Greetings, Lords and Ladies, It's Thursday

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Greetings, lords and ladies, it's Thursday.

Haven't posted in a while (well, a while enough for me) because I wanted you to try out the Pop Quiz. If you haven't, I would highly suggest you do so now.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

And, THAT my friends is pure 1840's poetry.

"Quoth the raven, Nevermore."

That also.

Soooooooo

Anyone know any good poems :)

Comments!


Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm Eating Raspberry Yogurt
Yeah, cuz you really needed to know that...

Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's o.k., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?!
Hit me with your best shot!
Fire away!

I suppose that's random.
But I've got that song stuck in my head,
which is weird,
Because I haven't heard this song in, like, forever.

Ahhh, that's so 80s :]

*dreaming of KFC*
I usually don't like fast food, but KFC is my only exception.

It's like you take meat...and hope...and mix it together...and fry it.

“[Luke:] I can’t believe it. [Yoda:] That is why you fail.”

FAIL.

Did it ever occur to you that Porsche is a really cool name for a car. Pooooorrrrshhhhcchhhe it's beautiful...

I wanna Porsche. Porrrrrshche. Pooooooooooooooooorrrrshhhhcchhhe

Okay, I'll start.

I MEAN STOP!!!

Wow, I fail at even that. :)

...

Pooooooooooooooooorrrrshhhhcchhhe



*eating raspberry yogurt*


*whistling*

“Do or do not... there is no try.”

PS. Does anyone remember what metrophobia means? No cheatin!



(what a lame post this is. Yeah, I know what your thinking :-/. Sorry, I'll do better "next time". ;D)

okay, bye!

Emos: Bad Chicken Joke Wannabes

Why did the emo chicken cross the road?
Why do you care, you don't understand it.

OKAY IM BACK. I know you missed me, I haven't posted in two days. I promise I will tell you about my laserquest experiance, and give you the winner of the Youtube contest a while back, and even tell you about the parade i went to see with Pebbles. (Hi pebbles!) But, right now I want to focus on EMOS.

Okay, about a year ago I had no idea what an emo was.

And i remember DFM having this really random conversation, something about "oh yeah, emos are cool, i want to be an emo." Something like that, it doesn't really matter.

And I hear EMO but my brain gets this big picture of an EMU (and if u don't know what an emu is, you're lame, go google it.) (no im kidding, you're all so rad.). And i'm thinking "What the fish, y is she talking about this big bird thing?" So i ask her what an emo is.

And she's like: @_@ Who are you, you don't know what an emo is!!!! 0.0 *gasp*

And i say, "no seriously, what is it? just tell me!"

And after going into shock, she finally tells me that emo stands for "emotionally imbalanced."

And, I'm just like OK. What's the big deal? So what if they have a problem? I didn't think it mattered.

But now emo is THE THING. It's now cool to be emo.

It's like the biggest label there is now. Do you ever see this happen?

You: Eurgh, iv been having a really bad day.
Person: Shut up, are you like going emo or something?

You: Hey, I've bought this really cool shirt...
Person: What, are you kidding, it's so emo!
You: What?
Person: It's ALL black, u don't see that? You should go for a lighter shade, or else everyone will think you're going all emo.

Person: Did you hear? *Name Inserted Here* Is going emo!
You: What?
Person: Yeah, she was wearing all black and I go up to her to ask her you know, 'watz up' and she completely snaps at me, y'know? She's like all "shut up" like all in my face. So now she's like officially emo.

Person: Ugh...I'm bored. I think I want to be emo today.

and there's more.....

Okay, what's the big deal? Why does going emo such a big deal? Why? It makes you all "mysterious", right? Or are you just fed up with everyghing? Or maybe bored? Is being all messed up now cool? Emos are just bad chicken joke wannabes, is basically what I'm saying.

Person: Ew. I hate life.
Girl: Ohhhhh, you are sooooooo emo! *flutter eyelids*

It doesn't even matter if you're wearing a pink Abercrombie shirt, or you're running around with bows in your hair. Everyone can be "emo".

It's really stupid.

and you know what? i'm not really sure what I'm talking about..... so, this post is garbage. I just needed something to write about and then i heard that chicken joke, and i guess that brought back memories.... hm.

'kay wanna hear my own joke???

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Emo.
Emo Who-
SHUT UP I'M EMO

heehee, 'till later bloggers.

