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Post by mst3kluv on Aug 2, 2009 15:39:02 GMT -5
Hi, everyone. Well, as you may have already figured out, I'm a wheelchair bound teenager. Yeah, you're probably thinking to yourself Ohnoes, a wheelchair person, she must need halp wit everything!!!11 Yeah. The reason why I'm in a wheelchair is because I have a condition called Cerebral Palsy. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_palsyI, of course, can't walk but my arm control is fine, with a few exceptions. (I can't type and print as fast as normal people.) I pretty much lead a normal life for the most part. I enjoy playing video games such as Pokemon and Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Finally, here's a picture of the wheelchair I have. It's called the Rhythm M5 and it's full of awesome. img156.imageshack.us/img156/2138/89853126.jpgThe color of my wheelchair is actually black.
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Post by CBG on Aug 3, 2009 12:04:20 GMT -5
Wow, mst3kluv, that chair's cooler than the BGC-19. Thanks for the honesty...and the perspective.
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Post by mst3kluv on Aug 5, 2009 23:13:00 GMT -5
Apparently my wheelchair has issues at the moment. Every night, when I go to bed, my wheelchair gets charged up. Now normally, the charger (when turned on) is supposed to have a green light blinking and is supposed to softly hum. Well, last night, the charger had both a green and red light on it which means something is wrong (obviously). So now I have to go to my local wheelchair service provider on Friday. Which means I'll probably have to miss Powersoccer. What's Powersoccer you may ask? It's basically soccer played with motorized wheelchairs. It's full of awesome and I have met some of my friends there. Though it may not seem like it, Powersoccer is actually a worldwide sport. There are Powersoccer teams in Japan, France, and Arizona. You know what's also annoying about getting my wheelchair repaired? I just visited the place two weeks ago. -_-
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Post by mst3kluv on Aug 10, 2009 14:04:28 GMT -5
Well, I've finshed the first chapter of a fanfic which I want to share with you guys. It's a Harry Potter/Mst3k crossover. For continuity, mst3k is set in season 9 while HP is in book 5 for this story. Please tell me what you think.
The inky blackness of space was calm and peaceful. Every single object seemed to move in its own way. Time seemed to standstill. But for the crew aboard the dog bone shaped ship affectionately called The Satellite of Love, a new adventure was just beginning…
One of the occupants, a golden robot resembling an avian, named Crow yawned sleepily. He thought of the pranks he was going to pull on Mike and Tom that day when he noticed that Cambot was awake. Cambot, as you may have guessed was a robot whose primary function was to be used as a camera to record Mike and the bots’ adventures. You see, Mike and the bots were being held captive on the Satellite of Love and forced to watch bad movies once a week by their captor, Pearl Forrester. When Cambot was awake, that was the sign that Pearl was going to send them a movie.
Crow then called Mike, Tom, and Gypsy up to the bridge. Mike, a blond haired human who was wearing a blue jumpsuit, shuddered at the thought of having to see Troll 2. Tom Servo, a red robot resembling a gumball machine, complained loudly about being woken up at this hour in the morning. Gypsy, a purple robot resembling a snake, mumbled something about Richard Basehart and sighed. The red light on the console began blinking and Mike muttered sleepily, “Yes Mrs. Forrester”?
At Castle Forrester, there was a mixture of glee and confusion in the air. Observer, known as “Brain Guy” to his cohorts, was an albino wearing a purple cape. He also carried his brain around in a bowl. Observer was actually a member of an advanced race who has evolved to a point where their intelligence has gotten so great they have to carry their brains in bowls.
“This is ridiculous!!” Observer complained, “Why would a school of magic even exist when even the basic of logic denies its existence!” His ranting was interrupted when a large ape, known as Bobo, cheerily skipped into the room. “I get to go to Hogwarts; I get to be a wizard!” Bobo sang happily.
“Listen up, banana brain.” retorted Observer, “I do so hate to tell you this, but if we all go to this so-called “Magic School”, there is a 90 percent probability that we will be scammed out of everything we own.”
Bobo looked shocked. “We will not!”
Observer shot back. “ Yes we will!”
“Will not!”
