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Ramblings of a Writer


Tenderfoot Board Of Review

Posted by Legolover-361 , in Real Life Nov 18 2011 · 618 views

Last night I finally managed to have my Board of Review for Tenderfoot. Don't judge: I joined a year and a half ago, but lost at least half a year in missed meetings (due to issues outside Boy Scouts) and campouts I couldn't attend.

One of the questions asked to me by an adult leader of the troop during my Board of Review was, "What do you think isn't good about the troop?"

I thought for just a moment. "Well," I replied, "the meetings seem disorganized -- like, not everything scheduled to be done is getting done."

The adult leader nodded. "And whose fault do you think that is?"

Which was actually a difficult question. Who is at fault for the disorganization? I could say the Scout leaders, but they did their best, I'm sure. I could say the adult leaders, but that wasn't a good answer because, in my troop, the Scouts are supposed to run the meetings. I could say the other Scouts for being disorderly, but that was not a fixed constant.

So I replied the safest way I could.

"Mine," I said, "for not being in leadership."

"Good answer," replied the adult leader.


Lady Gaga

Posted by Legolover-361 , in Music, Real Life Nov 16 2011 · 341 views
what, in, the, world, Lady, Gaga and 5 more...
"No Floods" and "You and I" are both awesome, both by Lady Gaga, and both not technopop. Her voice is actually really good when she isn't Auto-Tuned.

My world has turned upside-down.


Homework Short Story

Posted by Legolover-361 , in Real Life, Writing Nov 16 2011 · 230 views

For my literature class at a co-op I attend, my latest assignment was to write a short story that included both all the required vocabulary words and examples of metaphors, similies, and personification. Those requirements, coupled with my desire to return to writing original science fiction, led into this story. I'm posting it unedited; I will probably perfect it at some later date, but right now I want to focus on NaNoWriMo.

For the record, I love Harvard Blight's name; don't expect me to change it no matter how hard you criticize it. :P

The vocabulary words I had to include were aggregation, congenital, perpetrated, ascertaining, obscurely, edification, taciturn, unobtrusive, impedimenta, umbrage, caricatures, indigenous, monosyllabic, diminutive, prowess, venerable, facade, obstreperous, gastic, habiliments, vapid, uncouth, overture, rectitude, auspicious, mollified, predilection, and ambidextrous.

* * *


Harvard Blight's mission had hardly been auspicious to begin with.

Governments were going wild back on Earth, throwing soldiers at each other for obscure reasons in wars that did nothing but leave more bodies for medical robots to care for. It was all for power, Blight had been told by others; power, venerability, and a thirst for both.

But Blight could only see it as more political impedimenta.

In the midst of chaos, Space Miners Co. had been hired by the United States government to mine the Asteroid Belt for precious minerals -- perhaps they were building weapons, or they just wanted to solve their energy problems. But Space Miners Co. was hardly ambidextrous in Earth's infighting; its founder, CEO Kristopher Wilkins, was American, and so the rest of the world probably wanted to hurt him for his predilection. Hurt him badly.

The Chinese newspapers passed around by a miner returning from vacation featured caricatures of not only important rival political figures but Wilkins. In the picture he stood in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean as missiles streaked about his head, shaking Uncle Sam's hand as Russia and China looked on with crossed arms. All who looked at the drawing remarked that Wilkins's mustache was spot-on. That had been while the Royale launched from its lunar base.

Blight had figured that at least his crew would be in space, away from the fighting; the century-old Space Treaty of 2258 had confirmed that no separate territories were to be marked beyond the bounds of the Earth. Russia was still miffed that the U.S.A. had claimed the Moon before the treaty, and China hadn't any occasion to claim anything at all.

He still couldn't get over the fact that either country would turn to such backhanded techniques as sabotage.

One second, the mining cruiser Royale was descending upon the asteroid Beta 1-38 on Blight's command, like a mother bird lowering over her nest; in the next second, a brilliant firework display of orange, red, and gray had engulfed the ship, dead silent in the airless expanse of space; the Royale had shot out of the cloud spinning, the stars swirling through the forward viewport like a demented kaleidoscope, and only with Blight's quick application of the stabilizing thrusters did it come to a (relative) halt. Blight had his space legs so he felt fine, but he couldn't help wondering if the cruiser's medical bay was filled with greenhorns complaining of gastric troubles.

