Monday, October 24, 2016

Your Favorite Disney Show Based On Your Zodiac Sign

Aquarius
That’s So Raven
You love to help people out, just as Raven tried to do with her psychic powers.  At heart, you are a unique, free humanitarian; and so, you felt deeply connected to Raven on a spiritual level.  It was almost as if she could read your thoughts, you know, see where you would be in the future, which would inevitably be in front of your TV watching her on Disney.  You lived to watch Raven, Corey, and Chelsea dig their way out of trouble and help others along the way, making this show your absolute favorite. 

Pisces
Hannah Montana
Let’s be real, you are so artsy and musical you simply cannot contain it…sort of like Miley Cyrus on your favorite Disney Channel show.  You love to be around people and friends and they love to be around you, even though also like Miley, you can be an emotional wreck.  However, in the end you are compassionate and you know that “nobody’s perfect.”  I hate myself for that.

Aries
The Proud Family
What can you say?  You are strong and confident, and almost as energetic as The Proud Family.  You appreciated watching Penny earn her independence as well as solve questions about growing up.  All in all, this show was your jam and your life-blood as a kid.  The Proud Family ignited your now fervent TV show binging practices and so you are forever indebted to them. 

Taurus
Dave the Barbarian
You low-key high-key went crazy for Dave’s bullish yet oh-so devoted and reliable personality.  Although this was one of the shorter shows on the Disney Channel, it topped your list of personal favorites.  The romance, the humor, the handiness, and the cooking all contributed to Dave becoming an icon in your life.  What a guy!

Gemini
Suite Life of Zack and Cody
Yes, we all know you are sick of everything pertaining to your zodiac being about how it’s all twinny and double-sided, but in all seriousness you really did enjoy watching Zack and Cody twin it out at the Tipton Hotel.  By nature, you are curious and quick, yet also caring and musical, so the dynamic twins struck a cord with your kid-self.  Plus, you admired the diverse friend group Zack and Cody shared and hoped that one day you too would never have to fear being alone.  

Cancer
Lizzie McGuire
Like Lizzie, your emotions can be all over the place, however this leads you to have an intense imagination and a sympathetic nature.  When you watched Lizzie McGuire, you were Lizzie McGuire.  For you, every episode felt like an emotional and mental work out as you almost involuntarily put yourself into Lizzie’s love drama, family drama, and teen drama.  However, regardless of the exhaustion that this show caused you, Lizzie and her friends became your friends and in turn, made this show your favorite on the Disney Channel. 

Leo
Phineas and Ferb
That theme song, I mean, that theme song.  From the fun, colorful intro to the endless creativity and passion among Phineas, Ferb, and their friends, this show made your childhood.  You live for holidays and the cheerful parts of life, so a show dedicated to endless creativity during SUMMER VACATION was obviously going to strike a chord with you as a kid.  You don’t necessarily do well with being ignored and with facing the harshness of reality, so watching two kids who came from a middle class family craft the most fabulous and inventive of all summer creations gave you hope as a child to find your own passions to eradicate boredom. 

Virgo
Kim Possible
As a Virgo, you are on it.  You have your shit together and so Kim P was such an iconic role model.  You absolutely adored how the teenage spy was a feminist icon and a strong, independent go-getter, even if you may not have known what those social concepts represented.  You respect those who are loyal, dedicated, and kind problem-solvers, so watching the Kim-Possible team do their thing was addictive.  Moreover, you are a true animal-person and so low-key high-key Rufus was your spirit animal.

Libra
Recess
What you loved about Recess (besides it being recess) was that Recess was a show about you and your friends…only amped up and Disneyfied.  You’ve always been dedicated to cooperation and by nature you are a social butterfly, so a show that centered around the most communal atmosphere at school seemed like it was designed just for you.  However, what really made you just fall in love with Recess was that the group was fearless in their confrontations for school-yard justice, something you yourself had trouble with as a kid.  Thus, Recess became your anthem and your supreme favorite Disney show.

