Crashbox and Steampunk: A love affair

So when I was nine or ten, my mom started recording this show called Crashbox on HBO Family. It was an animated educational show, filled with claymation and stop motion. And the robots were totally badass.
I mean, look at the title sequence:

How can that not kindle wonder and imagination of epic proportions in little kid?

All the little robot factory cutscenes were like this, and even though it was my second least favorite game at the time (after Captain Bones) , Psycho Math was equally influential I think.

I would love to show you a clip of Psycho Math, but all the clips on Youtube are utter crap in a bucket, so here's a picture of Professor Rocket, in all his mathtastic, brain blowing, ruler armed, creepy video mouthed, crazy metal haired glory.

I hadn't seen this show since I was eleven when we moved, but recently, we stumbled across it while looking for movies. on HBO, and I believe my exact reaction was "Oh my gosh! Momma it's CRASHBOX!"

So we started recording it again, and you'll be pleased to know that it still makes my clockwork heart tic a little bit faster, and my mechanical heartstrings sing with joy.

15-15: Today

In fifteen days, I will be fifteen years old. This is awesome.

So I've decided to do a countdown, and share something special every day until my birthday. 

Here you go,  #15 in the 15-15 countdown:

One of my best friends in the world and I started a band once, when we were 12 and 13. It was called Forever Odd, and our first album would be called The View From My Umbrella.  Here's the lyrics for the first song we made:

Today

by Forever Odd...

Do, do, do, do

What are we 

Gonna do today

The sky is rainy

The clouds are grey

Nothing to do

Nothing to play

Do, do, do, do

What are we 

Gonna do today

We can’t stay in

We can’t go out

There’s just no way

Nothing to do

Nothing to say

Do, do, do, do

What are we 

Gonna do today

Maybe it's not Grammy worthy, and it's definitely not finished, but we were so proud when we recorded it into Jette's sister's laptop, and even happier when she told us it was great.

A Memory

I am sitting on my parent's bed. My mom is nursing my little sister, who is not quite one. My mom is watching TV. 
I have no idea what is happening.


That is the only memory I have of September 11, 2001.
I was only four, and my parents shielded me from the whole thing. Honestly, I didn't ever hear my Mom's side of that memory until a few months ago.

She picks up the phone and calls her dad.
"Turn on the TV."
"What channel?"
"Just turn it on."


My aunt told me that at first, they thought it was just an accident. And then the second plane hit.

Thank you.
If you were there, thank you.
Thank you for rushing in, for risking your life on the slight chance that you could save someone else's.

Lady Elisabeth