Earth Hour

Remember kids:  It's Earth Day today!

OMG!  You don't know what Earth Hour is?  You should feel ashamed of yourself!  Earth Hour is a worldwide event held at 8:30pm.  At 8:30, everyone is expected to turn off the lights for a WHOLE hour, to conserve energy/electricity.

So join in the fun tonight.  Remember, it's for a good cause!

Let's save our planet!



-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 26

Beavers are like, so awesome....

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 26

26 Chapters, but only 20 pages on my Microsoft Word document.  Lol.

Chapter 26:
“Ridiculous, Princess Marilynn. This is utterly ridiculous.” Prince Samson heaved and groaned as Princess Marilynn climbed on top of his shoulders.
“Wait…Just one more second!” Marilynn reached for the window. She stepped on her tippy toes, much to Samson’s discomfort, and with a grunt, she managed to reach her destination.
She peered out the window. To her joyful surprise, there were ropes outside. The ropes were just on the grass. How convenient, Marilynn thought.
Prince Samson couldn’t take it anymore. He struggled under Marilynn’s weight, and he toppled over. Marilynn fell down with him, letting out a scream. “Ouch!” She groaned, clearly displeased. “Oh, seriously…” Marilynn rubbed her head painfully.
“How much do you weigh?” Samson rubbed his head too.
Marilynn ignored him, and turned to the two kings and queens. “There are ropes outside,” she said. “If one of us could somehow escape through the window…We’d all be saved.”
“But who?” Queen Lily asked, incredulous. “Who could do such a thing?”
Marilynn smiled, and turned her head to Prince Samson. “You make a fine ladder, Prince,” she chuckled. “If you could let me climb onto you again…”
Prince Samson immediately shook his head. “No way, Princess. You are far too heavy for me to support.”
But through arguing and protests, finally Prince Samson caved in. Marilynn climbed onto his shoulders again, and once again peered out the window. “C’mon, I can do this…” One, two, three, and Marilynn pushed herself off Prince Samson and she fell out the window. She screamed as she landed onto the grass.
“Are you alright, dear?” King William was worried.
“I’m fine, Father!” Marilynn yelled back. “Here, I’ve got the ropes.”
Marilynn threw one side of one of the ropes back into the prison through the window. Soon, she felt pressure. She heaved and pulled, and soon, Prince Samson came out. Then, the two of them worked on freeing Queen Sandra, Queen Lily, King William, and King Henry. After a while, everyone was free.
They sat down, breathing heavily. “Now that we’re free,” King Henry wheezed, “What’s next to do?”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 25

Hey, did you guys see the Eclipse trailer?  HILARIOUS.

So I've decided to make fun of the Twilight saga today.  This is a preview of what happened after Breaking Dawn:

It's actually quite probable.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 25

Wow, I'm already at Chapter 25.  Amazing.

Chapter 25:
Marilynn and Samson felt as if they were falling down a deep, dark tunnel. The fall seemed endless, as they tumbled wordlessly down. Marilynn gulped while Samson held his breath.
Finally, they landed with a thump. Marilynn groaned and rubbed her head. Samson blinked a few times.
“Is that you…?” Familiar voices called out to them. Marilynn opened her eyes, and found herself staring into the faces of her parents.
“Mother! Father! You are all here!” She hugged them, tears running down her face.
Samson was surrounded by his parents, too. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Why are you all down here?” Marilynn asked.
Queen Sandra sighed. “We’ve all been captured. I can’t believe it. We’ve been outsmarted by those witches.”
King William growled. “But I’m sure we’ll be able to defeat them in the end,” he said. “We just need patience.”
Marilynn smiled. “Patience, for one,” she stated. “But we also need rest. We, as in Prince Samson and I, are exhausted.”
Queen Lily suddenly perked up. “Oh, just a question,” she said. “You found us before. We saw you looking through a pea.”
Prince Samson nodded. “Yes, we did. The pea is in Linda’s wretched room. Somehow, we’re all trapped in it.”
The room was silent. Marilynn and Samson took the time to examine their surroundings. They were trapped in a large prison cell, with loads of hay stacked near them. There was a small window too high for them to reach, and metal bars blocking the exit.
“We need to get out,” Marilynn said. “We can’t do anything if we don’t. Please, let us think of some ideas.”
“You got us out of prison last time, dear,” Queen Sandra smiled. “You are the one with all the good ideas.”
“Thank you, mother,” Marilynn beamed. And then they were all quiet.
Marilynn darted her eyes around the room, trying to find some sort of clue. They couldn’t squeeze through the bars, they couldn’t pick the lock, and they couldn’t slip out the window…Or could they?
Marilynn chuckled. “Well, how about that? I’ve got another idea.”