Awesome, Awesome, Awesome

Do you ever feel like your blog is becoming a bit of a one-note-song?

Cuz I was looking back through all my posts.

And, I noticed something:

I was overusing the word "awesome."

and not a little, a lot. This is awesome...you are awesome...that's so awesome...I am awesome...etc.

And awesome is a great word. It summarizes me very well (heehee, lol). But, in the English language, there are so many incredible, magnificent, excellent, beautiful, super insane, elegant words to use, and awesome is just...average. A lot of people use awesome, I guess. By just using "awesome" all the time, you'll look average too. But if you use a wide variety of other sophisticated, meaningful words...well, you'll look like you know what you're talking about. why not experiment with other adjectives? Yes? No? Maybe so?

And awesome is great on occasion.

But if you look through my posts, you'll see what I meant by obsessing over the word. So now, I have created my own challange and goal, to limit my usage of the term. It'll go on for now until the end of March. It's like weight watchers, except for your tongue...?

So the next time you hear me say, "Oh meh gawsh, that _____ is so awesome!" or "Don't judge me, I'm awesome!" or "You rock, dudes! Awesome!", you have the privelege to...erm...yell at me? I guess. Yes? No? Maybe so?

So, until April 1st, that will be my challenge.

Until then my excellent readers.

Sickness, Eagle Eye, and One Seriously Unstable Chiuaua

nothing much going on. didn't go to school today because i was sick. Stayed at home watching movies, eating cornbread. I finally got to watch Eagle Eye. I had a pretty high expectation for that movie, but it hasn't let me down. It's awesome, awesome movie.
Anywho.......me, my mum, and my brothers, were just watching Animal Planet of something. The show's about some guy with an accent who trains dogs to be good. There was this tiny little chiuaua that was extremely (very extremely) aggressive and vicious and bullied Pit Bulls. (Seriously this tiny 15 pound dog, scaring off five massive Pit Bulls. Irony much?)
Anywho.......I'm really hungry right now. Euuurrghhhh. My mum's picking up the pizza right now. I am staaaaaaarving.
Anywho....... hope i didn't miss much. so that's it. My lame excuse of a post. Comment anyway, just to make me feel good.

Knowing, Well, That's a Belief

You universe started in a big bang, right? (theoretically). First there was nothing, then there was something. or, more than something- everything.

And, I was there.

And, you were there.

The particles of...matter that "sprung" into being @ that exact time, would later make up us. You, me, you're funky neighbor, everyone. So, technically, we were there.

Or were we?

The "soul" the unseeable force that drives the body, you mentally, might not have been there. But where were you?

Some religions believe in reincarnation. Where, after you die, you your soul is morphed into another body. And so goes the circle. On, and on.

But even then, that would still aline to what i just said. That we were there. Not just the particles that made us up, matter, but there the mental force. So, if you trace up back the reincarnation line, all of your past lives, it might end up that you were Adam or Eve.

But that would mean that we're all Adam and Eve.

And somehow we split apart.

And we're somehow all part of eachother.

But, the reincarnation theory comes from religeons that do not believe that Adam and Eve were the first people. But those who do believe in A&E, what would they respond when I say-- we were all there.

They follow the heaven vs. hell theory. if you're good, kind people you go up. if you're the opposite, you're pretty south-bound. But that doesn't answer anything-- were we there? Were Adam and Eve, two randomly selected (or not so randomly, it's a moot point) humans, the first souls on earth, and the rest of us were all up somewhere in heaven...or you know, the other one.

But the matter that made up us was there with Adam and Eve. So you're skin, flesh, bones, were all a part of something else.

A plant?

An animal?

But, do animals have souls? According to the Christian/Catholic belief, the answer is no, for they don't go to heaven...or hell. But to others, middle-eastern/asian religeons, the answer is yes. Your soul may have been a part of a plant or animal. In there religeon there is no heaven or hell to go to, if you're a bad person, you become a "lesser" animal. Like a water buffalo for example.

In Native American belief, a wise old man, when he died, was reincarnated as a potatoe.

So, is a potatoe really lesser?

Are humans really dominant?

Do animals/plants live better, fuller lives than us- who's world contains dark aspects such as war and death and hatred?

What do animals see, that we don't?

So...

Were we there?

That depends on who you ask.

Your hand,

look at it.

