Thursday, August 17, 2006

   Sorry all!
I posted 2 links to my most recent fanfiction adventure, but sadly, the links were dead. So, in order to make it up to you, I will post the first chapter text for you at the end of the post, so those that want to read it can read it, and those who don't can skip it.

Just finished watching the finale show of the dance competion, So You Think You can Dance. Not sure if any of you have heard of it, but I love dancing, however little I get to. What irked me is that they announced who was chosen as "America's Favorite Dancer" the last five minutes of the show and kept on putting off and putting it off.

Thank you, Simon Cowell, for starting this wonderful tradition.

I have to post this little tidbit from the magazine The Week.
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Good week for...
The future of the human race, after scientists at Germany's Max Planck Institute for Molecular Genetics announced the invention of the first pill to combat stupidity. the durg has been shown to improve the attentiveness and short-term memory of fruit flies and mice.
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Haha, that made me pause and re-read it. Yes, you read it right, an pill to combat stupidity. Feel free to laugh.

I leave you with a quote from said magazine.

"People who drink to drown thier sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim."
Ann Landers, quoted in the San Antonio Express-News.

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And now here is the story I promised you! Note: this is an Animaniacs story, so if you are not a fan, you will experience confusion. Read and enjoy.

No One Calls Yakko Warner a Chicken!

Chapter 1: The Calm before the Storm

Life as a Warner is a blast. We run amuck across the studio and meet all kinds of special friends. And our contract ain’t bad either.

It was evening. Wakko was planted in front of the television set watching his annual Don Knotts marathon, which was nearing its end. Dot was in her corner of the tower, doing girly things. I was reading Groucho and Me, one of two autobiographies of the famous witty comedian, Groucho Marx.

“My dearest elder brothers, I have an idea.” Dot’s voice interrupted my reading, just when the book was getting really good.

“We’ve already visited Scratchy and T.P. today, Dot.” Wakko turned off the television set. “Unless you want to run around the studio again.” He good naturedly grinned.

“What is your idea, Dot? I was hoping to finish my book.” I scowled, fully intent on returning my undivided attention to it.

Dot only clasped her hands together and rocked back and forth on her heels. “It’s not so much an idea, so much as a dare.”

“What is it?” Wakko smiled excitedly.

“It’s for Yakko, actually.” She turned towards me, all smiles and big eyed.

It isn’t often Dot uses her cunning wit against us, but when she does…it always turns out bad. I mentally prepared myself and closed the book.

“What is it? Breaking into ACME labs? A stare down with your pet?” My tone was jovial, or at least, I hoped so. I had a bad feeling about this.

Wakko was oblivious to my anxiety, bouncing up and down like a human kid. “Does he have to make a gookie?”

Dot only continued to stand there primly. Cutely. Cunningly. I gulped. “Yakko Warner, I challenge you to…” She then put a gloved hand to her chin and ‘hmmed’. “ I don’t know if you can handle it, now that I think about it. “ She skipped off in the general direction of the board games.

Relieved and annoyed, I made to open the book again. However, fate was cruel. Wakko was chasing after Dot, repeating his query, “What challenge? He can do anything!” over and over.

“Wakko, she’ll tell us in her own time,” I muttered. The book was now back in my lap, open and ready for me to partake of its knowledge.

“Nah, Yakko is too much of a chicken for this one,” she absentmindedly replied, picking up the game Operation. “Ah, the perfect game.”

“What?” I slammed the book shut for the second time in three minutes. “I can handle anything.” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.

Dot slapped a hand over her mouth and giggled. Lady like, she knelt on the floor and opened the box. She was smug, that was no mistake.

“Oh, it would be a whole day of no talking is all, starting tomorrow morning.” Coyly she smirked up at me and picked up the bag of little items into her hand. “Course, you can handle that, silly me.”

My mouth dropped open. I stared at my next of kin continuing to assemble the game, unable to believe what I had heard. If I hadn’t been in that chair, I would have fainted, honest to God.

The mere thought of a whole day without my witty intelligence put to use was an abomination.

Wakko waved a hand in front my face, then glanced at Dot, unsure who to ally himself with. The room was quiet, with the only source of noise my sisters cheerful humming.

“Ha, I was right,” she sang aloud, daintly picking up the pincer and pondering which item to pluck from the game board.

“I’ll prove you wrong, Dot Warner. I accept!” I jumped out of my chair and jabbed my thumb into my chest, inadvertently knocking Wakko to the floor. “No one calls me chicken!”

“Your not a chicken, you’re an inkblot,” Wakko offered in response, causing me to do a double take (not at him!). Like an idiot, I had lost my cool.

Dot had won her battle, at least in part. I mentally cursed, slumping back into the chair. “Me and my big mouth,” I darkly muttered, glaring
hatefully at Dot.

I wanted to kill her.
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That's all folks!
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