COM NOW!!! p.s. if you want to learn about probability, Charles Darwin, computer history, how to write a business letter, teeth, global warming, and everything else.
Adora
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Adora's ObservationsBy Adora Svitak I am obligated to you, bosom friends, kindred spirits, friends, and countrymen, for visiting my humble windmill of thoughts, my obscure blend of the frivolous delights of the mind, for enduring my stark and hopeless accounts of today's crooked politicians, for listening to my rants and my riddles, for daring to go beyond the spiked gate of my pessimism. Your obedient servant, Adora Svitak, Demoiselle
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