Monday, December 28, 2009
Doctor Who: End of Time Part 1
I watched the first part of the Doctor Who special End of Time last night. I will not spoil it for anyone, but I must admit that their solution was much better than mine. Those who have watched the espisode already will understand what I am talking about. I may still write up my solution, just because I think that my solution would have been interesting to play around with.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Only 3026 words so far, many more to go
Well, I have only done 3,026 words so far for NaNoWriMo. I should be almost at twelve thousand words (11,669 to be exact) at the end of the day if I was on schedule. Basically I have written six nights for a little while each day, and have only accomplished like two days worth (a touch short actually from even that short goal of 3,334 words).
It is enourgh to drive home the point that I might not even be capable of being a hack. But then again, I had homework, newspaper articles and finished off reading Dracula. I might not be a great writer, but even on a busy week I hacked out three thousand words. I guess that is something to smile about.
In the old days, we used to travel by couch and buggy, or maybe horse and buggy, horses, boat, or just on foot. There are some that believe that we used to (and still do) travel by fairy circle, stone hedges and by flying around on broomsticks. The latter has always puzzled me. Why would anyone trust their existence to a slender piece of wood with straw tied to the end? I do not care how strong of a candle you light, the rarity of the feathers that you tie onto it, or the awesome power of your charms; it is still just a stick being held up by the power of positive thinking. I will stick with mechanical means of travel, thank you no. Then again, given the security line and the reliability of pilots nowadays, going to a broom closet and selecting your own means of travel might be preferable if it wasn’t for the exhaustion that making a broom fly would result in.
It is enourgh to drive home the point that I might not even be capable of being a hack. But then again, I had homework, newspaper articles and finished off reading Dracula. I might not be a great writer, but even on a busy week I hacked out three thousand words. I guess that is something to smile about.
In the old days, we used to travel by couch and buggy, or maybe horse and buggy, horses, boat, or just on foot. There are some that believe that we used to (and still do) travel by fairy circle, stone hedges and by flying around on broomsticks. The latter has always puzzled me. Why would anyone trust their existence to a slender piece of wood with straw tied to the end? I do not care how strong of a candle you light, the rarity of the feathers that you tie onto it, or the awesome power of your charms; it is still just a stick being held up by the power of positive thinking. I will stick with mechanical means of travel, thank you no. Then again, given the security line and the reliability of pilots nowadays, going to a broom closet and selecting your own means of travel might be preferable if it wasn’t for the exhaustion that making a broom fly would result in.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Snow Days 2009
The last couple of days, I have been snowed in. Oh, I could have gotten someplace if I really wanted to, but I am finding that as I grown older that the urge to brave the weather lessens every year.
I have discovered that you can tell a lot by how someone spends a snow day. In my case, I napped a lot. My wife, Toni, spent the day napping also (she thought she was coming down with some bug).
I could have spent it working, but my heart was not into it. The same goes for homework. I am still having days when I hear my sister's opinion of my entire life in my head (basically, she thinks that I am doing everything wrong and generally wasting my time while leeching off of others).
It is for that fact that I really do not feel guilty about not accomplishing anything on these snow days; after all, I am not expected to. There is also the little fact that I am doing National Novel Writing Month starting on November 1st. I figure that considering that I am going to be attempting to write 50,000 words in thirty days, plus do everything else that I need to do in November, that a couple of naps while being snowed in are not the end of the world. In fact, I might actually earn them next month.
Early warning---most of my posts that I do in November are going to read: Day X of NaNoWriMo, Y words done, Z words to go.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Goofy summary of Isaish 1:10-20
Goofy summary of Isaiah 1.10-20 that was done for the Adopt a Prophet and create a facebook page for them project (for the Bible as Literature class):
(MDE: I actually made a mistake here; it was actually the Chiefs of Sodom and the people of Gomorrah being addressed here. But someplace in my mind, these two people belong to Israel.)
God to Israel: Why do I need your numerous sacrifices?
Israel to God: Have another ox!
God to Israel: It is the incense of abomination to me!
Israel to God: Have another meal offering!
God to Israel: I am FULL!
Israel to God: New moon! Time for another ox!
God to Israel: Another empty sacrifice. Why can’t you just live ethically? And quit sending me Happy Meals!
Silly summary of Isaiah 6:1-9
Silly summary of Isaiah 6.1-9, another bit from the Adopt a Prophet and make a facebook page for them assignment for Biblical Literature class.
Death: King Uzziah is dead.
God: I am sitting in my throne room.
Seraphim: We are also in the throne room.
Isaiah: Sorry, I did not know anyone was in here.
Seraphim: Holy, holy, holy is HaShem, Master of Legions; the whole world is filled with his glory.
Isaiah: Woe is me, for I am doomed: for I am a man of impure lips and I dwell among a people with impure lips, for my eyes have seen the King, HaShem, Master of Legions.”
Seraphim: Behold, this coal has touched your lips; your iniquity has gone away and your sin shall be atoned for.
God: Whom shall I send, and who shall go for us?
