Dreambiscuit

Well, good boobs don't last forever. I guess if I had to pick something, that might qualify.

This may seem strange but I've never been to Five Guys. I must live a sheltered life. I guess I'm a Burger King kind of girl.

Yes, there are long lines, high prices, screaming kids and so on, but the same could be said for pretty much any amusement venue. The world is what it is and unfortunately some very good things get diluted by these aspects. But it's important to remember that there are also a lot of truly wonderful things as well. As a venue that's been in business since 1955, there is a lot of history there, for the guests as well as for park itself. Some adults go to relive their past and seek the nostalgia of their first visit from when they were kids. Others want to find their childhood again or see the park through the eyes of their children. And kids just love it because it's freaking Disneyland! The dedication of the park says it all: "To all who come to this happy place, welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here, age relives fond memories of the past and youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams and the hard facts that have created America--with the hope that it will be a source of joy and inspiration to all the world." When Walt said these words he meant them. He was an artist, and it wasn't about the greed so prevalent in the world today. He wanted to create a great 'show'. A lot of good things get colored by a few negative aspects, but one shouldn't let them ruin all the fun (after all, they're a fact of life that aren't exclusive to Disneyland). There are also many positive things that stem from Walt's sincere original vision that just can't be ignored. I will never forget my first visit to The Happiest Place On Earth (or any of the hundreds of visits since) because, all cynicism aside, it's a wonderful place to be. Where else can you rub elbows with the icons of cartoon greatness? Explore the cosmos? Pioneer the old west or step into a world of total fantasy? There are loads of positive things, one need only take a look. But be warned, once you take the plunge, you may never want to leave its borders again!

I'd like to speak German. I started with Rosetta Stone a while back and was making excellent progress but I had to change to my current computer which has a faulty sound chip and I couldn't interact with the program. Everything ground to a halt. I have Duolingo in my iPod but I don't like it quite as much. I'll get back to it someday, I hope.

I work at a well-known amusement park in Southern California (the name begins with 'D' and ends with 'land'). I'm not allowed to go into much detail, and that includes compensation, but I do love what I do and it's not really about the money anyway. I consider myself a collector of happy faces and maker of memories. I work a morning shift most of the time (unfortunately, since I am NOT a morning person), but it has it's perks. I get to meet the guests bright and early, before they're too tired to see straight.

Kickstart first, then you'll be awake enough to enjoy the Green Label.

I love the original Fantasia and it's cel animation is among the best out there. I'm a fan of 2D cel animation and far prefer it to other styles like CG, Flash and so on. Just in terms of the effects animation in these old classics, the quality of the art is staggering. Take a look at the bubbling lava in the Rite of Spring segment and you'll see poetry in motion! Not to mention the character animation where the movie soars to a whole new level. Comparing the original with Fantasia 2000 I can say both are visually beautiful. Fantasia 2000 is more polished because it has all the benefits of modern tools and technology. But the original is all done by hand, without the benefit of years of experience and teaching from those who have gone before. These guys (on the original) were still pioneering the art form and look what they accomplished! I love all animation, whether it's modern or all the way back to Gertie the Dinosaur. But whatever your tastes are, it's hard to deny that these old classics were anything short of phenomenal works or art, technology and pioneering spirit. I don't like to compare anything directly because everything has its own merits for its own reasons. But for its own merits and reasons, Fantasia will live forever as a major accomplishment.

I like Zootopia and always enjoy it when I watch it. I love Nick and Judy and think they're great, well-realized characters. The plot is solid without being overwhelmingly brilliant; it's just a nice detective story. It has its twists and surprises but nothing that puts it in the stratosphere. As with all things from the Disney end of the spectrum, it slows down when the board room throttles the audience with not-so-subtle messages, political statements and those oh-so gentle lessons we've all come to expect without fail. If we could get away from all that extraneous stuff, Zootopia would be a lot more fun and entertaining. No matter what your thoughts, beliefs or opinions are, beating the audience over the head with them is bad art, even if you agree with what it's saying. So, spare the subtext and keep the good stuff coming. There's plenty of good stuff there if they just let it flow.

I like it about 72 degrees F when I'm indoors at home. I love hot temperatures when I'm outside, but when I get indoors I like to cool off and relax in the air conditioning.

I'm the exact opposite of this. I used to eat very slowly, savoring every bite until I was the last one to finish dinner. But now I'm used to eating on the go; making sure I get some nourishment into my system before I have to run to the next item on my schedule. Even in my downtime, I eat faster now, I'm just so used to eating fast when I have no choice. I wish I could eat more slowly. I like to eat and enjoy myself. Food is art, beauty and can be a great experience if one can take the time to savor it.

I like nice colors like those little colored jimmies. Even crushed up M&Ms are good. Sprinkle these over a butterscotch topping and we're good to go.