Your hand was there. The pieces, the matter, the build-up of it. But not the force that moves it. That is looking at it. That is understanding what I said (or not understanding, its' a moot point.)

But was your soul there?

Or did you just "spring" into being like everything such did @ the "big bang."

But did Adam and Eve really spring?

Where did they come from?

Did the particles, matter, just happen to make them?

Or more importantly:

WHO WERE THE FIRST PEOPLE

AND WHY WERE THEY THE FIRST.

are they here now?

In heaven?

Or were we, you or me, one of the first people. And we are merely reincarnations.

And where did the "big bang" come from? out of nowhere? God clapped his hands? I don't know. Is this all some huge, connected force? And that souls never leave? Will, when some laddie or lassie wraps his head around the universe:

why? why?

the whole matter of it, will change into something completely new and weird?

Questions, Questions...

I hope this isn't too deep for you. Or you're not bored. If you're thinking to yourself "waah, y the philosophy? i want 'random-ness'!" then i encourage you to enjoy the pictures below.

Because life is more than just being.

It's about knowing and seeing.

Because seeing is believing.

And knowing...well, that's a belief.

Stupid Signs

The first thing that crossed my mind was..."CRUNCH!"

Fufufufu, okey-dokey!
Don't look too disappointed.
Blink...blink....(btw, if u didn't read the bottom line of the top right-hand corner, click on it and it'll get bigger.)
I can do that.
@_@
Darn it!


Why do I feel like something's amiss..........?

Gee. Thanks.

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PWNED!!!

^_^

I Was Here

Kay, so I removed a lot of stuff from the side-bar.

Including that little flashy thing that goes...

"Coco Juniper Was Here."

I took it down. Yeah.

It was annoying me.

What is it saying? Coco Juniper was here?

Well, DOH it's her blog!

I mean my blog!

I mean....

Oh yeah, and if u haven't voted on the poll go do that now. (bottom of page yo)

So now I'm looking for more awesome stuff to put on the side-bar.

So yeah...

Peace Out.

And this post is stort, i know.

But, I already did one before.

So it doesn't matter much.

Peace Out.

Donut Troubles

GRRRRRRRRR MY BROTHERS ARE SUCH HOGS!!!!!!

The One Time, the ONE TIME, my mum want to b nice and bring home a dozen donuts, my brothers hav to go SNAG every single one of them! Every one! And leave NONE for their DEAR DARLING SISTER! GRRRRRRRRRRR! What is wrong with people?

tantrum ends.

Okay, so this is going to b a short post. I'm just going to ask you a random open-response question. It was originally a random question that gets assigned 2 u on your portfolio, blogger thing, but here goes....

What is the earliest you have ever woken up to watch cartoons?

Random...hopefully I'll get some interesting responses. And if you have ABSOLUTELY nothing interesting to say, make it up. I don't care. Make it interesting.

What It'd Be Like To Be FAMOUS

I wonder...

I think it'd be pretty cool anyway. "Regular," "Ordinary" teen by day, super-awesome famous blogger by night.

Teehee.

I'd really like it. Having billions of comments, fanmail pouring in, the publicity...

The fanmail....

When you're famous you would probably have to deal with a lot of mail that looks like this: (click to make bigger)


and this:
By the way, hating Coco Juniper = SO NOT COOL! You love me, and you know it. >:-D

This post...

yeah...

sorry...

I'll try to do better...

tommorrow....

or the next day...

or the....

...

zzzzzzz....

Dear Mr. Brandon Flowers...

CamoLambo was trying to think of some questions to ask the Killers (u should know who these people r by now, seriously) for The Victims (a fan site, apparently). They hav this inbox so that u can type in some of your burning questions. She wants to put in alot so that there is a higher chance that hers will get picked. I helped her pick out some questions by giving her a few of my own.

"Boxers or briefs?" It would be funny to see their reaction to this perfectly random and somewhat personal question.

"If you were stranded on a deserted island with only your bandmates, who would you eat first?" Cannibalian question. But, it would be very funny to see their response. Gawsh, i hope i don't end up splitting the up the band this way. :-/

"If you met Bruce Springsteen in a broken down elevator, what would you say to him? And what would you guess he'd say back?" The Killers: We're in a broken down elevator.... Bruce Springsteen: Yup.

"If you met President Obama in a broken down elevator, what would you say to him?" So...what about that Global Warming, eh? Uhm...yeah. Oh, and the economy. Yup.

