I don't feel any different. Older, maybe, but not different. For my birthday thus far, I've been playing the Be a Pro mode on NHL 09. Later today I'll be going to places like GameStop and Barnes & Noble for birthday purchases. Hopefully after the shopping I'll have time to finally watch Iron Man, perhaps while enjoying some birthday apple pie. A closing thought: I'M FINALLY OLD ENOUGH TO GET A LEARNER'S PERMIT! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Why does everyone capitalize the second L in Legolover? 'Tis meant to be a single word rather than two words without a space, and thus the second L should not be capitalized. I'm not terribly irked by it, I'm just wondering why other people continue to do it. In other news, I'm thinking of writing a rant against profanity usage. I have neither time nor inspiration at the moment, though.
I've only seen the first two TV episodes starting yesterday, and yet I'm already hooked. Firefly is a TV series following a group of smugglers-for-hire on the Firefly-class starship Serenity. Captain Mal Reynolds and his First Mate Zoe were once soldiers fighting against an Alliance takeover; five years later, they are commanding the crew of the Serenity and experiencing troubles both finance- and law-related. My favorite character thus far is Mal -- he's just so witty. And speaking of Mal.
The bad news -- yep, you guessed it -- is that I'm throwing in the towel. I guess the sky-high goal of fifty thousand words in thirty days was out of my grasp from the start. I was woefully unprepared, and my story caught itself in a tedious cul-de-sac of forcing myself to write words that aren't there. I was relying far too much on being able to write by the seat of my pants, and what's more, extend that writing into fifty thousand words; the result: overextension and a lot of filler text. Pe
Two days ago was the last day of my Friday co-op's autumn semester. Prior to the last meeting, my gym class would focus on one sport or game for two classes and then switch to the next sport or game; today, however, was an odd day out, so the members of the gym class voted to play Ultimate Frisbee. Gym had already held two classes on Ultimate Frisbee. During the first class we had learned frisbee throwing and catching techniques; during the second class we had played a game. My team hadn't don
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
"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.
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 ch
I finally have to write a short story as homework at my American Literature co-op class. 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 nev
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.
Yes, I'm reintroducing Nova into the BZPRPG. However, there will be some notable changes to his characterization: 1. Nova's history will not be as cliche as before, where he was experimented on, miraculously escaped to Mata Nui, and lost all his memories afterward. 2. No more helplessness. Nova will have the most basic fighting knowhow; all that he'll lack is experience, a point I hope to take advantage of. 3. Nova won't be quite as timid as before. He still doesn't know what exactly is re
I love it. 'Tis perfect for people who (for the most part) hate the radio because there are no songs that they like. In essence: You choose an artist or song, and Pandora Internet Radio will create a "channel" that plays only songs related to the artist or song you picked. I'm listening to a Coldplay channel, and at the moment it's playing "One" by U2. EDIT: And now, it's playing "Never Say Never" by The Fray. I must reiterate that my love for Pandora Internet Radio is indeed true. EDIT 2:
Yes, I composed these myself. Nova's Theme I wanted to have this theme be calming and quiet, fitting Nova's quiet and held-back personality. But while chatting with Mangai and Razgriz and watching them toss character battle themes back and forth, I decided to add a battle segment to Nova's theme as well. Also, electric guitar plus overlying violin-and-French-horn melody equals awesome. Raknar's Theme I tried to use a rock-esque backing track over a hip-hop- or rap-esque beat. The result? No
GRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. I'm not writing two thousand words per day, and I've already wasted at least three of my free days by now. I hope to knuckle down and just write over this weekend to make up for my delays / laziness, no matter what my parents say.
Yes, as long as I still have a blog, I will be making a habit of posting these updates. I'm three thousand words behind schedule. I wrote two thousand words over yesterday and this morning, but I didn't write two thousand words today. I've lost one and a half of the free days I expected to have near the end of November; if I want to reach the fifty thousand word mark I have to work harder. (I bet my parents would rather I work harder on homework, lol.)
'Twas awesome. I loved how, while it was definitely part of the horror genre, it was just as much of a normal film. That is, except for the twist ending. A full review will probably come tomorrow; hopefully my HF Halloween story will also be finished by then.
Once every year, random strangers dressed in bizarro costumes knock at my door and threaten to trick me if they don't get treats. What is this mad ritual? -- and how was I sucked into doing it for almost every year of my life until now?
Does anyone know how to get rid of it? I have a jumble of black Bionicle peices sitting in my personal Lego bin, but I have no idea what to do with them. EDIT: I'll try to MOC Ena, substituting her golden Kualsi for a golden Hau, but I'd still appreciate some ideas and / or exercises to get around MOCer's Block if I have it again.
Man, that review was so off-the-hizzle that the hizzle was left alone and empty because the review was off it. It was so fun to read that I had fun. While reading. I gotta get me that gorillephant. I mean, its picture is just sitting there all like, "Yo, m'man, come grab me at a store or somethin'." And I'm like, whoa, I just saw you in the store a couple weeks ago so I should've brought some money to buy you when I saw you in the store a couple weeks ago.
I started watching Signs with low expectations -- the only M. Night Shymalan movie I'd watched before was The Last Airbender, which was (no offense intended) a train wreck. Perhaps this is a matter of relativity, but I think Signs is a good movie. Six months after his wife's death, former reverend Graham Hess (Mel Gibson) and his younger brother Merrill (Joaquin Phoenix) find a large series of crop circles in their cornfield. Soon afterward, a series of strange occurances both on the farm and
*searches valiantly for a way to reblog blog posts* *finds nothing, hangs head in sorrow* I suppose I can settle for the next-best thing -- quote tags.
I have a good idea based off the title Ignition: A scientist attempts to create sentient life, but meets difficulties powering it up. Of course the actual story will be far more in-depth; this is just the premise floating around in my head. Hopefully I can find time to enter between homework and NaNoWriMo.