Now all that remained was to check the damage and make sure no enemies were descending upon the cruiser. Praying, Blight had said to his crew, was optional, and could not be done if it would interrupt normal duties. He still did it, if only for mental edification; right after he did, the ugly backup lights had shut off, and the normal lights had brightened again, so apparently praying was good for something.

He was sitting in the bridge when his wrist comm beeped.

The screen flashed and displayed a headshot of Louise Jones, the Royale's head engineer; her dark eyes and stern face seemed robotic even in miniature. He pressed the Answer button. "This is Blight. Jones?"

"Yes sir. The ship is banged up, Blight; the thrusters don't work. We're dead in space." Louise Jones's vocabulary was normally ninety percent monosyllabic, but now her voice had also acquired a curt edge. She was annoyed; Blight could not blame her.

"It's fine. Upload your digital report and c'mon inside -- I want you to look over the diagnostics with me."

"Yes sir." The comm clicked and Jones's face picture disappeared.

Blight looked out the front viewport of the bridge, at the aggregations of stars and debris that danced beyond the foot-thick glass like butterflies in a breeze. The only other souls aboard the bridge were the navigators and scanners, four total; the other crew members were at their stations, most likely working feverishly to restore systems and conversing about who had planted the explosives.

Blight sighed and keyed for Earth-Space Transit's comm ID. At least this trip wasn't as vapid as the others.

* * *

By the time Harvard Blight finished his distress call, Jones had returned, lips compressed in her most extreme gesture of irritation. She was the closest Blight knew to a cyborg, if only because she acted like one: generally taciturn, never inordinate or obstreperous in her actions, and her diminutive physical appearance belied her mental prowess.

Her spacewalk habiliments were still donned; she had hurried to the bridge, Blight reckoned. So she was as worried as he was.

"This is the first time I've seen the diagnostic report, myself," Blight said, "so don't be surprised if I'm surprised." He pressed a button on his desk and a hologram appeared in midair, white text loading against a dark blue background.

Jones's eyebrows rose beneath her dark bangs as Blight muttered a few particularly uncouth words under his breath. The diagnostics list was long, very long, and mollification seemed just as far from the Royale. Perhaps it hid in the Chinese government, or the Russian government; their facades of venerability fooled no Americans, least of all Blight, who hated politics anyway.

Jones spoke first. "A friendly overture to the U.S.A., you think, sir?"

A moment passed before Blight realized the head engineer was being half sarcastic. He acquiesced with a nod and remarked with umbrage, "I think the thrusters'll be the hardest part to fix; the Royale is fresh outta the shop, you know, and I didn't think to carry spare nozzles."

"Without them the thrust will spray out -- no direction," Jones remarked.

"Right. So we don't want that to happen." He looked through the rest of the list, eyes narrowed, mouth tilted in anger. "What else is important...?

Jones pointed. "The fuel lines are ruptured. But Jacobs can fix them."


"And most of the stabilizers are damaged, but the ones still whole can suffice for now."

"So we need to fix the thrusters. How?"

Jones crossed her right arm over her chest and propped her left elbow atop her right hand so her left hand held up her chin: her characteristic thinking gesture, so natural it seemed congenital. Blight watched her face closely, certain her mental gears were spinning at top speed.

Her ascertaining halted abruptly when she looked up, her dark eyes meeting Blight's lighter ones. "The blast holes in the Royale's outer shell," she said.

Blight blinked. "What?"

"The metal is peeled back in places, mainly around weld lines. We can take the metal and fashion it into new thrusters."

Genius, it seemed, was indigenous to Jones. Harvard Blight was of the more common breed of humans; he blinked again and robotically repeated, "What?"

"The Royale's metal outer shell is made of the same material as the thrusters," Jones explained, the perfect image of patience. "We have welding and forging tools; we ought to easily bend the metal to make new thrusters."

"Wouldn't that open us to harm?"

"Not if we avoid the asteroids, sir."

More sarcasm. Jones was probably full of it, but she nevertheless stood silently, military fashion, true to her perfect rectitude. "Go ahead with your plan, Jones," Blight said finally, leaning back in his supervisor's chair. "Gather all the people you need."

"Yes sir."

"Cameron, Verne!" The two navigators turned in their seats to face Blight as Jones left in a hurry. "I want you to plot a course out of the Belt. Take into account that most of our stabilizers are on the fritz; according to the diagnostics only four remain operational."

"Yes sir," they said in unison and turned back to their displays.

