cleaning out the tabs
Haha I have a metric fuckton of tabs open right now. 146 to be exact. =D why yes I do spend way too much time online why do you ask
Anyway. Wrote a short story today, posted over on Deviant Art here. Some info in the description and the updated journal. It is pretty much word-for-word (so to say) a dream I had last night, minus the totally unconnected story before and after. It is either the effects of caffiene (my dreams get stranger when I drink caffiene), or my brain is telling me some things that even I didn't know I was concerned about. Which I guess is why it really hit me like a brick when I woke up. I'm hoping I got the feeling across in it, which is what I was going for, more than anything. I tried to adjust the symbolism and everything so it wasn't quite so blatant. I didn't want to push the fantasy side that much either, but I hope it came across. And I know there was that one awkward sentence in there, about the looking back, but I was going for a little bit of disjointedness at that point, because the kid has been uncontrollably thinking disjointedly for so many years, that's the nature of his head. ...Huh, it's a he. I mean it was me in the dream but I guess the story is a he. Whatever, I left it ambiguous on purpose. It is me and it's not me and it's a boy and it's a girl. They are custodians and they are parents. The trains are tools and they are friends. ~ooh, dichotomy~ Anyway. Basically, if you ever had Miss Downie and you read the story, what was it called "The Day Without a Sun" or something, where there is a girl living on Mars whose life is practically destroyed by not being able to see the sun. This is the opposite and I didn't even realize it until after I wrote the whole damn thing. Sometimes I think that my subconscious is plotting to shock me with amazing levels of symbolism. (But as you can see by the amount I actually write, that's pretty fucking rare.)
BUT IN OTHER NEWS, I have pages upon pages of links to get rid of!
I just freaking hate this age group, and mostly everything about them. Oh, I know, I can't be too hard on them, they're just growing up, I was that age once blah blah blah (you can even say I could still fit in with the age group trying to be whatever scene, forget Scene). I just... GAH. I HATE PEOPLE. STOP CONFORMING TO NONCONFORMITY. god guys I'm so rejected with my ugly eighties clothes and I'm so straightedge I'm all hardcore and shit yeah fuck yeah I'm too good for you I just really hope they grow up and hate that period of their lives hard core. (Ooh, hard core.) I mean, damn, I would. I can't say I ever enjoyed the scenes of that general age group. I am proud to dislike Backstreet Boys and N'Sync and Britney Spears. I still don't think it's good (although Timberlake's newer stuff, some of it's good). Except Joey Fatone because he was on Broadway in Little Shop of Horrors (as Seymour!) <3
Yessss... It's never really struck me as weird that my sister was born in 1990. Or the fact that, you know, I babysat kids five years younger than me and everything. But the fact that there are 13-year-olds born in 1995 is a bit freaky. I guess this is my year for that. It's not the "FUCK I FEEL OLD" type of perspective, but the "holy shit, two decades" perspective. Not that I'm quite there yet (got a few months), but... damn. I can still remember my tenth birthday "htiting double digits" D= (I don't remember what I got though.)
God... those girls in that picture... I just want to smack them with a pink flamingo or something, I mean seriously. You sit around doing that all day? What the fuck? At least in the eighties people were doing stuff while they looked tacky.
I can't get over the crown thing, either. Just... oh god. Hahaha. I dunno. I'm trying to figure out the best way to piss of Scene (who made that up as a name for a style? Seriously. They deserve to die an uncreative death) kids. I'm pretty sure this is just as bad as emo. Like, New and Improved Emo, now with Color! Made with extra Hate. WHAT
Seriously, somebody help me figure out how to mock these kids, other than blatantly ignoring them.
I think, if I saw that girl on the right in real life, I would run off and rip the tape off her neck and put it in my car stereo.
Okay, so, I'm not sure China's really prepared to deal with all the shit from the Olympics. That being said, I think some of the "protests" have gone a bit overboard harassment-wise. But oh, the irony.