"And Britney Spears?" Nothing. I'd just inch away SLOWLY.


Okay guys, now it's YOUR turn. Use the comments box to post up your best answers of what you think THEY might reply as. Or, even better!, come up with your own questions that you'd ask your celebrity/role model/favorite singer/whatever, and even what you think THEY might say back. And, i'll be in the CBox to talk about it, kay? And....GO!

Cacophobia, Important Polls, and George Bush's Big Break

Before you read on, scroll down to the bottom of the page and answer the poll. Remember, it's COMPLETELY anonymous, so be sure to be COMPLETELY honest. Seriously, i put that poll up so i can learn from you guys. I put that poll up knowing that some people may not like some aspects of my blog. I can take it. Bring it on. >.<
"George Bush is Out of the Office. So shut up, America. You've Got Nobody to Blame." This is George Bush's big break. After so many years...*shakes head* happy retirement Mr. Former President Sir!

(and let's not get started on Obama. He's our first African-American Prez. for pete's sake.)

Oh, i found out something new too:
Cacophobia: Fear of Ugliness

and Mageirocophobia: Fear of Cooking

wait for it...

Urophobia: Fear of Urinating, Urine

that's...useful.

It's a Small World After All...

It's summer vacation and you're taking a luxurious air-line cruise with your family to the Bahamas. Coincidentally, you happen to sit next to Billy Ray Cyrus (Miley Cyrus' father.) What would you say to him?

This is what i'd say.

Me: So...You're Billy Ray Cyrus?
Bill: Yup.
Me:...nice...um, i hear you used to have a mullet.
Bill: Yup.
Me:...so, umm, did you enjoy having a mullet?
Bill: Leave me alone, kid.
Me: no, no, i don't mean to be bothering you. I just wondered. I mean...wow, you're Billy Ray Cyrus. The mullet man!
Bill: Excuse me, but i have many other qualities too. Like music...
Me: mullet
Bill: singing...
Me: mullet
Bill: guitar...
Me: mullet
Bill: country...
Me: mullet
Bill: Look, lady, what do you want from me?!
Me: Can I have your autograph?
Bill: *grumbling* Gawsh dang kids these days *more grumblings*, okay, where do you want me to sign it?
Me: how 'bout on this sick bag?
Bill: *still grumbling* Okay...
Me: No!
Bill: What?!
Me: Stop! Not like that!
Bill: What?! *angry now*
Me: No, no! Sorry. Didn't mean to make you mad. ...Er...you can sign it, "to Coco, from Mullet Man" please.
Bill: That's it! *rips up sick bag*
Me: *shocked* you...you are one meeeeeean celebrity.
Bill: Leave me alone!
Me: Okay, but if i feel woozy, i'm using your sick-bag.
Bill: That's it. *puts in ear-plugs* Good-night, kid!
Me: ...sorry...sir
Bill: *grumblings*
Me: i hate your daughter by the way. Hannah Montana.
Bill: *grumbles*
Me: that's what i thought.

I asked my friends what they'd do. DFM conjured up a particularily violent scene. Umm, i won't go into that.

You're taking the bus to New York, and you happen to pick a passanger's seat next to Barack Obama. It's the day before the inaugeration. What would you say to him?

This is me:

Me: *surprised* Obama!
Obama: What!? *jumps*
Me: sorry, didn't mean to surprise you.
Obama: no, no, i wasn't surprised. It's alright. What's your name?
Me: Oh, I'm Coco. And I know who you are, um, obviously.
Obama: *chuckles* Well, hello Coco.
Me: I just want to say, I'm really looking forward to the inaugeration.
Obama: that's great.
Me: I really hope you do great.
Obama: you're pretty unusual for a teenager. What are your hobbies?
Me: um, movie-making, blogging....
Obama: you have a blog?
Me: yes, cocojuniper.blogspot.com
Obama: I used to blog when I was young.
Me: Really?
Obama: *chuckles* yes...i don't know if i was as good as you.
Me: wow. What was it called? Your blog?
Obama: um, chuckles101 or something or another, .blogspot.com
Me: ...
Obama: pretty strange to be hearing that from someone that's about to be a president tommorow, eh?
Me: I won't lie- it's very strange.
Obama: Heh, well you'll have to remember that despite me being the president, i'm still a citizen deep inside. A little boy of 14- Chuckles he was called by his peers- from hawaii.
Me: yes, oh! this is my stop. Thank you, mr. president, sir.
Obama: Nice talking to you Coco.
Me: Yes...just one thing...how did you get the nickname "Chuckles?"
Obama: ...
Me: personal?
Obama: very
Me: Okay...bye then.
Obama: bye

It Just Never Gets Old (Okay, Maybe It Does)

hey guys. got my mm-ing system back up and working. working on another project...s'all good.
















heeh. heeh.

