A hero is born!
Well, couldn't make it three days in a row, not terribly surprised, but slightly disappointed, but not so much...
Got a little busy yesterday which is why I wasn't around to do my assignment or keep my little streak in tact. You see, I was beginning my career as a costumed fighter of evil and injustice. The hell you say? The hell I say bitches! You see, it's a well established universal truth that Oliver Queen rules, hardcore. I mean, someone with a name like Oliver Queen has to kick so much ass to compensate for his name you KNOW he has to be extraordinary bad ass to reach any level of respectable badassery. So the point I'm making here is, I loves me some Green Arrow. Since Kevin Smith's resurrection of the character to today Ollie's been my favorite character. I never knew squat about him before he was brought back but now I am the biggest Oliver Queen fan in human existence. So much so, that Ollie has actually inspired me to take up archery.
That's right, laugh it up.
So I've been inspired to take up archery by a comic book character, probably a good nine tenths of the space program owes it's existence to Star Trek so go fuck yourself.
But yeah, yesterday I went in for an archery lesson at a place up in Rocklin' about 20 miles away from the humble apartment of our hero Mr. Klee W. Freakly. So I got set up, they took me around to the indoor range in the back and I proceeded to show my preternatural archery aptitude. I'm a damned near natural by god, and it doesn't surprise me at all. For I love Oliver Queen! Now all I need is a domino mask and I'll be all ready to fight crime in this fair city of Sacramento.
This morning though I am nursing a bit of a battle wound already. See, I do have a bit of a violent bruise on my arm from not keeping my elbow bent in enough and getting it continuously clipped by the string. It was hurting like a son of a bitch and at one point I did put on an arm guard but then took it off because I was of the mind that the only way I was going to learn to get it right was if I kept screwing up and tearing up my arm. So I took it off again and proceeded to rip that fucker up pretty good before I was forced to put the guard back on. I'm sure I'll continue shooting with a guard but I do think I've fixed the problem as bending the elbow has now become a regular part of my setup. Anyway, I couldn't afford to buy my bow and everything last night because Wells Fargo fucking sucks, but now my check is in my account and I'm seriously thinking of running down there this afternoon, getting my stuff and shooting for a couple hours, it's a nice distraction when I really needed one.
So all of that out of the way I did also get back to writing, it's rushed and while it has a cool little concept that could definitely be played for fun it had to be rushed and unpolished to fit into my half hour restraints. I play favorites for no assignment... Anyway, take a look at it here...
04-08-05 Writing Exercise
#2885, "Zette's Gym - Day 1413 - Friday, 08 April, 05"
SPELLING BEE...
What would a friendly competition between witches, warlocks and sorcerors be like? Festive and friendly? Edgy and mean? Whatever the circumstances, today your character is there to watch the competition unfold.
Just be ready to run for cover when things get out of hand!
Justin
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No pre-amble or talk up for this one... And of course by making that statement I have in fact broken that promise... Eh, wadda ya gonna do? ...
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The multi-purpose room at Dragon Slayer Elementary was crammed with buzzing activity. It was time again for the annual Fire Blood Kingdom Science Fair. All of the finest minds of the land had come from far and wide to share their projects that they had been working so hard on all year.
A serpentine of banquet tables were lined up through the large cavernous cafeteria. Wizards, warlocks, witches, sorcerers and the like all with their displays of varying quality and complexity.
There were some substandard entries that were clearly thrown together in the few days before the competition. Procrastination had produced more than a few solar system dioramas of varying beliefs. One showing the Earth at the center with all other planets and stars revolving around it. Another showing a simple flat Earth partially obscured by a cut away universe showing the sheet of black velvet that surrounded the earth with it's tiny pin prick holes showing through the candle light that made the stars. Each accurate to the belief they portrayed but given more time and effort the presentation could have been better.