Did I post about that Be-an-IndyGirl-get-on-MTV-and-Meet-Shia-LaBeouf contest? I can't remember. Anyway, if I didn't, I'm not sure what type of person they're really looking for. You were supposed to post a video or something being adventurous or I don't know what, but anyway, just the nature of the beast, I really don't see real IndyGirl fans (and yeah, I know them, and I'm talking about people more qualified than myself, hurr) crossing much with the MTV crowd. Which just seems like a bad deal for Indy fans, then. Anyway. I'll rant about how much I hate MTV another day. My point WAS, it got cancelled, so quickly I never even saw an article about it other than messageboards. So... *shrug* I dunno. Don't know, don't really care. I'm just blathering for now.
Screechowls never fail to be ridiculously adorable.
I'm pretty sure Stan Lee never ceases to be awesome. What a cool guy.
I've read something about this dwarfism before, where a girl around the turn of the century (last century) was on display places as a fairy. But that does not stop this girl from being ADORABLE. Although the one pic, the purple lipstick is rather harsh.
A bit oldish, but I freaking love beatonna. Her historical stuff is just so nonsensically clever. Sort of like if you took Roald Dahl's illustrator and mashed him up with Monty Python sketches. I love it.
Quite possibly THE best video I have ever, ever, EVER seen on youtube. Or the internets.
Poor Terry Gilliam. That man is a genius. I don't know if I mentioned that I watched Time Bandits over spring break, but it's a pretty damn good movie. Terry Gilliam has the mind I wish I had. Or at least, his art is the mind I wish I had. Good man.
Welcome! A link I did nothing with on April Fool's.
And another.
Holographic Batman stickers. You know who I'm looking at.
The assquatch. Showing me that redneck creativity is not always as cool as the jackalope.
Disabled duck gets a scooter. AWWW.
37 days until Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! That's CRAZY TALK. The m&m's are going to have FEDORAS on them?! HELL FUCKIN' YEAH
I'm going to WalMart tomorrow. My junkfood piles may be well-stocked, we shall see.
In addition I am kind of nervous about tickets. I mean even with Pirates we never had a problem getting group tickets for the midnight showing, but, yeah, it's still up in the air whether the IndyGear people are going as a group or not, and I guess the guy who's setting up the thing isn't posting on the forum? Which is odd, to me at least. I don't think Dayton would have that many IndyGear people who don't post on that forum. Frick, I don't think much of anywhere does. BAH. And then figuring out who I have to ignore because you talk through movies! =P You people, geez.
[EDIT] A but more on the writing. I think that reading all those Neil Gaiman short stories kind of kicked my brain into "let's write something nice and twisty" mode. Twisty like fantasy in general. I finally got an idea for a changed-POV fairy tale, which I have kind of wanted to do forever. There are so many good ones! I rather love them. (Wicked, anyone? Definitely changed how you watch the Wizard of Oz.) Plus I realized today that I finally got a good story bit out of my dreams (which I journal, or, try to at least), but I had to accept the fact that it was short and complete on its own already. And I think reading all those short stories made me realize that explaining away the things I come up with, just writing the little tidbits, might be enough for now. Maybe I am just not a novel-length story teller. Maybe I am just a collector of pieces of tales, and sometimes those are more interesting than a life story. So I think I'm going to keep chugging along with this and try to write just as it comes, as it makes me happy. I think trying to write long and involved stories is what killed me back in Power of the Pen. I mean, I love long and involved stories. Sometimes I am proud when I guess the plot and sometimes I am thoroughly surprised by a twist I didn't see coming. So maybe I will just continue to read those stories but writing what seems best.
That made me happy just to think about today. =) I love to write. I think part of it comes from my desire to remember as much inane detail as possible, to help remember things. When I am old I want to be able to look back and think, oh yes, I remember these stupid little things. They're what make it alive. And if not I've got them written down, but I do hope I have a good memory.