“Will too!”
“STOP ARGUGEING, YOU IDIOTS!!” Shrieked a voice from down the corridor.
Pearl Forrester, a blonde haired woman in a lime-green lab coat stormed into the room. She looked to be in her 40’s and the amount of make-up on her face made one think that she was trying re-apply what the ravages of age had not taken from her. She turned and faced the main view screen. “Oh, hey there Nelson.” She said cheerily, “I just received a letter from this magic school called, I dunno, Hobknobs or something.” “Well anyway, they want me to become the new Muggle Studies teacher after the last one met an unfortunate… accident.” “I didn’t know she was severely allergic to bananas!!” Bobo shrieked.
“Wow. So, will you accept the position”? Mike replied non-chalauntly.
Pearl’s face lit up. “Are you kidding ?! Of course!” she replied, “Think of how much fun it would be for me to teach those wizard children that Monster A Go-go is the most popular movie of all time!!” At this remark, Pearl laughed evilly. “Oh by the way, Nel and tin-cans, you’re coming with me!” “ But…why?” Mike said.
“Because, you know better about this so-called “muggle life” than I do.” Insisted Pearl, “Besides, Mike, you’ve seen some pretty good movies on that satellite, am I right?”
It was all Mike and the bots could do not to bust a gut laughing.
All of a sudden, something appeared in Castle Forrester!! It was a football with a note attached to it.
The note said, Pearl. Use this to transport you and your funny friends aboard that spaceship to Hogwarts. To transport, just touch the football. ~Albus Dumbledore
Everyone looked skeptical, but Bobo jumped up and cheered, “ Yipee! I’m going to Hogwarts!!” and touched the football despite Observer’s protests.
Both the Satellite of Love and Castle Forrester seemed to disappear. An intense white vortex surrounded our characters. Just before they blacked out due to the shock, they all thought that they heard a voice yell Protego!
What do you think sirs?
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Post by Gripweed on Aug 12, 2009 19:12:09 GMT -5
Very good so far.
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Post by Bix Dugan on Aug 28, 2009 23:52:43 GMT -5
It just HAD to be Harry Potter...
Yaaa!
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Post by mst3kluv on Sept 4, 2009 20:54:04 GMT -5
Hi! I've written a original story that I wanted to share with you guys!! Please, tell me what you think. Without further ado, I present to you, the Moonlit Wolf... There really was not much to be seen in a small desolate forest. Sure, you’d get the occasional animal noises and sometimes your imagination would cause shadows to jump out at you, but other than that it was perfectly still. When I was a kid, this forest used to be home to a zillion nightmare-inducing creatures, or so it seemed to be. I suppose when you get older you realize these “monsters” are all just part of your delusional little imaginative brain, or just Old Man Jetson next door. Ok, at this point you’re probably wondering who the hell is talking to you and why is he walking through these woods on a full moonlight night. ( Wait, did I tell you it was night? Crap. Sorry I’m like, new to this whole “writing” thing.) Hi, my name is Dil, Dil Pickle. You’re probably wondering what the whole bracket thing was about. Fear not, I will tell you more about it later. Anyway, back to me. I’m, as you may have already guessed, named after Dil Pickles from the TV show Rugrats. My parents were both HUGE fans of the show and have collected every piece of merchandise known to man. They even have quite a few animation cells from the show and if that wasn’t bad enough, my parents are fans of the comic strip Family Circus. Everywhere you look in my house, you will always find a zillion newspaper cutouts of the strip. If that wasn’t bad enough, A Family Circus Christmas was required viewing every holiday season. Ugh, I’m so glad I got out of there. The brackets that you might have seen earlier belong to a voice in my head. Okay, I’ll admit, that sounded really strange, but there is a good explanation. That voice in my head controls everything about me. What I like, think, see and do is controlled by the voice. “How did I get this voice in my head?” You might ask. I have no clue how it got there, it’s been with me as long as I can remember. One day, I woke up and heard a girl’s voice say to me, ( “ K, I have to write you for like, English class.”). Whatever that meant. She told me her name was Electra Irene Cassiopeia, but I know her real name is Stephanie. (Hey, you’re like, not supposed to know that!!) How do I know her real name?? Well, one day, I saw these words in the sky that said Stephanie Daniels. Strangely enough, right in the center of the sky, there were the words The Moonlit Wolf. Stephanie then told me that it was my fate to go on a journey to