Every man dies, not every man really lives

Monday, September 13, 2010

Happy Birthday Vicki!

My dear friends, today is Vicki's 111 birthday! Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable bloggers. She dosn't know half of you half as well as she should like, and she likes less than half of you half as well as you deserve. Well, not really. It's her 20th. And I am here to wish her a very happy twentieth birthday. And to pray she will never have to choke someone to death to wrench a shiny ring from her cousins hand for here birthday, and live under a mountain rubbing it and whispering that well known and well dreaded saying, "My precious!" Well, happy birthday Vicki!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Celtic Clips

Aye! Tis time for more Celtic Clips from one of my all time favorite movie:
Now, there is no one getting killed in any of these videos! In the second one William Wallace has a bit of blood on his sword and there's a burning town behind him but nothing more.

Gift of a Thistle

The Legend Spreads/Highlander

The climax scene after Wallace's execution

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Pirate Week 2010

Go to Adventures of The Scarlet Pimpernel for the Pirate Week 2010!!!! (anyone with a Blog is free to join)

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

How to play the Braveheart Theme

I posted some of these at The Adventures of The Scarlet Pimpernel, but this one belongs here:

Monday, July 26, 2010

Angus: the Demon from the Deeps

This tale I am about to tell is in a scottish accent and is mostly made up. the real story you will find here.

New then, 'twas aboot 12:00 in the afternoon when I and me two brothers and father whare fishin' doon in a great lake with a dam o' the oother sade. I was re-baitin' me hook, when me father called oot me name and shoowed, with hus hands, that thair was a huuge fush joost waitin' for me hook teh fly doon thair. Run I dud to that spot and peeked oover the sade o' the bridge, for that it was we were fishin' on, all I saw was dairt from teh bottom o' the lake being throon up laik a clood. Then I saw hum, the huge fush came oot o' hus clood o' dust and swam raight below oos. He woos as waid as, I'd, say, aboot six fait froom one corner o' his mooth to teh other, and he was aboot eight feet from tale to hus mooth, and blew fire from hi nostrils laik a demon from hell! I held meh breath and threw me hook inteh the depths, and waited...waited...waited...

Then ut happened, whaile I woos waitin' he gave a huge daive oot o' the water and oot of hus ghastly nostrils came a flame whuch enveloped all the boats throogh the lake! Oh! The mighty deomon then gave a loud roar whuch made ooll o' us nearly goo deaf! he then landed back un the water wuth a huge splash whuch made the water land on the bridge and backed oop traffic ooll the way to Colorado! Then he splashed hus bloody tale which forced the enitre lake to rise and flood the toown! Me brothers ran to the cair and droove away before the second splash but I stood their tangled in meh string. Thun I woos left un the water wuth nothin' boot meh fushin' pole un meh hands! I swam as best ah could! Boot then Ah felt soomethin' vibratin' the water behind me, I tairned aroond and thair woos Angus the demon, for thus I call hum, an' hai gave a lood roar and chairged at meh! I thought quckly and stook meh pole rait betwain hus two lips whuch happened to be oopen aboot to swallow me with one gulp. Hai wos thun paralized untul he could gut the troosty poole oot o' hus mooth. I took the chance and I swam wuth all mah maight till I reached what I thought was a beach, but happened to be noothin' but the very top o' the church wuth ut's steeple standing tooll. Thus I grasped and clung to. Just un taime for oold Angus had dived at me once more but since I had grasped the bell toower, he landed on the roof o' the church and broke through the roof onto a pew whuch kulled hum. But, with hus last breath in hus body, he gave a roar an' a flame which began a fire inside the church where the flooded lake could not reach.

Whun the flames started to climb higher to me, I dived unto the water and swam untul I came oot o' it and onto the dam. Un a few hours, the water had finally went doon, leaving the toown un a wrecked shape with the corpses o' the fush all around the toon. Lockily, the people had evacuated whun the fairst sight of Angus appeared and stairted the great fire on the booats. I was the only one who had bun thair to face meh enemy who I had thrown doon and casted hus ruin into the pews o' the church. Unfortunatly, anyoone who ever saw the old fush, has died and besides thus, his boones were burnt along wuth the rest o' hum inside the church. But, to thus day I carry the scars o' the great battle and have luved to tell aboot ut, though many claim I am noothin' but an oold liar. But I tell ye, Angus was as real or my neme us The Blue Pimpernel!

I know, I know. What a fish story and tall tale!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

This is a pretty cool video!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

A Man for all seasons

I just watched the movie, A Man for all seasons. What a movie! It is the story of St. Thomas More. It is so well done! It has some minor laguage but it is so well done!

Another great scene!

The Trial

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


The Lego Beowulf movie! I love this!!!! It is so funny!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Born of Hope

Hello Everybody!
I hve come to post an independent movie made by the same studio of "The Hunt for Gollum." This movie most definently deserves a PG-13 rating. Unless you have seen The Lord of the Rings, do not watch it. It may be an independant movie, but it is just as gorry. So, without further ado, "Born of Hope"!

Monday, May 31, 2010


Yesterday, myself and my family went to the Beach with our friends. First, me and my brothers had to serve at St. Peter's church at the 7:55 Mass and then we head home to wash the car and set out listening to 'The Phantom of the Opera', 'Pirates of the Carribean', and 'My Fair Lady'. We had to stop to bye some flip-flops and other essentials, so we stopped at Meijers. While we were there, my dad was sent to find something. When hecame back, he couldn't find us. I looked to the side, (I was with Mom) I saw dad staning in the middle of the aile looking for us. However, in front of him was a girl. I waved at Dad, not seeing the girl and called, "Hey! Over here!" and the girl all of a sudden went walking off. "That was stupid." I said to myself, "Stupid Stupid stupid!" but I felt better when we got to the Beach. When we arrived, the waters were 50 degrees. Brrrrrrrr! We were literaly frozen as we stood in the waters! I eventully became use to it because, as my dad said: "You don't get used to it, you get numb." After we left the beach, we headed over to some returant where I had a great big, juicy swiss cheese and mushroom burger, a root beer float, and some chili chedar cheese french fries. If you'll exuse the apalling word, 'french'. when we had eaten and Drank our fill, we came Home and arrived at 12:54 p.m. Very Late. So that was the adventrous day of our family and the Beach.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Picture editing

Just thought I'd stop and show some recent projects I've been working on.

~The Scarlet Pimpernel

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Happy Birthday Daniel, Scottish Chief of Clan Wallace

*strums her lyre* Now me fine sair, as it 'tis ye birthday, I have a fine bit o' a tune for ye.*clears throat and begins to sing in a fine Irish voice*

Oh, better far to live and die
Under the Scotch flag ye fly,
Than play a bloody British part,
With a Scottish head and a scottish heart!
Fighting off the cheating world go you,
Where English all are well-to-do;
But ye’ll be true to the song ye sing,
And live and die a Scottish Chief!

For ye is a Scottish Chief!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Scottish Chief!

For ye are a Scottish Chief!

You are!
Hurrah for our Scottish Chief!

Me Lovely Self:
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Scottish Chief.

It is!
Hurrah for our Scottish Chief!
Hurrah for our Scottish Chief!

Me Lovely Self:
When he sallies forth to seek his prey
He helps himself in a royal way.
He kills plenty o' the British , it’s true,
As a well-bred monarch ought to do;
But many a Chief on a first-class throne,
If he wants to call his crown his own,
Must manage somehow to get through
More dirty work than ever ye do,

For ye are a Scottish Chief!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Scottish Chief!

For ye are a Scottish Chief!

You are!
Hurrah for the Scottish Chief!

My Lovely Self:
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Scottish Chief.

It is!
Hurrah for our Scottish Chief!
Hurrah for our Scottish Chief!

*finishes and bows*

And a fine birthday to ye sair!

~ Rose, the Wandering Irish Minstrel

Happy Birthday Danny!!!!!!!!!! -Hannah

You're such an awesome brother, Danny, and I'm so blessed to have a brother like you. :)
May God bless you over and over this 15th year of your life.

Love you lots!
Thy sister,
Hannah the Irish spell bound song weaver

Monday, April 19, 2010

The 2010 Regency Ball Pictures

I know, I'm a little late. Alright more than little. But, here are the pictures from the 2010 Regency Ball.
sorry the pictures are out of order but it's hard to work with this many pictures on Blogger.

Shaking hands with the Loyalist


Toasting before we went
The Ladies
The Gents



Hannah and Emmy
Rachel and Vicki
Emmy and Vicki
Meself and the Loyalist again




The Fight


The Scarlet Pimpernel

Gents and Ladies

The Proposal

More Dancing

The Scarlet Pimpernel and Emmy