I hate it when a good book gets made into a terrible movie.
I love to read books. My bookshelf has been expanded over and over and I'm still running out of room to put my books. I taught myself to read when I was in preschool. My favorite places to go are bookstores. I. Freaking. Love. Books.
One of the earlier series I fell in love with is the Percy Jackson series. I can't be positive how old I was, but the copyright date in the book I've owned since forever says 2005, which would put me at seven or eight years old, depending on the time of the year. Most likely seven, because my birthday's in November. (Relevance none this has, hmm?)
The point is, I've grown up with Percy Jackson. I loved it because it put teenagers, who I'd always thought of as almost royalty, in a relatable situation. Because of Percy Jackson, I know almost everything there is to know about Greek mythology, and quite a bit of Roman mythology, too. I'm always correcting people's facts in that respect. I found it amazing because I liked the story and it also sneakily taught me information that was really cool, stuff that most seven- and eight-year-olds didn't know. Plus, Percy Jackson is just awesome.
Naturally, when the first movie came out a few years ago, I was impossibly excited to see it. I was a little disappointed when I saw that in the trailers, Annabeth's hair was brown instead of blond, and that Grover used crutches when in the books he didn't need them at all, but I was still pumped to see it. I thought it would be cool.
I hated it. I mean, they cut out entire characters, combined other characters, "forgot" to mention important aspects of the world, and Percy didn't seem to be nearly as ADHD or dyslexic as they portrayed in the books. He complained about it, but it didn't really show. They had random fight scenes that were never in the books, and cut out other fight scenes that were in the books. It was like they were trying to make it easier to comprehend, but, you know, if a seven year old can understand it, I don't think they'd have a problem. And don't try to convince me they didn't have a big enough budget, because Percy Jackson is owned by Disney. They could've had all the money they needed to make a good movie.
I have a friend who hates the How to Train Your Dragon movies. It's because she loves the books, and owns all of them, which I think there are at least eight. The books are as much a part of her life as Percy Jackson is in mine. I can respect that. The reason she hates the movies is because they don't follow the books, hardly at all. All that the books and the movies have in common is that the main character's name is Hiccup, and his friends have the same names as they do in the movies, and that it takes place in a viking village where dragons exist. That's about where the similarities stop.
See, in the books, the village doesn't hunt dragons; they train them. The only way to prove your manhood is to train your own dragon. Hiccup, the son of Stoic the Vast, leader of the village, has a lot of pressure put on him to train a dragon, and follow in the footsteps of his father. The only problem is, the only dragon he was able to capture was a tiny, toothless dragon that refused to do anything asked of it. Oh, and dragons can communicate using their own language that you'd have to learn in order to be able to train your very own. The dragon Hiccup caught was way too tiny to even think about riding. Because this dragon had no teeth whatsoever, it earned the name Toothless.
This is to my friend: I apologize if I don't get all my facts exactly right. It's been years since I've read the books, and I can't find any of our copies. We have too many books.
The movies are completely different from the books, as you have probably figured out. One thing I like SO MUCH BETTER about these movies than the Percy Jackson ones is that they TELL YOU that they are NOT following the original storyline at all. Right away, you know it's purposefully different from the books. They are meant to be thought about separately from the books; the only similarities are the name of the series, the names of the characters, (their personalities and physical traits have been significantly altered, all they have in common is that they have the same names as they did in the books), the village, and that fact that dragons exist. It's really open open about being different from the books, shouting, "I'm DIFFERENT! What do you have to say about THAT!"
The Percy Jackson movies used the trailers to make it seem like they did follow the books, then the actual movies said something like, "I'm going to try to be like the books, but not really." It was a failure. I will forever hate the Percy Jackson movies. They hid behind lies and tricked all of us fans into spending money.
It doesn't help that my mom keeps buying them on DVD for me.
I hate that Google doesn't let me use tab,
PolarFarina
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Summary of Stuff happening
Hey, so I know I promised you more stuff. Though it may not seem like it, I am doing stuff. I'm working towards reviving The Super, and I have some pretty cool ideas for the artwork. It'll take longer, but I think you'll like it. I'll post about a page a week or something like that, allowing my schedule to be what it is. Busy, but still lazy at the same time. It works, trust me. So that's what's happening. There's not a crisis.
It was just the Old Fashioned Festival last weekend. It's actually pretty small, but in my town it's a huge deal. It's the only thing they do fireworks for. My town doesn't even do fireworks for the fourth of July, that's how big a deal the Old Fashioned Festival is. There's a parade, and a pancake breakfast, and live entertainment, and carnival rides and games, and there's also booths, which are less fun because they tend to just be supporting an organization, not actually selling anything. So I was busy with that. Sorry I didn't tell you.
