there's no place to go but up, they say
Since the house I lives in sucks in NUMEROUS ways, I have not had net access at home for about a week. During that time, I have written a few livejournal entries in notepad, both of which I will gladly show you now.
Dec. 8
Tawny Teller (man-like, moronic television journalist on Forever Knight): I had this weird nightmare...someone was chasing me, trying to kill me.
Me: Wow, that IS unusual. My nightmares are usually about riding a unicorn through a field of poppies, eating an ice cream cone on my way to visit a handsome prince in a castle made of Legos and sunshine.
Concept: If you're part of a big bad elite squad of extra-evil vampires whose job it is to destroy any mortals who discover evidence of the existence of vampires, but you let mortals live when another vampire hypnotizes them to forget about it, YOU SUCK AT BEING A BIG BAD ELITE SQUAD OF EXTRA-EVIL VAMPIRES. If you thought hypnotism was an acceptable way to control the truth, you'd be out there doing it, not clearly intending to kill the mortal in question until "whoops, guess some vampire hypnotized her first. Gee, why didn't we think of that?" You're vampires, not spin doctors.
I would like to state, for the record, that this is my second post ranting about the mythology of vampires. What's that you say? Too much time on my hands?
Uh....hey look, a skunk!
Dec. 10
I just deleted Robert's phone number from my phone last week. Today I threw away the "engagement ring" he gave me. It was just a piece of shit quarter-machine ring from Pizza Hut, painted gold with a purple plastic stone. He actually took my hand and put it on my finger...god damned son of a bitch, but he'd do something like that.
It's ridiculous, isn't it? The things they'll do when we're alone with them. The sweet gestures or revelations they'll let slip when it's just the two of you. And the fact that it's enough to make you blind to how they are the rest of the time...how strongly you'll cling to "the things he says when we're alone together."
Eh, if I wasn't such a pack rat I'd have tossed it months ago.
Today
I have a new reason to live: the merest glimmer of a chance that, when I see him in February, Chris Thile will perform "Set me Up With One of Your Friends."
Also, last night I invented a character. This character may or more likely may not ever end up in some kind of short story written by me, primarily because this character is a vampire, and I have little to know knowledge or interest in horror fiction. But she's SO AWESOME. She's the total anti-archetype: keeps to herself, no glamour to speak of, no wealth, just trying to get by without dying or being discovered. Another reason she'll probably never actually be in a story: this is not the kind of person that things HAPPEN to. Except for becoming a vampire in the first place, but that was almost 100 years ago, so she's kind of over it.
This is what watching Forever Knight does to me.
Dec. 8
Tawny Teller (man-like, moronic television journalist on Forever Knight): I had this weird nightmare...someone was chasing me, trying to kill me.
Me: Wow, that IS unusual. My nightmares are usually about riding a unicorn through a field of poppies, eating an ice cream cone on my way to visit a handsome prince in a castle made of Legos and sunshine.
Concept: If you're part of a big bad elite squad of extra-evil vampires whose job it is to destroy any mortals who discover evidence of the existence of vampires, but you let mortals live when another vampire hypnotizes them to forget about it, YOU SUCK AT BEING A BIG BAD ELITE SQUAD OF EXTRA-EVIL VAMPIRES. If you thought hypnotism was an acceptable way to control the truth, you'd be out there doing it, not clearly intending to kill the mortal in question until "whoops, guess some vampire hypnotized her first. Gee, why didn't we think of that?" You're vampires, not spin doctors.
I would like to state, for the record, that this is my second post ranting about the mythology of vampires. What's that you say? Too much time on my hands?
Uh....hey look, a skunk!
Dec. 10
I just deleted Robert's phone number from my phone last week. Today I threw away the "engagement ring" he gave me. It was just a piece of shit quarter-machine ring from Pizza Hut, painted gold with a purple plastic stone. He actually took my hand and put it on my finger...god damned son of a bitch, but he'd do something like that.
It's ridiculous, isn't it? The things they'll do when we're alone with them. The sweet gestures or revelations they'll let slip when it's just the two of you. And the fact that it's enough to make you blind to how they are the rest of the time...how strongly you'll cling to "the things he says when we're alone together."
Eh, if I wasn't such a pack rat I'd have tossed it months ago.
Today
I have a new reason to live: the merest glimmer of a chance that, when I see him in February, Chris Thile will perform "Set me Up With One of Your Friends."
Also, last night I invented a character. This character may or more likely may not ever end up in some kind of short story written by me, primarily because this character is a vampire, and I have little to know knowledge or interest in horror fiction. But she's SO AWESOME. She's the total anti-archetype: keeps to herself, no glamour to speak of, no wealth, just trying to get by without dying or being discovered. Another reason she'll probably never actually be in a story: this is not the kind of person that things HAPPEN to. Except for becoming a vampire in the first place, but that was almost 100 years ago, so she's kind of over it.
This is what watching Forever Knight does to me.