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

3 Myths

Throughout the years, I've been hearing some very bizarre myths.  Here are three of them:

Myth:  If you like to wave your arms around in fast, jerky movements, you might receive temporary brain malfunctions.

Truth:  Uh, no..?  It depends on what kind of person you are, really.  Some people tend to show that when they're hyper, they tend to act strangely.  But, no, you won't receive malfunctions.  But if you think it's cool to malfunction, go ahead and test your acting skills on your friends.  They might actually believe it.  ;)

Myth:  If you swallow a watermelon seed, watermelons will grow in your stomach.

Truth:  NO WAY.  Your digestive system will take care of that for you.  Don't worry about it at all.  I bet a lot of you people can now go to sleep peacefully tonight, eh? ^_^

Myth:  The world will end in 2012.

Truth:  I don't think so.  The world won't just suddenly crash on us.  Maybe in another few thousand years....But not in 2012.  The scientists won't let us down.  (BTW, did any of you see the movie 2012?  Lol, nice effects, but horrible, terrible logic.)

If you have any more interesting myths, send them to me.  I'm always happy to prove others wrong.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Daylight Savings

Yeah, so today Daylight Savings begins again.  *yawn*  Actually, it began at 2am, but nobody ever gets up at 2 in the morning to change their clocks.  And if you actually do that...Well, I'm sorry, but you're alone.

A lot of people really detest the Springtime DS since they get less sleep.  Same here.  Don't you hate it when you wake up on a beautiful morning...Then suddenly you realize you're late for school?  Or, in this case, late for church?  The heavens are shaking their heads.  <_<

Many studies have been conducted to see if the DS actually helps or not.  I watched this video, and it said that the number of serious heart attacks go up 6-10% because of it all.  There are other consequences too.

But then again, the DS do benefit us.  There are less car accidents and more sunshine.  That's always a good thing, hmm?  (If you think of it the other way, though, more sunshine equals more sunburns and more people with skin cancer.  Ahh, you can feel yourself using your brain now!  :D)

But whether you like it or not, you have to live through it.  And that's life, right?

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 24

I've always wondered why Mukmuk wears a tuque...

I LOVE the Olympic mascots!!

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 24

Chapter 24:
Marilynn and Samson ran as fast as they could. They dashed through the exit, down the halls, past the gardens, and approached the main gate.
“We’re here…” Marilynn gasped. “Quick, open the gate before anyone sees us.”
“Alright,” Samson huffed. He was also pretty tired. “Here, I’ll do it.” He pushed at the gate, and slowly began to open it.
But then it creaked. A loud, painful creak sounded. “No,” Samson whispered, alarmed. “Don’t creak…”
It was too late. Guards came rushing towards them, spears in hands and helmets on heads. “Run!!” Marilynn yelled, grabbing Samson and pulling him out the door.
They made it. They continued running, hoping the guards wouldn’t come after them.
After a while, the two realized that they were alone. “No guards following us…” Marilynn breathed.
“Yes…” Samson sighed and stopped running.
“We’re not safe yet!” Marilynn spoke up. “And besides, we haven’t even completed our task.”
“But, with all these guards and witches, how are we going to complete it? Face it, Princess Marilynn. I don’t think it’s possible.”
“Everything is possible, Prince Samson,” Marilynn retorted. “I bet Mother and Father are already finished with what they’re doing and waiting for us at our meeting spot.”
“No, my dear friend…They are not.” A sinister voice spoke up. A dark figure landed in front of Marilynn and Samson. She was very recognizable.
“Helen Crosby,” Marilynn whispered.
Helen put her hands on her hips. “Princess Marilynn, your parents are with me. Prince Samson, yours are too. Do not worry, youngsters, they are perfectly safe. I just don’t want them to ruin everything.”
“You don’t want them to ruin what?” Prince Samson stated. “What have they done to you? Let them go.”
“Oh, it will be quite a surprise, dear,” Helen chuckled. “But you two, sadly, are also jeopardizing it.” She held out a pea. “Why not join your parents? They will be very happy to know that you are safe.”
“The pea…” Marilynn was confused. But there was no time for that. Marilynn felt herself and Samson getting smaller and closer to the pea.
Then, with a ‘whoosh’, they disappeared.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

Comic Strip Number 23

You know, 23 is actually my unlucky number.  :(

So I decided to do something thoroughly silly this time to destroy the evil spirits.  :P

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

It's Spring Break...Now what?

Wow, how time flies.  It's already March.  And it's already Spring Break.

I mean, what's up with Spring Break anyways?  It's always so short and so boring.  There aren't as many programs being offered.  The school term/semester is cut.  And most importantly, it's not even SPRING.  This is still WINTER, people.  Spring doesn't start until the 21st.  To me, the Break should start then instead.

So now what?  We get a week (or two, if you're lucky) off school.  We don't get any homework, and all you basically do is sit around.  Or in my case, sit in front of a computer, ranting on and on about this and that.

I hope you all have a nice Spring Break.  Find something interesting to do.  (In other words, read my blog.  :) )

*sigh*  As I sit here, twiddling my thumbs...

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

P.S.  Check out my forum, Tamagotchi Cool.  I got a new skin!!

Comic Strip Number 22

The Cookie Wars.  Created 100% on my Linux.  ^_^

Usually it's much more violent, though.   If you're wondering why, then you are seriously underestimating the power of the beautiful yet delicious gift Mother Nature so generously sent us: The Cookie.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.


P.S.  Now I'm hungry.

Princess and the Pea Chapter 23

Now, the action will start. Finally!

Chapter 23:
“You want to do what?” Prince Samson couldn’t believe it.
“I…I want to help you. What we are doing isn’t…It isn’t right.” Fiona was shaking. She bit her lip. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything. But all the words were true.
“Really?” Marilynn’s voice was bright and merry. “You want to help us?”
Samson nudged her. “Don’t trust her,” he whispered. “She could be plotting something.”
“She looks innocent enough. I’ve never seen a witch cry ever in my life.” Marilynn looked at Fiona. Fiona had sat down now, hunched over, hugging her knees. She looked emotionally disturbed.
“You two,” Fiona said. “It’s alright if you think I’m lying. I’m used to it.” She smiled weakly. “I always am the one left behind, unskilled and distrusted.”
Samson was silent. What should they do?
“You can help us…If you want to.” Marilynn pressed her lips together into one hard line.
“You’re thinking that I don’t want to? I have nothing better to do.” Fiona sighed. If there were security cameras around, she’d be dead.
Samson groaned. “You know what, Princess Marilynn? I think we’re just wasting time.”
Fiona suddenly looked up. “You’re right, mister.” She stood up and pointed at the exit. “Run away. That’s the exit out of the dungeons. Get out of this kingdom…Your kingdom…Until you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?”
Fiona grimaced, as if she didn’t want to tell them the bad news. “Helen Crosby is planning war,” she whispered. “In one month. She’s gathering all the witches and evil beings she can find. She wants to overpower every kingdom in this nation.”
Marilynn and Samson were quiet. They were so shocked they could barely speak.
“Now go! Go! Before Linda catches you! Run!” Fiona gave them a hefty shove.
Marilynn and Samson started running. They ran as fast as they could, out of the dungeons. “I’ll be there when we attack,” Fiona called after them. “Meet me near the big oak tree when that happens. I’ll help you.”
“Thank you!” They called back at her. And then they were gone.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.

O Canada?

I was just reading Yahoo.ca and Msn.ca.   Y'know, what a Canadian would read to start his or her day.  (I'm not at school because I still feel sick and I'm coughing.)

They are saying that the lyrics to "O Canada" should be changed.  Supposedly, our national anthem is not gender-neutral.  "In all thy sons' command" should be changed to "Thou dost in us command", a very ancient version.  Well, at least that's what everyone else thinks.

Personally, as a female citizen of Canada, I think it's not a big deal!  Go do a survey.  Who actually pays attention?  I bet that the vast majority of us beaver-lovers will say, "Oh?  Wha--?  Huh, I didn't even notice."

Now imagine; What would happen if the lyrics do get changed?:  Hundreds of Youtube videos being re-uploaded, making Internet speed awfully slow.  Protesters (there are always the protesters...) wreaking havoc across the country.  Kids coughing as they pull out their old dusty 1908 dictionaries, trying to decipher the meaning of the word 'dost'.

What's next, people?  Changing the colour of our flag to hot pink?  Deciding that we should actually take out the 'u' in 'colour'?  Wow, what a splendid world this is, huh?

And even if the lyrics don't get changed, the damage is already done.  Female rights groups will begin their attack.  The men of the country will start yelling and whopping for joy.  Imagine the noise.

I just feel sorry for the Americans south of the border.  I won't be surprised when they start complaining.  "Can't you quiet DOWN, you filthy Canadians?"

Oh well.  All we can do is sit like ducks.  And if you're not a Canadian, you can ignore all that I just typed.

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.