Down the rabbit hole

Go ahead, get into the Rabbit Hole (I. e. "the shuttle"). You keep falling, and falling, and falling... it will be a long trip for sure, so you might as well watch a movie or play Angry Birds [or Candy Crush]. Down you go, down you go....until you finally fall into an open space, dimly lit and with a "black" sky! Wonderland? No, it's the Second Layer!

Jura'o que no vuelvo a dejar este blog abandona'o

Ahora que por fin tengo un smartphone, puedo postear otra vez y al momento, en vez de escribir y esperar a llegar a casa pa' poder postearlo. Voy a poder hacer descargas y confesiones con mas facilidad y en mas de 140 caracteres.

See you around!

Being a human: I'm hating it

(belated post for Anti-earthlings Day)

It's no secret that earthlings are practically my biggest enemies after Nightmare. Yet the majority of the people in my planet, myself included, are of the same species as them: humans. A different and more powerful and far more decent variety, but humans nonetheless, still furless apes. Apart from the obvious problems that could arise from this (earthlings predating in my planet's activities, for example), I've lately been feeling too ashamed to be the same species as the race I loathe as a whole (with the exceptions of a few members of it, of course). I still sometimes love it, but this is earth, and earthlings' deeds are making me hate being a human, and it keeps escalating; not even having 7 husbands and several human crushes spare me from feeling that way. It'll take only a really good speech by my beloved B., my non-human husband, to convince me to love being a human and not want to turn into a cat. Anything less than that won't change my mind.

Even if I was another kind of ape, I'd feel the same shame as this orangutan, for having such shitty "cousins".

Why colonising Kepler-22b is a bad idea?

(Yes, I haven't posted in a while, and I just had to get this off my chest, after saying it aloud so many times).

A few days ago, they discovered a planet that's supposedly in the "inhabitable zone" of the Kepler-22 system. Scientists started to say that it has the conditions for life (as they know it) to exist. As obvious of earthlings, they started to say that they could colonise the planet Keppler-22b in the future.

Oh, wait, have they considered that it might not be such a good idea? let's see why I'm against it.

1. First, look at this picture and compare the sizes of these planets:

As you can see, planet Kepler-22b is more than twice as big as earth, which means that it has more mass and therefore, gravitation is more brutal. Sorry, earthlings, but the same way the Selenites from The First Men in the Moon would be too fragile for earth's gravity, you'd be too fragile for that planet's. Heck, even I, in my alien form, couldn't resist it! I'd have to eat a lot, and very often, just to keep defying it to some tolerable degree.

2. Colonising a new planet? Seriously? You earthlings turned this planet in a hellhole, multiplying like Guinea pigs and trashing everything, and now want to go and do the same to other parts of the Universe? Pfft! the definition of cancer suits your race very well. You should stay confined to this planet, and shouldn't even own it anymore.

So yes, the idea of earthlings colonising that planet is a very bad idea.

If I ever turn into a scaly

Since I've had a page in Fur Affinity, I've seen transformation (TF) art, about humans or anthro being transforming into another species, anthro or otherwise. So for some time I've pondered how things would be if I transform into a scaly (more specifically a dinosaur), and I've been weighing the pros and cons of becoming a scaly girl.

Pros:

• It's a given I'll rarely look like shit, even when getting off the bed.
• I won't have to do my hair, thus saving time and money.
• I'll have sharp teeth and claws, which would be more useful than the ones I currently have as a human, especially as weapons.
• I'll have an awesome tail that could very much come in handy in certain situations.

Cons:

• Depending on my scales' colour(s), some of the colours I currently wear would clash or make me look 'muddy'.
• Same for the many make-up colours I love to wear in this pale human skin.
• Speaking of make-up, I won't be able to apply certain presentations, like cream or pencils.
• Of course I'm married to a scaly, but what about my other 7 husbands, who are human? It'd be weird for them if I'm a scaly. Not to mention all the other human guys I have crushes on.
• Also, what about the people in my planet, who are mostly human? Their Queen, a scaly? They'd accept me, but it'd be a tad hard for them.

So let's stay an alien human who's married to a handsome scaly guy ^_^

P.S.: I was about to post about the Apocalyptica concert, but this came up instead. I owe you.

Deseos pa' pedirle a Nova

 

1. To be well-off by the time I turn 30.
2. Que desaparezcan los hijueputas que sólo existen para hacer daño.
3. Que me aleje toda la gente manipuladora y cabrona de mi alrededor.
4. Que la madre que tengo en la tierra deje de querer joderme y manipularme.
5. Que se castigue a la gente cabrona más rápido, antes de que sigan haciendo daño.
6. Un Malibu azul de 2011 o un Honda 2011 azul cielo, con GPS y buen equipo de sonido.
7. Que Hugo Chávez pierda las elecciones en Venezuela.
8. Que alguien se lo mame a Fortuño pa' que lo saquen como quisieron sacar a Clinton.
9. Que mis gatos duren mínimo hasta los 20 años de edad.
10. Que mis productos de belleza se vendan en un futuro y me dejen muchos chavos.
11. El nuevo CD de Apocalyptica, 7th Symphony.
12. Mi propio avión.
13. Que los conductores en las carreteras del sur de FL dejen de ser tan mamaos y guíen más rápido.
14. Being able to help awkward teens be more confident.
15. Ser como la Terminator de Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.
16. Que Nightmare no me vuelva a joder más nunca la vida arruinándome los sueños.
17. Tener la habilidad de saber qué recorte le va a quién.
18. Que Miss Endless no se olvide de mí y me dé pon a mi planeta de una puta vez.
19. Que el cabrón de M. venga pidiendo cacao.
20. Y el deseo más importante de todos: "I want to control earth".