search for the mystical item known as the Moonlit Wolf. For no particular reason, I found myself agreeing to what she said. I then pushed my blond hair up out of my eyes, straightened my fedora, dusted off my jacket (which she told me looked just like the fedora and jacket from the Indiana Jones movies) and set off on my quest. You know what’s really weird?? The only thing that I could remember before I started telling this story was me walking through the forest. That was it. Then, as I am walking through the forest, I started to gain some more memories about my past. I am strangely not shocked by this sudden rush of memories, to me it seems like the memories have always been there, even though I could not remember anything about them before. To me, this is normal. After all, doesn’t everyone remember only one thing and then regain their past memories, as they’re talking?? Doesn’t everyone have a voice controlling them, deciding what we do and how we do things?? ( Okay, I think we need to, like, get back to the story here.) Oh right, the story. Anyway, as I am walking through the forest on this moonlit night, I come across an old, small house. Suddenly, as though an icy arrow goes straight though my head, I gain another memory. I remember now! This is where the Moonlit Wolf is!! I push the door open, hearing a bone chilling creak. Carefully, I step through the house, avoiding any traps that might have been placed inside the dwelling. Suddenly, as quickly and unexpected as a new memory, I get swallowed up by darkness. Good? Bad? What do you think? There will be more to come of this story in the future. Here's what Dil Pickle looks like. url=http://tektek.org/avatar/30787926] [/url] I know the layering is bad, but it's the best that I could do with it.
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Post by mst3kluv on Nov 18, 2009 11:25:52 GMT -5
Wow, long time since I posted anything here, huh?
Anyway, I'm not sure how much help I'm going to get from strangers on a forum about a 20 year old show, but here goes,
I want to become a writer when I graduate high school. Now, English is my best subject, and I've written some things for fun. But the area of writing I've had the most success in? Writing MSTings.
Yeah.
Do any of you think I'm wasting my time writing these MSTings and should practice writing stories?
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Post by Gripweed on Nov 18, 2009 17:10:01 GMT -5
Nah. If MSTings are your thing, go for it!
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Post by mst3kluv on Nov 18, 2009 19:04:06 GMT -5
Yeah, but I don't think mocking other people's work is going to help me succeed in any field of writing.
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Post by siamesesin on Nov 19, 2009 11:46:18 GMT -5
Yeah, but I don't think mocking other people's work is going to help me succeed in any field of writing. Sure it does, all the time. There are paid critics for every medium out there. There's also academia, where it seems most spend their words ripping apart the words of others.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Nov 19, 2009 14:17:05 GMT -5
The only useful advice to a hopeful writer is "Write!" If you want to focus on comedy, then MiSTings are great practice. But, like sia said, there are also plenty of writing careers that are based on creative commentary, whether formal (like academics) or humorous (like MST, the Soup and its various rip-offs, a good deal of magazine writing, etc.).
So why not? Just try some other forms along with that, too.
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Post by CBG on Nov 20, 2009 13:35:24 GMT -5
The only useful advice to a hopeful writer is "Write!" Excellent advice. I would add to that "Read!". For every word you write, read a hundred. Soon you'll be writing in your head all the time, which makes writing it down that much more fluid.
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Post by mst3kluv on Dec 18, 2009 0:46:08 GMT -5
I have a quick little story for you all today:
Today, my Socials Studies teacher told us (since it is the day before Christmas Break tomorrow at my school) that she would show us some Christmas Specials. Well, one kid asked if we could all watch Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. I'm going to bring the MSTed version of the film in tomorrow and see what she thinks of it.
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Post by mst3kluv on Dec 18, 2009 16:34:51 GMT -5
Well, SCCTM didn't work out. There were only a total of two people (including me) who wanted to watch it. And on a completely unrelated note, I'm posting this song here because it sounds like something Joel would write. www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP8vlIn02JYIf I don't post again, Merry Christmas.
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