The infamous phrase "Saw the movie, loved the book" is one I am not using because while the book was the glory and aspiration of my life once, it only serves testament to wait until I have life and writing experience before I start working on my own novels.

It should be no secret to anyone here I want to be a published fantasy novelist someday. Why I wait until later instead of now is because young writers, I've come to realize for myself, aren't very well-founded as older writers and haven't exactly been around the block in the fiction department. When I finally aim to be a published author, I want to be the kind "that's been around the block." I'm not there yet because I have only been reading books for five and a half years, and writing for four. (I was ADD and Dyslexic, okay?)

Christopher Poalini shows promise. His descriptions are well-worth indulging in the Inheritance trilogy for that alone. The kid has one vivid imagination. However his characters are less than to be desired for. My take on the main trio. The main protaganist of the Inheritance books is nothing short of a Gary Stue. Eragon starts as an uneducated back of the woods twit that in less than a year gets a shining blue steed and is the realm's greatest champion against  the mad tyrannical king. Arya, who I view as the trilogy's second most important heroine, is hardly more than an exotic love interest. An elven princess, stunningly beautiful, and strong in magic and in swordsmanship. Most paragraphs about her concentrate more on her beauty and skill rather than her personality. And Murtagh, who was BY FAR my favorite character in the series; a complicated and conflicted young man and a controversial character (ZOMG, Zuko archetype!). Murtagh's character showed so much promise, but Poalini flushed that down toilet by the end of Eldest. I blame the faults in his writing to age and inexperience. In essence, setting: Lord of the Rings, plot: Star Wars, and underline tone: McCaffery's dragons. Poalini scores points over Caf's for making the bond between rider and dragon a heck of a lot closer and giving dragons personalities.

The film. Saphira's demographics were marvelous, the scenery gritty and true to the era, but the only parts I enjoyed. The acting was pathetic, and the plot so chopped up compared to the book I found myself wishing I'd stayed home to watch Battelestar Galactica.  In fact I would have but my friend asked me to go see the movie with her and even bought me a ticket. Ya can't say no under those circumstances. What got me through the chopped up pacing were the snide and sarcastic remarks my friend and I made. Our remarks made us laugh; I'd go crazy without her.

Saphira, while I whole-heartedly loved her design her behavior confused me. When she first hatches she's so cute, my heart melted but I swear she thought she was a puppy! Then when she finally grows up literally over flight she seems to think she was a  swan. Especially at Brom's funeral! Just spread her wings so elegantly in a selute.

Arya. I can understand why they made her human. After the LotR film trilogy critics would have been shouting "rip-off." But she went from warrior chick to magical, ballarina princess. The dream scene of her in a forest Eragon had I felt like I was watching a teenager's playboy fantasy.

Murtagh. The point of his character was missed completely. I got the sense he was an agent sent by Galbatorix. His attire just screamed WEASEL. And for a major charatcer his screen time was painfully small. Oh, and Murtagh seemed to like dressing in black and drag a bit. Great, in the books he behaved like an emo being a traitor's son now he dresses like an emo.

Just... Just... Brom says "magic has rules and limitations" yet he doesn't even bother explaining the rules. He also says "magic flows from the dragon to its rider" yet Arya has no problem magicking. Hmm... is she secretly hiding her own off somewhere? And the Urgles at the end came out of no where!! Just popped out of the ground and the WTF moment of the movie. At LEAST the book had build-up!!

Eragon... Still a Gary Stu, a bit flat, just fair instead of dark eyes and hair. Of course I did liked the bit where he'd played at swords with his cousin before travelling off with Brom. In the book he'd never lifted an object, not even a stick, with the intention the object was a substitute sword.

Okay, I'm done. Whoa... That was really long post.


 

Naruto’s infamous Chain-smoker

Blade master of the wind element

Elite Shinobi of the Village Hidden in the Leaves

One of the Twelve Shinobi Guards

Son of Sandaime

Kurenai’s love

Sensei of Ino-Shika-Chou

Friend of Monk Chiriku

The man who beheaded one of Akatsuki’s deadliest

Killed by Hidan

You will be remembered

Sarutobi Asuma

Chapter 34-328

As an Avatar fan, there exists three things(besides being cancelled and writers fired) I fear the most for my beloved show that make my blood run cold. Who will read this? I don't really care and don't expect many to, but I need to get this off my chest. And my anxiety is partly caused by people in the forum. Yes, I blame you, read the reasons listed below.

1. Character deaths. Al right, everyone in the Avatar forum (which has fallen from its original glory) is yelling left and right of about a "character dying" in the Aang Gang. Now, normally I would disregard this but thanks to the recent leakage of spoilers I can't help but think "what if." Someone, who first spread the death rumor, described it as "the Aang Gang will never be the same again." It could be Appa, but this season's dark turn and dramatic themes are making me uneasy. I'm not sure Avatar being a kid's show and television taboos will protect a Gaang-member. People are convinced someone beloved will die and are panicking. Being a worry-wart myself I get caught up in a needless river of worry that only wastes energy. I'm half-torn between being irritated at panicking fans and worried myself.

2. A fourth season. Avatar was made for one grand plot, and ONE GRAND PLOT ONLY. I feel that a fourth season would be milking Avatar for all it is worth, inevitably becoming Nick's next "Spongebob." I worry writers would grow tired with the show and move on, and their replacements won't keep up with past standards. Or the writers will be forced to stay and the quality in episodes will decrease. There is also the chance Avatar will be cancelled before it finishes its new storyline, leaving the audience as devastated as Star Trekkies.

