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Name: Tarver
Birthday: 2/18/1987
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

It is time once again for yet another invention of The Creatrix. You've seen the Severely Altered Story Hour, and the all-infamous Phobia of the Day--now I shall introduce The Creatrix's Inventive Machine Minute. The following scripts are for use on answering machine messages, if you couldn't already ascertain from the title. Anyone who is feeling ambitious is free to use these on their own answering machines--my only request is that you let me know so I can call you and laugh at it.

Inventive Message Minute #1:
The War Against Sir Jakesalot

*for this message, one should have recordings of war explosions, screams, and gunfire to be played in the background.*

*war sounds begin* Gamma team, cover us, cover us, they're attacking our flanks!!
 Sorry, but I can't answer the phone right now; I'm helping out in the battle against the evil Sir Jakesalot. *explosions intensify* Yikes! I can't talk long, but I'll get back to you! Just leave your name and number, or call me sometime later at [contact's number] as long as we win this war! *pause* Oh, and if we happen to... well... not win this war, you can still contact me at 354 cell block B-6, Jakesalot Bastion and Penitentiary, in the United States of Jakeland! Whatever the case, catch ya later! *beep*

Inventive Message Minute #2:
The Answer That Answers Back

*for this message, one should have someone other than one's self, preferably of the opposite gender, to record this message*

Hello! *pause* I'm [contact's name]'s answering machine! *mockingly* ..Yes, yes, I know--it's not proper for an answering machine to actually respond to the caller--we're supposed to be all, *in whiny voice* "Hi, I'm generic caller! I'm not here right now, so please leave a message after the beep!" *annoyingly* BEEEP! Bah! I'll be having none of that! Besides, I know you'd rather talk to me than [contact's name], right? Right? *sigh*Yeah, that's the life of an answering machine.... Whatever.... Leave a message and I'll relay it to [contact's name]... if I feel like it. Stupid no-good callers, "I-don't-wanna-talk-to-the-answering-machine" little cheats, all they ever do is--
*beep*

Inventive Message Minute #3:
The Beep Shop

*for this message, one needs many different beeps to be played in the background, possibly even a recording of the beep of the person's individual answering machine*

*flurry of the beeps in the background*
Hellooo! Yeah, sorry, I can't come to the phone right now; I'm a little too busy working on my Beep Shop. I know, I hadn't told you I own a beep shop, but I was going to tell you! Everyone laughed at me when I said I was starting a beep shop... little did they know how profits would soar once rap was invented! Oh well, their loss. Hey, leave a message after the--
*beep*
*silence*
...
Oh, I'm terribly sorry. *beeps in background continue* Wrong beep. Yeah, so anyway, you've reached [contact's name] at [contact's number], so if you feel--
*beep*
*silence*
...
Hey, cool, my pizza's done! One second... *beeps in background continue* *narrator continues, chewing food* So anyway, at the sound of the... er... beep, leave me a message, okay?
*beep*
But not that one.
*beep*
Probably not that one either.
*beep*
And definitely not that one.
*beep*


That's it for this week's installment of The Creatrix's Inventive Message Minutes for now, but I assure you, there are more to come.

Phobia of the week: Phonophobia- Fear of noises or voices or one's own voice; of telephones.


Feel free to invent any of your own messages, as well! Have a nice day.

~The Creatrix

*beep*


Saturday, November 26, 2005

WARNING!

As of 1:22 pm, November 26th, 2005, operatives at TheCreatrix have sent out a Most Wanted warning. There is a man at large whose plot to take over the world threatens us all. As such, TheCreatrix believes it is his duty to educate the public about this dangerous man and the threat he serves to both our nation and the world. A cash prize of 100,000 pennies will be awarded to the person who can apprehend this fiend, who has an entire network of impersonators as to avoid being caught.

His name... is Santa Claus.

Here is the list of treasons the man has committed:

1. The man lives in the secluded wastelands of the North Pole. Clearly he has reason to hide, and clearly he has done deeds so dastardly that even the Russian mafia, the Japanese Yakuza, and the Sir Jakesalot gang cannot trust him to be within their clans. What has he done to be banished to the arctic wasteland? We need only look at his vehicle of wrongdoing to understand his potential. The man claims to visit all good Gentile children of the world simply to give presents. Realize, however, that there are only 12 hours in a night, and even if he surfs along the time zone changes, he needs alternative means to do this in one night. Clearly, the man has nuclear capabilities in his sleigh in order to power the massive amounts of energy needed to fly so quickly. Though George Bush has yet to realize this, Santa Claus has weapons of mass destruction.

...But why would Santa Claus need nuclear weaponry?

2. The man claims he knows when you are "naughty or nice". As such, it is clear he has rigged every home in the world with a large network of covert cameras and microphones, monitoring our every move. This, coupled with the proof of the man's nuclear capabilities, is sharply akin to the actions of a dictator. Because of this, we can determine that Santa Claus indeed intends to take over the world.

...But how would he, despite his powerful weaponry and intricate spy network, be able to take over the world by himself?

3. The problem with this is that he is not alone. In his arctic stronghold, he has an innumerable army of what he calls "elves". These "elves" are humanoid beings. They are very short in comparison to a normal human, and their work ethic exceeds that of a robot's. Their unassuming name, however, hides a dark interior truth: that in Santa Claus's attempts to create his nuclear weapons, he has created his own race of genetically altered humans to do his bidding. They have been brainwashed into clone-like status, being forced to wear the same clothes and losing their very identities. These "elves" must be nothing more than human slaves that Santa has taken, who through the effects of radiation and brainwashing have come to respect his every bidding. Creating such menial things as toys only strengthens Santa's grasp on the "elves's" minds, numbing them from any form of free will until he can even tell them to take over the world. On a related note, the pinnacle of his creations, a reindeer he calls Rudolf, has a glowing red nose. Though he claims this is to help him guide his sleigh, it is clear Rudolf is only the aftermath of the radiation experiments Santa did when creating his nuclear weaponry.

...Okay, so Santa has the weapons, the reconnaissance, and the army. But even he cannot avoid financial obligations.The man's completely cut off from anything else in the world--how does he fund his war machine?

Therein lies the sick genius of the man. Let us first review--Santa Claus created nuclear weaponry. In his experiments to invent nuclear weaponry, he created a genetically mutated race of humanoids called "elves". Using his brainwashing techniques, he forces the "elves" to wear same clothes and work on toys all day and night. This technique makes it possible for him to order the "elves" to do anything he wants, including taking over the world.... And what better way to gain the trust of the rest of the world than to give the excess, the presents, to little children pretending it is from the goodness of his heart? Once distributing his "elves'" toys to the children, he uses his spy network to watch the children to find the opportune moment that he has gained their entire trust... but during his distribution, he steals away cookies and milk that the children expect he is to partake from. It is obvious that one man, no matter how big-boned, cannot eat all those cookies and drink all that milk. What, then, does he do? He takes these cookies and milk. He uses the milk to feed his "elves" and reindeer, and gives the cookies to the "elves," instructing them to resell them to the world. These "elves" thusly run their own cookie company to fuel Santa's war machine. This company's name is Nabisco. The "elves" portrayed in the marketing are nothing more than the brainwashed mutated humans Santa employs to pool financial wealth!

WARNING! To avoid allowing this brutal man from spreading his wrath cross the known world, we must band together! Do not, I repeat, do not allow Santa to gain your full trust! He is a known felon, a known harborer of weapons of mass destruction, a believer in genetic mutation, slavery, and cookie black markets! Be cautious! He is considered armed and dangerous and legged! With this, I have shown you exactly how and why Santa is fully capable of taking over the world.

    ~TheCreatrix


Friday, November 11, 2005

i havent postd her in soooooooooo long its crazy

wat up wtih my life u ask well not much

i gots me a carere change, tho.... i not gon be in music no mor. i no my english teachers r gonna kik me for dis but im gon to be an english major

whoda thunk

i gon right good 4 life

...

*ahem* For those of you who didn't understand that nonsensical prattle I just spewed, I have just decided I'm not going into music industry after all, or rather music at all. After a rather long thought process that is still rather going, I've stepped back from the idea of going into music and have hearkened to the plan of English. Who would have guessed? Yes, I discovered now that there's one major I can take that just happens to cover the broad range of things I would want to do in an English-related career, English with an emphasis in Writing. The very reason I hadn't originally gone with English was my doubt in choosing just one emphasis, but with this one major I can do tutoring, editing, publishing, creative writing, and potentially teaching, all things I have no qualms doing. *woop!*
Shoulda known, really, that that was going to happen, eh? Haha....

Oh no! I'm delving into sappy personal stories again! Quick, quick, get the disinfectant!


Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - fear of long words

....(you gotta be kiddin' me)

~Creatrix


Saturday, October 22, 2005

   So I felt it was due time for some... house cleaning, shall we say. The dust mites that had been collecting behind Jake's ears are now cleaned away, and I am pleased to report that the bipolar plot, which until present had been sulking madly in that corner over there *points ambiguously*, has now been taken to rehab. Joy.

  No new Creatrix news on which to report, except perhaps for the fact that there is news of having no news on which to report, which would mean there truly is news on which to report, were it not for the fact that the only news on which to report has already been reported, which altogether leads back to the original purpose of this paragraph, which was, indeed, to report that there is no new news on which to report. Have a nice day.


     ~TheCreatrix


Metathesiophobia--fear of changes


I have been a member of Xanga for 411 days. Good heavens.


Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Conversation that happened to a hapless person who knew not of my middle age crisis:
(ps. names have been removed to hide identities)
(pps. I'm the one without italics)
(ppps. Someone arrest pps for ruining ps's job)


u fall asleep??

Yup. That's why I'm talking to you.

well u hadnt said anything for awhile

Neither had you, really

yeah i suppose

It's one of those things; don't eat kill the dog if it ain't biting you.

Sorry, I only meant *kill, not eat and kill.

um....u eat dog

I just said, I only meant kill.

But then again, they do it in the Phillipines; can it be that bad?

o ok
maybe they dont have some animals we do so there substituting

So you're saying what we're doing is the right way, and everybody else just substitutes because they don't have what we do?

yeah pretty much
jk

I don't think they're substituting. That's just the way they roll.

yeah i know
well i dont think they rool
roll

Oh fine. That's the way they ingest sustenance, then.

ok thats better

Should I use all big words, then, and no slang?

fine then ill talk like a guy from the 1700's or sumthin
so ha

Verily, lad, wherefore hath thy minde strayede? Thou know not to whom thy speatheth!
Shant thine very soul, in thy earthly fortunes, know, in sooth, that thou art not the only being upon this land that speaks such tongue?

does thou want meith to strikeith thee across thy face

It stands beyond mine owne comprehension how thou can such assume that thou challenge mine capacity to speaketh the native tongue of our fathers! Thou art an insult, a very disgrace, to the language!
My dear lad, take well this advice--challenge not if thou canst stand the very winds of challenge herself!

k u win
i need some practice

Thine humility warrants thy forgiveness, my dear sir, though I stand in belief that it shall taketh more than practice to acquire such dialect.
M'lad, be frank with he to whom thou speak... Did thou, in thy haste ways, expect such response?

True as that be, I speakth in this tounge better aloud rather than if i beith online
but i think u would still win

I thank thee for thy respect. Verily, for thy humbleness, I shalt speak mine tongue no longer.

no i didnt expect u to anser like that

But really, like I said.... Watch who you challenge Olde English. 
All in good fun, lad. Oh, sorry...


(pppps. While ps and ppps are attempting to lynch pps for revealing TheCreatrix's blatantly apparent role in the previous comment, both pppps and TheCreatrix himself wish to note that neither means any insult to the person with whom Creatrix held this conversation (hence the blockage of identity). The previous is posted more so because it is a middle age crisis event than anything.)



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