Carli Wright
Bio
Neurotic, artsy linguist-type
Stories (3/0)
Money Talks
It was an average day in Los Angeles. I was walking to my bus stop and had enough respect for the seat of my pants and general sense of wherewithal not to sit down. Besides, Sir Moons-A-Lot usually stands up from a suspicious-at-best puddle to get on the bus that comes before mine. I have learned to always think twice before taking it easy.
By Carli Wright3 years ago in Families
Capricious Capricorn
Growing up in the Bible belt, I was generally taught that horoscopes were devilish generalizations that were written by woo-woo "experts" to entice and comfort the average heathen who had no sense of godliness and needed encouragement to face the day.
By Carli Wright3 years ago in Futurism
ATLA-The Boy in the Iceberg and The Girl in Quarantine
I was 13 when Avatar: The Last Airbender became the relatable bridge from Pokemon and Sailor Moon into what would later be a full-fledged anime phase in high school. I told myself I was done with cartoons because I was advancing quickly into adulthood yet had no other metric to prove this to my non-existent friends. However, in June of the same year, my mother and I decided to move to Los Angeles from Nashville, Tennessee. Needless to say, it was quite the culture shock, so I retreated into a saving grace to be blessed with a narrative rife with complex, stimulating themes that were more than simple set-ups of kids trying to get a jawbreaker (sorry, Ed, Edd, and Eddy) with elegant animation.
By Carli Wright3 years ago in Geeks