Animal Farm: Pigs Indeed!

Ever heard of Animal Farm? If you haven’t, read it before you continue.

Okay, are you back? Well, since you’re done, I’d like to say something:

Communism sucks.

Think about it. China’s a mess, North Korea’s doing horribly, and Cuba…

Actually, I’m not too sure about Cuba. I’ll get back to you on that one. I heard they’re doing better, which means they had to be doing worse in the past, so my point is not entirely lost.

And it just sort of paves the way for corruption, y’know? Factory Worker #984633 is supposed to be giving the chocolate he makes to the government to be distributed as needed, and Farmer #96678 is supposed to be giving his milk to the government for the same reason. But then Factory Worker #984633 leans over and says, to his friend Farmer #96678,

“Hey, Farmer #96678!”

“Yes, Factory Worker #984633?”

“I’ll give you a chocolate bar if you give me some milk.”


Meanwhile, some bloke gets less chocolate, and some other poor sod gets less milk, all because Farmer #96678 and Factory Worker #984633 were being corrupt jerks.

Oh, hey, viewer. I’ll give you some posts if you can get me some chocolate. And remember, under Communism:

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

See The Same


What would a world without color be like? I was reading a book (The Giver, you know—one of those ‘dystopian future’ kind’ve books) and the entire community only saw things in black and white. Well, until the main character, Jonas begins to see colors.


He gets his assigned job as ‘The Reciever’ who holds all the memories of the past. The old Reciever, now dubbed the ‘Giver’ shows him memories of love, war, snow, hills, Christmas, birthdays—you name it! So he begins to understand what life back then was like, and he wonders why things can’t be like that now. He sees his father, in charge of the children of the community, ‘release’ a child and realizes that ‘release’, which has been described as ‘going Elsewhere’, is really death.

So he takes a child about to be released, and runs off. The book ends with him finding this ‘Elsewhere.’


I Never Thought I’d Do This, or: My Five Year Old Self Would Be Ashamed

I never thought I’d do this. I mean, if you’d asked me a couple years ago if I would ever read Vogue and enjoy it, I would say:

“No. Why?”

But, even though I really only watch it to make fun of high fashion (I mean, some of those colors…ugh!) I still compliment and to someone who likes interior designing I might even sound coherent. This would frighten my tiny five year old self to death.

“You LIKE this stuff?!” My cute little self would sqeak.

I would nod solemnly and reply, “It’s fun to laugh at how ridiculous some of these dresses are. Look! Who pairs those two colors tog—”

“STOP!” Chibi me would shriek. “For the love of Tolkien, stop!”

I wouldn’t heed little Chib-me’s words, and continue gushing about dresses and colors and design and GOOD LORD WHO DESIGNED THAT GARBAGE BAG IN THE GUISE OF AN OUTFIT?!


Chib-me hangs her tiny head in shame and shakes her head. She’s so disappointed. Awww.