Okay. Sorry guys. Honestly, im now SO over it.

It's DONE.

sooo...

what now?

*rocks back and forth on heels*

ummmm

...

okay- ONE more.




Ta-dah!

...

Like i said- DONE.

"When You Were Young"

...you probably weren't this strange. But, you didn't have a blog, now didja?


Congratulations CamoLambo, for finally "meeting" Brandon Flowers. Yay! In "celebration" of this, I have drawn a picture of THE KILLERS (Brandon, Mark, Dave, and Ronnie!). I luv cartooning, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for free-style sketching. I did it in, like, 15 minutes, but it's 100% masterpiece. What do you guys all think?

(and here I am, approving it)

I couldn't remember if Mark was the weird guy with the 'fro and the guitar, or Dave was. Either way, it doesn't matter so much.

What? I didn't have enough room on the paper for Ronnie! So I have my priorities....
(I am slightly biased.)

Brandon. Very good overall. Looks like he's about 10-years-old, but IN A GOOD WAY. Right? Yes. That's what I thought. (hahaha, i just realized he's wearing girl shoes. *smiles*)

Dave (or mark). He's got the 'fro...eyeliner...creepy look in the eye...check, check, and check! Oh, and ignore the fact he has no arms and horse-feet. It's all part of the rock-star look. Erm.

Mark (or dave). He started to look like a bit of a girl, so I had to add the overly-muscular gorilla arms and stubble to "man it up". I'm very proud of my work, actually. The whole "staring into your soul" was intensional. Again, rock-star look. Or, you know, close enough.

Ronnie. I'm pretty sure, he's the drummer in the band. I know my drawing of a drumset is way off, but whatev.
(He looks good in miniature...yeah, not bad)

***so congrats to CamoLambo again, for obtaining Brandon Flowers's Flowers (see the little seal below).

Blonde Jokes...You Know

Just got done with my note taking and essay. Wanna know what my essay title is called? "Drooge". *smiles*

Nothing much to report. CamoLambo is finally going 2 a Killers concert. ^_^ Pebbles, I'm sorry I didn't make it to the concert tonight. I wuz working on my essay (see above- "Drooge"). Umm, apart from that- i took my music test today. Guitar. 6_6. I learned that I can actually play the guitar. And I'm not that bad! ^_^

I was notified that i missed a few "holidays" from one of my earlier posts. I am sorry. I guess i just like to think of them as "guidelines" or "suggestions". That, and i totally forgot. *whistles* yeah, ain't that clevah of me?
Since I haven't got anything better to say, I guess I'll just share you some dumb blonde jokes (yay! I luv these!). enjoy.


A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain. "I would like to buy this TV," she told the salesman.
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman, "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
"Darn, he recognized me," she thought.
She went for a complete disguise this time; haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, "How do you know I'm a blonde?"
"Because that's a microwave," he replied.

A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead all enter a swim meet. The gun goes off, and the brunette quickly captures first, with the redhead coming in second. An hour later, the blonde emerges from the pool and complains to the judges that while she was doing the breast stroke, the others were using their arms.

MM-ing

updating again:

I feel horrible. I'm sneezing and coughing and weezing and blowing my nose all over the place. I hav soccer in a few hours, and I seriously don't think I'm up to it.

MM Update: (M. M. stands for "movie making" if this is new to you). Okay, turns out I can't import songs I bought on iTunes onto Windows Movie Maker because it's locked, and there is no way I can fix it without breaking the law. Theoretically. However, what I can do is burn songs from CDs, onto iTunes- then import them to Windows Movie Maker. Meaning, if I want to use a song for mm-ing, I would hav to go buy the CD. Ew.

I don't want to spend $20 for each CD, just because I want to use one certain song on each one. And they're like a buck @ iTunes. GR.