Also my cat died. She wasn't really mine, she was more accurately my dad's. She was 21 years old, which is an incredibly long time for a cat to live. I mean, she was older than I am. My dad's had her since before he met my mom. So it's pretty hard on him. But me, I've been sort of expecting it. For the past couple months, I'd poke her gently during her naps because she slept so still you could've thought she was dead. And I'd think she was. Now she really is. But there are bigger problems in the world than losing a cat.
But yeah, I'm already working on one of the first pages of the new Super, which takes place after one that I did in sixth grade. That one was a comic that I spent a lot of time on, and wasn't actually very long. I turned it in as a school project, but not before my mom made a bunch of copies and sent them to all to my relatives. Then I promptly lost my copy, like the professional artist I am. That was about four years ago, so I can't remember what happened in it too well, but what I do remember is that this weird dragon barged in and started fighting the Super, until a seemingly random teenage boy walked in. He then proceeded to magically heal the dragon, team up with the dragon, and then they both flew off to regroup and decide what their new plan was. And then the Super said something like, "Don't party yet. It's not over..." DUN DUN DUNNNN! And that was the end. I was crunched for time, and there was a limit on the amount of pages I could put in the comic due to the qualifications of the project. Plus I was twelve. The only real tension I knew how to implement was cliff hangers. But now I'm continuing the story! I'm planning on catching everyone up by having a narration box that says something like, "Last time on The Super, the Dragon and the boy sorcerer got away, promising they would return!" and that would pretty much sum it up for anyone behind. Which is, like, everyone.
So there's that to look forward to. And hey, not everything goes according to plan. So I'm sorry if I don't follow my own plan, because I have a weird habit of making plans go awry. It just sort of happens. I'll do my best.
See you in the next post,
PolarFarina
It was just the Old Fashioned Festival last weekend. It's actually pretty small, but in my town it's a huge deal. It's the only thing they do fireworks for. My town doesn't even do fireworks for the fourth of July, that's how big a deal the Old Fashioned Festival is. There's a parade, and a pancake breakfast, and live entertainment, and carnival rides and games, and there's also booths, which are less fun because they tend to just be supporting an organization, not actually selling anything. So I was busy with that. Sorry I didn't tell you.
Also my cat died. She wasn't really mine, she was more accurately my dad's. She was 21 years old, which is an incredibly long time for a cat to live. I mean, she was older than I am. My dad's had her since before he met my mom. So it's pretty hard on him. But me, I've been sort of expecting it. For the past couple months, I'd poke her gently during her naps because she slept so still you could've thought she was dead. And I'd think she was. Now she really is. But there are bigger problems in the world than losing a cat.
But yeah, I'm already working on one of the first pages of the new Super, which takes place after one that I did in sixth grade. That one was a comic that I spent a lot of time on, and wasn't actually very long. I turned it in as a school project, but not before my mom made a bunch of copies and sent them to all to my relatives. Then I promptly lost my copy, like the professional artist I am. That was about four years ago, so I can't remember what happened in it too well, but what I do remember is that this weird dragon barged in and started fighting the Super, until a seemingly random teenage boy walked in. He then proceeded to magically heal the dragon, team up with the dragon, and then they both flew off to regroup and decide what their new plan was. And then the Super said something like, "Don't party yet. It's not over..." DUN DUN DUNNNN! And that was the end. I was crunched for time, and there was a limit on the amount of pages I could put in the comic due to the qualifications of the project. Plus I was twelve. The only real tension I knew how to implement was cliff hangers. But now I'm continuing the story! I'm planning on catching everyone up by having a narration box that says something like, "Last time on The Super, the Dragon and the boy sorcerer got away, promising they would return!" and that would pretty much sum it up for anyone behind. Which is, like, everyone.
So there's that to look forward to. And hey, not everything goes according to plan. So I'm sorry if I don't follow my own plan, because I have a weird habit of making plans go awry. It just sort of happens. I'll do my best.
See you in the next post,
PolarFarina
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
The Tye-Dyed Shirt
The Tye-Dyed Shirt
I'm in high school. My high school is very weird for many reasons, but one thing my school does differently that might not be so confusing is the time taken out of each day for the half-hour class called "Career Advisory." It's not much of a class, really, just a time when people try to get us to learn stuff. It's basically trying to teach us, the kids, about getting a career and making goals and figuring out what the requirements are for those goals, blah blah blah. I know some other schools do this, but I don't actually know how common it is, so I'm explaining it anyway.So Advisory is taught at about 10:30 in the morning, all at the same time, by all the teachers. Every class is pretty small, consisting of only about fifteen kids, but every Advisory stays together for all four years of high school, so everyone in this class is in the same grade.
Here comes the weird part: my school is divided up into four "Small Schools." Every Small School is designated with a color, and has its own principal, its own office, its own motto, so it's like a real mini-school. There's Silver School, Green School, Blue School, and the one I'm in, Yellow School. Every kid in the same Advisory as me is in Yellow School, too. The most confusing part about this, though, is that my Advisory teacher does not belong to Yellow School. He's in Silver School. Have I confused you enough yet?
