First journal entry of the year. It's funny how people think the decade was 2000-2009 when it's really 2001-2010. After all, what was the first decade AD but the years 1-10? There's no year 0 people. Never was. Never will be.

Anyway, I just finished watching the Venture Bros. about 10 minutes ago. Great show. For an Adult Swim show, it's funny without devolving into a bunch of fart or sex jokes. It's just such an amazing show that it shouldn't be lumped together with Robot Chicken or Aqua Teen.

First two seasons were alright. They were hilarious, but there was little continuity outside the whole Monarch storyline and clone thing. Third season is when the show started having any sort of main story. You learn a lot about the characters.

Fourth season is when the show really started getting pretty deep. No character has changed so much, yet remained the same as 21. After 24's death, he became pretty badass. His big belly is replaced with actual muscle and he became some sort of super-henchman. Hell, he even managed to fight Brock Samson without dying. And yet, it's still 21. He's still the same fatass underneath all that badass and you still see him struggle despite all the success he's had.

I wish more shows were like Venture Bros. It parodies stuff without taking the Family Guy/Robot Chicken route. Despite being an Adult swim show, it's full of class. It made me think and it made me laugh. It's currently my favorite show.

I just needed to ramble on about something.

27 journal and no creative title in sight.

I'm still freaked out about a sciency show I watched almost last January. I can't help but wonder if anyone else watched or read something that changed their life, for better or worse. Mine was changed for the worse. Life has lost its magic and wonder, leaving me living in a world that feels far too real. There's less joy and I'm stuck wondering what's going to happen to me when I die. Am I going to heaven or doomed to hell? Egyptain-style afterlife? Would kinda suck living my current life again after I die, even if effort required no effort at all. It would suck more if there was no afterlife. What would that be like?

Really makes me wonder. (lol, Zeppelin line)

My cat Muffin died a few days ago. I don't want to think about it because thinking about it makes me feel depressed. Life is depressing. You're born, taught that you are important, grow up, reminded that you're pretty much expendable, and then you die. The world keeps on spinning afterwards, confirming just how expendable you are. This is how I felt January after I watched a program about what will happen to the universe. I was almost completely over that and now my cat's dead. It's like almost making it out of a hole only to fall right back in.

And guess who had to remove her body? Me. The body was so stiff you could probably use it as a baseball bat. Why am I always the one who has to move the dead animals? Especially when they're starting to smell funny and they're stiff. It's disturbing.

How the hell am I supposed to get over it?

My journal titles aren't very creative, but that's not the point of this journal.

I finally got a fox costume/pajamas. Well, I got it a few weeks ago. I'm wearing it on Halloween.

I've got an idea for Unadapted. I'm going to stray from the whole Fox/Krystal thing and get back to Falco, specifically him outside the house. Rent/mortgages don't pay themselves and one paycheck probably wouldn't be enough. I'm thinking of having it deal with the outside world's reaction to Fox's "disappearence".

I also have an idea for a new fanfic, as if I didn't have enough. Basically, Krystal's been through something tramatic (whether it be getting lost winding up in a very foreign place with almost no hope of returning home or a violent attack, possibly rape if it won't make the story too offensive for my taste, that leaves her in a constant state of fear and paranoia. Everyone and everything brings back memories of the attack and she soon begins to blame herself.

But first, I'm going to submit a drawing for my 200th submission. If you've seen my previous works, you'll know it'll involve one or more furries. I can't draw people.

Tell me what you think of my ideas and whatnot.

I have writer's block, which sucks. I have many ideas for stories, but no idea of how to write them. There's also seven different stories I need to complete and I'm planning on starting an eighth. Oh well.