* * *

By the time Jones returned, a course back to Earth had been programmed and double-checked. Any asteroids near the course proved unobtrusive, and the Royale still carried enough fuel to fly to Venus, let alone Earth. Blight's kaleidoscope of emotion had already slid through dark gray stress before the explosion, bright orange shock during it, and more, grayer stress after; now it stopped on the bright but dull blue of cautious optimism.

Blight had known Jones long enough to know most of her emotions were displayed through her eyes. Her mouth almost never moved; Blight had never seen her smiling or frowning. Cyborg-esque, indeed, he thought. Aloud, he said, "Have the thrusters been fixed?"

"Yes sir."

"They're ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Then let's go home. The EST Defense Department will be here soon to examine the explosion site; we'll let them handle the dirty work."

Blight pressed a button. Foot pedals extended beneath his feet. The ship's hand controls slid out from his desk; they were simplistic, just a joystick and several buttons. Even after years of piloting the Royale, Blight found the control layout reminiscent of antique video game controllers from the twentieth century.

"Here goes nothing," he said, and gently pressed on the accelerator. Jones had moved closer to him, her eyes glancing from the controls to the infinite blanket of space beyond the forward viewport in uncharacteristic nervousness.

"Too soon," she muttered.

Suddenly she rammed sideways into the supervisor, jamming her foot onto Blight's and, by extension, the accelerator, while simultaneously pushing the joystick all the way to the right so the Royale spun crazily. The metal snapped as the ship shuddered twice and started spinning down as well as to the right; the thrusters' nozzles had blown, and the throttle was wide open.

Jones? Jones was a double agent?

Blight didn't hesitate; he shoved Jones. She stumbled backward, the navigators and scanners stood up, and Blight pushed the Emergency button.

The klaxons didn't wail.

"There are computers all over the ship," remarked Jones. Her dark eyes drilled into Blight's. "I've been here long enough to learn the codes."

Blight could only stare in shock.

"You're the perpetrator?" he said.

"Of the bomb rig? No."

The crew members on the bridge charged at Jones. She didn't laugh, didn't even smile; in her usual cold, emotionless, militaristic fashion, she ran through the exit. The door slid shut; the navigators and scanners stuck the cold metal and jabbed the door release in vain.

The door intercom beeped. "You'll notice," said Jones, "the bridge's intercom won't work. You can't get out of the room. EST won't be here for another day. Your crew doesn't know you're trapped." Even in this situation, Blight couldn't help but admire Jones's brilliance.

Blight grimaced, pulling on the jammed joystick in vain. "Some friendly overture."

"Quite," she said. "Russia sends its greetings."

With that last half sarcastic remark, the intercom clicked off.

Blight's mental kaleidoscope shifted to a bright, full red.


Writing Homework

Posted by Legolover-361 , in Writing, Real Life Nov 09 2011 · 474 views

I finally have to write a short story as homework at my American Literature co-op class. :happydance: I knew it was only a matter of time I actually never saw this coming. But that doesn't dilute the sweetness.

The requirements are twofold:

1. I have to use a list of vocabulary words, twenty-eight in all, from the chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird my class has reviewed thus far. The words range from ones I already use on a regular basis (e.g. facade, prowess, obscurely) to words I know well but have never gotten the chance to use (e.g. ambidextrous, diminutive), to words I had never heard of before this class (e.g. obstreperous, rectitude, habiliments, impedimenta).
2. I have to use numerous examples of metaphors, similies, and personification. Good examples, I assume.

The first requirement provides only a mild damper; the second I always follow anyway, as it's good writing habit, and so I'm still stoked for this assignment. This will be the first time any short story of mine has been graded, even if this one turns out to be only graded for usage of metaphors, similies, personification, and vocabulary words.

My current idea (I'm probably over-thinking the story, but it's better to over-think it than under-think it) is set aboard a mining cruiser that has just run into an asteroid rigged with explosives. They don't know who did it until they hear a news broadcast about a terrorist inside the government agency for which they work. 'Tis a rough draft, and I plan to both tweak the story and cut it down to a more manageable size after my first go at writing.

Since BZPower came back online on October 13, this Sunday will most likely be the last day of Premier perks, and so I hope to post the story on my blog this Saturday, November 12.


NaΝoⱲriΜo -- 10,000 Words!

Posted by Legolover-361 , Nov 08 2011 · 171 views

Yes, you read the blog entry title correctly. I have finally passed the ten thousand word mark in my NaNoWriMo story -- and, luckily, I've gotten to an interesting part to write -- in other words, a suspenseful part, not a part that contains little more than filler descriptions, filler dialogue, and other words that serve as filler.