Yeah, we all think this is a bit more complicated and boring than it needs to be. So every Advisory teacher spices it up a bit in their own way. Some have waffle breakfasts. Some design their own T-shirts. We get cookies the teacher's wife bakes and get to watch the original Star Wars. It's totally awesome.
We also tye-dyed our own T-shirts. See, our teacher has one of the best senses of humor ever, but sometimes it can go a bit too far. For example: our T-shirts. The idea came from our small school's motto. Yellow School is all about "Performing Academic Excellence." The teacher sort of rearranged that motto into "Performing Excellence Every Day," which, not counting Day, created the acronym P.E.E. It's especially funny because it's sort of Yellow School's motto, and, well, pee is yellow. If we had a different principal for Yellow School this might have never flown, but he has a similar sense of humor. In fact, our teacher was thinking of making a shirt for the principal.
So we dyed these shirts yellow, and printed them with this acronym. We all wore our shirts on the last day of freshman year, and with only a few explanations needed, got plenty of laughs from our "PEE" shirts. It's a joke that everyone got.
Wearing this shirt in public, though, is an entirely different story. When other people look at me wearing this shirt they don't see the joke so much as a poor confused girl who got tricked into wearing the word "PEE" on her chest. They feel bad for me, but don't even have the audacity to feel bad for me to my face. They only look at me when I'm not looking at them, but I can FEEL them feeling bad for me, and that's just plain annoying. I can feel them thinking, "Oh, poor girl."
It's like watching that one Batman movie and going, "Oh, poor Batman. He got stabbed. Well, time to do the dishes." Them feeling bad for me is like feeling bad for a fictional character. Like they're pretending to care, but only for their own benefit. They're lying to themselves and they think it's genuine pity.
Well, I'm NOT fiction! I'm as real as they are, but they don't take the time to consider this. How can they judge me when they only know a fifteenth of the real picture? They don't know me! They'll NEVER know me!! But how can I judge them, when I don't know them either? How can anyone judge anything? I don't know anyone, yet I judge them all, and they return the favor. What is this world coming to? How can we live in such a terrible world?!
I usually end up like this in the middle of the grocery store, leaving me unable to focus on the rest of the grocery shopping. This led to me never wearing the PEE shirt in public ever again.
But, hey, I started this post with a title this time. So that's a plus, I guess.
I'm not sure how to end this,
PolarFarina
Every day, Schmevery day
Starting with about four or five days ago, I had made this grand scheme to start writing posts every day. And It's something I could probably accomplish. I mean, I have every day of the entire summer to do whatever I want, which would be plenty of time to write stuff. But that's not the problem.
As you know, I HAVEN'T been posting every day like I had planned to. This is partly due to the fact that I'm insecure and don't think you'll like what I write. I mean, some of it really is useless crap, but some of what I write is actually good, and I just don't have it typed up. I write a lot of my posts down in my Steamboat Willie notebook because I actually don't have my laptop as accessible as I thought I would. And then I read what I've handwritten and get scared to publish it.
I don't know why this happens. It's not like you guys will care, really. If you really like me, you won't care if I have one bad post. Maybe I was having a bad day. Or I was rushed. Or maybe... I don't know. I can't really think of excuses. It's not like I have many "fans" to lose, either. I also don't have an image to maintain, so I don't know what scares me into not writing stuff for you. I guess just writing can get a little cumbersome. So how about this: In exchange for giving me a little more breathing room, I'll include some pictures? Maybe I'll draw some, maybe some'll be real photographs, but I'll do that in exchange for not freaking me out.
I feel so adult for using the full word "Photographs."
See you in technicolor,
PolarFarina
As you know, I HAVEN'T been posting every day like I had planned to. This is partly due to the fact that I'm insecure and don't think you'll like what I write. I mean, some of it really is useless crap, but some of what I write is actually good, and I just don't have it typed up. I write a lot of my posts down in my Steamboat Willie notebook because I actually don't have my laptop as accessible as I thought I would. And then I read what I've handwritten and get scared to publish it.
I don't know why this happens. It's not like you guys will care, really. If you really like me, you won't care if I have one bad post. Maybe I was having a bad day. Or I was rushed. Or maybe... I don't know. I can't really think of excuses. It's not like I have many "fans" to lose, either. I also don't have an image to maintain, so I don't know what scares me into not writing stuff for you. I guess just writing can get a little cumbersome. So how about this: In exchange for giving me a little more breathing room, I'll include some pictures? Maybe I'll draw some, maybe some'll be real photographs, but I'll do that in exchange for not freaking me out.
I feel so adult for using the full word "Photographs."
See you in technicolor,
PolarFarina
Monday, July 21, 2014
Unrealistic Ideas
I have unrealistic ideas about everything.
It's true: I always expect things to turn out far better than they do. Either that, or I expect them to be much worse. But I can never remember the negative things, so let's focus on the positive.
First off, let me clarify one thing: I am fifteen years old. I do not have the life experience to prove my expectations wrong before actually experiencing the event. In fact, I rarely have any idea whatsoever of what to do or what to bring, so of course I bring too much. I base my expectations on certain assumptions that usually turn out to be false. I really should just ignore these assumptions, but what else is there to go on? Every time I step outside there's an adventure waiting to swallow me up in its excitement.
I like to watch a lot of YouTube. Like, a lot more than is probably healthy. I follow the lives of many people who became famous within a year of joining YouTube. I love to watch their videos, because they look so easy to make. They make me feel like I can become famous, too. A lot of what they do is inspiring.
What's most inspiring to me is one YouTuber in specific. His name is Markiplier, a combination of the name Mark and the word "multiplier." Don't ask me why he decided to combine these two words, because he's never really explained it, so I don't know. But it sounds cool.
Markiplier plays video games, like lots of people out there, but what really sets him apart is his fanbase. He has so many fans that I've lost track of how many subscribers he's earned in the past two years. I think he passed two million a while back. He may seem like a random video game player, but he takes so much time out of his life to thank his fans, and they return the favor. Big time. They make all kinds of stuff for him, including animating videos as tribute to games he's played, constantly sending him lots of support, and there have even been several video games created just for him, often titled something along the lines of The Markilpier Game. He always finds them, and plays them just for his fans, always stopping to thank them for their love. I know there aren't any famous people out there like that. This guy is just so awesome it blows me away. And all he really does is play video games.
This is where I usually make the mistake of thinking I can actually accomplish something as amazingly constructed as what he has. Because he really did just start out as a random video game player. I usually say something like this: "Markiplier plays video games, I play video games. What could go wrong?"
What I don't take into consideration is that most of these people are twice as old as I am and have finished high school and college and actually know how the Internet works. I completely forget that I'm only fifteen and don't have the life experience needed for such a huge career yet. Seriously, there are people out there who make a living of creating YouTube videos, which of course just makes me want to do it even more.
I ignore all of these qualifications I'm not even close to having, and start making all these plans for a YouTube channel, coming up with names, and the sort of stuff I would put up there. I think about everything, plan it all out... except for how to actually make the videos. Eventually I somehow figured out how to downloaded some free software I could use on my laptop to record myself playing videogames. I took two videos of myself playing Minecraft and posted them on my channel, Polar Farina. I would've posted more, but my "free trial period" in the recording software ran out before I could continue. In five months, my first video has gotten twenty views. My second one has gotten nine.
My hopes were crushed. I thought I'd succeed! What had I done wrong? I reviewed my videos and concluded I actually sucked in this field. I literally cannot be successful recording myself playing any game on the computer at all. Mainly because I usually play a game like Minecraft silently to avoid bothering my family, I wasn't used to providing the kind of commentary it took to make a good video.
Then it occurred to me: I just wasn't playing the right game! I had many gaming sessions with my friends playing multiplayer games on the Wii, and there was commentary galore! I just can't figure out how to record us on the Wii... yet. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
But here's one thing I want to say: I've had this blog for two years. And I've completely forgotten about it multiple times, but you guys out there reading this have been constantly checking it, looking to see if I've posted something new, rereading old stuff. This blog, buried in a common name and wrapped in obscureness, has come close to getting 650 views. I know that compared to other blogs, that is hardly anything at all, but compared to my measly 29 views on YouTube, it's the goldmine. I couldn't have gotten this far without you guys. And now that I know you people are listening, it'll inspire me to write as often as I can. If it weren't for you, this blog would probably just get lost in the ten thousand seas of the Internet.
And please, please, PLEASE make sure to tell me what you think, to remind me to continue writing, and to give me new ideas. I will probably need the reminders the most. I'm always forgetting stuff, which sucks, but life is full of other things that are always pleading for attention. Sometimes I need reminding which things are more important.
I am ALWAYS looking forward to hearing your thoughts. Not including this post, you guys have so far commented twice as much as I have posted. I want you to double that! I want to hear from you people! If there's anything I've learned from Markiplier, every single success depends immensely on the fans.
Thank you so much for being here,
PolarFarina :)
It's true: I always expect things to turn out far better than they do. Either that, or I expect them to be much worse. But I can never remember the negative things, so let's focus on the positive.
First off, let me clarify one thing: I am fifteen years old. I do not have the life experience to prove my expectations wrong before actually experiencing the event. In fact, I rarely have any idea whatsoever of what to do or what to bring, so of course I bring too much. I base my expectations on certain assumptions that usually turn out to be false. I really should just ignore these assumptions, but what else is there to go on? Every time I step outside there's an adventure waiting to swallow me up in its excitement.
I like to watch a lot of YouTube. Like, a lot more than is probably healthy. I follow the lives of many people who became famous within a year of joining YouTube. I love to watch their videos, because they look so easy to make. They make me feel like I can become famous, too. A lot of what they do is inspiring.
