Airships

Some of my favourite airship pictures. I wish they had never gone out of style, it must have been an amazing feeling to look up and see a 600-foot or longer airship hovering overhead.

Such marvels of engineering.

Blimps just don't cut it, do they?

Bring back rigid airships!

...I wish.

For the record, these are NOT my photos and I do NOT remember where I got them from. Sorry.

Music and Memories

Everytime I hear that stupid Taio Cruz song on the radio, I can't help but smile.

Dynamite was THE song of the summer while I worked at Marineland. Every morning on the way to work, I'd hear it on the radio. On the way home, again. Perhaps even during hours I'd hear bits and pieces of it. Now, two seasons later, whenever I think of the light blue water or hear the SWOOSH of the rides, I smile and remember that song. It has woven itself into my memories of working at the park.

My senses have always interwoven themselves with memories, as I'm sure everyone else's does. Smelling a lip balm I used to use brings me right back to the days I spent fawning over my then-boyfriend and the trips to Toronto I used to take, and of the carefree school life I seemed to live, of flip-flops and cool grass under my feet, even the grey jacket I never seemed to take off during that time. Simply thinking about past vacations in South Carolina and Florida, I can very nearly smell the salty-sweet air of the Atlantic ocean. Hearing the screech of metal on metal- specifically that of a subway, and the rush of the wind past your face from the monstrous machine invokes in me a nervous reaction of shaking hands and a rush of blood to the head.

Music, however, has always been infinitely more effective at this than a mere smell or even a touch. Sometimes it's wonderful, everytime I hear the song Mr. Blue Sky by ELO I am reminded instantly of success, simply because the first time I ever heard it was when I got in the car after getting hired for my first job. The song What Else Is There by Royksopp reminds me of a web comic I consumed whilst listening to the band obsessively. However, sometimes it brings heavier thoughts to my mind.

Te Amo, a beautiful song by Rihanna, now gives me the creeps because I first opened my eyes to the MK Ultra mind control horror while listening to it. I cannot even stomach any of Lady Gaga's new material after reading about everything for over a year. For a long time, my very favourite song- Digital Love, by Daft Punk- became taboo because I had dedicated it to my ex-boyfriend.

Every day at work, a particular song comes on, and every time it does my stomach drops and it feels like the world is bearing down on my chest. I can't stand it. To be honest, I didn't like the song when I first heard it, but a certain someone decided it would be our song anyways. He played it for me a few times, and those memories make me want to be sick. It's a sweet song, but it had nothing to do with us. He was disgusting. I've had to excuse myself from situations if the song came on because I can't handle all those memories of him that come with one stupid four minute song. Even now I feel sick.

Right now, I'm obsessed with Ke$ha and Daft Punk's TRON soundtrack. Let's see if any of these songs stick to any memories in the future.

Is There Anybody Out There?

March 3rd, 2052

Tonight I'm leaving this place.

I know it's taken me four years to make up my mind, and I'm scared shitless, but I have to get out or I'll go crazy.

The world has to know. They have to. Right now they're as good as dead- walking corpses. If the world doesn't have time to prepare, everything we've worked so hard to create will destroyed. I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about how little time we have left. Life is short to begin with...no one deserves this. Not a single soul on this planet, save for the three men who started this mess. I don't even believe in God but every night I pray to him.

It seems like such a simple thing, to walk straight out the door and just never look back, but it isn't. The guards stand constant like sentinels, their eyes veiled behind dark sunglasses. You don't even know if they're actually watching you, or if they're even breathing. It scares the hell out of me. I want to go home so badly. I haven't seen William in three years. I don't even know if he's still waiting for me. For all I know he could be dead, laying 6-feet under with so many other spouses and family of some who work here.

I don't even know if anyone will ever find this letter...there's such a small chance it will make it into the hands of someone who can DO something about all this, but it's worth taking. For the future.

Death is the only escape. I refuse to work for these monsters any longer.

Enclosed are detailed records and blueprints about everything they're doing here. Please, please, share them with the world. I'm counting on you. I have no idea who you are, where you're from, or what you do, but it doesn't matter. Thank you. Thank you for everything.

William, if you're out there, I'm sorry.

Leah Evans

Silly things

For some reason I'm certain this is the first internet meme. However, I haven't been on the internet long enough to know. I am on a quest to find out the answer.

L4D2 Joke. Never played? Try it, even if you suck it's super fun and deliciously addicting.

Yup, this bird exists. There's a neat documentary out there everyone and their mother has watched in Bio at some point, featuring a wacky troupe of tropical birds.

Finally got her damn uniform right. Now I don't have you draw you in random girly dresses anymore!

Helen Austerlitz, the polizeikommandant of Berlin's midnight police.

I AM

I feel so much better about myself than I have in years. What brought about this, you may ask? Well, I had a bit of break through. Believe it or not, I'm socially retarded, meek, and shy. I dislike new things because I'm afraid of failure to the point where it's crippling. I'm tired of being a negative Nellie about everything in my life and I'm going to turn every "no" into a "FUCK YES!" This is the beginning of the Monica who has been hiding in the corner waiting for her moment. I'm forcing her out into the world, because whether she likes it or not, I AM, and I'm going to BE.

Don't like it? That's fine. You'll break free someday too.

Don't do drugs, kids.

I was bored the other day so I wrote this.

If you want to know what the song is, here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo3Mhy6zuW0

YES, it's sort of a song-fic, but also not really. The music is actually THERE, so does it still count? Yeah. I was going to jazz it up more but I have a novel to write, damn it! So enjoy this crap.

The night air chilled her lungs, taken in by sharp breaths, her feet pounding on the wet pavement, ringing out in the night. All around her the music seemed to pound, the ground shaking from the bass lines, trembling synths soaring through her flesh.

'Cause tonight I'm gonna start a fire

I'm gonna lose my self-control

You know what I want

Nothing's gonna stop me now

Her heart pounded in her chest wildly, her breath nearly catching. Around her the world spun, the flashing lights from the concert chasing her, beams of green and blue playing on the pavement ahead of her. Still running, her eyes flicked up to the sky above, feeling the cold rain on her skin, the moon barely visible from behind a veil of clouds.

'Cause in the heat of the night

I feel the hunger burning me inside

In the heat of the night

I see the starlight shining in your eyes

She longed to spread her arms wide and lift off the pavement, to close her eyes and defy gravity. The cool wind and rain flew past her face, and the pounding bass driving into her soul, throwing her foreward like a pair of mighty engines. Her feet raced the wind, wet hair trailing after her as she pushed herself to the limit, every muscle in her body numb to all but the music.

You could be my destiny

In the heat of the night

I'll find a place, a place in time

Beneath the city lights

Her eyes squeezed shut, her arms spreading to catch the wind. The soaring synth sent shockwaves through her body, an electrical impulse that forced her body on. There was no turning back now that she had come this far. The sky was so close. Finally, her eyes snapped open and she was flying.

'Cause tonight I'm gonna start the fire

I'm gonna lose my self-control

You know what I want

Nothing's gonna stop me now

The pavement dropped from behind her feet, and her stomach dropped as her body lifted from the confines of Earth, if ever so briefly before it rose before her again like a shifting ocean wave, crashing into her body. Her mind reeled, tasting coppery blood in her mouth.

'Cause in the heat of the night

I feel the hunger burning me inside

In the heat of the night

I see the starlight shining in your eyes

The music poured into her as her life poured out, a bird with a broken wing still wishing to fly. Her eyes cast up into the sky again, the beautiful, silvery orb that was the moon smiling down as if to mock her.