I just read "Old Man's War" by John Scalzi, and holy crap was it good. Well written, with characters you care about, a main character who feels like he could be real (save for the fantastical setting), and a story that flows like the ink from a pen. Am I three years late to the party? Yep, but that's how I roll, late to the party.
I'm not gonna explain the specifics of the plot, because it's a three year old book, and besides, if you want to know the basic plot of the novel, look it up on wikipedia or something (I suggest reading the book, because it's great).
Why I Chose the Book
-Before I read this book, I had only heard of John Scalzi through some other blogs I read, and everyone seemed to agree that his work was good and that people should read it. I hadn't read any science fiction in a while, so I opted to pick this one up, because the summary sounded cool, and I like futuristic wars.
The Characters
-Most of them felt like real people, and their interactions between each other felt genuine. The chemistry between John, Harry, Jesse, and the rest of the 'Old Farts' made the seem more like college students than retirees, and reminded me of my friends, what with the being thrown into a new situation, and trying to make the best of it.
The Plot
-While it seems to jump around a little, and doesn't give too much back story about what happened before John joined the CDF, it's not necessary to John's story and would inflate the book from the tight 320 that it is (I'm just curious and would like to know why the CDF formed, how it did, and how it's evolved over the years). Once the book got to John's adventures in outer space, it really moves, and kept me me from putting down the book (a rare feat these days)
Favorite Part
-The beginning of boot camp, when the Drill Sergeant reveals how an ad campaign that John wrote saved his life. It had me laughing for quite some time, and trying to explain it to my brother was difficult, because, you know, it's one of those things you have to read to get.
Overall
-Probably the best book I've read in the last six months, if not year. I'd recommend it to pretty much everyone I know, but the issue becomes getting them to read it, what with the wacky science fiction premise and all.
All right guys, get reading, and remember, read safely.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Birthday Links!
Hey, have I talked to you guys about hulu.com yet? Because I love it. And no, they're not paying me...yet. Anyway, here are my favorite SNL videos that are on there.
Link Number One - The best SNL fake commercial of all time. Why is this? Two words; Sam Watterson. Two more words; Robot Insurance. It wins everyday and twice on sunday. So go team.
Link Number Two - This is just hilarious. I really can't describe it beyond that.
Link Number Three - Everyone on SNL trying to be Christopher Walken. Hilarity ensues.
Remember that e-mail we got from those Nigerians who need our help getting that money out of Africa? We did it! I got the check today.
~Tracy Jordan
Tracy Morgan, 30 Rock
Link Number One - The best SNL fake commercial of all time. Why is this? Two words; Sam Watterson. Two more words; Robot Insurance. It wins everyday and twice on sunday. So go team.
Link Number Two - This is just hilarious. I really can't describe it beyond that.
Link Number Three - Everyone on SNL trying to be Christopher Walken. Hilarity ensues.
Remember that e-mail we got from those Nigerians who need our help getting that money out of Africa? We did it! I got the check today.
~Tracy Jordan
Tracy Morgan, 30 Rock
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Look kids, a new feature!
I think I'm gonna start a weekly feature here (if I can get through more than one week that is), asking a question of my audience.
This week's; what movie would you say you quote the most?
For me, I'd probably say "Ghostbusters," but depending on the situation, it could be anything. Someone just reminded me that I quote "The Princess Bride" a whole lot too, which is also true. I also drop "Anchorman" quotes like they're hot, so that's fun. I can totally see me quoting "Tropic Thunder" if it's as good as it looks. Also "Star Wars" and "Star Trek" get a lot of play, if only because people keep setting me up (I swear, if I hear one more person go "It was a no win scenario" or "I don't like to lose" I'ma snap and start reciting "The Wrath of Khan" from beginning to end). But I have to give it to "Ghostbusters" because it works for everything, and my dad keeps yelling at me and Joe at like 2 or 3 in the morning for quoting Venkman (the she's not my girlfriend exchange).
Anyway, this question also lead to the following comment from my friend Brian, "you're like bumblebee in Transformers, you cant actually speak, just use already said lines."
I hate to admit it, but he's kind of right. I do have an appropriate (or inappropriate) quote ready to go at a moment's notice.
Winston: Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?
Egon: Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Peter: Yeah. Big difference.
Winston: No offense, guys, but I've gotta get my own lawyer.