Scorpio
Even Stevens
Friendship is your life-philosophy and so watching Louis and Alan’s bond blossom was a wonderful, addictive experience for you as a kid.  Additionally, like Louis, you are quite the resourceful individual.  Thus, having a TV show where you could connect with the main-character’s passionate creativity was such a treat.  Honestly, you epitomize the word fierce and Even Stevens was all about being fierce.  So there.

Sagittarius
Wizards of Waverly Place
You are a deeply generous individual who full-heartedly believes in the magic of freedom and travel.  As a kid, you adored the extroverted Alex and her funny, idealistic, yet oh-so rebellious teenage philosophy.  You deeply related to Alex’s distaste of being contained and limited, because you too have a personality that always craves to break free.  In the end, the wizards made you believe that in your future you too could travel across this world and magical others alongside friends, family, and fun. 

Capricorn
Lilo and Stitch
“’Ohana’ means ‘family,’ and ‘family’ means nobody gets left behind.”  Although Lilo and Stitch were an out-of-the-box pair and definitely not the most responsible characters on the Disney Channel, the tight bond they had between themselves and also among their family (of humans and aliens) made you love this show.  You have always been passionate about tradition, music, and dance, so Lilo and Stitch was the perfect show for you as a kid!  Almost every day, your parents would walk in on you freaking it and screaming at the TV in excitement for the adventures of this kid-alien pair.

- J. A. Kind


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Draft of "Detective Winthrop"

Hello Friends,

Below is a draft of "Detective Winthrop," a piece that I wrote and workshopped for my Writer's Focus class.  Overall, I received positive criticism, however I was told that it might flow better, if I broke up some of the larger paragraphs with interjections from Winthrop.  What do you think?

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“I’m Detective Winthrop.  Now Ms. Jones and Mr. Duhmal, you appear to have experienced quite the turbulent afternoon, with the car crash and all.  I’m thankful that you both seem to be all right.  You probably want to get over this scene as soon as possible, but first I would like to ask you both a few questions in order to further understand what you experienced and learn how I can help you to the best of my ability.”

“Yes of course, Mr. Winthrop.  One second please, let me just fix my lipstick.  Oh, good good.  Now, Mr. Winthrop, it was, it was such a horrid incident, that, that car crash.  That poor boy in front of us, oh, I hope he is alright!  What a shock it was!  Even now I can feel my dentures shaking in their Rebase ii Adhesive.”

“Yeah.  It threw me for a real long loop.  You know, you feel something like that and think wow is this the karmic awakening?  I mean, and now, talking to you, a man in blue, it’s like just literal nuts, if you’re catching my midriff.”

“Okay, let’s try and get a bit more specific.  Now can you bring me back to when you first got in the taxi, Ms. Jones?  I see you’re wringing your hands quite ferociously, are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, yes, yes, it’s just a bad habit.  Well, as for the horrid incident, I had been waiting on the street for a taxi.  I tell you Mr. Winthrop, that wait seemed like an eternity.  And you know, I don’t look like I have much time left, now do I?  Eventually, a taxi stopped and I slugged in, like the old bat I am, and in that instant I smelled the most wondrous and exotic perfume!  And as I wrapped my old mind around what in the world that smell was, I waited.  Silence, I tell you Mr. Winthrop.  It was so quiet, that in all candor, I could hear some trickling occur onto my Prevail Protections!  Oh, oh dear me, I always tell too much, Mr. Winthrop.  Well, I had completely forgotten that I was the one who should have been providing the directions.  Ha!  Instead I was awfully busy getting around to checking my lipstick in the rearview mirror.  And so, handsome Mr. Duhmal here, turned around to ask me where in the world I needed him to take me; and I swear Mr. Winthrop, as he turned and looked back, and as I looked up into the mirror, we both screamed bloody murder at the same time!”