I suppose I won't think of the filler as, well, filler after I finish and edit the heck out of the story later, but at the moment it's getting annoying.


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About Me


June 9, 2009

11 / 27 / 1995

Under Lego, I have Mindstorms NXT, Bionicle (duh!), and a ton of other sets. Then outside of Lego there's writing, drawing, writing music, creating and editing images with GIMP, and a bunch more.

Christian if you squint and tilt your head just so. Maybe Christian-esque deist.

Favorite Foods:
Mashed potatoes, corn, apples

Current Projects:
Bionicle: Showdown; Forward

BZP Users I Know in Real Life:

Real Name:

Current Location:
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Social Security Number:
...Get lost.

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Favorite Albums / Songs


A Rush of Blood to the Head
Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends
Mylo Xyloto

Dreaming out Loud
Waking Up

Linkin Park
Hybrid Theory
Minutes to Midnight
A Thousand Suns
Living Things

The Fray
How to Save a Life
The Fray
Scars & Stories

Origin of Symmetry
Black Holes and Revelations
The Resistance
The 2nd Law

New Way to Be Human
Learning to Breathe
The Beautiful Letdown
Oh! Gravity
Hello Hurricane
Vice Verses

Counting Crows
Recovering the Satellites
This Desert Life
Hard Candy
Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings

The Joshua Tree
All That You Can't Leave Behind
How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
No Line on the Horizon

Death Cab for Cutie
Something About Airplanes
The Photo Album
Narrow Stairs
Codes and Keys

The Script
Science and Faith

Drops of Jupiter
My Private Nation
Save Me, San Francisco


Five for Fighting
The Battle for Everything

Snow Patrol
Eyes Open

All-American Rejects
Move Along

Christina Perri

The Postal Service
Give Up

Vapor Trails
Clockwork Angels

Close to the Edge
Tales from Topographic Oceans

John Mayer
Room for Squares

Stanley Climbfall
Smoke & Mirrors

Leave This Town
Break the Spell

Hans Zimmer
Inception film score

Howard Shore
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring film score

Les Friction
Les Friction

Silversun Pickups
Neck of the Woods

Straylight Run
Straylight Run
The Needle the Space

Pink Floyd
Dark Side of the Moon

John Williams
Star Wars film scores
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone film score

Comfort Eagle

The Black Keys
El Camino

Thomas Bergersen

Imagine Dragons
Night Visions

Hands Like Houses
Ground Dweller

Ocean Avenue
Lights and Sounds
When You're Through Thinking, Say Yes
Southern Air


Toby Keith
"American Soldier"
"My List"
"I Wanna Talk About Me"
"Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue"

Third Eye Blind
"Semi-Charmed Life"
"Never Let You Go"
"How's It Going to Be"

Owl City
"Alligator Sky"
"Hello Seattle"

Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Can't Stop"
"Snow (Hey Oh)"
"Dani California"

Quoteworthy Forum Quotes

These are quotes that I have, for the most part, painstakingly collected asked other people to supply in this blog entry. If you have any to contribute, post 'em there. And above all else, always remember:

"The problem with quotes on the Internet is that you can't verify whether they are correct."


wuts a adverb

an advertisement for versb

Suddenly everything makes sense

I intolerate tolerance of tolerance of intolerance of tolerating intolerance when intolerating tolerance is the same as tolerating intolerance when you tolerate tolerance of intolerance of tolerance, but most people tolerant of intolerance are intolerate of tolerance intolerant of their tolerance.

I listen to people banging rocks together. Back from when music was GOOD.





if you were true fans to bionicle you would support it's return you are not fans if you don't want it to come back even if you followed the entire story and loved them and bought every set and had joined a website with a large fanbase for them and made tons of friends and talked about bionicle every day and then when it ended you moved on to hero factory and don't want bionicle to come back you aren't a fan then because you thought it was going downhill and didn't like every single little aspect of it and you don't want it to come back and you aren't petitioning lego like mad and throwing temper tantrums left and right and aren't carrying on bionicle's revolutionary legacy means you are all traitors to those who want their most favorite toy back we know our fantasy will come true because we are here we are waiting and we want our bionicle and if star trek fans had as a group said no point in talking about this anymore it's never going to come back it never would have come back and lego is pushing their poorly designed and overpriced hero factory in little kids faces bionicle didn't need it so we have evidence to prove that our toy line which we simply cannot live without is going to come back because we will hold our breath and storm denmark if we don't get our way which we will because we always get our way and get what we want even if it comes back in ten years we can ask for the entire new line of bionicle for our thirtieth birthday and when bionicle comes back we'll have plenty of money to buy them because we didn't betray bionicle and buy hero factory like you all did you annoying little black hearted meanies who call yourselves fans when you're not you stinky shoe wearing snobs who don't agree with the movement to bring bionicle back

"What are eggs and bacon?"