"Ghostbusters," obviously
This week's; what movie would you say you quote the most?
For me, I'd probably say "Ghostbusters," but depending on the situation, it could be anything. Someone just reminded me that I quote "The Princess Bride" a whole lot too, which is also true. I also drop "Anchorman" quotes like they're hot, so that's fun. I can totally see me quoting "Tropic Thunder" if it's as good as it looks. Also "Star Wars" and "Star Trek" get a lot of play, if only because people keep setting me up (I swear, if I hear one more person go "It was a no win scenario" or "I don't like to lose" I'ma snap and start reciting "The Wrath of Khan" from beginning to end). But I have to give it to "Ghostbusters" because it works for everything, and my dad keeps yelling at me and Joe at like 2 or 3 in the morning for quoting Venkman (the she's not my girlfriend exchange).
Anyway, this question also lead to the following comment from my friend Brian, "you're like bumblebee in Transformers, you cant actually speak, just use already said lines."
I hate to admit it, but he's kind of right. I do have an appropriate (or inappropriate) quote ready to go at a moment's notice.
Winston: Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?
Egon: Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Peter: Yeah. Big difference.
Winston: No offense, guys, but I've gotta get my own lawyer.
"Ghostbusters," obviously
Billionaire Playboy vs. Billionaire Playboy
On my last day of work this summer, I was talking to the managing editor about summer movies, specifically "Batman" and "Iron Man" (I know Batman's technically called "The Dark Knight" and Batman's basically a side character to everyone else, but that's not the point here, also, it takes less time for me to call TDK Batman than to call it TDK, anyway), and how while we both thought that "Batman" was one of the better movies of the summer (if not year), I said that I think Iron Man will be remembered more fondly because it's a whole lot more fun then Batman. Don't get me wrong, I love Batman, I love it so much I wanna stare at it from across a bar while I'm hanging out with my friends. However, it's very dark, and the Joker is legitimately scary, so much so that I think the brighter (in lighting and tone) Iron Man will be seen as just as good a movie (if not a little better) than Bats, if only because you left smiling, and not terrified of clowns again.
Let's go into this some more, because I think I might have confused some people (myself included). Batman rocked. With the Batpod, the zoomy zoom, the awesome, the Gary Oldman, and the deliciousness (I know it's a visual medium, but hot damn that movie is delicious). But it's so dark, like I'm trapped in a windowless room in my basement during a starless night during a power outage. It's good, but I'm horrified of waking up with a clown anywhere near me, lest he perform the pencil trick on me. Sheesh, I get the back shudders just from thinking about it.
Anyway, on the other end of the spectrum, we've got Iron Man. It makes with the fun almost right away, and even when it gets darkish, it doesn't go so far as to scare the pants off of you, and make you afraid of clowns if you never had that fear (look, the Joker was fucking scary, and he still haunts my dreams, that's how fucking scary he was, okay? So I'm gonna keep talking about it). It's like being stuck inside some kind of room that is covered in light bulbs that never go out.
So back to my original thought. Because of the light and the fun and the good of Iron Man, I think it'll be thought of as better is because you left feeling good about yourself and about the world, whereas with Batman, you feel like you're gonna get a pencil jammed into your eyesocket. But I still love them both, and asking me to say which one I liked more is basically "Sophie's Choice," only in this case, it's a fanboy's choice. Yay ham-fisted metaphors.
Christine Everheart: Mr. Stark! Christine Everheart, Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?
Hogan: She's cute.
Tony Stark: She's alright? Hi!
Christine Everheart: Hi.
Tony Stark: Yeah. Okay, go.
Christine Everheart: You've been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?
Tony Stark: Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint.
Christine Everheart: And what do you say to your other nickname, the Merchant of Death?
Tony Stark: That's not bad. Let me guess... Berkeley?
Christine Everheart: Brown, actually.
Tony Stark: Well, Ms. Brown. It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we got. I guarantee you the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals.
Christine Everheart: Rehearse that much?
Tony Stark: Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime.
Christine Everheart: I can see that.
Tony Stark: I'd like to show you firsthand.
"Iron Man"
Alfred: I suppose they'll lock me up as well. As your accomplice...
Bruce: Accomplice? I'm going to tell them the whole thing was your idea.
