Animation! WOO! and other schtuff

I don't know if I've mentioned it already, but I love to animate. Whether it's making a flipbook, or using my tablet to draw on my laptop, I find it pretty enjoyable. Alan Becker, one of my favorite animators, has a YouTube channel and publishes a series call Animation Vs. Animator. You should check it out, I think it's pretty cool. He uses Adobe Animate, a computer application I hope to be able to use in the future, and drawing tablet like mine, except much bigger. On a completely unrelated note, Buttercup, my dog, turned 7 the other day! I love her! She's becoming a big doggo now. Well, that's all for today, I think Dad's yelling at me for something again.

                                     ~Calvino Terentino
 (Calvin Parsell)

One Story a Day

I came up with this idea last night, while I was lying in bed, which is what you'll find as my favorite place to think, and decided to start on it right then and there. I thought that it might be kind of cool to write a single story, around one page long, every day. And after writing the first story, written on January 30th, 2018, a historic moment, I figured that I might as well establish some basic ground rules for it:

Write one story every dayWrite the date written above each storyOnce the day you wrote a story is over, you can't change at all          I know, I know, I'm pretty awesome at doing this. And, yes, you can use this same idea, just make sure you send me a $200 paycheck, in small, unmarked bills to my address.

And obviously I haven't had anyone read any of these blog posts, well, except for a few friends and family members, but I would like to know, from the few people who read this, what do you want me to write about?

Voodbye, Comrade Vanks!


I love dogs. I just love them. They're so cute, and have so much emotion, compared to cats. I'm not necessarily a cat-hater, I'm just saying if I had to choose then I would pick a dog. Dogs are also so gorgeous and handsome, such as Newfoundlands and Pit Bulls. Oh yeah, I love Pit Bulls. I don't care if they've bitten someone, or caused anyone harm, because, like, 95.5% of the time it's caused by their owner. People have no respect for animals these days. One time, someone I knew worked at the Humane Society, her boss actually hated animals, and some spoiled rich woman came in to return a dog because it didn't match her furniture. True story. We treat our pets like their some kind of cool-looking antique they could put in their living room. And I know you bought them and all, and have some kind of legal ownership over them, but you still shouldn't treat them as your property. They are living things! Anyway, I would just like to express my love for all t…


So the other day I went to go see the new Star Wars movie, and the ride there took a while, and I somehow got into a conversation about this thing that I call "anti-life". It started out as just weird "what if..." kind of thing, but as I began to elaborate on it just a bit, it seemed impossible, yet, at the same time, completely possible. Anti-life would be this kind of life form that kills itself off and builds itself up again. And as long as nothing interferes with it, it continues to repeat the cycle over and over again. Actually, now that I've looked back at what I just wrote, it's impossible. Well, thanks for reading anyways. Let me know what you think about my supposedly impossible anti-life theory and what you thought about The Last Jedi.

What the devil should I write next? How about Star Wars? Yep, I'm gonna write about Star Wars.

Cart Snakes

Okay, so, I went to Target the other day and bought this awesome card game called Superfight. It's hilarious, but, of course, with Target being Target and all, it had costed me thirty solid buckaroos, the remainder of the forty-two buckaroos I had spent on my family and friends for Christmas. I also completely forgot about tax so that costed me another ten buckaroos. Anyways, before all that drama and such, while walking into the store I had passed the most dreaded Target-dwelling creature: *cue dramatic music* The CART SNAKE. It was an extremely dangerous situation! I mean, what would you do if a huge, winding serpent made of weird-smelling plastic and sharp, rusty metal came charging at you? My first instinct was to jump, so that the Cart Snake could slither underneath me and I could land on top of it, then just ride it around like those shaking bull rides at rodeo carnivals or something. But then I remembered that I hadn't taken my Cart Snake Taming: Simplified c…

Random Christmas Babbling

Ohhhh yeah. Christmas Day. No more waiting. I got a bunch of candy, felt like I was going to throw up. That was awesome. It's Christmas Day!! Did I already say that? Who cares!!? Wahooo! I got two awesome video games: Star Wars Battlefront II and Diablo III!!! I was playing those for so long, but then, of course, my dad forced my to go outside. I actually enjoyed it, but once again who cares? I have no idea where this post is going. My sister needs to turn off her radio. She's playing freaking Justin Beiber. That's probably spelled wrong. Okay, bye.

I Love Pockets

If you ever just have to go to some boring wedding or visit a relative that really don't know, then I'm sure you would have brought yourself something to do. And by bringing that something you need another something to carry it. That something is a pocket. I love pockets. Today, I made these snowflake thingies and all you need to make them are popsicle sticks and string. Then I put them in my POCKET and then I got to show them off later. I LOOOOOVE pockets!! WOOO! And let's just say you make exactly 27.5 origami dragons, and want to give them to your favorite teacher but you don't have that teacher for another three hours, so you're just like, "This is MADNESS!! How am I going to keep these things at least halfway decent until then!!?" and then you get this marvelous idea to cram all 27.5 of them in your left pocket, (not the back one, because you hate those since they make your butt look extremely lumpy,) and then they turn out pretty good by t…