Isaiah: Here I am! Send me!
God: Good, a volunteer.
Seraphim: It is a good thing that he volunteered; we are all out of burning bushes.
God: Say to the people---
Isaiah: What people?
God: ---Surely, you hear, but you do not comprehend; and surely you see, but you fail to understand.
Isaiah: Oh! Those people!
God: This people is fattening its heart, hardening its ears, and sealing its eyes, lest it see with its eyes, hear with its ears, and understand with its heart, so that it will repent and be healed.
Obama: We need to reform health care and education.
God: Who are you?
Obama: I am the chosen instrument of change.
Isaiah: I thought I was.
God: You are.
Isaiah: Who is?
Obama: Who is?
Seraphim: There should be a law against parodies like this.
Death: King Uzziah is dead.
God: I am sitting in my throne room.
Seraphim: We are also in the throne room.
Isaiah: Sorry, I did not know anyone was in here.
Seraphim: Holy, holy, holy is HaShem, Master of Legions; the whole world is filled with his glory.
Isaiah: Woe is me, for I am doomed: for I am a man of impure lips and I dwell among a people with impure lips, for my eyes have seen the King, HaShem, Master of Legions.”
Seraphim: Behold, this coal has touched your lips; your iniquity has gone away and your sin shall be atoned for.
God: Whom shall I send, and who shall go for us?
Isaiah: Here I am! Send me!
God: Good, a volunteer.
Seraphim: It is a good thing that he volunteered; we are all out of burning bushes.
God: Say to the people---
Isaiah: What people?
God: ---Surely, you hear, but you do not comprehend; and surely you see, but you fail to understand.
Isaiah: Oh! Those people!
God: This people is fattening its heart, hardening its ears, and sealing its eyes, lest it see with its eyes, hear with its ears, and understand with its heart, so that it will repent and be healed.
Obama: We need to reform health care and education.
God: Who are you?
Obama: I am the chosen instrument of change.
Isaiah: I thought I was.
God: You are.
Isaiah: Who is?
Obama: Who is?
Seraphim: There should be a law against parodies like this.
Friday, September 18, 2009
RAEBNC
Earlier this month, I had a comment on one of my blog entries saying that she (Kate) wished that she could give it a simple thumbs up like we do on facebook (without having to leave an actual comment).
And I understood exactly what she was saying. There are times I wish that option was available also.
I have a friend whose blog I have quit commenting on because he wants comments, and good comments at that: no repeating what other people have said, constructive and insightful comments. I rarely comment on his blog simply because of time schedules, I am like the twentieth comment (and it is hard work to come up with something that he will tolerate from me). He hates (or maybe loathes) what I am about to suggest to my own readers.
If you want to give me a thumbs up, but do not want to leave a full comment, just say "RAEBNC."
For those people who have never been a member of an amateur press association (APA): RAEBNC is shorthand for "Read and enjoyed, but no comment."
Interestingly enourgh, the same APA that I picked up an appreciation for RAEBNC is the same place that my friend picked his hatred for the term. But in all fairness, we were at different places in our development as writers when we were members of that APA (Phoenix---a science fiction/fantasy APA).
Go ahead and RAEBNC me; I won't be insulted.
And I understood exactly what she was saying. There are times I wish that option was available also.
I have a friend whose blog I have quit commenting on because he wants comments, and good comments at that: no repeating what other people have said, constructive and insightful comments. I rarely comment on his blog simply because of time schedules, I am like the twentieth comment (and it is hard work to come up with something that he will tolerate from me). He hates (or maybe loathes) what I am about to suggest to my own readers.
If you want to give me a thumbs up, but do not want to leave a full comment, just say "RAEBNC."
For those people who have never been a member of an amateur press association (APA): RAEBNC is shorthand for "Read and enjoyed, but no comment."
Interestingly enourgh, the same APA that I picked up an appreciation for RAEBNC is the same place that my friend picked his hatred for the term. But in all fairness, we were at different places in our development as writers when we were members of that APA (Phoenix---a science fiction/fantasy APA).
Go ahead and RAEBNC me; I won't be insulted.
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Fringe version of September 11th
Last night, I was watching the rerun of the first season finale of Fringe. And I realized that 9/11 played out differently in the Fringe alternate universe (the one where Bell is located).
The Twin Towers are still standing in that universe. So what target got hit and destroyed? The White House.
The newspaper on Bell's desk said that the Obama family was moving into the new White House. I realize that this is old news to everyone else who is a Fringe fan (I forgot to tape this particular espisode, so this is only the second time that I saw it).
Nevertheless, it was freaky watching this rerun the day before the anniversity of 9/11.
The Twin Towers are still standing in that universe. So what target got hit and destroyed? The White House.
The newspaper on Bell's desk said that the Obama family was moving into the new White House. I realize that this is old news to everyone else who is a Fringe fan (I forgot to tape this particular espisode, so this is only the second time that I saw it).
Nevertheless, it was freaky watching this rerun the day before the anniversity of 9/11.
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