What's most inspiring to me is one YouTuber in specific. His name is Markiplier, a combination of the name Mark and the word "multiplier." Don't ask me why he decided to combine these two words, because he's never really explained it, so I don't know. But it sounds cool.
Markiplier plays video games, like lots of people out there, but what really sets him apart is his fanbase. He has so many fans that I've lost track of how many subscribers he's earned in the past two years. I think he passed two million a while back. He may seem like a random video game player, but he takes so much time out of his life to thank his fans, and they return the favor. Big time. They make all kinds of stuff for him, including animating videos as tribute to games he's played, constantly sending him lots of support, and there have even been several video games created just for him, often titled something along the lines of The Markilpier Game. He always finds them, and plays them just for his fans, always stopping to thank them for their love. I know there aren't any famous people out there like that. This guy is just so awesome it blows me away. And all he really does is play video games.
This is where I usually make the mistake of thinking I can actually accomplish something as amazingly constructed as what he has. Because he really did just start out as a random video game player. I usually say something like this: "Markiplier plays video games, I play video games. What could go wrong?"
What I don't take into consideration is that most of these people are twice as old as I am and have finished high school and college and actually know how the Internet works. I completely forget that I'm only fifteen and don't have the life experience needed for such a huge career yet. Seriously, there are people out there who make a living of creating YouTube videos, which of course just makes me want to do it even more.
I ignore all of these qualifications I'm not even close to having, and start making all these plans for a YouTube channel, coming up with names, and the sort of stuff I would put up there. I think about everything, plan it all out... except for how to actually make the videos. Eventually I somehow figured out how to downloaded some free software I could use on my laptop to record myself playing videogames. I took two videos of myself playing Minecraft and posted them on my channel, Polar Farina. I would've posted more, but my "free trial period" in the recording software ran out before I could continue. In five months, my first video has gotten twenty views. My second one has gotten nine.
My hopes were crushed. I thought I'd succeed! What had I done wrong? I reviewed my videos and concluded I actually sucked in this field. I literally cannot be successful recording myself playing any game on the computer at all. Mainly because I usually play a game like Minecraft silently to avoid bothering my family, I wasn't used to providing the kind of commentary it took to make a good video.
Then it occurred to me: I just wasn't playing the right game! I had many gaming sessions with my friends playing multiplayer games on the Wii, and there was commentary galore! I just can't figure out how to record us on the Wii... yet. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
But here's one thing I want to say: I've had this blog for two years. And I've completely forgotten about it multiple times, but you guys out there reading this have been constantly checking it, looking to see if I've posted something new, rereading old stuff. This blog, buried in a common name and wrapped in obscureness, has come close to getting 650 views. I know that compared to other blogs, that is hardly anything at all, but compared to my measly 29 views on YouTube, it's the goldmine. I couldn't have gotten this far without you guys. And now that I know you people are listening, it'll inspire me to write as often as I can. If it weren't for you, this blog would probably just get lost in the ten thousand seas of the Internet.
And please, please, PLEASE make sure to tell me what you think, to remind me to continue writing, and to give me new ideas. I will probably need the reminders the most. I'm always forgetting stuff, which sucks, but life is full of other things that are always pleading for attention. Sometimes I need reminding which things are more important.
I am ALWAYS looking forward to hearing your thoughts. Not including this post, you guys have so far commented twice as much as I have posted. I want you to double that! I want to hear from you people! If there's anything I've learned from Markiplier, every single success depends immensely on the fans.
Thank you so much for being here,
PolarFarina :)
Friday, July 18, 2014
The Old Super, Summarized.
I sat down a while ago with the intention of writing an interesting post. That didn't work out as well as I'd hoped. I have literally been staring at this post blankly for almost half an hour, having no idea what to write. So I'll do something random: I'll write about my art aspirations when I was eight. And then criticize myself. Because that's how you get better at stuff. Plus it's sort of funny.
When I was in third grade, I invented a superhero. I didn't know what to call him so I ended up giving him the name The Super! I have a terrible reputation with names. One time I got a Build-A-Bear, and the lady was like, "What are you going to name it?" And I was like, "I don't know!" That became my bear's legal name. I Don't Know. I call her Ida for short. I also have a brown bear called Brownie, a white one called Snowball, a patchwork one called Wonderful, and a fuzzy one called Zach. I also have one called The Doctor. He has two hearts. I like him best.
So anyway, there was The Super. He has a purple hat that looks like a TV antenna, and his head is basically a rectangle with half a circle attached to the bottom for some kind of snout-thing where his mouth is. His feet are triangles, his hands are round so he looks like they're in fists all of the time, and his cape is red with an orange letter S on it, but it's so freaking long it just looks like it's red with a line down the middle. Also, his skin is green.
