So, as it turns out, yes this conceptual gun does have a bullet or two in it, punk. I have the means, I have the drive, but... I'll admit something. The actual writing part... I'm kinda falling flat on. I've got two or three complete story ideas, but that's about it. That just plain doesn't feel like enough. I know there should be more.
Why isn't that more coming to me and smacking me upside the head?!?
Which is why I turn to you people, once more. I'm looking for scenarios. I'm looking fo
As progress should, lest it forsake the meaning of the word itself.
Exhibit three: random things. Half general BBC-ish things, half tablet practice. I think I'm getting the hang of this thing. Well, both, really. And messy Tufi-tablet-writing cheatsheet:
original shape
current shape
sigh
glaivescythe
hate
strangulation
puffin glaive
It's really really really hard to see in the picture, but the princes are wearing what sorta turns out to be tuxedo coats. They don't have either of t
The scanner lives, the card reader lives, the tablet lives. It is a glorious occasion.
And, to celebrate, I bring you pictures. You know, to prove I'm not all talk and no action about this. Which has happened far too many times in the past, I will readily admit. But not this time. Oh no. I have you guys to hold me to things.
Exhibit one: some manner of preliminary map. For starters, I wouldn't hold me to anything but the most basic outline of the palace, and maybe not even that. No clue wh
Yeah, I've still been thinking about the great BBC Empire comedic fiction multi-whatever project. Just because I haven't exactly 'been' here for the past few days doesn't mean Tufi-thoughts and -things haven't been done.
First of all, yeah, multi-whatever. There's the main fanfic-ish thing, of course. It'd prolly be in more of a serial format than one big defined story, where there'd be the individual stories, but they're all on the same continuity plane. If that makes sense. I think I lost
Three years ago to this day, a young girl was brought onto the staff(the ST, to be precise) shortly after being hit with a prank.
Three years later...
'S'all I'm saying.
Late one summer night, there was a topic... There was a member, but nobody else could be seen around... The member came and left a post, then turned around... but when he turned back to the topic... the post was gone!
This is why I never tell the bonfire story at camp. Now I shall provide you with something a bit more technical:
Life of a Spam Post
-Spam post is posted
-If lucky, spam post is reported
-Moderator comes across spam post
-Spam post is deleted
-Spam post ceases to exist
It is far too late at night for me to be up. I have not posted an entry in far too long. These two do not make for a stellar combination, though some may present a contrary theory. Oh no. I fully expect to look back on this entry in the morning and make every attempt to forget it ever existed, short of actually nuking it. Why not go the whole distance, I don't know.
Yet here I am now.
Contest is good so far. Lots of people respecting the rules, lots of good entries, lots of love for the gu
So I do these things. I have these MOCs, I take pictures of them, I do this in some sort of sequence. Text is added in post-production. End result is a story. Most glorious. It's one of the biggest reasons for the whole Fun With Toa dealie... cripes I still have to take a whole bunch of pictures for that.
Anyways. Backlog. I haven't actually posted one of these things for ages... I dunno, I guess I've been too lazy or, in the case of the Festivus story, forgot to post it at some decent time.
I actually got a very very rough BBC Empire map done today! Yay! Very basic, though. Just general placement of palace, docks, big open-air/not-too-sure MOC display place, some commercial (including best pizza place in all the forums) and some residential. And a random forest near the palace. Why not?
So then I think to myself that I should prolly get that thing scanned in while the thing's still in the front of my mind. I'll have to figure out what I can unplug from the powerbar and replug th
Did the Geek Test yesterday. Got 16.somethingforgottosaveit%. Female geek for the win.
Also did more BBC Empire story thing contemplating. Definitely gonna need to mash out a map for the thing. That should be fun and continuitytastic. Maybe dig out those sprites I was working on. Prolly unplug the printer and replug the scanner. Mayhaps a few raids on the sunshine and fresh air with a notebook and writing utensils. You know, little option-providing things like that.
As for the various thin
I think I've got something here.
So there's this forum, you see. BBC. Bionicle-Based Creations. With these people who staff it. It's affectionataly known as the BBC Empire. We're a crazy lot, too... well, you gotta be to deal with contests and all that other stuff. I daresay, one may even be tempted to call some of our activities 'hijinks.' They certainly ensue, that's for sure.
And I've become increasingly more tempted to write some manner of comedic story based on all this. Namely, the h
I love these things. I really do. The blogs add a whole other level to this place, make it that much more than just a forum, y'know? Real community. Just love 'em.