Ugh, okay, that thought and the haunting part of the story and thinking about Nana is going to get me in a funk. I'm going to bed.
Anyway. Wrote a short story today, posted over on Deviant Art here. Some info in the description and the updated journal. It is pretty much word-for-word (so to say) a dream I had last night, minus the totally unconnected story before and after. It is either the effects of caffiene (my dreams get stranger when I drink caffiene), or my brain is telling me some things that even I didn't know I was concerned about. Which I guess is why it really hit me like a brick when I woke up. I'm hoping I got the feeling across in it, which is what I was going for, more than anything. I tried to adjust the symbolism and everything so it wasn't quite so blatant. I didn't want to push the fantasy side that much either, but I hope it came across. And I know there was that one awkward sentence in there, about the looking back, but I was going for a little bit of disjointedness at that point, because the kid has been uncontrollably thinking disjointedly for so many years, that's the nature of his head. ...Huh, it's a he. I mean it was me in the dream but I guess the story is a he. Whatever, I left it ambiguous on purpose. It is me and it's not me and it's a boy and it's a girl. They are custodians and they are parents. The trains are tools and they are friends. ~ooh, dichotomy~ Anyway. Basically, if you ever had Miss Downie and you read the story, what was it called "The Day Without a Sun" or something, where there is a girl living on Mars whose life is practically destroyed by not being able to see the sun. This is the opposite and I didn't even realize it until after I wrote the whole damn thing. Sometimes I think that my subconscious is plotting to shock me with amazing levels of symbolism. (But as you can see by the amount I actually write, that's pretty fucking rare.)
BUT IN OTHER NEWS, I have pages upon pages of links to get rid of!
I just freaking hate this age group, and mostly everything about them. Oh, I know, I can't be too hard on them, they're just growing up, I was that age once blah blah blah (you can even say I could still fit in with the age group trying to be whatever scene, forget Scene). I just... GAH. I HATE PEOPLE. STOP CONFORMING TO NONCONFORMITY. god guys I'm so rejected with my ugly eighties clothes and I'm so straightedge I'm all hardcore and shit yeah fuck yeah I'm too good for you I just really hope they grow up and hate that period of their lives hard core. (Ooh, hard core.) I mean, damn, I would. I can't say I ever enjoyed the scenes of that general age group. I am proud to dislike Backstreet Boys and N'Sync and Britney Spears. I still don't think it's good (although Timberlake's newer stuff, some of it's good). Except Joey Fatone because he was on Broadway in Little Shop of Horrors (as Seymour!) <3
Yessss... It's never really struck me as weird that my sister was born in 1990. Or the fact that, you know, I babysat kids five years younger than me and everything. But the fact that there are 13-year-olds born in 1995 is a bit freaky. I guess this is my year for that. It's not the "FUCK I FEEL OLD" type of perspective, but the "holy shit, two decades" perspective. Not that I'm quite there yet (got a few months), but... damn. I can still remember my tenth birthday "htiting double digits" D= (I don't remember what I got though.)
God... those girls in that picture... I just want to smack them with a pink flamingo or something, I mean seriously. You sit around doing that all day? What the fuck? At least in the eighties people were doing stuff while they looked tacky.
I can't get over the crown thing, either. Just... oh god. Hahaha. I dunno. I'm trying to figure out the best way to piss of Scene (who made that up as a name for a style? Seriously. They deserve to die an uncreative death) kids. I'm pretty sure this is just as bad as emo. Like, New and Improved Emo, now with Color! Made with extra Hate. WHAT
Seriously, somebody help me figure out how to mock these kids, other than blatantly ignoring them.
I think, if I saw that girl on the right in real life, I would run off and rip the tape off her neck and put it in my car stereo.
Okay, so, I'm not sure China's really prepared to deal with all the shit from the Olympics. That being said, I think some of the "protests" have gone a bit overboard harassment-wise. But oh, the irony.
