The Lego Batman Movie Review: I am slightly less bad at MarioKart then my parents (look, guys, I love you, but you’re really bad, we both know that, we played it today)

I am. Extremely bad at keeping a blog. I am extremely bad at a lot of things. I’m just really goshdarn lazy.

Uhhhh so what on EARTH have I been up to since my last (serious) blog post?? Well, I had to work for a big exhibition my school had. That was cool. And now my professionally-printed art is hanging in my house! Baller. I also continued rehearsals for a little 45 minute play and performed that four times in two days. I like to believe I did an excellent job. Oh, and I got my hair cut. And I saw Rent. Then we went up to Oregon to meet my sister at college, then we went up to Seattle to tour two colleges before flying back home. Then I saw The Lego Batman Movie, which was so amazing oh my gosh??? So if you couldn’t tell this is going to be a review of The Lego Batman Movie.

So first off, backstory of me going to the movie. So basically if you didn’t know I’m kind of bad at making friends, so I’ve been trying harder this calendar year. Which meant that I invited a friend I made to come to the movie with me! First time in a long time I’ve invited a person to do something, hah. After a bit of scheduling mishaps we managed to decide on Thursday in the afternoon. We met up at the theatre, got snacks, sat down and watched this masterpiece of a movie, then hung out afterwards to finish off the free refill we got on popcorn. And we’re probably going to do this again in September when The Lego Ninjago Movie comes out! Oh, and I put on a special outfit for this momentous occasion.

So first off: spoiler-free review. If you’ve seen The Lego Movie, it’s pretty much as good as that one! And if you haven’t seen The Lego Movie, you’re fine. There isn’t anything in there you can’t understand – there are like 2 references to it in there, tops. There are definitely some jokes that are specific to Batman lore, but I think you can enjoy it without extensive knowledge of Batman’s history – I mean, as long as you understand Batman’s basic premise (guy dresses up as bat and fights crime along with various youngsters in halloween costumes) you can certainly get most of them!

Honestly? This movie was a breath of fresh air when it came to superhero flicks. I’m sure everyone and their mother has told you by now that superhero movies have been ridiculously serious and gritty recently, and boy howdy that is true. I mean we don’t need it to be ridiculously campy like the Batman 60’s show, but we can have a serious movie without making everything boring grays! And this certainly shows it. There is a serious conflict and sense of urgency in this film, but it still manages to be light-hearted and funny.

I just realized last time I tried to divide this review up into categories or something?? LOL that’s for scrubs, real reviewers just barf out their feelings without any sense of structure.

Alright let’s go into the SPOILER ZONE!! Below the cut.

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Is Poptropica too un-American?

We all know Poptropica is a game played world-wide. The leader of the PHB is from East Asia, after all. Even so, there are Poptropicans in America as well, and the creators sure know this. Or do they? Is Poptropica too un-American?

You may not agree with this, but let’s look at all the evidence…

  • Poptropica is working on making itself available in languages other than English.
  • Over half of the events in Time Tangled don’t take place in America.
  • Arabian Knights, period. Oh, and Nabooti Island, period.
  • Sure, it may seem like a ton of islands are based off of places in America, and that is true. But look closer…



(Pictures from the Poptropica Help Blog)

  • The whole beachwear advertisement on the home page: what about the people who live in the Northern hemisphere? It’s winter for them…
  • The Poptropica flag in Lunar Colony sort of references the European flag, with the stars representing the islands/countries.
  • In Reality TV, it claims that Bucky Lucas solves Global Warming. What about American Warming?
  • Astro-Knights takes place in medieval Europe. What about medieval America?
  • Some of the more recent contests have been available to people not in the US!
  • On the World Champions map for SUIs, they have a map for the entire rest of the world, not just the US!
  • Etc, etc, etc…

As you can see, Pop could possibly be just a little too global, and I seriously hope that Pop Worlds is a more American game. Will that actually happen? I have no clue.

Oh, I almost forgot: Happy late Valentine’s Day! ❤


(P.S. This is a joke post, if you can’t tell.)

Cars, Driving, and Golf Carts: Vroom vroom I’m in me car

Alright, today’s post is just going to be a big long list of personal anecdotes all about a specific theme: cars. Why? Because I like talking about myself, I need to write something, and whatever the heck man it’s my blog I can do what I want.