Then there were the projects that made you think a little, but mostly about whether you were witnessing someone simply trying to pull the wool over your eyes or if this were an actual honest piece of work just so poorly executed as to look like a fraudulent attempt. A potato "battery", several cups of soil with half sprouted seedlings and hand scribbled notes fastened to cardboard displays, poorly realized potions of varying pointlessness: the "like" potion, raising the tired, curses of unending yawns, drippy noses, dragon halitosis.
Finally though, there were the star attractions. We all knew going in who these were going to be, they were the same every year. Every winter and spring two conjurors of renown would disappear for weeks at a time, the people of their villages only reminded of their work by bolts of lightning from the clear blue sky or a bank of blood red clouds quickly rolling in and then back out of the sky above.
This year was no different as Bolivant the Vile and Shianza of Dru stood behind their adjacent tables. While the rest of the auditorium was fairly to mostly sparse, the crowd has gathered in force around these two tables.
Bolivant had done some startling research on the cause and effect of good's seemingly endless triumph over insurmountable odds. He found that beyond all seemingly logical reasoning good not only triumphed over evil a staggering 94% of the time but that the more bleak and hopeless the situation the "hero" were to face the more likely it was that they would over come it. The numbers were staggering. The odds of success were a direct reflection of the presumed odds of failure.
Shianza had spent her months trying her hand at breeding new forms of mythical beast. The griffin and unicorn and pegasus and the like had been good, they had their place, but Shianza was always looking to the next abomination the newer, better beast of fantasy.
Her dark work began at the local unicorn breeder. She purchased an unremarkable beast for a fair market price. Another handful of rare animals would follow and her experiments were ready to begin. After many unfortunate errors in judgment in animal pairings and several messy false starts the results began to take shape. The Toadasus, the Univiper, and the half man half eagle: Mervgriffin...
Shianza was needless to say disqualified for not only tampering in god's domain, but also unforgivable acts of punnery which is of course, punishable by death, resurrection and a second death.
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And I'll catch you all later, just make sure you stay on the right side of the law or you may end up on the wrong side of my bow... OLIVER QUEEN!!!
Got a little busy yesterday which is why I wasn't around to do my assignment or keep my little streak in tact. You see, I was beginning my career as a costumed fighter of evil and injustice. The hell you say? The hell I say bitches! You see, it's a well established universal truth that Oliver Queen rules, hardcore. I mean, someone with a name like Oliver Queen has to kick so much ass to compensate for his name you KNOW he has to be extraordinary bad ass to reach any level of respectable badassery. So the point I'm making here is, I loves me some Green Arrow. Since Kevin Smith's resurrection of the character to today Ollie's been my favorite character. I never knew squat about him before he was brought back but now I am the biggest Oliver Queen fan in human existence. So much so, that Ollie has actually inspired me to take up archery.
That's right, laugh it up.
So I've been inspired to take up archery by a comic book character, probably a good nine tenths of the space program owes it's existence to Star Trek so go fuck yourself.
But yeah, yesterday I went in for an archery lesson at a place up in Rocklin' about 20 miles away from the humble apartment of our hero Mr. Klee W. Freakly. So I got set up, they took me around to the indoor range in the back and I proceeded to show my preternatural archery aptitude. I'm a damned near natural by god, and it doesn't surprise me at all. For I love Oliver Queen! Now all I need is a domino mask and I'll be all ready to fight crime in this fair city of Sacramento.
This morning though I am nursing a bit of a battle wound already. See, I do have a bit of a violent bruise on my arm from not keeping my elbow bent in enough and getting it continuously clipped by the string. It was hurting like a son of a bitch and at one point I did put on an arm guard but then took it off because I was of the mind that the only way I was going to learn to get it right was if I kept screwing up and tearing up my arm. So I took it off again and proceeded to rip that fucker up pretty good before I was forced to put the guard back on. I'm sure I'll continue shooting with a guard but I do think I've fixed the problem as bending the elbow has now become a regular part of my setup. Anyway, I couldn't afford to buy my bow and everything last night because Wells Fargo fucking sucks, but now my check is in my account and I'm seriously thinking of running down there this afternoon, getting my stuff and shooting for a couple hours, it's a nice distraction when I really needed one.