I hate it when people don't get along and start arguing. Growing up, my brother and sister used to argue a lot, and I was always the one stuck in the middle who had to keep the peace. Being the youngest, it didn't seem like it should have been my problem, but I always had to play the grown-up. Nowadays I just try to avoid confrontations altogether. On the rare occasion when I get wrangled into something, I try to keep it civilized and work it out intelligently if possible. If something involves me personally rather than me trying to settle someone else's dispute, I try to walk away from it before I say or do something I'll regret later. Few things really set me off, but when they do it's best I don't let myself go and get too nasty. The only way to win an argument is to not argue. It seldom if ever changes anything so I don't like to waste my time and emotional effort.

I eat veggies out of a sense of duty. I figure I should have something to balance out my diet of potato chips and cookies, so this is the price I pay. I don't mind a salad from time to time, and I like veggies mixed into other dishes, but on their own...urrrp. Not a huge fan.

Yes, I blush when I get flustered or embarrassed. I don't really like it because I don't always want to tip my hand as to what I'm feeling, but there it is.

I only wear reading glasses when I'm drawing or painting (not for reading though anymore). So I guess I have a bit of difficulty with really close-up stuff. I don't use glasses for anything else. When my eyes get a little blurry and I think I'm losing my sharp focus, I exercise my eyes by staring at something detailed a short distance away, then a little farther, then farther and so on until I can see details at any distance. It's helped a lot and so far I haven't had to get regular glasses. I absolutely would not wear contact lenses. I couldn't stand the idea of having something sitting right on my naked eyeball. Yuck!

I like any color that compliments the rest of the facial features. But if I had to pick something specific, maybe blue. Hard to say.

I don't eat cereal for breakfast without milk; that just ain't right. But I will on occasion have a little bag of dry cereal for snacking on while I'm painting or watching TV or something like that. When I'm not thinking too much about it, dry cereal is acceptable (especially if it has marshmallows in it).

My eyes usually gravitate to mistakes in perspective and scale. If it isn't laid out just right, it just jumps right out at me. This applies to my art as well as others'. I'm okay at getting perspective down, but I don't always get scale correct, or color values; the color values often being a big problem for me. This doesn't mean I dislike drawings (or any form of art) that has imperfections. Sometimes imperfections make art better and add a human element to it. The well-known fact is that there is no bad art; it's all in the eye of the beholder. So I guess you could say I love 'the fact of art', mistakes included.

On the rare instances where I play video games at all, I'm not embarrassed by the fact. It's just a game, what of it? I might, on the other hand, feel somewhat sheepish playing video games while someone is scrutinizing how bad I am at them. Especially when a twelve year old is laughing at my lack of patience, coordination and overall skill.

I call myself by my own last name quite a lot when I'm muttering to myself. I also have on friend I sometimes call by her last name, just for fun. I'm not sure why.

The first thing that comes to mind is winning a lot of art contests when I was little. I remember there was a school-wide competition for making the best poster for a school fair and it was divided into categories for first and second grades, third and fourth, and fifth and sixth. There were first, second, third and fourth prizes, and a grand prize. I won the grand prize and was so shocked my ears just kept ringing. I think the prize was a T-shirt or something like that.

I usually make a good first impression. I smile a lot and that usually helps, and I'm also kind of laid back and friendly. I try to dress well for all occasions and make the effort to be all things to all people, be it professional or personal. I often think back on things later on and wonder if I said the right thing or the wrong thing, but that's just over analyzing things. For all I know people are giving me the finger when I'm not looking, but I remain in a state of blissful ignorance.

It always seems everyone talks about themselves, but that's because they can't be anyone else. It's human nature to talk about what one knows and what one is interested in. It's not a matter of pride or selfishness but of being the custodian of the space, time and experiences we have been allotted to. That being said, and having therefore qualified my response sufficiently, heck yes, I love talking about myself my interests! What can I say? I'm into what I'm into, so so duck and cover if you hope to avoid the gusts of wind bellowing from my lungs as I gab incessantly of all the things I love.

I had a dream where my dad was a Hulk (as in 'The Incredible...') and was trying to find a cure to his hulk-ness. He had a vial of serum that could affect the condition but another Hulk (a skinny badguy Hulk) who liked being a big green baddy, was trying to destroy it. In this dream, battling a Hulk had a side effect; if you got scratched or bitten by a Hulk you would turn into one as well. So when my dad went to fight this bad Hulk, I tried to intervene (I was about nine years old in the dream by the way) and I got accidentally scratched by my dad. When the battle was over and the bad guy was defeated, my dad insisted on giving me the only vial of antidote instead of curing himself but I didn't want him to. I got upset and started turning into a nine year old she-Hulk and my dad had to defeat me in order to make the self-sacrifice and give me the serum. The dream started to fade as the battle wore on, but I think he won out ultimately.