And the CDs I do own are very lame. And, of them there are few. It doesn't bother me much though. I mean, Iv had an ipod since forever-- so what's the urgency?

There's a price at being a 1-man-band. It's hardr to get the good footage u need. But it's not limited. I wuz watching a movie with my dad, and like at the beginning of almost all dvds, there was this "Buying Pirated DVDs is Against the Law" video. Click here to see it. It's very simple. There's no words. The footage is plain and clear. Not too complicated- not too exciting. The zooming in and out is basic stuff. So why is the video so powerful? Soundeffects, help, the big words are better, but the over all "super-spy" bluntness is what makes it capturing. it's kinda weird talking about just some tacked on 30 sec video for a $9 dvd like it's The Titanic, oscar-nominated film, but when your into mm-ing like me, ya can't help it.

I almost want to say I want to create an after-school activity, where a bunch of kids and I would work on an actual music video. That would b fun. ;)

What else...mmmm... DFM's video is having difficulties uploading, so i don't think that's going to work. And, uh, I shared my D&S Sk8er Boi Video with my GS troop. Okay. Bye.

Obama is Real

It feels...weird.

Bush not being president.

Obama in the house. No longer a campaign. A hope. A chance. A slogan. He's...real now.

His plans are real.
His promises are real.
McCain is not real.
Bush is not real. Bush is a man. Bush is a person. Bush is a citizen.

A citizen.

Like, not president.

Whoa.

OBAMA. IS. PRESIDENT. NOW.

The posters are down.
The ads are over.
The bumper-stickers are finished.
But the plans aren't.

I'm so used to thinking of Obama as an image. A poster. A speech. But all that's over. The election's over. Posters are now silly. Ads are useless. Bumper-stickers done. There's no slogan to hide behind, no campaign, no voters, it's all in the open. It's all vulnerably open.

The only things that are real now is the economy. global warming. education. iraq war. healthcare. those are still real.

there is no longer a hope.

there is Obama.

It's all in his hands now. Good luck new president. To show my support I have put an Obama button on the side-bar.

Not Going To Happen

I liek my horoscopes. I know the segments pulled out of low-funded newspapers written by middle-aged women on a sunday afternoon while drinking tea are fakeish. They look over common qualities that the horoscope has (such as scorpio = sarcastic) and make up something to go along with it (you will tell a sarcastic joke.)
Now i liek horoscopes, okay. I think they're cool and personal and unique. I leik being a libra, and i wuz looking around for some little flash toy i could put up on my blog that represents that. I was deeply disappointed.

1) Out of liek 50 different flash toys for horoscopes, only two were Libras. TWO!!!! What, are we not like cool enough or anything? *death glare*
2) and the two of them that were there were terrible. Observe:

Not too bad. But the zebra stripes and the pink? Not working.

You can't put that up on the web and expect it to not be provoking. I have much tolerance for this type of stuff, but man buttocks representing the most balanced of all horoscopes? I'm not okay with that. Plus, it's sexist. Though it's mostly the man buttocks.

I'm telling you guys- not going to happen.

So, if you know where i can get a good libra horoscope thing to put up, you'd tell me right? Thanx guys, i appreciate it.

Save Sky!

This Coco Juniper post is made to be deliberately like a CNN news broadcast. Tell me how it goes, mmkay?

Coco: Greetings, watchers. Today I am sorry to entitle you to some very grave news. Sky Juniper, mascot and friend to cocojuniper.blogspot.com, is missing. Allow me to switch over to Mr. Darcy, who is reporting from the crime scene. Doctor?

Mr. Darcy: Grave news indeed. Sky has been a beacon of hope to bloggers everywhere, ensuring safe prosperity to CJ Forever. But now, reports are flying everywhere of a tragic accident that has ensured his mishap. Witnesses tell me that Sky, after returning from the zoo, was run over by a minivan. Princess Peach, would you care to explain what you saw?

Princess Peach: Of course. I was only coming back from dress shopping- they just don't sell pink dresses like they used to!- when i hear a SCREECH and a HOWL as Sky the Weasel was squished by the oncoming van.

Mr. Darcy: *alarmed* Squished by a van? How could it be so? Are you to believe that Sky is dead?

Princess Peach: Hmmm. Well. Okay. I always assumed that Sky was strong for a weasel, but even then the chances of survival are slim. Uhm...well then. This is unfortunate. Err...call of the search!