Voy a tener que reunir las 7 estrellas un cojón de veces, porque Nova concede los deseos uno a la vez.

Mr. Green, tweet me a tweet

Mr. Green, tweet me a tweet. Oh, wait! You don't know what a "tweet" is, or "Twitter", or "Internet". In fact, you don't even know what a computer is; those don't exist yet in your time and the first ones won't exist in another 45 years or so. Yes, it will be around the time all the stuff inside the envelope I left you that's labeled 'Do not open until the 1950s' will be the trend.

Still, I know you have the telegraph (while I never got to see one or even a telegram; I only got to see the unused telegraph lines in Cuba 8 years ago), so that will do for what I call an "old-fashioned tweet". A telegram has obviously 140 characters or less, so you'll do good in that, sending snippets of what really happened in the Titanic, as it happened, and of World War I if you ever participate (I don't intend to scare you, but it's better if you're prepared). Of course, if you have lots more to say, make a regular log or send letters to people you trust; within 100 years those could be on a museum or at least end up in a weblog (better known as a 'blog').

P.S.: You might see me again in 10 years or so. Only that I'll be wearing a shorter dress, my hair will be waved close to my head, and my name won't be Margaret Archer. I might tell you more about the Twitter thing.

Overwhelming love

WARNING: Long post ahead.

I think I'm starting to really come to terms with the fact that I'm married to a non-human I love so much. It has taken me almost 15 years to "completely accept" B. and it has been an uphill battle, though at first I tried to avoid dealing with it directly. I thought I was starting to solve the struggle when dating "That" other scaly, but when it ended, the struggle was still there, intact. From then on, I've tried working on it.

About 2 months ago, I was like "WHY CAN'T I COME TO TERMS WITH IT?!", and the anguish seemed bitter. It dawned on me: I no longer have a problem with lusting for other scalies (I developed some penchant for them over the years), but I still have issues lusting for B., my legitimate scaly for 14 years. I love him a lot, but have felt like I'm committing some kind of horrible sin if I felt the slightest lust for him, and that guilt feeling would make me "hide" behind black eyeshadow or drink to numb it.

It wasn't until last month when, at school, I felt I was finally starting to "completely accept" B. I still have a long way to go, but I found myself lusting for him and, for the first time, I felt less weird in doing so. Realising that feeling was like a "happy drug" for me. Now I'm wanting him more and more, and feeling less and less guilty each time. I long to be in his arms, to feel safe, loved... desired and posessed by my non-human true love, to be hypnotised and bewitched by him, to be his so he himself helps me in overcoming the struggle and guilt feelings. I want him to keep making me feel protected and cared for.

Despite starting to come to terms with lusting for him, the love I feel for him is so strong it does some kind of Force Choke on me, and it makes me either euphoric or anxious. It pulls me to the ocean floor and more often than not, it keeps me there. Only difference is, now it feels like I'm starting to use an oxygen tank, even if it still leaves me literally gasping for air.

Wow, that has been my most intimate confession so far! Now you see why I can't show my true face or name names.

This is the guy who...

• This is the guy who sends missiles and A-bombs my way, sometimes using combat planes.
• This is the guy who plants exploding soccer balls where I am. Keep the exploding Jabulani to yourself, loser!
• This is the guy who gets gang members to shoot at the house I'm in.
• This is the guy who sends serial killers to chase me, and makes sure there's a lot of blood, especially if I attack said killer.
• This is the guy who sinks the ship I'm in, or crashes the airplane where a friend is flying.
• This is the guy who causes earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, hurricanes, and fires right where I am.
• This is the guy who puts me right inside the horror movie I'm watching.
• This is the guy who hides B. from me so I don't see him at all, or gets him to ignore or reject me.
• This is the guy who pits my crushes against me so they are rude to me.
• This is the guy who makes bad things happen to my cats or to the people I love.
• This is the guy who allows me to enter enemy territory and makes sure I get caught and imprisoned.
• This is the guy who makes asteroids detour to crash on the area I'm in.
• This is the guy who closes ALL possible exits in the building I need to escape out of.
• This is the guy who makes me run way too slow when in a dire situation.
• This is the guy who gets people to inject nasty drugs in me, against my will.
• This is the guy who makes nasty, cheap-looking but destructive and scary storms without even using Kracko.
• This is the guy who pits the mother and brother I got on earth against me, bringing out the absolute worst in them.

And...

• This is the guy who makes sure I get so sleepy I either can't wake up or go back to the bad dream.

I try to keep him at bay by sprinkling a few drops of Lavender Essential Oil on my pillow, but this is the weapon that can defeat him: 






Just swing it towards him to shoot deadly stars. If it ever runs out, use it to beat the shit out of him.

Best Boss Music Ever!

Yes, lately I'm obsessed with the music of Parasite Eve, especially the theme "Plosive Attack", one of my favourite songs and best companions. It's, definitely, the best boss battle music of all times; Yoko Shimomura is a genius.



The 'CULTIVATE' Mix of this song, by Quadra, is the most awesome of the Mixes album too.