"Eggs are white rocks with a kind of yellowy stuff in them that you can cook and eat. Bacon is delicious."

"You'e seian what?"
-- Me talking to a friend about DBZ...

"It takes a long time to hone skillz like mine."
--Me, after failing miserably at writing my own name in Japanese

I believe in a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.

If you love us so much, then what's with the two wolves with their heads glued together?


You scare me, Chols.

but i already asked google chrome out on a date :wub: :wub: :wub:

awwww you kids :wub: :wub: :wub:

Hey, I'm Tavakai and I said this.

I said that, so it's totally a quote.

You should put this in your quote block.

Quoteworthy Chat Quotes

[12:50:19 PM] Gravity: "Lightning."
[12:50:23 PM] Gravity: "Forms."
[12:50:36 PM] Gravity: "That I did not sign completely!"
[12:50:46 PM | Edited 12:51:19 PM] Legolover-361: "I deliberately misspelled my name on those forms!"
[12:50:47 PM] Legolover-361: "..."
[12:50:52 PM] Legolover-361: "Er, accidentally deliberately."
[12:50:53 PM] Gravity: "On purpose!"
[12:51:01 PM] Legolover-361: "By mistake."
[12:51:19 PM] Gravity: "Mistakingly on purpose."
[12:51:56 PM] Legolover-361: "Unintentionally, believe me."
[12:52:00 PM] Dovydas: This is really amusing to read.
[12:52:00 PM] Legolover-361: "Er, I mean intentionally."

[5:42:52 PM] Tyler St. Francis: Until very, very recently, I was under the impression that platypuses were ducks and beavers mixed together.
[5:42:53 PM] Tyler St. Francis: They're not.

5:11:21 PM me XD
5:11:24 PM me Because it is!
5:11:34 PM me It's the ciiiiiiircle of life.
5:11:46 PM me It's the wheeel of fooortuuuuune...
5:11:49 PM Aderia but circles are not competive
5:12:29 PM me Um...
5:13:33 PM Aderia How many guys does it take to screw in a lightbulb? / None, because by the time they're done sizing each other up, you've already done it yourself.

4:16:47 PM Aimee/Aderia Hey [GSR], Mr. Microsoft, if you're around, would it hypothetically be possible for a Makuta with very very precise control over Electricity and Magnetism to manipulate computers/technology through those powers? aside from makign them explode
4:39:40 PM onarax I doubt it, as I doubt any being could learn how to control such circuts with such a precise speed and size, plus not all computers have the same circuts so it'd be even more complicated.
4:44:44 PM Will ...then again, Makuta aren't real. Technically they could do whatever they wanted. xD
4:45:28 PM onarax They're antidermis aren't they, why not just possess the thing.
4:46:02 PM Legolover-361 *blue screen of death*
4:46:07 PM Will They also have Rahi/Insect Control abilites, which is basically controlling robotic brains.
4:46:19 PM Will (and lolz)
4:46:21 PM Legolover-361 *you are seeing this screen because your computer had to be shut down...*

10:10:33 PM onarax Quick what's 3+3?
10:10:38 PM Zarayna hmm
10:10:39 PM Legolover-361 122!
10:11:05 PM onarax Congratulation to LL, he wins the grand prize of 1 Million Dollars, now if only we could count it out for him.

[7/4/2012 10:51:34 PM] Tyler: I just tried to figure out the radius of a triangle. ._.
[7/4/2012 10:52:37 PM] Legolover-361: ...Did you succeed in finding the radius of a triangle? I'm curious.

Kal Grochi takes a large amount of Nick's blood in order to start brewing with.
Zarayna takes his blood back
[10:26:45 PM] Kal Grochi Hey!!

Quoteworthy Non-Internet Quotes

"All right, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade -- make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your darn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm going to to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"

"Only two things are infinite: the universe, and human stupidity. And I'm not so sure about the former."

"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt."