I am Xander, King of the Morons!
...you guys, I am such an idiot. I made an unwise sock decision this afternoon (viz.: not taking the time to change them after I realised they both had holes in the heel; I thought 'they were fine all day at work, surely another hour won't hurt!' -- WRONG!) and consequently got 25 mins away from my house before I couldn't take it anymore and had to take my boots off because my heels were getting rubbed raw and I have to work tomorrow. Which then meant I got to walk back to my house in my socks/essentially bare feet. And somehow now I have GIGANTIC blisters on the soles of BOTH FEET and can't really walk without hobbling. ALL LESSER CRETINS BOW BEFORE ME, is what I am saying here. Damnit, I remember when I had super tough feet! This is LAME. (Although more of the blame for that falls on the idiots in my neighbourhood for adopting wholesale littering, especially with broken glass, and also spitting. It honestlywas not like this when I was a kid.)
So now I am waddling in an hilarious fashion rather than walking and will probably have to forgo sensible exercise tomorrow, too. A++, self! *facepalm*
I had stuff I was planning on saying (David Marciano on SeaQuest! Aahahahahahaa and also oh my godddd!) but it's mostly left me so I'll spare you all. I was really grumpy and tired after work yesterday (I accidentally knocked over the tomato sauce in a fit of petulance at dinner, I felt about two years old) so I didn't even try to come online, therefore I'm super behind again. I basically spent the evening watching another disc of SeaQuest. And, speaking of- Izzy did you also see the seeeeeerious subtextyness with Lucas, Seth Green's character and the girl Lucas was making out with in that hacker episode? It was... eyebrow-raising, for something made in 1993! Although mostly I'm stuck on being really amused that Seth Green played a character whose pseudonym was WOLFMAN. :D
In other news, I have been mainlining Paarfi of Roundwood with the inevitable consequences on my vocabulary and diction, and I nearly think that the reader should, in fact, be grateful that we are sparing them the effort of reproducing the resultant discourse as it happens inside my head; pretending that this decision to elide such digressions would therefore cause a saving of time, and further the pursuit of brevity which is, as always, our aim, much as-- okay, no, I can't do it. (Lie. I could. I just really really shouldn't indulge.) Also, count yourselves lucky that was only sixty words. I finished Paths of the Dead again last night and was reminded once more of just why I enjoy these books so much, and I think a big part of it is that, vocabulary aside, there are elements in that writing voice to which I am more than a little prone myself. I mean. Er. Okay. Judge for yourselves.
How To Write Like Paarfi of Roundwood (excerpt from Paths of the Dead by Steven Brust.)
12. Bear in mind, at all times and in all circumstance, whatever the subject under discussion - be it never so dear to your heart, and worthy of thoughtful consideration at far greater length than that to which you are regretfully obliged to constrain it - that conciseness is a virtue of such paramount importance that neither Paarfi nor the present writer would ever dream of relinquishing it, even for a moment; bearing in mind as well, that the related and yet not wholly identical temptation to entangle both the narrative and the reader in a thousand branching paths of digression, from which initially attractive yet ultimately fruitless byways (like those deceptively promising mountain trails which, when followed, gradually diminish to mere nothingness, leaving the traveler stranded at some spot deserted by humanity not through whim or chance, but justly, on account of its intrinsic lack of any interest whatsoever) one may only with great difficulty find one's way back to the main thread, must also be sternly avoided.
Every time you explain this point to the reader, follow it with a firmly worded assurance that that is exactly what you intend to do. Believe yourself when you say it.
...yeah I'm sure I in no way identify with THAT ahahahahahaaaa. I wrote a 200+ word sentence once and it was sufficiently grammatically correct that NO ONE NOTICED for three years. Boo yah! ...or possibly shame, I'm still not quite sure which I should be feeling there.
So now I am waddling in an hilarious fashion rather than walking and will probably have to forgo sensible exercise tomorrow, too. A++, self! *facepalm*
I had stuff I was planning on saying (David Marciano on SeaQuest! Aahahahahahaa and also oh my godddd!) but it's mostly left me so I'll spare you all. I was really grumpy and tired after work yesterday (I accidentally knocked over the tomato sauce in a fit of petulance at dinner, I felt about two years old) so I didn't even try to come online, therefore I'm super behind again. I basically spent the evening watching another disc of SeaQuest. And, speaking of- Izzy did you also see the seeeeeerious subtextyness with Lucas, Seth Green's character and the girl Lucas was making out with in that hacker episode? It was... eyebrow-raising, for something made in 1993! Although mostly I'm stuck on being really amused that Seth Green played a character whose pseudonym was WOLFMAN. :D
In other news, I have been mainlining Paarfi of Roundwood with the inevitable consequences on my vocabulary and diction, and I nearly think that the reader should, in fact, be grateful that we are sparing them the effort of reproducing the resultant discourse as it happens inside my head; pretending that this decision to elide such digressions would therefore cause a saving of time, and further the pursuit of brevity which is, as always, our aim, much as-- okay, no, I can't do it. (Lie. I could. I just really really shouldn't indulge.) Also, count yourselves lucky that was only sixty words. I finished Paths of the Dead again last night and was reminded once more of just why I enjoy these books so much, and I think a big part of it is that, vocabulary aside, there are elements in that writing voice to which I am more than a little prone myself. I mean. Er. Okay. Judge for yourselves.
How To Write Like Paarfi of Roundwood (excerpt from Paths of the Dead by Steven Brust.)
12. Bear in mind, at all times and in all circumstance, whatever the subject under discussion - be it never so dear to your heart, and worthy of thoughtful consideration at far greater length than that to which you are regretfully obliged to constrain it - that conciseness is a virtue of such paramount importance that neither Paarfi nor the present writer would ever dream of relinquishing it, even for a moment; bearing in mind as well, that the related and yet not wholly identical temptation to entangle both the narrative and the reader in a thousand branching paths of digression, from which initially attractive yet ultimately fruitless byways (like those deceptively promising mountain trails which, when followed, gradually diminish to mere nothingness, leaving the traveler stranded at some spot deserted by humanity not through whim or chance, but justly, on account of its intrinsic lack of any interest whatsoever) one may only with great difficulty find one's way back to the main thread, must also be sternly avoided.
Every time you explain this point to the reader, follow it with a firmly worded assurance that that is exactly what you intend to do. Believe yourself when you say it.
...yeah I'm sure I in no way identify with THAT ahahahahahaaaa. I wrote a 200+ word sentence once and it was sufficiently grammatically correct that NO ONE NOTICED for three years. Boo yah! ...or possibly shame, I'm still not quite sure which I should be feeling there.