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Top 10 Favorite Cartoons? (Any Year)?
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Top 10 Favorite Cartoons? (Any Year)?
Whats Your Guys Top 10 cartoons can be old school =p
mine would probubly be
1 : Invader zim (Favorite Cartoon Funny,Intresting,Creative,And Gir!)
2 : ATHF (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)
3: Flap Jack (:D how can you not love this)
4: South Park (Funny As Hell)
5:Sponge Bob Square Pants (Perferably The Old Episodes)
6:Darkwing Duck (Lets Get Dangerous)
7:Rugrats (I grew up with it >.> ,,l,,)
8:Ahhh Real Monsters
9:King Of The Hill (still watch it 
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10:Powerpuff girls (Hey they were badasss =D)
And Don't Even Put Family Guy >.>
I Am Sorry to the following cartoon shows (Captain Planet , Swat Kats ,Ren and Stimpy ,Animanics,Doug,X-men,Spiderman,Rocko's modern life,Ed Edd And Eddy) Dbz but its anime ;(
I am old now but those cartoons were fun to watch while they lasted
1. All Grown Up!
2. Dexter's Laboratory
3. Powerpuff Girls
4. Codename: Kids Next Door
5. Smurfs
6. Teamo Supremo
7. Laff-A-Lympics
8. Wild Thornberrys
9. Alvin and the Chipmunks
10. Mike, Lu, and Og
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Mud Flap Girl Neon Sculpture - by Neonetics - by Neonetics $69.99 Neonetics Mud Flap Girl neon sculpture features multi-colored, hand blown neon tubing. The neon sculpture plugs into a black base, which fully houses all the electronics. The base has an on and off switch, and can be adapted to sit on a shelf or hang on a wall. Neonetics neon sculptures have a warm mesmerizing glow, and are powered by solid state transformers, which operate silently and more efficiently than incandescent bulbs. All you do is plug it in - no special wiring required. Give your home the fabulous glow of real neon! Constructed of glass, plastic, electronics. |
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Free Shipping. Mud Flap Girl Neon Sculpture - by Neonetics $69.99 Neonetics Mud Flap Girl neon sculpture features multi-colored, hand blown neon tubing. The neon sculpture plugs into a black base, which fully houses all the electronics. The base has an on and off switch, and can be adapted to sit on a shelf or hang on a wall. Neonetics neon sculptures have a warm mesmerizing glow, and are powered by solid state transformers, which operate silently and more efficiently than incandescent bulbs. All you do is plug it in - no special wiring required. Give your home the fabulous glow of real neon! Constructed of glass, plastic, electronics. This item ships directly from the manufacturer. Product usually arrives in 2-8 business days, depending on destination, including order processing and shipping. APO/FPO shipping unavailable |
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I Can Be a Real Girl (Board) $24.4 A young girl goes through all of the things that she can be, but finds that she is happy to be a real girl for the time being. |
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A Real Emotional Girl (Hardcover) $36.45 A Real Emotional Girl tells the true story of young Tanya, growing up in the wonderland of her family`s summer camp. At sixteen, this idyllic life is interrupted when she must face her father`s sudden illness. Tanya, her mother, and two brothers find themselves cramped in a tiny cabin in a tiny town in northern Wisconsin in the dead of winter. There they wait for her father to die of cancer. Separated from friends and civilization, Tanya has only her fears and uncertainty for company. At the age of twenty, Tanya loses a man who was not only her father but a surrogate father to thousands. Richard Chernov was a man who shared himself, humor and all, with just about everyone who would let him. And with this same unflagging commitment and passion, Tanya shares her struggles and the blessings she finds in them. Her memoir is a complex amalgam of human strength and fragility, which creates an inimitable coming-of-age story. This is a story of family and pain, of survival and growing up, and ultimately of love. For anyone who has ever experienced loss, A Real Emotional Girl offers a glimpse, provocative in its raw honesty, into the nature of grief and the positive transformation that can follow. |
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Lars and the Real Girl $10.98 Synopsis: Sometimes you find love where you'd least expect it. Just ask Lars (Ryan Gosling), a sweet but quirky guy who thinks he's found the girl of his dreams in a life-sized doll named Bianca. Lars is completely content with his artificial girlfriend, but when he develops feelings for Margo, an attractive co-worker, Lars finds himself lost in a hilariously unique love triangle, hoping to somehow discover the real meaning of true love. Offbeat and endearing, this romantic comedy takes a fresh look at dating and relationships and dares to ask the question: What's so wrong with being happy? Format: DVD Color: Color Rating: PG-13 RatingReason: some sex-related content Genre: Comedy Year: 2007 Release Date: 2008-04-15 |
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Lars and The Real Girl $9.76 Rated: PG13Synopsis: Synopsis: Sometimes you find love where you'd least expect it. Just ask Lars (Academy Award-Nominee* Ryan Gosling), a sweet but quirky guy who thinks he's found the girl of his dreams in a life-sized doll named Bianca. Lars is completely content with his artificial girlfriend, but when he develops feelings for Margo, an attractive co-worker, Lars finds himself lost in a hilariously unique love triangle, hoping to somehow discover the real meaning of true love. Offbeat and endearing, this romantic comedy takes a fresh look at dating and relationships and dares to ask the question: What's so wrong with being happy?Bonus Features: Specifications: Box Office: $5,500,000.00 |
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Beckie Menzie - Real Emotional Girl * $31.15 Track Listing: Best Is Yet To Come, The Let Yourself Go Imagination / Make Believe Feeling Good If You Could Read My Mind Fascinating Rhythm Always / What`ll I Do - (with Beckie Menzie & Tom MIchael) Look Of Love, The Real Emotional Girl Moondance / Moonglow - (with Beckie Menzie & Tom Michael) Surprise Me Where Time Stands Still |
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JC Toys La Newborn 15 (Real Girl!) $55.27 All Vinyl. 4 Per Case. La Newborn 15" Real Girl is so lifelike! Dressed in a pink and white knit outfit. |
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Hot Gossip Girl Chain Strap Purse Shoulder Bag Handbag Flap Metal Closure $35.78 Hot Gossip Girl Chain Strap Purse Shoulder Bag Handbag Flap Metal Closure |
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JC Toys Lily- 14 (Real Girl!) $31.49 These all-vinyl mini treasures make perfect gifts! They are so cute and fit in your hand. This is the anatomically correct real girl is dressed in pink and white girl knit outfits. The Specialty Play Doll Collection is made up of a wonderful range of dolls that are an amazing mix of quality design and playability. This collection is perfect for doll enthusiasts that want a lot from their play dolls. They are available in a variety of three different expressions which are selected at random. All vinyl. Measures: 9.5" long. Anatomically correct real girl. |
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Lars & The Real Girl $17.99 Track Listing: 16. L-O-V-E, song - (with Nat King Cole) |
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Pictures of Wonders and Beauty
Pictures, random and disconnected. Marching pictures. It isn’t the words that hold the power.... that hold the story. It is the pictures, quiet and profound that do the tell. And what are stories if not so many pictures in a row. My eyes sweep the world, forever sweeping. Not just one pair of eyes. Millions of pairs of eyes, sweeping back and forth. My eyes.... see much.
A man, tall and broad in the shoulders. Strong muscles shape his dark body, even when they sit relaxed. His face has lines carved deep. His eyes, once bright and fierce, now yellowed and pierced by grief... and remorse. This man stands without a word uttered. His arms are by his sides. Lips pressed together firmly, the only tension in his form, he looks into the eyes of another man. A shorter man; An older man. The other man does not speak with words but is filling the world with his rage in a language of expression. His eyes are sharp, and hard. His brows make an angry ‘v’ shape as the muscles in his face hold his skin taut. Teeth bared, veins standing on the sides of his neck and along one temple, into his forehead, breath moving in and out in hard contractions. These two men have an intimate relationship. One has suffered the taking from and the other is suffering from the taking. Two lives in pain, facing the pain, eye to eye. The eyes of one looking for forgiveness, the eyes of the other, looking for retribution. Both stand facing one another, and their eyes never lose their connection. The man who’s lips are pursed, allows a tear to fall from the corner of one of his eyes. That tear is slow and fat with remorse. His breath hitches in his chest. He continues taking in the other mans anger. The angry man’s eyes see the tear and his anger spikes. But only for a second. His eyes see the man, not just a man who took from him, they see a human being inside the man who took from him. In those yellowed eyes he sees a boy, afraid and uncertain. He sees a hardened shell cracked. In those eyes he sees he who will patiently stand before the rage left in his wake until the rage turns, and forgiveness can be found. The angry man’s rage begins to turn. His face begins to relax. His breathing becomes smoother. His own eyes grow softer as a tear of his own begins its fall. A tear slow and fat with dawning understanding. Both men stand, only inches apart, no words spoken, frozen inside the others gaze. Transformation. The eyes change their tones and so much more is said then ever could be spoken. Tears freely falling from both men, a hand slowly extended to the shoulder of the other. The old man gives a small nod of his head, the man filled with remorse gives a small smile in the corner of his mouth. The eyes open the way to forgiveness. Forgiveness of trespasses and forgiveness of self. The man who was angry turns and begins to walk away. The other watches him as he leaves. One last look behind, one last time the eyes look into eyes, one final statement made without words. Acceptance and forgiveness, and the chance to finally move forward and away from this. Both men are made greater without ever uttering a word. And these men make a beautiful picture to see.
My eyes continue their sweep. My eyes quietly take the next picture in. They see this...
She is on her knees. She is small and worn. Hands clasped together in prayer, she looks to the sky. She is alone with her God. The scars of needles are visible in both arms. Hers has been a life of hiding from the pain. Choices are laid out for everyone, but that isn’t quite true. They only appear as though they are laid out for everyone. Her life hurt her and she lost much. The years slip through the cracks of troubles. Time cares not for quality. A single ray of light shines through the clouds of pain, and she sees something greater then what she knows. So long it has been since there has been everything but hope. Those eyes, large and brown, the eyes that once peered from the face of a little girl, innocent and unknowing, those eyes now search for the way away from the pain. They search a new road. And the first thing they look to find is that little girl that still exists within. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t blink. She looks to the heavens to a place she has only just begun to imagine. A place where all is forgiven and all are accepted. A place where new beginnings are truly available to all. That little girl came from this place, this heaven she searches for. It is there she hopes to find her again, so that she may tell her what choices are real and which choices only lead to pain. She looks to the heavens to be her own savior, and to tell her how much she is loved. Even after the things done that hurt her heart to think of now. This small woman who has endure the rough hands of life looks and waits... and is found. The tears fill those brown eyes, eyes opened so wide. Warmth floods her heart. A lightness embraces her body and she feels her spirit lifted high by gentle hands. The smell of flowers, so delicate and innocent in their beauty, fills her mind. And giggling child, the little girl within, releases her sadness and pain. The woman kneeling in the ray of light is crying hard now. The sounds are raw and deeply rooted in her core. Her eyes, now closed though the tears stream from them, in a face contorted with so much emotion. She cries out in a voice strong and true, she yells to the heavens, “I have found you! Thank God I found you! And I will not ever let you go again!” Her salvation is rediscovered and she has found a way to give herself a new beginning. And she is beautiful for it... a beautiful picture indeed.
One last time, one last picture, one last story. My eyes sweep again....
The night is lit only by a half moon overheard. There are grave markers and solitary statues of angels standing in watch are all that decorate this scene. A small grave stone marked only with a date, and the words ‘Will Be Missed’ is our focus. A bottle of whiskey lays on its side, only a few swallows left inside. A man, disheveled and unclean lays on his stomach, arms stretched out and around the stone. The growth of hair on his face is peppered with grey hairs, something that has only recently began to happen. It is his third bottle of whiskey tonight and he could not resist the call to this stone in this graveyard. He is broken and can not be fixed. His job is lost, as lost as his soul since her death. Once a happy man, a man who only knew success. A man who never even considered loss. Now is a man who can not find a way out of purgatory. Blood shot eyes rolling in a waxy-skinned face. The sour smell of booze on his breath. He is between blacking out and remembering what pains him so greatly. The only sound, his sobs and the night breeze flapping the stained collar of his shirt. The night sky is clear, no clouds in sight. Yet, a rumble from above can be heard. Large, heavy drops of rain begin to sporadically fall around the man and the stone his arms embraced. The sky is crying. A stone angel is hit by one of the large drops of rain. The water rolls down her cheek, giving the appearance she is crying as well. The man stirs, but falls back into blackness. His soul drops from him and sinks into the soil beneath. It falls through the ground until it finds her, resting in eternal sleep. Her soul flees heaven to find his. She can not rest while he suffers so. The man moans in his sleep as her soul embraces his own. Whispers of love feather his being. He is held tight by her. She suffers along side him so she can know it. He begins to cry in his sleep. He cries and makes a sound so full of hurt, so full of pain. He wants to go with her to heaven, but she would not allow such a thing. He needed to go on living, as a whole man again. The rain falls heavier on him, the sky rumbles again. Her soul joined to his, she fills him with her love. She fills him with the strength to let her go, and know that it is what she wants for him to do. He mustn’t suffer so, not because of love. Love will set him free, not bind him to his hell that was created when she died. Her spirit heals his pain. His heart wrenching crying becomes the crying of someone released from anguish. The rain continues to fall on and around him. His eyes open, twisting his body, he rolls and stares into the night sky. A drop of rain hits him on his cheek and rolls down the side of his face. The effects of all that alcohol drank shrink away from him as he stares into the night sky. Horsely he yells out, “My love I will miss you always. You are my angel, my savior. I will not allow my grief to kill me so slow another moment more. I want you to know that, until the day my soul can be with yours again, I will try to live life as best I can. Like I once did when you stood by my side. I love you and I always shall. Thank you for being in my life. And thank you for saving my life tonight. Goodbye for now, my darling.” As his last words were spoken, the rain stopped. The sky rumbled no longer. There, a man disheveled laid, only now the eyes are clear. In them you can see the good man within. The man who now has the courage to live. A man who allows he pain to hurt, then lets it go so he may continue life again. A man made new again by the spirit of love from heaven. And it is a beautiful picture we see.
There are countless pictures to see, and my eyes see them all. These are but three processions of pictures shared this moment. Three of an infinite number of processions of pictures that I want to share. And share I shall, every one of them, in time. Do not be afraid to look, never close your eyes for too long. There are pictures and stories that could be missed, and those pictures and stories missed might be the picture and stories needed to help us all be greater people. The world is filled with wonders waiting to be seen. Find them, and share them, for the sake of all.
About the Author
I like to write things down. What more can be said. The stories speak for themselves, or so I think. Ultimately, I am only a road of thought. It is the vehicles of story that deserve the greatest attention...and the passengers they carry.