Okay, so first segment, childhood. Some of these might be a little wrong since my memory is bad, and some of these aren’t about me, but they’re about my family so whatever man they count.

As kids we watched Schoolhouse Rock! a lot. At one point, my mom got us a video game for it – I rather enjoyed it, there were some cool games on there. Forget the name of it. It was one of those really old video games, a CD-ROM for playing on the computer. Which was also an old computer. I think at that point in time we still had dial-up connection. Look, I’m old, okay? At any rate, my brother didn’t play this game, but he enjoyed watching me play the game. He especially enjoyed the player character, which was the bunny from the “Lucky Number Seven” song, who bounced around the screen as you went from game to game. He thought that was super funny. (What can I say, he was like, 4.)  At any rate, we were playing this video game just before we were heading out in the car to go… somewhere. (As sidenote, he also had an annoying habit of forgetting his shoes when we went into the car. Just weird little brother things I guess.) He was short enough at this point to be able to stand up in the car. So he went into the car (I was seated at this point) and decided to tell me “Hey, isn’t it funny how the bunny goes-” and at this point he decided to try to jump like the bunny. Thing is, he was short enough to stand up in the car, but not short enough to be able to jump up and down in the car. So he hit his head. Wah-wah. Of course, it was all terrible at the time and he was in huge pain, but in hindsight I find it freaking hilarious.

Also when we were young, we always rode in the minivan, and next to the sliding door there’s those little handles next to the doors, right? Well, my sister (who was four at the time (I was like two, I can’t remember this incident I heard it from my parents)) decided to try and swing on them like they were monkey bars. Well, suffice to say the handle remains broken to this day. It’s not really designed to support the weight of a four year old.

Speaking of my sister, we have two cars that she decided to name as a kid – the minivan is named Rosalie and the CRV is named Adelaide. Another nickname we’ve given to the CRV is the Barkmobile, since my dad used to pick up tanbark in it all the time for our yard – so it would constantly smell like bark whenever my dad took us anywhere, one of the places being gymnastics followed by going to Jamba Juice. Or, as we called it, Gym Juice and Jambanastics. (I can’t remember which was which now.) Along with the blends we got from Jamba Juice (I always got (and still get) Citrus Squeeze), we also picked up tortilla chips that had the brand name of Corazonas. And because we’re very creative, we decided to name a little pink flamingo that was also kept in the Barkmobile Corazonas. We enjoyed messing around with him a bunch – we’d stick him out the car window, roll up the window and have him stick out it. We were certainly safe kids. (Maybe that story my sister tells me about how I once lost a doll out a car window isn’t a lie…) Sometimes my dad decided to let Corazonas “drive” as well, by putting him on the steering wheel and swerving a bit while on the road. He’s certainly a safe driver. (Note: this is sarcasm, please be a safer driver than my dad, don’t do this unless you’re a professional). Speaking of my dad and good ideas, he also decided that the best thing to do while driving next to a big patch of cows would be to roll down the windows for some “fresh air”. Worst idea ever Dad, 0/10, we were stuck with the smell of cows for far too long.

So that last paragraph was nothing in particular, just a bunch of little nonsense. Whatever. Let’s have some more of that, but vacation-related! So to get to vacation destinations, we’d ride in one of those vans with four rows of seats that always smell bad, right? Well, I actually have a different problem with the vans, which is a very specific part of the seat. It’s not the bottom of the seat where your butt goes, it’s the part below that, where the back of your legs rub up against. That part. The vans we always got in… those part was always really scratchy. And I almost never wear pants/skirts that cover up my lower legs (and definitely not in the summer, which was when these vacations were), meaning I always had to deal with it. Ugh. By the time I figured out to bring a little cloth diaper (it’s just a little soft piece of fabric I don’t think we ever used them as actual diapers) to cover up the scratchy part, we started using a different service that didn’t have the scratchy leg-parts. Wah-wah.

