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Amusing and informative cracked article about Immigration and how much of a bitch it is.... Complete with photographic proof on can-toi.

I really hope that much was not spent on Nadja :/

I found and old Cracked magazine the other day. I have to say, I know they are sorta the...Daily Show of informative articles, but I much prefer the web version of Cracked.

In unrelated news, we watch Ponyo the other day. I was...really underwhelmed. I don't regret watching it per see, but I wouldn't bother again. The animation was sub-par for Ghibli, especially the background...which was really disappointing, because if as much effort had been put into the backgrounds as, say, Howl's Moving Castle, it would have probably been their prettiest film. The plot was also REALLY weirdly paced, and it...was really only a kid movie. It wasn't like a kids movie with deeper things for adults to connect to...it was just a kids movie.

I also felt there was a WHOLE lot of information missing, sorta like the end of Howl's Moving Castle (Which I know was due to them trying to shove a really weird plot line that didn't fit into the end) but there was so much information that didn't get explained at all...like I was WAY more interested in finding out about her dad, and that whole situation then they ever got into.

Cute enough, but I expected a lot more. And I did find Ponyo very cute when she wasn't a chicken thing.

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TwoThree short pieces of writing, because if I don't post them this piece of note book paper they scribbled on will soon be lost forever...

All three are really short, and all are PG (Maybe PG-13), and none are shippy.

The first is directly related to this piece of art and is...90% original.

She must have been a beautiful girl. She still had the beauty of something fragile and old. An old carousel that had been abandoned for year, it's colors fading and it's painting chipping away, still and quiet and empty in the absence of children. The gold in her hair has seeped away over time, leaving her too young face surrounded by white, wispy curls. Her skin looked fragile, translucent, the only color the webbing of veins gently pulsing under her skin. Her eyes seemed colorless, just reflecting the low, indistinguishable gray clouds above them. She was dressed in the same gray, high necked and long sleeved. Someone had no doubt picked the color to match her eyes, but in the cold fog, it served only to make her vanish, fade like the ghost of who she'd been. Her husband lead her along as neatly as if she'd worn a leash and collar. She no longer wander, not her feet, not her eyes, not her thoughts. She just followed, quiet, soft. He didn't even recognize her. She slipped from his mind as soon as he passed. It wasn't until he was home that the little tautness in the back of his mind slipped into place. That those gray eyes found their place in his memory. He thought it might break his heart.

And this is Sirius Black centric little bit of plot, brought about by listening to R.E.M.'s "Losing my Religion" too much.

( I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing )

And while were on Sirius Black angst, I'll just leave this here:

( I've said too much, I haven't said enough )

Lovely table made, fittingly, by the lovely table_chan ♥