At first it was this random thing I drew because I was bored, and I hadn't added any color to it. My first comic I drew with him in it that I can remember was about two or three pages long and had been drawn on some random paper that had a border of cats holding balloons going around the edge.
I quickly upped my standards, though. At a Borders book store I went to regularly before it went out of business, I got my mom to buy me this blank spiral notebook with a picture of curry on it. The pages were tinted slightly orange, which I thought was the coolest thing ever.
Then I set to work. The story I drew in that notebook was a lot longer than anything I had ever attempted before. In fact, it took up almost the whole notebook. In it, The Super rescues a damsel in distress, who actually turns out to be his worst enemy in disguise: Blue Tentacle Man! (I told you I was bad at coming up with names.) The blue guy keeps trying to battle The Super, but gets interrupted because The Super has to do other stuff first, like knocking out the random drunk guy walking by (I don't really get this, and I was the one who drew it), and open a portal to another dimension. The blue guy totally freaks out when he gets sucked into the portal, but The Super is just depressed. "I thought I'd never have to do this again..." he says. I think this was just me trying to be dramatic, but I can't be sure.
When they finally land in the other dimension, The Super is obviously weakened. He groans randomly and his right leg is weird (although that could've just been me messing up while drawing). Also, there's no color in this dimension. Then he tries to use his laser eyes on the blue guy, but the laser falls short. The blue guy is amazed that he hasn't burned to a crisp and is all like, "What happened?" The Super then somehow manages to taunt the blue guy into a game of chase, and then traps him on a ledge on the side of a cliff. The bad guy finally neutralized, The Super reopens the portal, jumps through, regaining his color, and ends up... face to face with a giant T-Rex. He freaks out, and exclaims, "Oh My... GOSH!!!" I had originally written him saying, "Oh My... GOD!!!" but I guess I decided it was too explicit. I was eight years old, after all.
It's obvious that he came out either in the wrong dimension or the wrong time. Possibly both. The Super opens the portal again, and comes out the other side. He floats above a city, debating whether or not it's the city he constantly protects, then randomly decides that it is. The Super lands on the ground, and declares, "Victory!" Then this one girl says, "I didn't know you were fighting." Then some random person in the crowd shouts, "Duh! That's why he was gone 3 days!" (This dialogue is all directly from the comic, by the way. Completely unedited third grader.) I don't know about you guys, but looking back on it I don't think he had been out for that long. I mean, he trapped a guy on a cliff. Does that really take three days? Or was it the going through the portal that created some kind of time shift in The Super's reality, so that for him it was like ten minutes but for everyone else it was three days? I don't know.
Anyways, everyone's celebrating another victory, but The Super gets lost in thought, thinking about where he might actually come from. Everyone in town is a normal human, but as I established before, the Super is some kind of green alien with triangle feet and spherical hands. He's totally different, and he knows it. He sort of talks about how he kind of remembers some weird world where totally crazy stuff exists: trees with spots, dogs walking on two legs, and saltwater rivers. I realize now that last one isn't as strange as I thought it was when I was in third grade, because it is possible for saltwater and freshwater to mix within the same river, but, oh well.
So he decides to go look for this different world, because obviously he has been completely unable to do so until this very moment. He starts flying around with no particular direction until he remembers he has a magic map that can take him wherever he wants. Well, if he has that, why does he fly anywhere? Why does he even use portals? Why do I question my own logic? Of course, the Super doesn't actually know the name of his birthworld (I suppose that's what you'd call it) so he does the next logical thing: He tells his map to take him "anywhere I haven't been in a long time." Well, he's sure to find it that way! *sarcasm*
Suddenly he appears in this weird place with a square sun, pink and green spotted trees, dogs walking on two legs, and a saltwater... lake? So now it's a lake? Okay then. Also there are other people who look like The Super, except they're all different colors and they wear different hats and capes. This one guy says, "You're gonna end up scarin' someone if you keep poppin' up like that! Wait, aren't you the Super?" At this point, The Super disappears and appears somewhere else. I guess when he said "Take me anywhere I haven't been in a long time," the map must've short-circuited and decided to send him everywhere he's ever been.
The next place he ends up is this big rocky cavern with steep cliffs, and at the top is some caveman who cries out when he sees The Super magically materialize in front of him. Then he appears somewhere else with huge rocky caverns, except this place has a waterfall and an old man yelling at a butterfly. "Wait!" shouts the Super. "Go back!" He appears back in the place with the caveman. "Again..." he says, and appears in the place with the square sun and all the other random stuff.
And you know what his first thought is when he sees this wonderful world filled with people just like him? "I've got to tell my people!" Then the guy who talked to him before and asks, "Where did you get that cape?" He must really love The Super's cape because in this panel his eyes are huge and buggy. The Super replies, "Sorry, got to go!" And the other guy says, "Wait-" but The Super's already poofed away, back in the town filled with people that he constantly saves. He declares over the entire city: "People of this city, I have found my homeland and wish to go there. So I will! I'll also request another superhero to protect you. Goodbye!" and the entire city says in unison: "Goodbye!"
Let me just say: Best. Farewell speech. Ever.
Then he poofs away again, and conveniently appears directly in front of City Hall in square sun town. City Hall randomly changes color, mostly because in the second panel I drew it in I messed up and colored it the wrong color. So now it's a mood City Hall! The Super walks inside, and the receptionist says, "Hey, aren't you The Super?" and he says, "Yeah, um, I want a place to live." The receptionist says, "Well, why didn't you say so?" (Didn't he just do that?)
The End. Literally.
Let me just say, The Super only went up from there. I'll tell you more later, maybe even have pictures. But for now I'll leave you pondering over the craziness of my third grade mind.
See you next time,
PolarFarina
When I was in third grade, I invented a superhero. I didn't know what to call him so I ended up giving him the name The Super! I have a terrible reputation with names. One time I got a Build-A-Bear, and the lady was like, "What are you going to name it?" And I was like, "I don't know!" That became my bear's legal name. I Don't Know. I call her Ida for short. I also have a brown bear called Brownie, a white one called Snowball, a patchwork one called Wonderful, and a fuzzy one called Zach. I also have one called The Doctor. He has two hearts. I like him best.
So anyway, there was The Super. He has a purple hat that looks like a TV antenna, and his head is basically a rectangle with half a circle attached to the bottom for some kind of snout-thing where his mouth is. His feet are triangles, his hands are round so he looks like they're in fists all of the time, and his cape is red with an orange letter S on it, but it's so freaking long it just looks like it's red with a line down the middle. Also, his skin is green.
At first it was this random thing I drew because I was bored, and I hadn't added any color to it. My first comic I drew with him in it that I can remember was about two or three pages long and had been drawn on some random paper that had a border of cats holding balloons going around the edge.
I quickly upped my standards, though. At a Borders book store I went to regularly before it went out of business, I got my mom to buy me this blank spiral notebook with a picture of curry on it. The pages were tinted slightly orange, which I thought was the coolest thing ever.
Then I set to work. The story I drew in that notebook was a lot longer than anything I had ever attempted before. In fact, it took up almost the whole notebook. In it, The Super rescues a damsel in distress, who actually turns out to be his worst enemy in disguise: Blue Tentacle Man! (I told you I was bad at coming up with names.) The blue guy keeps trying to battle The Super, but gets interrupted because The Super has to do other stuff first, like knocking out the random drunk guy walking by (I don't really get this, and I was the one who drew it), and open a portal to another dimension. The blue guy totally freaks out when he gets sucked into the portal, but The Super is just depressed. "I thought I'd never have to do this again..." he says. I think this was just me trying to be dramatic, but I can't be sure.
When they finally land in the other dimension, The Super is obviously weakened. He groans randomly and his right leg is weird (although that could've just been me messing up while drawing). Also, there's no color in this dimension. Then he tries to use his laser eyes on the blue guy, but the laser falls short. The blue guy is amazed that he hasn't burned to a crisp and is all like, "What happened?" The Super then somehow manages to taunt the blue guy into a game of chase, and then traps him on a ledge on the side of a cliff. The bad guy finally neutralized, The Super reopens the portal, jumps through, regaining his color, and ends up... face to face with a giant T-Rex. He freaks out, and exclaims, "Oh My... GOSH!!!" I had originally written him saying, "Oh My... GOD!!!" but I guess I decided it was too explicit. I was eight years old, after all.
It's obvious that he came out either in the wrong dimension or the wrong time. Possibly both. The Super opens the portal again, and comes out the other side. He floats above a city, debating whether or not it's the city he constantly protects, then randomly decides that it is. The Super lands on the ground, and declares, "Victory!" Then this one girl says, "I didn't know you were fighting." Then some random person in the crowd shouts, "Duh! That's why he was gone 3 days!" (This dialogue is all directly from the comic, by the way. Completely unedited third grader.) I don't know about you guys, but looking back on it I don't think he had been out for that long. I mean, he trapped a guy on a cliff. Does that really take three days? Or was it the going through the portal that created some kind of time shift in The Super's reality, so that for him it was like ten minutes but for everyone else it was three days? I don't know.
Anyways, everyone's celebrating another victory, but The Super gets lost in thought, thinking about where he might actually come from. Everyone in town is a normal human, but as I established before, the Super is some kind of green alien with triangle feet and spherical hands. He's totally different, and he knows it. He sort of talks about how he kind of remembers some weird world where totally crazy stuff exists: trees with spots, dogs walking on two legs, and saltwater rivers. I realize now that last one isn't as strange as I thought it was when I was in third grade, because it is possible for saltwater and freshwater to mix within the same river, but, oh well.