"The Dark Knight"
Let's go into this some more, because I think I might have confused some people (myself included). Batman rocked. With the Batpod, the zoomy zoom, the awesome, the Gary Oldman, and the deliciousness (I know it's a visual medium, but hot damn that movie is delicious). But it's so dark, like I'm trapped in a windowless room in my basement during a starless night during a power outage. It's good, but I'm horrified of waking up with a clown anywhere near me, lest he perform the pencil trick on me. Sheesh, I get the back shudders just from thinking about it.
Anyway, on the other end of the spectrum, we've got Iron Man. It makes with the fun almost right away, and even when it gets darkish, it doesn't go so far as to scare the pants off of you, and make you afraid of clowns if you never had that fear (look, the Joker was fucking scary, and he still haunts my dreams, that's how fucking scary he was, okay? So I'm gonna keep talking about it). It's like being stuck inside some kind of room that is covered in light bulbs that never go out.
So back to my original thought. Because of the light and the fun and the good of Iron Man, I think it'll be thought of as better is because you left feeling good about yourself and about the world, whereas with Batman, you feel like you're gonna get a pencil jammed into your eyesocket. But I still love them both, and asking me to say which one I liked more is basically "Sophie's Choice," only in this case, it's a fanboy's choice. Yay ham-fisted metaphors.
Christine Everheart: Mr. Stark! Christine Everheart, Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you a couple of questions?
Hogan: She's cute.
Tony Stark: She's alright? Hi!
Christine Everheart: Hi.
Tony Stark: Yeah. Okay, go.
Christine Everheart: You've been called the Da Vinci of our time. What do you say to that?
Tony Stark: Absolutely ridiculous. I don't paint.
Christine Everheart: And what do you say to your other nickname, the Merchant of Death?
Tony Stark: That's not bad. Let me guess... Berkeley?
Christine Everheart: Brown, actually.
Tony Stark: Well, Ms. Brown. It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we got. I guarantee you the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace, I'll start making bricks and beams for baby hospitals.
Christine Everheart: Rehearse that much?
Tony Stark: Every night in front of the mirror before bedtime.
Christine Everheart: I can see that.
Tony Stark: I'd like to show you firsthand.
"Iron Man"
Alfred: I suppose they'll lock me up as well. As your accomplice...
Bruce: Accomplice? I'm going to tell them the whole thing was your idea.
"The Dark Knight"
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Guess who's back...back again...
Howdy y'all!
So, yea, I've been terrible about keeping this thing updated. But I'm back and I'm here to rock this. The first post of real stuff will come after I see "Tropic Thunder" this weekend (or if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll blog about my trip to Six Flags tomorrow). But tune in this week for new stuff, and not reruns of what's been here since the winter.
I don't quite know what I'm gonna do to end these, I like the movie quote thing, but it is often difficult to find one I (1) like, and (2) haven't used before. But I'll probly stick with it, as it's kind of my thing.
Waldorf: Just when you think this show is terrible something wonderful happens.
Statler: What?
Waldorf: It ends.
"The Muppet Show"
So, yea, I've been terrible about keeping this thing updated. But I'm back and I'm here to rock this. The first post of real stuff will come after I see "Tropic Thunder" this weekend (or if I'm feeling ambitious, I'll blog about my trip to Six Flags tomorrow). But tune in this week for new stuff, and not reruns of what's been here since the winter.
I don't quite know what I'm gonna do to end these, I like the movie quote thing, but it is often difficult to find one I (1) like, and (2) haven't used before. But I'll probly stick with it, as it's kind of my thing.
Waldorf: Just when you think this show is terrible something wonderful happens.
Statler: What?
Waldorf: It ends.
"The Muppet Show"
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Juno, they must be out of ideas...
So I was talking to a friend of mine last night, and he directed me to this. It appears that the powers at be want to make a video game about the movie Juno. Umm...what? Of all the movies to come out this winter, that's the one they wanna make a video game?
After some thought, I figured out how they could turn the movie into a game. The first level would entail hooking up with Paulie (Michael Cera). The second level would start with drinking lots of Sunny D, and taking the pregnancy test. The third level would be going to Planned Parenthood, signing in, staying there for a while, and then chickening out. The fourth level would be telling your parents; you would have to devise your plan with Leah, (anytime Leah is around in the movie, she is playable by the second player, like with Tails in Sonic 2). Following that, you have to find adoptive parents in the penny saver (also a Leah level). The next level is meeting with them/signing the paperwork and all that. In the seventh level, you break up their marriage. After that you make sure that Jennifer Garner's character is still in. The ninth level is giving birth, and giving the baby up. The last stage would be going back to life as usual.