Then there's the little things about them. Like categories. A note to all present and future bloggers: get your categories set up as soon as you can. You will be struck by the urge to sort things out at some point, and you do not want to have to go through a ton of old entries and file 'em away one by one. Even, oh, say, eleven can
So I've been contemplating what to post next for a few days now. There's only so much ranting I can do, and I'm not about to turn this into some 'oh my day was so awful here's every minute detail' journal thing. Just can't do it. Then again, coming up with decent ideas hasn't been so easy either. Nothing inspiring, unless we're willing to go back to the modly ranting thing again... It's quite the dilemma. I take comfort in the fact that this is hardly an isolated thing, however: the same block's
Now I know what I'm doing with this thing! It's so obvious now! I'll post whatever I feel like at that moment! Hah! No pigenholing here! Not for puffins! Exclamation marks! Exclamation marks!
... yep, totally going crazy.
An insanity which definitely isn't being helped by this little dilemma... Pure black dragon wings. The one colour I could ever ask them to be in, except maybe black/light blue. Oh, that'd be nice, too... Anyways. Big Batmobile with black dragon wings. Big, expensive Batmo
Because I missed tons and tons of things last time. And I know I'm still going to be missing tons of points after I get this up. What can I say, though? There's just that many things out there that deserve a mention.
'You just revived this topic!'
This is still in the category of 'things that belong solely in a report', but it gets special mention because... well... it needs it. I can understand if you're posting a normal reply/review in a revived topic; if all you see is the latest, rev
Well, slightly moreso, anyways.
I have a terrible, awful, humiliating revelation I have to share with you all: for the first seventeen years of my life, I had gone without watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I do not jest. This is something I've had to keep under my hat all these years, all these references around me, every day, everywhere... it's been difficult. I've not gone without a sense of guilt, either. I pride myself on knowing these crucial bits of pop culture, especially those
So I've been staff for... cripes, almost three years now?... And I've seen more than my fair share of spam in that time. I've been BBC staff for about two and a half years, and I had a fair stretch of time in Artwork the Whole too. As such, I've seen just about every way possible that people can spam. I wouldn't go so far as to say I've seen 'em all: one has never seen it all, and can never hope to. All the same, I've seen a lot of that sort of thing, and I may as well go on about some of 'em.
I've just been that busy.
Status: Over over over
Current Location: Home, hurrah
Day Three: They love us! They really really love us! There were lots more of them than us, and they laughed this time! Not like the previous night, where they didn't really laugh that much. No, they laughed, and they laughed often. It actually felt like a comedy. As it should.
But then I missed that infernal tea cue. All I had to do was bring out tea, and I was late. I recovered, though. I'd feel worse if o
So maybe I'm at a loss for titles right now.
And also at a loss for sig... I'm right on the edge of the ol' '100-post sig change', and once again... no clue. Well, actually, some clue. The current leader's a quote from good ol' Socials, but then I'm also contemplating yet more Elvis Costello lyrics... But then again, how many times have I borrowed some lines from him?
Okie, yeah. Socials quote it is, in all its glorious lack of context. Now to wait for the crossover to 6800. Woo.
To cou
Status: Performance #1
Current Location: Beginning of Act III
Cripes, these loafers are killing my heels. I think they're actually cutting into the flesh. Well, I don't think they actually are, since I don't see any blood, but still, it's that general sensation. And I gotta keep these babies on for at least another hour. Oh joy.
But man, I feel like... a man. Servant. Manservant. Straight outta the 20's. Hair and everything. Oh yeah.
First two acts went well. Long unnecessary speeches
Status: Three-and-half hours to go before showtime
Current Location: Safely out of notice of a gathering of 'volunteers' to move stuff around, so there, you three
Oh cripes is it a long day. Very, very long day. Helped none by the fact it's absolutely beautiful outside, might I add. Though I have had the chance to get out there. You know, to eat lunch and get some ice cream and go down Memory Lane and all that. But now that is over. Now there is only waiting. At least an hour until the possi
Status: Dress rehearsal
Current location: Beginning of Act II
Note to self: drink water before standing in one spot in dress shirt and vest for ten minutes. Not a fun feeling, being ready to collapse on stage.
This thing's a lot funnier than Midsummer Night's Dream, which was definitely written by a man who defined a comedy as 'everyone lives to see the end and then they all couple up'. However, there is definitely a tradeoff... this thing's a whole lot longer. Takes us so long just to ge
Well, that's what this is...
So I still need to figure out what in blue blazes I'll be doing with this thing. Can't keep on posting 'hey I've got a blog isn't that nifty' entries forever, you know. Seems vaguely 'not gonna work'ish, and I've found that that feeling is usually fairly accurate. The few times I haven't trusted that feeling... it's not been too great, I'll tell you now. And then there's the 'I'll know it when I see it' gut instinct. Gotta love that one. Yeah. I'll go with that on
