Terri's Cellar Door

Stuff that happens to me, Terri.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Olympics Hooooooooo!!!!

I meant that title like in the way that you say Westward Ho. And not that there's some loose woman at the Olympics. Though, I'm sure there is. Anyway, I've been watching the Olympics since the (awesome) opening ceremonies and something that I've been watching with more and more excitement is women's gymnastics. There are people who know much more about the sport and can talk with a lot more expertise than I ever could. I can, however, talk with great wisdom and experience from the perspective of a person who just totally blown away by these athletes and what they can do. I totally am blown away by our two American stars, Shawn Johnson and Nastia Luikin. I mean, wow, these two young women are certainly the best gymnasts in the world, and watching them has been a joy and a privilege. You can really respect how long and hard they've worked to become as amazingly awesome as they are. After watching the team all-around (where we won silver), the all-around (where Nastia and Shawn went 1-2) and every single other event I could manage to cram into my schedule, I have just grown more and more proud of each of our women, and their skills. Both of them bring different things to the table, but each are so dominant at all of these different events, it just boggles the mind. So, today, learning that Shawn won her first gold of the games, in the balance beam no less, I was just so proud of herI was almost giddy. I was absolutely sure she'd walk away with the gold in at least one event, but I didn't think it'd be the last event of the entire gymnastics competition. Even after knowing the outcome, I'm still going to tune in tonight, and see the final event, and I'll be even happier when Shawn walks away with the gold a second time.
Meanwhile, I have been having some problems in this Olympic year. Basically, I'm an American, and I totally love America, but I certainly have a lot of respect for China, and want them to do well. On the other hand, I don't want them to beat us in the medal race (cause that's all Americans care about anyway), but I don't want China to have it's hopes crushed. What I mean is, I mean, I know that these games are more than just games. The Party (big P) is using it to try to sway the people and cover up big problems they're having. But then again, the spirit of the people are on the athletes, and the athletes themselves feel the pressure of more than a billion people. And now Liu Xiang (the hurdeler) is out with an Achilles problem. The American announcers can barely contain they're joy. You couldn't throw a cat without seeing billboards of him all around Beijing. He was the biggest deal of the Olympics, and I can't help it that I'm a little sad to see him out.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Hurtful words in front of hidden strangers and a terse goodbye

Sometimes I hate people. Not black people or white people. Not mormons or scientologists. Not nazis and skinheads. All people. Like, every single solitary person who has ever walked the face of the earth. Every single solitary, slobbering, idiotic one of them. I don't become like that all the time just when I hear about really (pardon my language here) retarded people. Like this: There was this kid named Ryan White, who lived in Indiana. And he got AIDS from a blood transfusion and the stupid people at his stupid school refused to let him come to school. Like, just refused. Now granted, at the time, AIDS was a pretty unknown disease, but there was research done, and it said conclusively that you couldn't get AIDS from being in the same airspace as somebody, as you eating off a lunch tray they had two weeks ago, or from them delivering your newspaper. Like, and it just wasn't the way that t they banned this kid from school. It was the way they completely shut him down and wouldn't even let him come to class. I mean, he doesn't have to get in the pool, or even eat lunch to sit within three feet of your precious bundle of joy. Parents kept their kids out of school (which I'm sure the kids were just happy to get class off), and there was tons of legislation going on, all the while they were basically destroying the soul of this kid who already had a terrible disease. While I was reading it, I just wished that while he was alive I could have not only shaken this kid's hand, but gone up and given him a full fledged bear hug, and let him know that all people were awful, something I'm sure he learned once he moved to a new town. Sure, the parents were scared, but that's when you mobilize yourself and get to know the facts, and not be scared by blind fear. After awhile, I'm sure it just became a matter of principle, they had kept Ryan out of school that long, why not until senior year? Sometimes, I hate people.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Scooty Puff Jr. SUCKS!!!

In this article, here, the writer wonders why Christian Bale makes his voice so deep when he's Batman, and talks normally as Bruce Wayne. They talk to the long time voice of Batman in many venues, Kevin Conroy, who many will recognize as the true voice of Batman. I would like to note that I love the guy, and he certainly will always be the voice of Batman to me. Anyway, this is not some crazy secret, or something that is hard to understand. Unlike Clark Kent who seems to live in a universe of idiots who never have any suspicions, Bruce Wayne goes to great lengths to conceal his identity. He hides his voice because it will make it harder for people to identify him as Bruce Wayne. Duh. I mean, this whole stupid article, people acting like, "why, o, why does he make his voice sound like that?" Why is this not evident to people? I have no idea. People are dumb.

Anyway, this post isn't about that. And like so many of my posts, deviates from the first paragraph and moves on into uncharted territory. I hoped you enjoyed the story that I posted. I doubt that anyone read it, but I'm certainly going to keep plugging away at this thing. If there's anything I know how to do it's beat a dead horse. I'm working on another story now, and after taking some advice from Robert Heinlen, I hope to keep doing so for a long time. This post is actually about wrestling. Um, you wouldn't know this, because I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned it, but I love wrestling. Like, seriously. I've watched it for years, and being a girl that's really into wrestling hasn't really always worked to my favor, but I can't help it. I mean, there are these guys (half naked guys), stomping around the ring and grappling with each other. Ahem. Anyway, they're great athletes and I love watching it. The WWE (formerly WWF) took over all the shows years ago, and now my weeks wrestling watching consists of RAW on Mondays, ECW (sometimes) on Tuesday, and Smackdown on Friday. So, anyway, everything's scripted now and really cheesy, and I totally love it, and each show as a GM or General Manager who schedules matches and just basically either helps out the good guys and smashes the bad guys, or helps the bad guys and hinders the good guys. Anyway, RAW (which is the best show anyway) just got a new GM, and I was totally mad because I wanted it to be Stephanie McMahon, daughter of Vince McMahon, CEO of WWE. Instead, it's some random guy that I haven't even heard of before. See Steph was running around late 90's early 00's as the spoiled daughter of Vince, who basically could do anything she wanted and get away with it. She was sometimes a face, but mostly a heel, and the crowd loved to hate her. I'm kind of a sucker for powerful women, and I couldn't get enough. I mean, she was evil, and conniving, and brutal, but there was just something so real about her. She is certainly my favorite wrestler of all time, even though she only held the Women's Championship for a short time. She was GM for a while, and got in everybody's way, and it really was the perfect opportunity for her to become GM again. People are ready to forget about her and her reign as badass of the century, and she needs to come back just for a short time at least, to remind them how much she can crush them with a look. Plus she had great entrance music. All the greatest superstars do. I mean, think about it, a good superstar has to have music that's going to get people standing up and roaring in the stands. Without that, you're always just going to be mediocre. Anyway, I was really hoping she'd come back, and when she didn't, well, it hurt my feelings a little bit. Meanwhile, on a un-Stephanie, but pro wrestling related note; I'm totally ready to become GM of RAW. I mean, I know exactly what matches I want to see, and frankly, if I ever run out of ideas, I can just call my brother and he'll come up with something so off the wall it'll be a hit. If Vickie Guerrero can do it, so can I. Meanwhile, I've got the attitude, the ring presence, and I'd really, really, really, really like to. And, I could get into a little bit better shape, and actually get into the ring, capturing the women's title. Well, if I didn't have to face Beth Phoenix. I don't mind being a heel for a while, but my GM would be tough, but fair, and so concerned with keeping things even, she'd be will to work against the heels and the faces. I would be sooooo good at that. So, anyway, one day I hope to work for the WWE in some capacity, maybe starting as a writer, and working my way up. So, look for me out there people. Now, I've just got to come up with some good entrance music.

* I've taken a hint from Henning at The Magic Kingdom, and started splitting this thing up into paragraphs. You're welcome, peeps.
** I did the F U (a John Cena move) on my little brother, and I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my shoulder.
*** What ever happened to Carlito? He was a great heel.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Dette landet Harald berget med sin kjemperad

Dette er et innlegg av min venn Henning som er fra Norge. Jeg kan ikke forvente at grammatikken vil være perfekt fordi jeg gjør dette ved hjelp av Google. Allikevel, jeg fortsatt ikke snakker noe norsk, men jeg er å få en respekt for og kunnskap om Norge, særlig med Santa's butikk som hele veien opp dit. Jeg tror Henning er en herlig person som kan beskrive homofil sex på en svært interessant måte, og som, gitt de rette omstendigheter, kan være veldig morsom, vittig og god på matte. Han og jeg både liker Firefly, som er kjempebra, og han har sammenlignet meg til Kaylee Frye, som er den beste kompliment at noen har noensinne gitt meg. The End.

Yes, that last part wasn't in Norwegian, and I don't even think that the grammar was that good, but what can you expect from Google? Really? Well, greatness, but other than that? I'm getting ready to head back to school, but I'm doing a little writing, so I will try to keep posting here. I know I have an obligation to my public, so to speak. But trust me, I will not tire, will never rest, until I've posted here at least once in the next three months. Ambitious to be sure, but that's the kind of dedication that I put into this thing, people. Usually, here are the end is where I put some sort of vague promise, like I'll post a story, or a review, or something, but I don't really have anything in mind, so it'll just have to come as it does.

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