In game mini missions could involve eating a huge lunch, filling Paulie's mailbox with Tic Tacs, walking around school while knocked up without hitting anything, and another would be making snarky comments at everything and anything that goes on (you would need a microphone for that part).
Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
~High Fidelity
After some thought, I figured out how they could turn the movie into a game. The first level would entail hooking up with Paulie (Michael Cera). The second level would start with drinking lots of Sunny D, and taking the pregnancy test. The third level would be going to Planned Parenthood, signing in, staying there for a while, and then chickening out. The fourth level would be telling your parents; you would have to devise your plan with Leah, (anytime Leah is around in the movie, she is playable by the second player, like with Tails in Sonic 2). Following that, you have to find adoptive parents in the penny saver (also a Leah level). The next level is meeting with them/signing the paperwork and all that. In the seventh level, you break up their marriage. After that you make sure that Jennifer Garner's character is still in. The ninth level is giving birth, and giving the baby up. The last stage would be going back to life as usual.
In game mini missions could involve eating a huge lunch, filling Paulie's mailbox with Tic Tacs, walking around school while knocked up without hitting anything, and another would be making snarky comments at everything and anything that goes on (you would need a microphone for that part).
Rob: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
~High Fidelity
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Wherein which I proclaim my love for Project Runway
HE'S GONE! HE'S GONE! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY HE'S GONE!
Okay, that was overly mean of me, and you probably have no idea who or what I'm talking about, unless you also watch Project Runway, and watched tonight's episode.
First, I love Project Runway so much. It's one of the only reality shows where people actually have to have talent to get far or win on this show, unlike, say...ummm...okay, I don't watch that much reality TV, as I think it's basically pointless, but this is that one show that has people being on and doing stuff based on their talent, not because they're the most personable, or pretty, or will make for good TV. In addition, they opt to test the designers to see what they can do with whatever they are thrown at them, not make them do ridiculous physical challenges and such. SURVIVOR! Like Survivor! That's a ridiculous reality show where no one has any actual talent.
Like, on tonight's episode, they had to make outfits for WWE Divas, which was cool. It's like they've realized that straight dudes watch this show too, so this week, we got hot girls (well, hotter girls than that are usually on this show), skimpy outfits, hilarious commentary from the judges (finally, Michael Kohrs hasn't been as funny as he usually is, but he's finally turned the funny back on, which is great), and people voted off who deserve it for a change (that would be Ricky finally going home after being in one of the worst designers all season except for two weeks ago when he did a decent job and won a challenge). Chris winning was great, because, other than Christian, he really got this week's challenge, and since he was voted off a few weeks ago, he's really stepped his game up, and seems to be striving to improve his work. Christian's work is good, but he's so fucking cocky and all "I'm the best y'all." And the hair, oh god the hair. It's like he had sex with an electrical socket while getting a hair cut with a hedge cutter. I think Jillian's a good designer, and good lord is she pretty. Rami's work is alright. Nothing to stop the presses about, but okay. Sweet P's designs are good and I didn't think that she'd be able to salvage her design this week, but she did, so that was good. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate Ricky's design work. I didn't think any of it was good at all, and I'm glad he's gone. And Tim Gunn is the best host/mentor ever. I wish he could mentor me with my writing.
Okay, that was overly mean of me, and you probably have no idea who or what I'm talking about, unless you also watch Project Runway, and watched tonight's episode.
First, I love Project Runway so much. It's one of the only reality shows where people actually have to have talent to get far or win on this show, unlike, say...ummm...okay, I don't watch that much reality TV, as I think it's basically pointless, but this is that one show that has people being on and doing stuff based on their talent, not because they're the most personable, or pretty, or will make for good TV. In addition, they opt to test the designers to see what they can do with whatever they are thrown at them, not make them do ridiculous physical challenges and such. SURVIVOR! Like Survivor! That's a ridiculous reality show where no one has any actual talent.
Like, on tonight's episode, they had to make outfits for WWE Divas, which was cool. It's like they've realized that straight dudes watch this show too, so this week, we got hot girls (well, hotter girls than that are usually on this show), skimpy outfits, hilarious commentary from the judges (finally, Michael Kohrs hasn't been as funny as he usually is, but he's finally turned the funny back on, which is great), and people voted off who deserve it for a change (that would be Ricky finally going home after being in one of the worst designers all season except for two weeks ago when he did a decent job and won a challenge). Chris winning was great, because, other than Christian, he really got this week's challenge, and since he was voted off a few weeks ago, he's really stepped his game up, and seems to be striving to improve his work. Christian's work is good, but he's so fucking cocky and all "I'm the best y'all." And the hair, oh god the hair. It's like he had sex with an electrical socket while getting a hair cut with a hedge cutter. I think Jillian's a good designer, and good lord is she pretty. Rami's work is alright. Nothing to stop the presses about, but okay. Sweet P's designs are good and I didn't think that she'd be able to salvage her design this week, but she did, so that was good. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate Ricky's design work. I didn't think any of it was good at all, and I'm glad he's gone. And Tim Gunn is the best host/mentor ever. I wish he could mentor me with my writing.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Hey, nice hair...
I was walking to class earlier today, and I passed a shit ton of pretty girls en route. In my head, I told them as such, which is something that I wouldn't do even if I knew them.
I'm not sure why I can't compliment my friends, but I think there's just something in my head that stops me from doing it. I think that's strange because that doesn't sound anything like me. I comment on everything all the time, with no regard for whether or not it's the right time or place, so what gives?
I think part of it is that if it's to a girl, I feel like I'm gonna come off as creepy or like I'm hitting on them. This is not always the case, especially if they're a friend. I've always thought that complimenting people was supposed to make the feel nice/better about themselves, but for whatever reason, my brain's all stop that's weird. I think it's mostly that I don't want to seem creepy or nothing.
I think this also speaks to another issue I have when talking to girls I find pretty and don't know, specifically that I either freeze up or become unable to speak to them at all. This happened in class today, where we had to interview the people around us. They were all nice and all, and very pretty, but like, how'm I supposed to communicate when my natural response in this situation is to be all, "Umm...uh...hi..." I'm like Dick from "High Fidelity," but only around pretty girls, because otherwise, I'm basically Rob Gordon, only much fucking grumpier, and I don't really care about music as much as I do about movies/TV.
Right, anyway, so back to my original point. What I think I'm gonna do is start to ease into it. Nothing crazy, just say something as I think it's warranted, and let my psychosis be damned.
Ted: So, you're a reporter?
Robin: Sorta, I do those fluff stories at the end of the show, like... Monkey can play a violin. I'm hoping for some bigger stories.
Ted: Bigger... like, a Gorilla with an upright bass? Sorry, you're very pretty.
~How I Met Your mother
I'm not sure why I can't compliment my friends, but I think there's just something in my head that stops me from doing it. I think that's strange because that doesn't sound anything like me. I comment on everything all the time, with no regard for whether or not it's the right time or place, so what gives?
I think part of it is that if it's to a girl, I feel like I'm gonna come off as creepy or like I'm hitting on them. This is not always the case, especially if they're a friend. I've always thought that complimenting people was supposed to make the feel nice/better about themselves, but for whatever reason, my brain's all stop that's weird. I think it's mostly that I don't want to seem creepy or nothing.
I think this also speaks to another issue I have when talking to girls I find pretty and don't know, specifically that I either freeze up or become unable to speak to them at all. This happened in class today, where we had to interview the people around us. They were all nice and all, and very pretty, but like, how'm I supposed to communicate when my natural response in this situation is to be all, "Umm...uh...hi..." I'm like Dick from "High Fidelity," but only around pretty girls, because otherwise, I'm basically Rob Gordon, only much fucking grumpier, and I don't really care about music as much as I do about movies/TV.
Right, anyway, so back to my original point. What I think I'm gonna do is start to ease into it. Nothing crazy, just say something as I think it's warranted, and let my psychosis be damned.
Ted: So, you're a reporter?
Robin: Sorta, I do those fluff stories at the end of the show, like... Monkey can play a violin. I'm hoping for some bigger stories.
Ted: Bigger... like, a Gorilla with an upright bass? Sorry, you're very pretty.
~How I Met Your mother
Sunday, January 27, 2008
In which I take some liberties with dialogue from "Raiders of the Lost Ark," but keep the scene in tact.