“Winthrop man, yeah, Jones here speaks my truth.  You know, I thought it was, I don’t know, I guess weird, like on a different level weird, that my, my good customer was so, how should I put this, spiritually and emotionally distant.  So, I turned around to check if her aura was still beaming out.  It was.  But whoa, you know, I was yeah, soulfully socked with one of those full body blows by what I saw out the back window.”

“Yes, okay I see.  Now, we seem to be getting somewhere.  So, what exactly did you witness?”

“Yeah, so like just a few seconds in, after rotating around my seat like a swivel, I was balling man, like, like Kim in that video when she knows you know she was trying to see if it would work out.  Like Winthrop, it was so beautiful.  I felt the inner paradoxes of 5th Street intermittently resolve themselves, you know, respectfully of course, like they dodged my taxi while doing their thing.  Concepts just don’t do that nowadays.  And then I started whole bodily laughing, like I felt it even in my vestigial organs because I just was swept by undulations of nostalgia.  Like full frontal nostalgia, in your face, semi-hanging; you know, like you’re not quite sure if the undulations are excited or just wide in wavelength.  I mean, I swear man, I literally stared at it after my throat stopped sounding with noise and vibrations, until I could feel, like the liquid gather up in an illogical way as my eyes burned hot but were…soggy.  Mhm, like my body defined contradictions, but my mind, my spirit entertained the holy waterfall of design that is our Creator.  So in conclusion, Mr. Winthrop, Thomas was sending some, some Socratic vibes in that baby blue, like it penetrated me and my yellow taxi, and if I’m going to be honest, probably poor old Jones and that car in front of us.”

“My oh my, Mr. Winthrop, I, I did feel it.  I suppose it was like one of those instances when you can’t feel something but you still know it exists, sort of like some shriveled up body parts of mine!  Oh, ha ha but that doesn’t matter! I knew it was there, yes, yes, I knew, because I saw him too, in that rearview mirror, which by the way Mr. Duhmal, is in no way as good shape as you are.  Talk about hot stuff over here!  But in that rearview mirror, I was taken aback, Mr. Winthrop.  I felt my bones quiver and accidently smeared my Lime Crime Wicked Velvetine Lipstick all over my, all over my, all over, where, where was I, oh yes, my right cheek.  And oh how I screamed.  I haven’t hollered that loud since, oh bother, we better not go down that road, I’m already a bit soaked down there from my trickling incident!  But I swear Mr. Winthrop, when I viewed him in that glass, I felt death creep in that taxi.  Yes, I did.  I did, Mr. Winthrop.  I screamed, ‘Earl, prepare – for Nancy’s on a one way trip up to you, the good Lord, and his gracious Son!’  And after the crash, Mr. Winthrop, I kept on screaming.  I didn’t care that people were staring, wondering why in the world an old lady was hollering, ‘Thomas, why, why would you do this to us?”  Oh dear Jesus, just thinking about it.  Mr. Duhmal, hold me, I’m, I’m getting so, so, what’s the word, oh yes, weak.  That horrid incident, that horrid, horrid incident!  Oh, I feel my dentures coming loose, Mr. Winthrop – let me get a cig!  Ah shit, I need a new pack.  No, I need to sit!  But in all sincerity, Mr. Winthrop, how was I to prepare for a moment when I would look into a rearview mirror and see nothing but a smirking behemoth of a Thomas the Train?”

“Okay, Ms. Jones, I hear you.  Why don’t you take a seat with those nice men over there near the cop car.  Now, Mr. Duhmal, be frank with me, when you turned around in your driver’s seat, did you see ‘Thomas the Train’ as well?”

“Winthrop, my man, I’m being down to earth right now, like in the ground with you, dude, what got me was what I didn’t see.”

“Oh really?  What didn’t you see, Mr. Duhmal?”

“Winthrop, I stared through that window man, and I looked into Thomas’ eyes.  And I kid you not, like maybe this should be off the books, but I didn’t see a pupil in either of his corneas.  They were just whole and holes, one and a shame, near and fair.  But yet, I felt the pupils in the atmospheric interior of the taxi.  And as I calmed my chakras, and ascended my soul from my body to check the taxi’s perimeter, I felt the pupulic energy in the yellow paint.   Man Winthrop, I felt them palpably.  And so I came back down, centered, and then, to continue the transcendent and pre-established psychic movement, I looked down.  And it must have been a cosmological test man, but I saw Thomas’ pupils on Jones’ bellybutton and my own. And I just knew, man, I knew.  This had meaning.  Because when I saw Jone’s pupiled bellybutton, she saw mine, and we both got up, and fondled each others, like that was what the Great Shamanic Thomas the Train wanted all along.”

“Yes, I think I see now.  And I suppose that’s when you took your foot off the break, Mr. Duhmal, isn’t it?  Why don’t you come along with me.”









“I’m Detective Winthrop.  Now Ms. Jones and Mr. Duhmal, you appear to have experienced quite the turbulent afternoon, with the car crash and all.  I’m thankful that you both seem to be all right.  You probably want to get over this scene as soon as possible, but first I would like to ask you both a few questions in order to further understand what you experienced and learn how I can help you to the best of my ability.”

“Yes of course, Mr. Winthrop.  One second please, let me just fix my lipstick.  Oh, good good.  Now, Mr. Winthrop, it was, it was such a horrid incident, that, that car crash.  That poor boy in front of us, oh, I hope he is alright!  What a shock it was!  Even now I can feel my dentures shaking in their Rebase ii Adhesive.”

“Yeah.  It threw me for a real long loop.  You know, you feel something like that and think wow is this the karmic awakening?  I mean, and now, talking to you, a man in blue, it’s like just literal nuts, if you’re catching my midriff.”

“Okay, let’s try and get a bit more specific.  Now can you bring me back to when you first got in the taxi, Ms. Jones?  I see you’re wringing your hands quite ferociously, are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, yes, yes, it’s just a bad habit.  Well, as for the horrid incident, I had been waiting on the street for a taxi.  I tell you Mr. Winthrop, that wait seemed like an eternity.  And you know, I don’t look like I have much time left, now do I?  Eventually, a taxi stopped and I slugged in, like the old bat I am, and in that instant I smelled the most wondrous and exotic perfume!  And as I wrapped my old mind around what in the world that smell was, I waited.  Silence, I tell you Mr. Winthrop.  It was so quiet, that in all candor, I could hear some trickling occur onto my Prevail Protections!  Oh, oh dear me, I always tell too much, Mr. Winthrop.  Well, I had completely forgotten that I was the one who should have been providing the directions.  Ha!  Instead I was awfully busy getting around to checking my lipstick in the rearview mirror.  And so, handsome Mr. Duhmal here, turned around to ask me where in the world I needed him to take me; and I swear Mr. Winthrop, as he turned and looked back, and as I looked up into the mirror, we both screamed bloody murder at the same time!”

“Winthrop man, yeah, Jones here speaks my truth.  You know, I thought it was, I don’t know, I guess weird, like on a different level weird, that my, my good customer was so, how should I put this, spiritually and emotionally distant.  So, I turned around to check if her aura was still beaming out.  It was.  But whoa, you know, I was yeah, soulfully socked with one of those full body blows by what I saw out the back window.”

“Yes, okay I see.  Now, we seem to be getting somewhere.  So, what exactly did you witness?”

“Yeah, so like just a few seconds in, after rotating around my seat like a swivel, I was balling man, like, like Kim in that video when she knows you know she was trying to see if it would work out.  Like Winthrop, it was so beautiful.  I felt the inner paradoxes of 5th Street intermittently resolve themselves, you know, respectfully of course, like they dodged my taxi while doing their thing.  Concepts just don’t do that nowadays.  And then I started whole bodily laughing, like I felt it even in my vestigial organs because I just was swept by undulations of nostalgia.  Like full frontal nostalgia, in your face, semi-hanging; you know, like you’re not quite sure if the undulations are excited or just wide in wavelength.  I mean, I swear man, I literally stared at it after my throat stopped sounding with noise and vibrations, until I could feel, like the liquid gather up in an illogical way as my eyes burned hot but were…soggy.  Mhm, like my body defined contradictions, but my mind, my spirit entertained the holy waterfall of design that is our Creator.  So in conclusion, Mr. Winthrop, Thomas was sending some, some Socratic vibes in that baby blue, like it penetrated me and my yellow taxi, and if I’m going to be honest, probably poor old Jones and that car in front of us.”

“My oh my, Mr. Winthrop, I, I did feel it.  I suppose it was like one of those instances when you can’t feel something but you still know it exists, sort of like some shriveled up body parts of mine!  Oh, ha ha but that doesn’t matter! I knew it was there, yes, yes, I knew, because I saw him too, in that rearview mirror, which by the way Mr. Duhmal, is in no way as good shape as you are.  Talk about hot stuff over here!  But in that rearview mirror, I was taken aback, Mr. Winthrop.  I felt my bones quiver and accidently smeared my Lime Crime Wicked Velvetine Lipstick all over my, all over my, all over, where, where was I, oh yes, my right cheek.  And oh how I screamed.  I haven’t hollered that loud since, oh bother, we better not go down that road, I’m already a bit soaked down there from my trickling incident!  But I swear Mr. Winthrop, when I viewed him in that glass, I felt death creep in that taxi.  Yes, I did.  I did, Mr. Winthrop.  I screamed, ‘Earl, prepare – for Nancy’s on a one way trip up to you, the good Lord, and his gracious Son!’  And after the crash, Mr. Winthrop, I kept on screaming.  I didn’t care that people were staring, wondering why in the world an old lady was hollering, ‘Thomas, why, why would you do this to us?”  Oh dear Jesus, just thinking about it.  Mr. Duhmal, hold me, I’m, I’m getting so, so, what’s the word, oh yes, weak.  That horrid incident, that horrid, horrid incident!  Oh, I feel my dentures coming loose, Mr. Winthrop – let me get a cig!  Ah shit, I need a new pack.  No, I need to sit!  But in all sincerity, Mr. Winthrop, how was I to prepare for a moment when I would look into a rearview mirror and see nothing but a smirking behemoth of a Thomas the Train?”

“Okay, Ms. Jones, I hear you.  Why don’t you take a seat with those nice men over there near the cop car.  Now, Mr. Duhmal, be frank with me, when you turned around in your driver’s seat, did you see ‘Thomas the Train’ as well?”

“Winthrop, my man, I’m being down to earth right now, like in the ground with you, dude, what got me was what I didn’t see.”

“Oh really?  What didn’t you see, Mr. Duhmal?”

“Winthrop, I stared through that window man, and I looked into Thomas’ eyes.  And I kid you not, like maybe this should be off the books, but I didn’t see a pupil in either of his corneas.  They were just whole and holes, one and a shame, near and fair.  But yet, I felt the pupils in the atmospheric interior of the taxi.  And as I calmed my chakras, and ascended my soul from my body to check the taxi’s perimeter, I felt the pupulic energy in the yellow paint.   Man Winthrop, I felt them palpably.  And so I came back down, centered, and then, to continue the transcendent and pre-established psychic movement, I looked down.  And it must have been a cosmological test man, but I saw Thomas’ pupils on Jones’ bellybutton and my own. And I just knew, man, I knew.  This had meaning.  Because when I saw Jone’s pupiled bellybutton, she saw mine, and we both got up, and fondled each others, like that was what the Great Shamanic Thomas the Train wanted all along.”

“Yes, I think I see now.  And I suppose that’s when you took your foot off the break, Mr. Duhmal, isn’t it?  Why don’t you come along with me.”

- J. A. Kind