So all of that out of the way I did also get back to writing, it's rushed and while it has a cool little concept that could definitely be played for fun it had to be rushed and unpolished to fit into my half hour restraints. I play favorites for no assignment... Anyway, take a look at it here...
04-08-05 Writing Exercise
#2885, "Zette's Gym - Day 1413 - Friday, 08 April, 05"
SPELLING BEE...
What would a friendly competition between witches, warlocks and sorcerors be like? Festive and friendly? Edgy and mean? Whatever the circumstances, today your character is there to watch the competition unfold.
Just be ready to run for cover when things get out of hand!
Justin
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
No pre-amble or talk up for this one... And of course by making that statement I have in fact broken that promise... Eh, wadda ya gonna do? ...
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The multi-purpose room at Dragon Slayer Elementary was crammed with buzzing activity. It was time again for the annual Fire Blood Kingdom Science Fair. All of the finest minds of the land had come from far and wide to share their projects that they had been working so hard on all year.
A serpentine of banquet tables were lined up through the large cavernous cafeteria. Wizards, warlocks, witches, sorcerers and the like all with their displays of varying quality and complexity.
There were some substandard entries that were clearly thrown together in the few days before the competition. Procrastination had produced more than a few solar system dioramas of varying beliefs. One showing the Earth at the center with all other planets and stars revolving around it. Another showing a simple flat Earth partially obscured by a cut away universe showing the sheet of black velvet that surrounded the earth with it's tiny pin prick holes showing through the candle light that made the stars. Each accurate to the belief they portrayed but given more time and effort the presentation could have been better.
Then there were the projects that made you think a little, but mostly about whether you were witnessing someone simply trying to pull the wool over your eyes or if this were an actual honest piece of work just so poorly executed as to look like a fraudulent attempt. A potato "battery", several cups of soil with half sprouted seedlings and hand scribbled notes fastened to cardboard displays, poorly realized potions of varying pointlessness: the "like" potion, raising the tired, curses of unending yawns, drippy noses, dragon halitosis.
Finally though, there were the star attractions. We all knew going in who these were going to be, they were the same every year. Every winter and spring two conjurors of renown would disappear for weeks at a time, the people of their villages only reminded of their work by bolts of lightning from the clear blue sky or a bank of blood red clouds quickly rolling in and then back out of the sky above.
This year was no different as Bolivant the Vile and Shianza of Dru stood behind their adjacent tables. While the rest of the auditorium was fairly to mostly sparse, the crowd has gathered in force around these two tables.
Bolivant had done some startling research on the cause and effect of good's seemingly endless triumph over insurmountable odds. He found that beyond all seemingly logical reasoning good not only triumphed over evil a staggering 94% of the time but that the more bleak and hopeless the situation the "hero" were to face the more likely it was that they would over come it. The numbers were staggering. The odds of success were a direct reflection of the presumed odds of failure.
Shianza had spent her months trying her hand at breeding new forms of mythical beast. The griffin and unicorn and pegasus and the like had been good, they had their place, but Shianza was always looking to the next abomination the newer, better beast of fantasy.
Her dark work began at the local unicorn breeder. She purchased an unremarkable beast for a fair market price. Another handful of rare animals would follow and her experiments were ready to begin. After many unfortunate errors in judgment in animal pairings and several messy false starts the results began to take shape. The Toadasus, the Univiper, and the half man half eagle: Mervgriffin...
Shianza was needless to say disqualified for not only tampering in god's domain, but also unforgivable acts of punnery which is of course, punishable by death, resurrection and a second death.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And I'll catch you all later, just make sure you stay on the right side of the law or you may end up on the wrong side of my bow... OLIVER QUEEN!!!