So I'm watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, one of my favorite movies ever. I think I just realized my favorite line in the movie (or possibly even in any Indy movie).
Indy and Marion are walking around a bazaar, looking at stuff with the evil Nazi monkey (heretofore to be referred to as ENM). Anyway, ENM runs off and Marion's all "Oh littlest of the Nazis, where are you going?" to which our gallant hero replies, "Who cares, he's evil, try a date."
Marion "Huh?"
Indy "It's a date, ya eat em!"
The last line there is taken verbatim from the film, and it's the best Indy line ever. Ford's acting the whole film shows a dude who sorta does his job haphazardly, which is fine, but it is this delivery that makes me love this movie like I also love cupcakes. it's just so perfect, it makes it seem like he could've actually been a real guy who taught, archeologized on site, and kicked Nazi ass because they deserved it (which they totally did).
Sparky: I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
~Bring It On (a flick I love, but only the first one, what with it being awesome and all)
Indy and Marion are walking around a bazaar, looking at stuff with the evil Nazi monkey (heretofore to be referred to as ENM). Anyway, ENM runs off and Marion's all "Oh littlest of the Nazis, where are you going?" to which our gallant hero replies, "Who cares, he's evil, try a date."
Marion "Huh?"
Indy "It's a date, ya eat em!"
The last line there is taken verbatim from the film, and it's the best Indy line ever. Ford's acting the whole film shows a dude who sorta does his job haphazardly, which is fine, but it is this delivery that makes me love this movie like I also love cupcakes. it's just so perfect, it makes it seem like he could've actually been a real guy who taught, archeologized on site, and kicked Nazi ass because they deserved it (which they totally did).
Sparky: I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
~Bring It On (a flick I love, but only the first one, what with it being awesome and all)
Monday, January 7, 2008
Let's clear my desk of a bit, shall we?
Hey there blogosphere! I didn't forgot about you, I just didn't have anything to say, as seems to be the case a lot as of late. Consider this my promise to you, the consumer, to not go this long again without getting my blog on, so to speak.
The reason I started this little experiment was to give myself someplace to write about whatever, and it seems that any good ideas that I've had lately (and by lately I basically mean since I started this (not counting my TV magnum opus)) have not been written. It seems that instead of writing about stuff, I've bitched about it aloud, and as such, I've let my writing slide. So basically what my aforementioned pledge to you will entail me writing here. I will be writing about whatever, be it silly, angry, or maybe even fiction! (Don't count on a lot of fiction, or it being good if I do any)
So that's my pledge to you, humble consumer (all probably none of you, no one reads this, this is just for me to vent the words out of my head). There will be writing, on a hopefully consistent basis. Not daily or anything, but at least once or twice a week, because my writing ability is like a muscle. The more you flex it, the stronger it'll be.
Expect the first post of the rest of my blogging life to come tomorrow (well, that's when I plan to write/post it). This is the preamble, the call to arms, the I don't know what else to call it,for me to read stuff (everything, books, comics, blogs, the internet (I'm gonna read the whole internet one day, it's gonna be great!)) to write stuff, and to enjoy both of them again. I can't wait.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
~Arthur C. Clarke
The reason I started this little experiment was to give myself someplace to write about whatever, and it seems that any good ideas that I've had lately (and by lately I basically mean since I started this (not counting my TV magnum opus)) have not been written. It seems that instead of writing about stuff, I've bitched about it aloud, and as such, I've let my writing slide. So basically what my aforementioned pledge to you will entail me writing here. I will be writing about whatever, be it silly, angry, or maybe even fiction! (Don't count on a lot of fiction, or it being good if I do any)
So that's my pledge to you, humble consumer (all probably none of you, no one reads this, this is just for me to vent the words out of my head). There will be writing, on a hopefully consistent basis. Not daily or anything, but at least once or twice a week, because my writing ability is like a muscle. The more you flex it, the stronger it'll be.
Expect the first post of the rest of my blogging life to come tomorrow (well, that's when I plan to write/post it). This is the preamble, the call to arms, the I don't know what else to call it,for me to read stuff (everything, books, comics, blogs, the internet (I'm gonna read the whole internet one day, it's gonna be great!)) to write stuff, and to enjoy both of them again. I can't wait.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
~Arthur C. Clarke
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