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[Feb. 24th, 2009|11:39 am] |
It overtakes me, It overtakes me
It overtakes me...Oh oh oh I
It overtakes me, It Master-Slaves me
It overtakes me...Oh oh oh I
It overtakes me, It overtakes me
It overtakes me... Oh oh oh I
It overtakes me, It Wakes and Bakes me
It overtakes me... Oh oh oh I
You know that it isn't real
You'll disappear in a black hole
You know that it isn't real
Floating out of control... Oh Wow
It overtakes me, It overtakes me
It overtakes me... Oh oh oh I
It overtakes me, It Master-Slaves me
It overtakes me... Oh oh oh I
And I'm there, looking up at the sky
And I'm scared, thinkin' 'bout the way that I
Don't understand anything at all...
And hoe it overtakes me... and I am just so small...
Do I stand a chance??
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| More warm up writing activities! |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|10:43 am] |
I am determined to begin putting pen to paper today! I downloaded aq few nature documentaries from itunes so I could get a better feel for grizzly bear behaviors. Today i am going to pick up some more documentaries from the library, and then I should be all set to whip up several exciting chapters. I also took the time to put together a play list to write to. One with music on it that would cause sean to call me a fag. Some of them remind me of characters i am developing, others put me in the mood for certain scenes. i thought i'd share, so i can easily look it up for my interview with jon stewart later.
Walking in Memphis - Lonestar
Let it Rock - Kevin Rudolf
Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional
How We Operate - Gomez
Disarm - The Smashing Pumpkins
Viva La Vida - Coldplay
hands of time - ron sexsmith
and so i pray - jem
Let go - Frou Frou
Is it wicked not to care? - Belle & Sebastian
Where to begin - bowling for soup
waiting for my real life to begin - Colin Hay
waiting on the world to change - john mayer
please forgive me - david grey
Hallelujah - john cale
shattered - o.a.r.
I saw - Matt nathanson
come on get higher - matt nathanson
gotta be somebody - nickleback
on the turning away - pink floyd |
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| I am writing a novel! |
[Dec. 22nd, 2008|03:52 pm] |
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Its true. I haven't begun writing yet, im still letting some of my idea simmer. I acquired some books on writing, because it makes my left brain happy to do things in some structured order. Its like research. One of the thngs they suggest is writing in a journal to warm up, so I figured I'd dust of this dinosaur and use it that way. The other thing they suggested was to keep reading, which I had already decided to do, so I get to feel ahead of the curve because I had already decided to do most of the the pre-writing type things the books suggest. I am going to start by combining the reading and journaling things, documenting what like and disliked about the books, so that i can steal the things i like and avoid the things i hate.
Now, I am not going to divulge the titles of the books I am reading, because that would be embarrasing. What I would like to focus on today is what I am going to call "trusting your reader." One of the books i just finished, the author seemed so self absorbed in thier own world, that anytime something "important" happened they felt the need to remind you why it was important. I didn't realize that this bothered me until i read another book that handled it better. Tolkien is probably best at trusting his reader. I draw your attention to all of the times he writes simply that sting started to glow. And you know that orcs are nearby, bumping in the night. The book that failed at this wouldnt just write that sting glowed. it would remind you that sting glowing blue meant that orcs were nearby, that everyone was in danger, thereby robbing the reader of that synaptic connection, that little aha moment. I feel that those moments make or break a good story.
There are countless examples of these aha moments in books i enjoy. My book must have them too.
So thats all i have for today!
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| Let's try it! |
[Aug. 10th, 2008|04:17 am] |
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I figure, prehaps writing might be worth a shot. You cannot fail at writing, you can only fail at writing well. Even then, Dan Brown has shown me that you can still write a best seller if you use enough cliffhangers. So I present my first short story!
Hey, I wrote something! It even had a theme! and some punctuation. Hope you enjoyed it! I may go back and edit it over when I get up.
Comments comments comments!
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:22 am] |
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When my sister was in college, she came to visit me in Chicago. When I asked her if she wanted to drink, she said she couldn't, because she had just got fucked up and the thought of drinking made her sick. I asked her what she was drinking that could have messed her up so bad. She said she was drinking Jack. I replied that Jack wasn't that bad. She informed me that it is if you drink it the way she does. I told her I drink it straight out of the bottle and to excess, how does she drink it that’s so fucking rough?
I tell you that story so that when I say this is a whiskey soaked diatribe, you might enjoy some perspective.
I had more to say, but I think the whiskey has erased it. After all this time spent ruminating on my self destructive faults, and the bleakness of my future, I think I shall have a nap.
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| Curse of Past Burdens |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|02:04 pm] |
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Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll stand on the bow
And feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down, down, down on me
And you said,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
When I awoke today
suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams
I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path
up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps
once again
And you say,"Just be here now
Forget about the past
Your mask is wearing thin"
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine
There's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon,
soon,
oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean
And you say,"Be still, my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in"
Don't you understand?
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
On a clear day
I can see, see for a long way
On a clear day
I can see, see a very long way |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 16th, 2008|09:47 am] |
George A. Romero's Diary of the Dead is one of his best films to date, and everyone should go see it.
Best line? "Dead things don;t move fast. Thier ankles would snap." I lol'd. |
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| Hey. An Update. |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|05:57 pm] |
You are all, of course, familiar with the concept of a door man. He watches the people who enter the building, and makes sure they are supposed to be there. He may open the door for you, and prehaps you even give him a tip. Prehaps he is a doorwoman, in which case feel free to replace the word he in this entry with she, him with her, etc. as you feel fit.
Now, what would happen if you were to give the door man the keys to the door, so that the doorman was the only person in the entire world who could open that door. How much could he then charge for a tip? What if the building the door opened into was designed by 56 madmen, and only the door man could direct you to where you needed to go.
What if also this door man didnt actually need to get you into the room you were looking for, he just has to give you the best path to the room. Prehaps you get there to find a room with no door, or a room with a door too small to enter, or that the door is locked. How much would you tip him then?
What if in that room was your property, your life, your family, something you needed to get the hell out of that room... how much would you pay the door man to let you in, and to give your directions? How much would you pay to see if you can recover your property, your freedom, your life?
There are hundreds of these doormen ruining your lives with thier idiot buildings as we speak. What do we call these doormen?
Lawyers. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 15th, 2007|10:36 am] |
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll |
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| Watching the chimps, Day 1 |
[Jun. 4th, 2007|05:10 pm] |
It is almost unbearably hot in this rainsoaked, fetid, godforsaken wasteland. Here, angels fear to tread. The native beasts are a largely hairless kind of sans-tail monkey. The sans-tails are clearly at the hight of mating season, given the high skin to annoyingly tacky colored clothes ratio. I am not sure why this microcosm of humanity has yet to evolve into something civilised, something usefull but I am to find out.
If I had to venture a guess this early in the game, I would blame it on the female that dared to inquire about ethics by raising the very same hand she had just finished using to fling her own poo.
The fat one she posed the question to in the front is clearly some kind of cheiftan, yet all of the females seem more enamoured with the loud hairy one in the back. Prehaps it has something to do with its odd choice of cranial adornment, it would seem hats depicting altheltic teams with very little chance of success are popular with the sans-tail females. Then again it might be the flamboyant clothing which screams "sorry lady sans-tails, I do not procreate with females!" It is hard to tell, nothing about the sans-tail culture makes any fucking sense.
For instance, it took me forever to try and decipher thier crude language. The key came when I stumbled upon thier religion. They have a concept denoted by a single magic word that makes things that do not exist suddenly exist. This is not to say that these things magically come into existance, but that every sans-tail nods in agreement, and then behaves as though this clearly not existing thing exists. The name of this god word worshipped by the sans-tails is "constructive."
The language itself is comprised mostly of useless adjectives, and the rest of words that they make up on the spot. Coversing with a sans-tail is frustrating beyond the capicty for rational thought. A simple greeting invokes verbal hostility. With bared teeth and projectile spittle the sans-tail begins to speak in a fervered gibberish, talking in circles, untill invoking its god word to summon nonexistant things to prove some point largely irrelevant to anything that has, is or ever will be discussed. How in the sam hell does one argue with such a creature.