Obi-Wan-Kenobi: *appears out of nowhere*Not so fast!

Mr. Darcy: Obi-Wan-Kenobi! From Star Wars? Aren't you supposed to be dead?!

Obi-Wan-Kenobi: Why yes, yes I am.

Mr. Darcy: *blustering* But, uh, then, uhm, are you, to, here and, then I, and Sky the weasel, and er, the uh search?

Voldermort: *appears out of nowhere* Stop blustering fool!

Mr. Darcy, Princess Peach, Obi-Wan-Kenobi: VOLDERMORT?!?!

Voldermort: It is me! The great, the almighty- VOLDERMORT! Aha!

Princess Peach: What the heck are you doing here?

Voldermort: That is no way to address the Dark Lord. I sentence you to- ETERNAL PAIN!

Princess Peach: Ahhhhhhhhh! *turns into pile of ash*

Mr. Darcy: WHAT is GOING on HERE!

Voldermort: That was no van that smooshed Sky the Weasel! It was I! Voldermort! I wanted to rid of him to curse the world with evil, so I turned Indiana Jones into a red minivan and bribed Ron Weasely into running him down!

Obi-Won-Kenobi: *turns around to look at Ron who, coincidentally, is standing right behind them* How could you, laddie?! You endangered earth, the universe, and Indiana Jones! Where is he anyway?

Ron Weasely: *nervously* I kindof ran him into a stopsign.

Obi-Won-Kenobi: YOU!

Voldermort: *inturrupting* SILENCE! This is about ME, remember? It was MY plan! Stop stealing my spotlight- BE GONE!

Ron Weasely: Ahhhhhhhh! *turns into pile of ash*

Voldermort: Much better.

Princess Peach: *who miraculously is well enough to talk* Can't argue with ya there.

Obi-Won-Kenobi: ENOUGH! This has gone too far! Voldermort, GET OUT OF HERE!

Voldermort: Make me!

Princess Peach: *chants* Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Obi-Won-Kenobi: the tables are turned. I may have been defeated by my apprentice, but you will never reign over ME!

Voldermort: Harry Potter can believe all he wants. He is no match for I, either. If it's a fight they want, it's a fight you'll get.

Princess Peach: Let the battle between fantasy and sci-fi begin!

Indiana Jones: *who runs over, still in minivan form* STOP!

Princess Peach: No! Don't listen to him- he's just a truck!

Indiana Jones: you're one to talk!

Mr. Darcy: What is going on here?!?

Indiana Jones: Don't listen to her! We must not be fighting at times like this. There is something important I need to tell you! Sky the Weasel is still alive!

Mr. Darcy: What?

Princess Peach: What?

Obi-Won-Kenobi: What?

Ron Weasely: What?

Voldermort: What! No!

Indiana Jones: It's true! That was not him I ran over, he is still alive!

Princess Peach: Hooray!

Voldermort: Silence! *blasts her again with his wand.*

Princess Peach: Ahhhhhh! *disappears completely*

Mr. Darcy: But if you didn't run over Sky, who did you?

R2D2: *wheels by- battered and broken* *mournfully* beep!

Voldermort: That's no fair! You have another Star Wars character! I'm outnumbered! *waves want- Hermione Granger appears* Now it's a fair fight!

Ron Weasely: But you had me, remember?

Voldermort: Don't make me hurt you.

Indiana Jones: THERE IS NO FIGHT! This is about SKY, remember?!?!?!?!?!

Princess Peach: *now only consisting as a disattatched voice* Go find him, you dolts!

Voldermort: HOW DOES SHE KEEP COMING BACK?!?!

Obi-Won-Kenobi: She's right! R2-D2, you're with me! We have to find him before he does!

Voldermort: No problem! Hermione!

Hermione: No! I'm not working for you!

Voldermort: Here's five dollars.

Hermione: I'm all yours.

Obi-Won-Kenobi: Onward!

Voldermort: Raaaaaaah!

Indiana Jones: *after a long pause* I mean, I know I'm a car, but do you still think I can take Willie to the prom?

Mr. Darcy: ...

Princess Peach: ...

Ron Weasely: Sure!

Will Voldermort find Sky and destroy him before Obi-Won-Kenobi can save him? Will Princess Peach, Ron Weasely, and Indiana Jones ever be restored to their original form? Who is better- fantasy or sci-fi? Tune in next "week"! Bye!