So he decides to go look for this different world, because obviously he has been completely unable to do so until this very moment. He starts flying around with no particular direction until he remembers he has a magic map that can take him wherever he wants. Well, if he has that, why does he fly anywhere? Why does he even use portals? Why do I question my own logic? Of course, the Super doesn't actually know the name of his birthworld (I suppose that's what you'd call it) so he does the next logical thing: He tells his map to take him "anywhere I haven't been in a long time." Well, he's sure to find it that way! *sarcasm*
Suddenly he appears in this weird place with a square sun, pink and green spotted trees, dogs walking on two legs, and a saltwater... lake? So now it's a lake? Okay then. Also there are other people who look like The Super, except they're all different colors and they wear different hats and capes. This one guy says, "You're gonna end up scarin' someone if you keep poppin' up like that! Wait, aren't you the Super?" At this point, The Super disappears and appears somewhere else. I guess when he said "Take me anywhere I haven't been in a long time," the map must've short-circuited and decided to send him everywhere he's ever been.
The next place he ends up is this big rocky cavern with steep cliffs, and at the top is some caveman who cries out when he sees The Super magically materialize in front of him. Then he appears somewhere else with huge rocky caverns, except this place has a waterfall and an old man yelling at a butterfly. "Wait!" shouts the Super. "Go back!" He appears back in the place with the caveman. "Again..." he says, and appears in the place with the square sun and all the other random stuff.
And you know what his first thought is when he sees this wonderful world filled with people just like him? "I've got to tell my people!" Then the guy who talked to him before and asks, "Where did you get that cape?" He must really love The Super's cape because in this panel his eyes are huge and buggy. The Super replies, "Sorry, got to go!" And the other guy says, "Wait-" but The Super's already poofed away, back in the town filled with people that he constantly saves. He declares over the entire city: "People of this city, I have found my homeland and wish to go there. So I will! I'll also request another superhero to protect you. Goodbye!" and the entire city says in unison: "Goodbye!"
Let me just say: Best. Farewell speech. Ever.
Then he poofs away again, and conveniently appears directly in front of City Hall in square sun town. City Hall randomly changes color, mostly because in the second panel I drew it in I messed up and colored it the wrong color. So now it's a mood City Hall! The Super walks inside, and the receptionist says, "Hey, aren't you The Super?" and he says, "Yeah, um, I want a place to live." The receptionist says, "Well, why didn't you say so?" (Didn't he just do that?)
The End. Literally.
Let me just say, The Super only went up from there. I'll tell you more later, maybe even have pictures. But for now I'll leave you pondering over the craziness of my third grade mind.
See you next time,
PolarFarina
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Being Lazy
Hi. So I've been trying to write. And I have to say, it's pretty hard. Especially when your brain can't agree with itself.
Okay, so I'd write something pretty good. And I would like it. But then the next day I'd look at it and think it was the craziest thing in the whole world, or I'd think of something better to do, and then I'd be stuck in the middle because I loved what I wrote before but I also liked the new stuff and I can never decide which one to choose.
Then there were those times when I had the sudden urge to write or draw but then my fingers won't type right or won't draw right. And then, after lots of failures, I give up, feeling depressed at the fact that I couldn't do what I was hoping for, and wish that I get better luck next time.
There are also those times when I CAN write, and I AM writing, and then I forget what I'm writing halfway through. And all I can say to that is, "Well, it seemed like a good idea..."
Basically, I forget a lot. Like what that last sentence was for. This whole line is sort of pointless.
Something that surprises me a lot is how many views this blog has got, especially with my failure to write or draw good stuff combined with my general laziness. Last I checked, it has somewhere close to 650 views. I know that isn't a lot, but it's more than I thought I'd get. When I started this blog more than two years ago, I thought that maybe a total of four people would look at it. Three of those people belong to my family.
But I have been proven wrong.
So thanks, guys. For even just looking at my stuff.
I hope to be less lazy in the future.
Okay, so I'd write something pretty good. And I would like it. But then the next day I'd look at it and think it was the craziest thing in the whole world, or I'd think of something better to do, and then I'd be stuck in the middle because I loved what I wrote before but I also liked the new stuff and I can never decide which one to choose.
Then there were those times when I had the sudden urge to write or draw but then my fingers won't type right or won't draw right. And then, after lots of failures, I give up, feeling depressed at the fact that I couldn't do what I was hoping for, and wish that I get better luck next time.
There are also those times when I CAN write, and I AM writing, and then I forget what I'm writing halfway through. And all I can say to that is, "Well, it seemed like a good idea..."
Basically, I forget a lot. Like what that last sentence was for. This whole line is sort of pointless.
Something that surprises me a lot is how many views this blog has got, especially with my failure to write or draw good stuff combined with my general laziness. Last I checked, it has somewhere close to 650 views. I know that isn't a lot, but it's more than I thought I'd get. When I started this blog more than two years ago, I thought that maybe a total of four people would look at it. Three of those people belong to my family.
But I have been proven wrong.
So thanks, guys. For even just looking at my stuff.
I hope to be less lazy in the future.
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