To make up for the fact that I haven't updated on the site in a long time (but soon that shall come to an end!) here's another new Mini Puppet Theatre for your reading enjoyment! This puppet theatre is for the very, very long play "Mourning Becomes Electra," which we just finished reading recently for Great Books. The whole thing was like one big post-Civil-War soap opera...great for parodying. XD

~~ Mourning Becomes Electra ~~

Seth: I'm mostly here to stand in for the rest of blind, trusting humanity and sing "Shenandoah" at the beginning of every scene.

Amos: Invasion of the white trash posse!

Minnie: A-hyuck!

Seth: This here's the Mannon house. Mr. Ezra Mannon seems like a talented, upstanding member of the community, but there's lots of trouble for him at home!

Readers: ...And this situation is unique how?

Christine: I will now tragically go pick my tragic flowers in my tragic greenhouse. Tragically.

Vinnie: I hate my mom. But I look just like her. Sucks to be me.

Seth: Allow me to conveniently fill you all in on the expository backstory. In this family's history there's treachery and illicit affairs and murder and even mudbloods!

Peter & Hazel: Don't mind us, we're just symbolizing the happy, normal lives you twisted sickos can never have.

Brant: *POOF* I appear! Let's get jiggy with it, Vinnie-pie.

Vinnie: You are a handsome, rugged sea captain that's waaay too happy to see me. My distrust-all-humanity meter is going off.

Brant: Actually, I don't really love you! I'm the product of an illicit affair between your uncle and some random Indian chick, I grew up in the West and watched everything I love crumble into nothing, I hate your entire family and I'm getting back at your father by having an affair with your mother, whom I shall marry soon and we'll live happily ever after! On Mars!

Readers: *blinks*

Vinnie: You're goin' down, stupidpants!

Christine: Ooh, nothing, just living a life of hollow pretenses.

Vinnie: I despise you mother! For now I know about your dirty secrets!

Christine: Well, I knew that you knew.

Vinnie: Oh yeah? Well I knew that you knew that I knew...that you knew.

Christine & Vinnie: *RANDOM THREATS AND CATFIGHT*

Brant: I have a fantastic idea, Christine! Let's kill your husband when he gets home and then run away together!

Christine: Good idea. Now I won't have to resort to Botox.

Mannon: Honey, I'm HO-OOOME!

Christine: Damn...I mean, welcome to your deat--I mean hello, stranger!

Mannon: I've finally learned to love life again! Now we can finally be a happily married couple! This isn't a bad time, is it?

Christine: Why no, not at all. By the way, I'm screwing the bastard son of your brother. And your daughter is obsessed with you, which is kind of creepy. And you smell bad.

Mannon: I sense a dramatic onstage death approaching!

Christine: Here, this poison will make the hurting all better.

Mannon: Et tu, Christine? Then fall, Mannon. *DIES IN VINNIE'S ARMS*

Vinnie: By Grapthar's Hammer, you shall be avenged!

~~ Part Two ~~

Borden: Now it's our turn to symbolize humanity at large in comparison to the messed-up Mannons.

Blake: Gosh, it sure is strange that Mannon "mysteriously died" of heart failure the day he comes home after getting through the entire Civil War alive.

Borden: It sure is. Well, back to our petty lives.

Orin: If I were any more a momma's boy, I'd probably still be in the womb.

Vinnie: Welcome home, little bro. By the way, if mom starts telling you crazy things like I'm insane and she's not really in love with any handsome sea captains, don't listen.

Christine: Welcome home, baby-munchkins! Your sister is insane, and I'm not really in love with any handsome sea captains.

Orin: Okay, mommy!

Vinnie: I *told* you not to listen! Now I'm going to have to prove I'm right with this strategically-placed box of poison. The poison's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of my mother!

Christine: Crap, blew my cover. Not that I was any good at keeping it in the first place.

Orin: Everything I know and love has been destroyed!

Vinnie: Better get used to it fast.

Chantyman: So are you folks sick of "Shenandoah" yet?

Brant: Shut the hell up, ya hack!

Christine: I just came by to warn you that my two children might be stopping by later to kill you out of revenge for killing their father.

Brant: Warning taken. Go on home so that I can plan our romantic escape alone and defenseless.

Christine: Okay, sweetie! Life is grand indeed!

Orin: My name is Orin Mannon. You screwed my mother. Prepare to die.