Did I post about that Be-an-IndyGirl-get-on-MTV-and-Meet-Shia-LaBeouf contest? I can't remember. Anyway, if I didn't, I'm not sure what type of person they're really looking for. You were supposed to post a video or something being adventurous or I don't know what, but anyway, just the nature of the beast, I really don't see real IndyGirl fans (and yeah, I know them, and I'm talking about people more qualified than myself, hurr) crossing much with the MTV crowd. Which just seems like a bad deal for Indy fans, then. Anyway. I'll rant about how much I hate MTV another day. My point WAS, it got cancelled, so quickly I never even saw an article about it other than messageboards. So... *shrug* I dunno. Don't know, don't really care. I'm just blathering for now.
Screechowls never fail to be ridiculously adorable.
I'm pretty sure Stan Lee never ceases to be awesome. What a cool guy.
I've read something about this dwarfism before, where a girl around the turn of the century (last century) was on display places as a fairy. But that does not stop this girl from being ADORABLE. Although the one pic, the purple lipstick is rather harsh.
A bit oldish, but I freaking love beatonna. Her historical stuff is just so nonsensically clever. Sort of like if you took Roald Dahl's illustrator and mashed him up with Monty Python sketches. I love it.
Quite possibly THE best video I have ever, ever, EVER seen on youtube. Or the internets.
Poor Terry Gilliam. That man is a genius. I don't know if I mentioned that I watched Time Bandits over spring break, but it's a pretty damn good movie. Terry Gilliam has the mind I wish I had. Or at least, his art is the mind I wish I had. Good man.
Welcome! A link I did nothing with on April Fool's.
And another.
Holographic Batman stickers. You know who I'm looking at.
The assquatch. Showing me that redneck creativity is not always as cool as the jackalope.
Disabled duck gets a scooter. AWWW.
37 days until Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! That's CRAZY TALK. The m&m's are going to have FEDORAS on them?! HELL FUCKIN' YEAH
I'm going to WalMart tomorrow. My junkfood piles may be well-stocked, we shall see.
In addition I am kind of nervous about tickets. I mean even with Pirates we never had a problem getting group tickets for the midnight showing, but, yeah, it's still up in the air whether the IndyGear people are going as a group or not, and I guess the guy who's setting up the thing isn't posting on the forum? Which is odd, to me at least. I don't think Dayton would have that many IndyGear people who don't post on that forum. Frick, I don't think much of anywhere does. BAH. And then figuring out who I have to ignore because you talk through movies! =P You people, geez.
[EDIT] A but more on the writing. I think that reading all those Neil Gaiman short stories kind of kicked my brain into "let's write something nice and twisty" mode. Twisty like fantasy in general. I finally got an idea for a changed-POV fairy tale, which I have kind of wanted to do forever. There are so many good ones! I rather love them. (Wicked, anyone? Definitely changed how you watch the Wizard of Oz.) Plus I realized today that I finally got a good story bit out of my dreams (which I journal, or, try to at least), but I had to accept the fact that it was short and complete on its own already. And I think reading all those short stories made me realize that explaining away the things I come up with, just writing the little tidbits, might be enough for now. Maybe I am just not a novel-length story teller. Maybe I am just a collector of pieces of tales, and sometimes those are more interesting than a life story. So I think I'm going to keep chugging along with this and try to write just as it comes, as it makes me happy. I think trying to write long and involved stories is what killed me back in Power of the Pen. I mean, I love long and involved stories. Sometimes I am proud when I guess the plot and sometimes I am thoroughly surprised by a twist I didn't see coming. So maybe I will just continue to read those stories but writing what seems best.
That made me happy just to think about today. =) I love to write. I think part of it comes from my desire to remember as much inane detail as possible, to help remember things. When I am old I want to be able to look back and think, oh yes, I remember these stupid little things. They're what make it alive. And if not I've got them written down, but I do hope I have a good memory.
Ugh, okay, that thought and the haunting part of the story and thinking about Nana is going to get me in a funk. I'm going to bed.