3. SPOILER LEAKAGE. I swear, will humanity never LEARN? What's the point in watching new episodes if you already know what's going to happen? Sometimes no one forewarns ya about spoilers, and you find out information you DID NOT WANT TO KNOW. Or how about this, there IS a forewarning yet unfortunately while you avoid the spoilers someone else doesn't and let's it slip to you, the ignorantly blissful person. And most of the spoilers we've gotten lately are hacked illegally. There's probably someone at Nick now who's lost their job over this because some hoo-ha couldn't keep his pants on. I've learned my lesson concerning spoilers the hard way, believe me when I say it's an experience you do well to wish you never endure.

Someone found out who the untamed, sea-wild woman that broke Jones's heart is...

Gaze upon the woman sailors died for!

Al right, I'm working on a Danny Phantom megafic. Now before you blow this off just read what I have below! I've had a lot of people tell me though they don't watch DP the plot and story is highly intriguing. Yes, I am so low as you to beg people for a scrap of attention when it comes to my work. :roll:

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Does the dead man ever speak, or is he silent like the grave as the living say he should be? The dead are dead; uttering not a word nor telling one tale. Dust in the wind is what they are, snatched away by fate, yielding eternally to time. The dead are nothing, and nothing can change that.

More untrue words were never spoken.

When the container imprisoning Danny Phantom’s evil self is stolen by a nameless ghoul and taken back to the future, Danny alone must journey to the future and retrieve it. Once there, he sees the dystopia he strived to alter remains unchanged, he is still remembered as the evil Dark Dan, the Living Ghost. Danny believed he escaped this nightmare; the tragedy which led to the renouncement of his humanity was prevented. If his path has truly changed like Clockwork said, why does this future still exists? Will he be able to escape his twisted destiny? It is only a matter of time and fate until the question is answered.

In the past, Sam and Tucker encounter a lost little girl, whose only memory is of a brother calling her “Minnie.” On the same day the girl is discovered Sam disappears, and the girl is left in Tucker’s care. First Danny is gone, now Sam. Alone with “Minnie,” Tucker finds the young child is full of surprises, from her poetic speech and gracious manners, to her disturbing ability of sensing the approach of death. While he anxiously awaits the return of his friends to help him solve this mystery known as Minnie, he finds Danielle is back, along with her new friend the deceptive yet beautiful Amanda Hobbes.

Meanwhile, Vlad Masters has joined forces with Eris, goddess of chaos. Eris wishes to find the dark angel, currently trapped in mortal form. What she wishes to do with the dark angel is unknown. For his help, the goddess has promised him Maddie’s love and revenge against Jack. But Vlad learns here when you deal with gods you get more than you bargain for. Just how far is he willing to go to achieve his desires?

Valerie Gray witnesses the abduction of Sam Manson by a powerful ghoul, a self-proclaimed “ghost with the most.” With Phantom gone, a more menacing specter has surfaced to take his place. Never before has such devastation occurred on her watch. She vows to destroy this monster and rescue Sam but needs help. Valerie feels only a Fenton can assist her, but since the Fentons and their son are in Europe on a paranormal research project, only their daughter Jazz remains in Amity Park. Valerie pressures Jazz into helping her. The young woman reluctantly agrees, but not for the reasons Valerie thinks they are. The two venture into the Ghost Zone to track down the “ghost with the most.” The further the two delve into this sinister realm the more they learn of the ghoul’s notorious reputation. Eventually Valerie and Jazz learn the ghoul is known as Betelgeuse, and that to defeat him they must seek the one mortal who has outwitted him, Lydia Deetz.

While his family, friends, and enemies struggle without him in the past, the ordeal Danny must endure will be the hardest. In the future the half-ghost is taken to the underworld, where he encounters the golem Samantha of the Core, his old friend Sam Manson’s afterlife incarnation. In death, Samantha serves as a warrior in the underworld military, and is the most trusted soldier of the general, Son of Nergal. Through her, Danny begins to grasp the true horrors of what his evil self has done. As he sinks deeper into the underworld society, he learns of a coming conflict the underworld hierarchy endeavor to keep silent; a battle greater than the war between good and evil; a fight which existence as we know it depends on.

Forewarning to all, this tale is not for any of faint hearts. Of life’s insanity, intensity, and agony; the acts that are truly sin. It is the easiest thing to destroy one’s fragile perception of reality, yet only a remnant is needed to rebuild. Can the illusion of hope always be found, even in the domain of Hell? The lengths a soul goes to save a loved one. The deadliest sin is to love, the guiltiest pleasure to hate. The good and evil in the humans, ghosts, monsters, gods, and even the dark angel comes into question. All will be put to the test upon the arrival of the prophesied One who shall determine the outcome of the anticipated battle for existence, the Century Child.

This published poem of mine.

The Huntress

Bright burning in the night
Forever by the firelight
Within deep abandon eyesight
The Huntress waits for the Hunt

Alive in the immortal soul
Alive through flowing blood flow
Dead in her dusted human heart
Dead in her broken mortal dreams

Bloodlust drips from the enclosure of her breasts
Forever and ever dripping with utter hate
Hate for the one who stole her
Stole her from the living ones

What fuels her in this uneven life?
What makes the carcass walk the steps?
What holds her clinging to immortality?
What makes her hide behind the night?

She walks from the burning hearth
Swaying from side to side
Like an animated corpse
But her eyes shine focused and clear

She disappears into the night
As subtly as she came by the firelight
A shriek fills the endless night air
The Hunt is over, the kill is done

Bright burning in the night
Forever by the firelight
Within deep abandon eyesight
Laying dead in the shadowed light

This is a AMV for Avatar I found, a hilarious parody song by Al Sherman of 60's craziness and protests. This AMV was really well done and gives me giggles each time I watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzntyNdFycA