About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a weeknight, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side-street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move. Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than ten seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip-toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper: "Whaaat…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side-road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
Frozen fever starts off with Elsa deciding what to put on top of Anna's birthday cake. After she dose that she finds Olaf eating her ice cream cake. So she leaves Kristoff in charge. Than she tries to wake Anna up and get her ready for the party. Anna soon discovers that somehow got a COLD even when she lived in a ICE CASTLE for half of Frozen. And than she starts sneezing and dose not notice that every time she sneezes she poofs up random snowmen that for some reason never melt.
And that was Olaf playing with the sneezed up snow monsters. And as Elsa gets more sick she still tells Anna that she is fine, but proves other wise when she starts acting like a drunk. When they both end up at the party while trying to get Elsa to bed they find out that thanks to Olaf,Kristoff and the snow monster the party didn't turn out so bad. So over all I have got to say it was a pretty good short the best I have seen for a long time. And so I rate it a 100/100
And that was Olaf playing with the sneezed up snow monsters. And as Elsa gets more sick she still tells Anna that she is fine, but proves other wise when she starts acting like a drunk. When they both end up at the party while trying to get Elsa to bed they find out that thanks to Olaf,Kristoff and the snow monster the party didn't turn out so bad. So over all I have got to say it was a pretty good short the best I have seen for a long time. And so I rate it a 100/100
Haaaiiii.
Today we're gonna talk about the "NUMBER ONE MOVIE OF THE YEAR!", Frozehhhnnn!
So it starts out, there's a gurl named Elsa. And a gurl named Anna, but you pronounce it like Ahhh-nna. I dunno.
Anyway, so Elsa becomes evil and kills everybody. The end!
No, I'm just playing. Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.
Yeh, mah momma she told meh dont worry about yo size...
ANYWAYZ
Elsa REALLY gets ice powers and THEN she kills everybody. Sorry.
ANYWAYZ
Elsa REALLY, REALLY gets ice powers and only kills Ahh-nna. Yeah.
Today we're gonna talk about the "NUMBER ONE MOVIE OF THE YEAR!", Frozehhhnnn!
So it starts out, there's a gurl named Elsa. And a gurl named Anna, but you pronounce it like Ahhh-nna. I dunno.
Anyway, so Elsa becomes evil and kills everybody. The end!
No, I'm just playing. Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.
Yeh, mah momma she told meh dont worry about yo size...
ANYWAYZ
Elsa REALLY gets ice powers and THEN she kills everybody. Sorry.
ANYWAYZ
Elsa REALLY, REALLY gets ice powers and only kills Ahh-nna. Yeah.
As soon as I drop the title of this Blond Lion Blog, many people will have a debate whether or not this movie should be made.
And my opinion is that yes, a movie should be made. But why? Well, I think that it could bring in a much bigger audience than just the Otaku community. Also, it would provide young girls with role models, and probably would open the gate for other Live Action anime movies, such as Fairy Tail and Sailor Moon.
But who should head such a project? Micheal Bay. Now when I drop the name Micheal Bay, everyone either facepalms or flames. But Micheal Bay would make the action scenes even better! And Micheal Bay would make it more understandable for an international audience.
What do you think? Should they make a Madoka Magica live action movie? If so, who should direct the movie?
Thanks for Reading!
And my opinion is that yes, a movie should be made. But why? Well, I think that it could bring in a much bigger audience than just the Otaku community. Also, it would provide young girls with role models, and probably would open the gate for other Live Action anime movies, such as Fairy Tail and Sailor Moon.
But who should head such a project? Micheal Bay. Now when I drop the name Micheal Bay, everyone either facepalms or flames. But Micheal Bay would make the action scenes even better! And Micheal Bay would make it more understandable for an international audience.
What do you think? Should they make a Madoka Magica live action movie? If so, who should direct the movie?
Thanks for Reading!
Just one more time before I go
I'll let you know
And all this time I've been afraid,
Wouldn't let it show
Nobody can save me now, no
Nobody can save me now
Stars can only visible in the darkness,
Fear is ever changing and evolving
And I I I can poison these eyes
And I I I feel so alive
Nobody can save you now
The king is down
It's do or die!
Nobody can save you now
Nowhere safe
It's the battle cry
It's the battle cry
Battle cry!
Nobody can save you now
IT'S DO OR DIE
[Guitars]
Nobody can save you now
The king is down
It's do or die!
Nobody can save you now
Nowhere safe
It's the battle cry
It's the battle cry
Battle cry!
Nobody can save you now
IT'S DO OR DIE
Just one more time before I go
I'll let you know
And all this time I've been afraid,
Wouldn't let it show
Nobody can save me now, no
Nobody can save me now
I'll let you know
And all this time I've been afraid,
Wouldn't let it show
Nobody can save me now, no
Nobody can save me now
Stars can only visible in the darkness,
Fear is ever changing and evolving
And I I I can poison these eyes
And I I I feel so alive
Nobody can save you now
The king is down
It's do or die!
Nobody can save you now
Nowhere safe
It's the battle cry
It's the battle cry
Battle cry!
Nobody can save you now
IT'S DO OR DIE
[Guitars]
Nobody can save you now
The king is down
It's do or die!
Nobody can save you now
Nowhere safe
It's the battle cry
It's the battle cry
Battle cry!
Nobody can save you now
IT'S DO OR DIE
Just one more time before I go
I'll let you know
And all this time I've been afraid,
Wouldn't let it show
Nobody can save me now, no
Nobody can save me now
Again Disney has wrapped its magical fairy hands around this tale making it two movies, when in reality this tale is quite short.
There is a young girl, who is working out in the fields. Her sandal falls off and a eagle (or hawk) then picks up the shoe. She chases after it leaving her family just for the shoe, which the bird drops on the kings lap. The king orders her beheaded but sees her beauty and declares her his wife, also ending in forced child birth of several sons.
(Have yet to find how she dies.)
There is a young girl, who is working out in the fields. Her sandal falls off and a eagle (or hawk) then picks up the shoe. She chases after it leaving her family just for the shoe, which the bird drops on the kings lap. The king orders her beheaded but sees her beauty and declares her his wife, also ending in forced child birth of several sons.
(Have yet to find how she dies.)
Sure Disney may have spun a lovely tale of a prince and a princess with the evil queen and occasional fairy friend but that's not what really happen. There was no gifts bestowed to the princess at her birth there was no curse put on her to activate at her 16th birthday, there was no worrying kingdom that mourned her, and there was no Prince Charming or evil dragon queen. No none of that.
There was simply a young princess who fell into a coma. Her family presumed her dead but could not bear to bury her body. So they kept her locked away in her room for years. Then a neighboring king hear's of a beauty forever frozen in sleep. He comes over, finding the sleeping beauty alone in her room where he rapes her unconscious body and leaves. It wasn't till nine months did she wait from the pains of child birth of twins then to die from those same pains.
The end.
There was simply a young princess who fell into a coma. Her family presumed her dead but could not bear to bury her body. So they kept her locked away in her room for years. Then a neighboring king hear's of a beauty forever frozen in sleep. He comes over, finding the sleeping beauty alone in her room where he rapes her unconscious body and leaves. It wasn't till nine months did she wait from the pains of child birth of twins then to die from those same pains.
The end.