Another time when we were heading up to our grandparents house in NorCal, my parents put a movie into a little DVD player for the car since we were little babies who couldn’t handle doing nothing for two hours. Weak. (I think the movie was High School Musical, if y’all care.) At any rate, after the movie was over, the DVD player did this weird thing where it had its logo alternate between red and green and bounce around the screen. So at one point I fell asleep and groggily woke up to see this to think “oh it’s the bouncy ball show they have on TV”. …I have no idea what I was thinking.

Last up is some golf cart shenanigans we got into when we visited Lake Tahoe! A few times when I was young my Dad let me “drive” the golf cart on two different occassions – one time I got to control the gas, and another time I got to control the steering wheel. Never both at the same time. However, this is about the time my brother and I drove a golf cart on accident. So basically we were bored while waiting for our family to finish up at the local hang-out, so went to the golf cart early for some reason. And I guess the keys were left in the car, since we unlocked the parking brake or something and the car started moving. I think it moved less than two yards, tops, but it scared the crap out of us little kids, who were both under ten at the time.

Alright, next segment is present or recent-ish. Most of which deal with me driving, but on purpose and not by accident!

So when I was on a driving instructing lesson (where ya get in car with trained instructor and dink around driving for two hours), we were going down a busy street when this. this complete BUTTHEAD cuts right the frick in front of me. I almost got dinged! My instructor said that was a case I should’ve honked my horn. Dang right it was! …But I didn’t, since I didn’t think of it / I’m too nice.

Another time I should’ve honked at somebody was when I was driving down a street with a 25 mph speed limit, with only one lane going each way. Now, as you may know, Californian drivers don’t really like going the speed limit, but rather about 10 mph above it. So there was this guy tailgating me a lot, not really liking my speed at all. And then, when there were no cars going the other direction… he cuts the frick in front of me. As in, he goes into the other goshdarn lane, OVER THE DOUBLE YELLOW LINE, AND GOES AROUND ME. If you didn’t know, this is super duper hecka illegal. My mom who was in the car with me agreed: that guy was a butthead.

Another time I was in the car recently with my mom I wasn’t actually driving – she was. But it was a bit of a struggle since we were going to the recycling center to drop off cans and bottles (in California and a few other states, you get money for it – start collecting folks!), as well as to drop off some recyclable plastics they don’t pick up curbside. But my parents had missed a round and we didn’t have the minivan available to drive since someone else had taken it, so we had to fit tons and tons and tons of cans into our little CRV. It was so full we could barely see out the rearview mirror. (Kids please don’t do this it’s a very bad idea.) At any rate we managed to get there without incident and dropped off all of our stuff so huzzah!

So, about three years ago, we got another car – a Nissan Leaf. It’s the car I drive in the most since it’s nice and easy. It’s my friend. I drove it to school today. My sister, like she named the other two cars, at the age of 16 named this car again – Shannon Wilson Belle, from the movie Cannibal which you probably shouldn’t watch since it’s from the creators of South Park. But I digress. So it was earlier this year, actually, when this occurred – it was the end of the Homecoming Picnic and we had some leftover stuff, as in banners and napkins and a handful of cupcakes. Since I biked to school that day, my plan was to put them in the locker and pick up everything later. I discovered something bad had happened when I reached my brother’s our locker, however – the lock was missing. I opened up to discover that the one thing we’d been keeping in there – a little silver pouch – had been opened up. Now, this would’ve been the most disappointed locker robber in the world – you want to know what I kept in that pouch? It wasn’t lunch money or credit cards, it was pads. For periods. We placed them in a fancy silver pouch in case my brother had to open the locker around his friends and didn’t want to get embarrassed or whatever if there were pads in there. At any rate, this freaked me out – what if someone stole the cupcakes or the napkins?? So I ut the stuff in the locker and proceeded to bike home the fastest I have ever biked in my entire life. My plan was simple – bike home, take Shannon Wilson Belle back to school, bring back the stuff, done. However, I discovered that when I came home that the Leaf had been taken out by my mom and brother to go to an appointment or something. Now, up to this point I had only driven the van once and it didn’t go so well. So after deliberating for a bit, I decided to take the van. Getting to school was easy enough, even thought it was a little weird. I couldn’t park in the parking lot since it was before 3, but it was after 2 so I could park on the street. Thank goodness! I then discovered something – I couldn’t get the key out. Took a little fumbling but I finally managed to get it out – think I forgot to put it in park or something, heh. I managed to get the cupcakes and stuff into the car no problem, but my mom and my brother had come back from the appointment to discover the van was missing. Oops. So she went out in the Leaf to try and find me (I wasn’t answering my phone since my phone was dead.) So once I got home I had to calm down Mom and that’s when I learned I should never presume my mom won’t come home before I do because when I presume I make a pres out of you and me. Wait, I think that’s wrong.

We got a new lock later, and we haven’t gotten locker robbed since, phew.

Next thing was before I got my learner’s permit – this is up at Lake Tahoe again. Basically our family came up with the best idea ever – to have our Golf Cart be named Cartman. Haha get it, like Eric Cartman and a Golf Cart! So we printed out a picture of Eric Cartman and put it on the windshield. That’s about all we did, but it was the best thing we’ve ever done. My brother’s going to get to drive Cartman this Summer. Wish him luck guys!

So that’s about it for this post! I also have another fun car-related story that I can’t really talk about here since it has a lot of swears involved, but feel free to DM me or ask on #mature about “the gift”.

So… I guess upcoming posts will have to be a review of Pokémon Moon, some other reviews of some TV shows I’ve started watching recently, and maybe I’ll finally do something involving Journal 3.


Periods, Presidents, and Dreams, Oh My!: A big long rant post about various topics

So, I was writing a post, it was totally awesome and wowing everyone, I was so glad I was finally getting my shiznit together and actually making another post, and then I realized I dreamed the whole thing up. Pbbbt.

Which leads me to the topic of today’s post: why I fricking hate dreams. Also various rants about other things happening in my life right now, like politics and menstruation, which will be put below a “read more” so that little kids don’t get scarred by opinions on the Head Cheeto and the completely natural thing about 50% of the population goes through at least once in their life.

So, dreams. For most of my young life, I didn’t experience dreams so much. And by this I mean I didn’t remember my dreams. Everybody dreams, I just don’t like remembering them. Why? For me, they’re too realistic. Now, of course, I don’t mean they make sense, really – once I wake up I often look back and kind of wonder how I could’ve possibly thought it was real. Regardless of the content, the scenarios I find myself in are just realistic enough to confuse me – for example, as in the recent dream I had, I was writing a blog post for this very blog.

I think now is a fine time to note that I am able to read in my dreams. The first time I observed this phenomenon personally was a few years ago when I was in middle school, but in the dream I was at the elementary school with a DS that had a sticker that said “This is the property of Emily and Adam”. Now, it didn’t actually say “Adam” – it had a different name – but that’s not important here. I have talked to my family members about this, and they say they cannot read in their dreams no matter how hard they try. Meanwhile, I dream and find myself browsing the Internet, using Discord, and watching Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse. (Look, I told you they were realistic, right?) I also saw an episode of Batman: The Animated Series where he (Batman) figured out he was in a dream because he couldn’t read in it. My casual Google searching on the matter has yielded no results, so I’m curious: can you read in your dreams? Or am I just a Special Snowflake?

Anyways, back to why I hate dreams. The thing is, once I wake up, I’m not sure what actually happened and what was in my weird dreamscape, like say, the blog post I wrote in the dream. (I have absolutely no idea what I was writing it about, but I definitely wrote it.) Of course, details may be tweaked in a dream – like the layout of Disneyland when I dream I’m there and trying to help two lovely tourists find a ride only to find I don’t know where the ride is even though I’ve been going to the park for 15 years and should definitely know this by now.

Quite possibly the worst instance of this was a few years ago. Remember how I mentioned the Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse episode? At this point in time, BLITD was kind of… sporadic with when the episodes were released, and we hadn’t had one in months. I was also the only active admin on the wiki. Thus when I dreamed there was a new episode, I recall getting excited in the dream about having to update the wiki. A little while later while I was conscious I realized it was a dream and instantly became depressed that there wasn’t a new episode.

So while my brother is trying to get lucid dreams (he got really close the other day, apparently – he became aware he was in a dream seconds before he woke up), I’m trying to get my dreams to go away. Maybe if I had a better sleep schedule that would help? Or would that be detrimental? Hmm…

Alright, that’s enough of that. Time for me to rant about periods and politics after the read-more.

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