The answer is one does not. In exact opposition to the sans-tails god word is a variety of demons sumonable by uttering its number and then class rank. No rational being knows the exact number of this demon horde, but to utter the smallest number possible yields the best result. That is, to claim to be possessed by something called the "first in the class" inspires fear and awe in the primitive sans tails. Claiming this is, however, largely ineffective, as it inspires disbealief in the sans-tails. It seems no one has ever seen this powerful "first in the calss", nor his second in command "second in the class". I find that claiming posession of the "third in the class" yields the best results, and the other sans-tails will tuck the tail they don't have between thier legs and bow to the superior demonic knowledge.
It has taken a long time to get the sans-tails to forget that i am obviously an outsider. Observing them may be more than simple heart can take. More to come. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2007|08:46 am] |
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10:30 - 11:20 Civil Procedure II
2:00 - 3:20 Professional Responsibility
3:30 - 5:20 Evidence
6:00 - 9:00 Constitutional Law II
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6:00 - 9:00 Remedies
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10:30 - 11:20 Civil Procedure II
2:00 - 3:20 Professional Responsibility
3:30 - 5:20 Evidence
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 25th, 2007|10:30 pm] |
There are few things pure in this world anymore,
and home is one of the few
We'd have a drink outside maybe run and hide,
if we saw a couple men in blue
But to me
it's so damn easy to see that your people are the people at home
Well I
been away but now I'm back today and there ain't a place I'd rather go
I feel home
when I
see the faces that remember my own
I feel home
when I'm chillin outside with the people I know
I feel home,
and that's just what I feel
home to me,
is reality
and all I need is something real
We're feeling alright headin out tonight maybe off to a dark driveway
I say now, some feel bored, and some are looking for more, but we all just decide to stay
We got nothing to do, but when I look at you I see something that I know and love
And with the crack of a smile we all stay awhile, we know from home their ain't nothin above
Well in the end,
we can all call a friend, well that's something that I know as true
In a
thousand years,
and a thousand tears, I'll come finding my original crew
Cause to me
throughout eternity there is somewhere we are welcome to go
I said it's something free that means a lot to me, when I'm with my friends I feel home
I feel home
when I see the faces that remember my own
I feel home
when I'm chillin outside with the people I know
I feel home,
and that's just what I feel
home, to me, is reality
and all I need is something real
Home to me is reality
and all I need is something real, I feel home. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2007|10:54 pm] |
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This may, in all actuality, be slightly harder than I thought. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2006|02:27 pm] |
red wine
staining the coutertops
red circles link like cuffs
and overlap just like hearts
reminding me of ours
we are the same but different
and it’s brilliant
swim in my ocean sometime
together but separate
intertwining
love is so easy when you
don’t need
the obvious things
i’ll swim in your ocean sometimes
we’ve got tender hands
but wild minds
now here we are hand in hand
under the lights
waiting our turn
in an interrogation room
electrical sockets on every wall
and their faces stare out at us
because everything’s envious
as we wait hand in hand
we are the same but different
and it’s brilliant
swim in my ocean sometime
together but separate
intertwining
love is so easy when you
don’t need
the obvious things
i’ll swim in your ocean sometimes
we’ve got tender hands
but wild minds
today - this is a brilliant day
because it’s no different than
any other day
with you
down the stairwell and into the street
hurry we can’t be late
i can almost hear bells ring
as we wait hand in hand…
we are the same but different
and it’s brilliant
the same but different
and it’s brilliant
the same but different
and it’s brilliant |
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[Oct. 15th, 2006|10:35 pm] |
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GODDAMN MIKE GET ONLINE SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT THE END. |
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| My Sweet Dick It's Magic! |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|03:41 pm] |
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Jeter and A-Rod can both grab a nut and start sucking bitches; 'cause that's how we do it in the Motor City. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 24th, 2006|10:02 pm] |
Went to the Shedd today.
Saw Deb and the baby beluga. Turns out they get thier name from belukah, the russian word for white. sneaky ruskis. Turns out they also call Deb Debbie there. Very twilightzone.
do do do do do do do do.
There was some hot penguin action. they do this thing where they launch out of the water and onto rocks. its called porpoising, and it proves my long standing theory that penguins are really good at physics.
There were otters too. Im told otters are the jackasses of the sea.
In conclusion, there are some really creepy fish in the ocean. |
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