Brant: *SLIGHTLY SHOTGUNNED*

Orin: Oh great, now I have guilt.

Vinnie: Would you shut up and help me take all the valuables from his ship already?

Christine: Where have you two been off to?

Vinnie: Oh, just murdering your boyfriend in cold blood. Nothing special.

Readers: Geez, you'd think they'd learn to keep their mouths shut by now.

Christine: You know what's sounding good right about now? A bullet hole through the skull. I think I'm gonna go try that out.

Orin: *CRYMOANWAILSNIFFLE*

Vinnie: Oh, come on...you SO saw that one coming.

~~ Part Three ~~

Seth: A few months later, Vinnie and Orin return from their amazing fantastical trip around the world. But before that, I'll reenact 'The Ghost and Mr. Chicken' with my drunk friends!

Mackel: IdobelieveinghostsIdobelieveinghostsIdobelieveinghosts!! *FLEES*

Hazel: Vinne and Orin are coming home today, so perhaps we should take down the Halloween decorations.

Peter: Yeah, whatever. I'm going to brood myself some foreshadowing now.

Vinnie: Hooray! I'm free of my evil mother and can now marry the man I love!

Orin: I suppose I should be happy for us. Wee.

Vinnie: Don't tell me you're *still* upset over that whole mother-killing-herself drama. I mean come on, I just spent half the family fortune on a frelling cruise to the Bahamas.

Orin: I am overcome with morbid guilt! ...I can hear Nietzsche screaming at me from here.

Vinnie: Just don't go blabbing to your fiancee that we killed Brant, puddinghead.

Orin: Right. I'll just lock myself in my father's room and spend hours writing about how much our family sucks! And it'll end with a HAUNTING tale of MURDER and BETRAYAL.

Readers: ...Again, how is this new.

Orin: Hello, dear fiancee. I know you were real excited about the wedding and everything, but it's not going to work out because I'm wallowing in self-loathing and bad poetry. Speaking of, please take these family memoirs, and don't show them to my stupid sister.

Vinnie: Show what to whose stupid sister?

Orin: The one that I just had a really incestuous-sounding conversation with. Duh.

Hazel: *BIG CATFIGHT* Don't expect a Christmas present from me this year!

Orin: We haven't had enough death in this scene yet! Lemme go remedy that. *SLIGHTLY SELF-SHOTGUNNED*

Vinnie: Aw hell.

Peter: I'm beginning to think this whole being-incorporated-into-your-family-thing is a bad idea.

Vinnie: Pay no attention to the fact that I was strangely possessed by the spirit of my dead mother!

Peter: Well, you've officially creeped me out. I'm gonna go...place.

Vinnie: My life is a hollow lie! I guess the only logical thing to do now is lock myself up in this creepy haunted house and slowly drive myself insane. That's all, folks!

Seth: And the moral of the story is: If you're rich and beautiful, you'll never be happy.

~~ THE END! ~~

Hmm...looking back, I think I should've thrown in more incest jokes. Seriously, it was Oedipus complexes and Electra complexes out the yin-yang.

Operator status: It was way busier earlier, but now it's okay. Still, I can barely use my voice as it is, which sucks.

Macromedia studio comprehension status: 65% Considering the fact that I spent a frelling *ten hours* this weekend wrestling with Flash, I better have learned *something!* Actually, what I've mostly discovered is that I simply don't have the brain of a programmer. All of my troubles lay with trying to decipher Flash's action script. It's like trying to read another language. Backwards.

Website reconstruction status: 95% What the?...Holy crap, yes! I worked on the website a *ton* this weekend, and while I didn't find a way to solve the problem, I did get around it with the help of V-chan and OPR-kun. I spent many, many hours uploading everything to the server. Some people may have already figured out that very large chunks of the site are already up! However, I'm still having some broken image tags, so I need to go through, find the problems, and fix them.
So when will it be done? At the earliest...TOMORROW! Yes, it's insane! But since I don't trust myself, I'm shooting for the end of the week. There will be a huge fat announcement once it's done. YES! ALMOST DONE!!!! XD

Drawing: More KH fanarts in mind (shock of shocks...) although I'm trying to branch out a bit. Still stuck on those dumb thumbnails. T_T Am also tempted to try my hand at animation again...

Writing: One more chapter of my KH fic to go! Did about two chapters on the next fic as well. XD